Previously,
on "From Twigs to Twine"…
Several hours later, and being paralyzed by Jetlag, Robin and Amon walked off of the plane in America's state of New York. They bought snacks and food from a nearby "Panda Express" located just outside of the airport area, and decided to walk everywhere they needed to—because the roads (to them) were all messed up. Robin remembered how to speak English, but now it was hinted with a "cute" Japanese accent (Amon said).
They found a hotel (namely "Sanctuary"), and got adjoining rooms. They decided to get over their Jetlag within two days, before looking for jobs and a place for rent.
They did, indeed, sleep most of the hours of the two days set aside for that precise reason. Robin was, after all, the first one up.
"Amon." She whispered by his bedside in an attempt to wake him up. He only inhaled and exhaled. "Amon!" She said a little louder this time. He only groaned and rolled over onto his side, his back to her. She went around to the other side of the bed, where he was facing her. She sighed, putting her chin in the palm of her hand, and stared at him. This time, his eyes fluttered open.
"Robin…?" He blinked a few times to get the sleep out of his eyes.
"Yes, Amon." She replied, still in the same position she was in a second ago. She smiled.
"What time is it?" He asked.
"Noon." She simply replied. He only sighed and laid his head back onto the pillow. "Today is for apartment-hunting. We'll find jobs, soon." She softly said. Their eyes met, and a feeling of understanding passed between them.
"Alright, then." He replied. He began to sit up, and Robin took this as her queue to leave. He smiled a tired smile, and got up to get ready.
Chapter Four
"Robin?" Amon had lost her, again. For the fourth time that morning.
Thank you, New York City.
With a heavy sigh he began to focus his mind just enough to know where she was. The past few times he had ended up doing the exact same thing he was doing now, and he had found her.
It was bound to work again. Hopefully.
"Amon?" He turned to see the frail young woman coming to him. He sighed again, then rubbed his temples in attempt to fend off the headache in his skull.
"Hello, Robin." He replied in rough English. Robin bit her lip.
"I'm sorry, Amon." Robin said in Japanese. "I just got a little side-tracked is all."
Amon only nodded his head, and then saw the papers in her hands. She smiled.
"This is a citizenship test, what is required for it and such." Robin said while pulling Amon out of the street. "And if I become the police's interpreter, then it somehow counts toward our citizenship tests." They stopped just outside of a police station, and she turned to him. "I will need to teach you English. Once you learn it, then you can get a job with the force I'm in."
"Why do I get the feeling that you being a translator is not the only thing they want you to do?" He asked upon seeing a "Wanted" poster for a supposed "Witch". He took Robin by the arm and pulled her back to look at the poster. "Robin. Do we really want to work for a force that kills your kind?"
"I have no other choice, Amon. I must put them to rest, right?" She asked. Amon thought for a moment, then looked down and began to walk into the police station. Robin grinned and followed him inside of the station.
It was when the lady at the front desk asked of their purpose that Amon spoke in complete and perfect English that they were here for job positions.
When the lady went to go get someone, Robin finally spoke up.
"Amon!" She said in Japanese. "You…you--!"
Amon only smirked and leaned against the front desk leisurely.
"You can't speak English!" She said, pouting. He only laughed.
"I couldn't a minute ago, Robin."
Robin stared, dumbfounded.
Amon laughed. He. Had. Laughed.
She ran up to Amon in attempt to check for a fever, but her hand was caught by his own and he raised his eyebrow.
"Okay…" Robin said, struggling out of his grasp. "What do you mean, Amon?"
Amon only shrugged, letting go of her hand.
"I…don't really know. This…we'll talk about it later, o.k.?" He asked. Robin nodded, and a second later the lady came back.
"The Boss will see you two."
Robin bit her lip. Yes, that was logical. He wanted to test her skills before fully recruiting her.
"Sir?" She asked, standing. "What do you wish for me to practice on?"
The man raised a brow, and nodded to the other man. The man took a candle from a shelf and set it on the table.
"That. At least for now." He said, leaning forward in his chair. Robin sighed, and then nodded, putting her glasses on. "When you are ready, Miss Sena."
After exhaling, Robin's eyes glinted with a small amount of fire…and…
Woosh.
The boss nodded, writing things onto the clipboard he held. The door then opened, revealing Amon.
"This man is an expert, Sir." The man said, stepping in with him. Amon had changed into some spare sweats and tee-shirt. Robin had and extremely hard time paying attention, especially seeing him with his hair up in a higher ponytail than usual.
He was drop-dead georgous.
The Boss looked at Robin, and back at the other man.
"They should work together." He said. Amon and Robin exchanged glances, suppressing knowing smiles.
"You both are hired…after a test of wits." The Boss said, finally. Everyone was seated.
"Wits?" Robin and Amon asked in sync. The Boss looked them square in the eyes as he said the last words for that day:
"You will be going on a hunt with me…tomorrow."
A/N: Hey, everybody! Wow, thanks to the latest review, I have finally updated the story I presumed to be dead. Thank you, dear reviewer, for wanting more!
Hopefully more to come,
K. Valentine