AN: I love you people, do you know that? Well I do, and I love you so much that here is another chapter for your tuesday update! Also thank you for your kind words and reviews. I appreciate when you guys write your opinons on what's been going on so far, your takes on things, it really lets me know what you people think and I do try to lean towards my readers for their opinions. I t really helps the story improve. This is the OFFICAL start of the original chapter 2. As you know I had to divide up chapter one because it was so long. Well I'm doing the same with this one, it's orginally 38 pages or something like that. You are going to start seeing the story start picking up more, you will notice I explain the bond between Amon and Kanna in far more depth in this chapter, and more things will be introduced as well as the reason why Amon and Robin are in Japan :) I hope you are enjoying this story so far, it's a great joy to write for you. For those that have NOT recieved their rewards from previous chapters, go to my deviant art site, it's listed in my profile. It is most likely I couldn't get your address to work. There's a half naked Amon waiting for you there. And Robin with her horse. Remember those that review get rewards AND for the next reward you have a choice, it's listed at the end of the chapter. So without further ado, I present to you the next chapter of Daddy's Little Girl.

Chapter 3
Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy
By Sparky16

It's hangin' on when your heart has had enough
It's giving more when you feel like giving up
I've seen the light
It's in my daugter's eyes
- My Daughter's Eyes by Martha McBride

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Hey girl! came a voice that Robin was all too familiar with. She blinked to see Doujima smiling at her as Kanna was being bounced on Miho's leg. Robin blinked, suddenly feeling slightly dumb for thinking that something could've possibly gone wrong while Amon was home. Her face then reverted from it's set determination back to her normal and gentle smile.

Hello, how did you find us? How did you know we were here? Robin asked her old friends.

they both answered in unison.

He saw us at the bank. Amon answered her from his seat on the recliner In the further corner of the room near the balcony, next to the fireplace. The apartment was small, meant for one person but it had a fair size living room, kitchen and master bedroom. And contrary to popular belief, Amon had very little black around. His place had cream colored walls with artworks hanging in various places, few plants and the couch and recliner were blue. Amon, Robin noticed the first time she had been here, was also partial to wood furniture. Most were cherry or maple with a medium or dark finish.

Robin sighed slightly. She didn't come here to be spotted, and she was pretty sure Amon was not to happy about it either. They were here on business, nothing more, then they would leave. However unexpected as this visit was though, it was still nice to see her old friends once more.

Don't worry girl, Amon gave us the heads up. No one knows where you are or that you're here in the city except for us, Michael and Sakaki. Doujima said. And no one knows were you are located except for myself and Doujima. Karasuma added. Robin nodded to this. The last thing she wanted was danger and only god knew if something bad would follow this visit. She trusted the girls though. They were cautious of their surroundings. They wouldn't allow themselves to be caught or followed.

Robin went to pour herself some decafe before seating herself on the couch with the other two girls. Kanna looked over at the woman with big bright eyes. Robin smirked. And you are not asleep because? she looked over at Amon to get an answer to her question.

He sighed and got up from his chair and walked over to fetch the hyper active toddler. Karasuma handed her over without incident and the squirming child giggled and clap as Amon held her with only one arm around her little form, allowing the rest of her to dangle in the air.

Say good night, Kanna. Robin said with a smile as Amon started for the toddler's room.

Nigh Kanha! she chirped as her form disappeared behind the second door that led to what originally was a den, or to Amon in previous years, a storage and junk room.

Silence surrounded the three women as they sat on the couch drinking their coffee. They could hear the occasional giggle from Kanna's room but that was about it. Finally Karasuma broke the silence. she started, Tell us, what have you been up to all this time?

Robin smiled, yes she had a lot to catch up on.

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The bathroom light to their bedroom flicked off and Robin, dressed in a night robe, strolled out casually. She had just enjoyed a nice long, very-much-needed bath. Amon was already in bed half asleep. The tan colored sheets were resting down by his waist and his hands were behind his head as he looked over slightly to see her approaching the other side of the bed. He grinned to himself at the thought of what was under that robe.

The moon high, bright, and full in the sky shone through the open window on Robin's side of the room. She stood with her back turned to him and untied the belt to her robe then casually let it slip down her shoulders and off her completely. The moonlight cascaded over her perfect body. She truly had the body of a dea. Gracefully she slipped under the sheets and met her mate's body half way.

A kiss, a nibble on her ear, she took in a quick breath when she felt him bite her neck and lick it. Robin however had other thoughts on her mind, ones far less sexual. She met him for one more loving kiss before snuggling up into him. Her body pressing against his. She would get these thoughts off her mind before answering his needs.

She breathed. He was half way down her neck planting kisses as he went and one of his hands was already busy caressing the lower part of her body. Damn it!

No, Amon. she said and led his face back up to meet hers with the delicate guiding touch of her fingers placed under his chin.

He looked at her. Are you okay? he asked.

She favored him with a soft half smile. I'm fine. She answered, and she wiggled herself part way under his body, a small reassurance that he could continue after she was done speaking. But I have something on my mind.What is it? he breathed, stroking her cheek a little. Something was bugging her and she wouldn't sleep (or play with him) until she got an answer. She had always been like that.

Will we ever see our home again? she asked. Her eyes were glistening. Tears were beginning to form in her eyes and stuck there.

He nodded. But not until we are sure it's safe. The police are checking into it now anyway. They won't stop until they find the culprit.

The culprit. Home. Running. Again.

It had been a gun shot. A single gun shot made to take out Robin while she was in the garden and only a mere two days ago. Luckily the sniper had missed by a mere few centimeters and shattered the nursery window to their little home instead. Kanna had been napping in that very nursery at the time. Amon had been in the barn with one of the farm hands tending to a sick mare when he heard Robin's cry and had run to see what had happened. The two bolted into the house and were meet with the cries of a screaming, but thankfully unharmed, toddler.

Embedded in the crib's headboard was a single witch killing bullet. Amon and Robin went pale. Not only could Kanna have been killed but the hunters had found them and were after them, despite Canadian law.

Police reports were filed, arrangements were made, flights were booked and a fib of a business trip to Japan was told to their employees. Soon they were off and not about to return until everything was declared safe. The government would handle this now and Robin and Amon once again found themselves back in hiding and running from Solomon.

Whether they would return Amon really didn't know. He was not about to lead them back to a death trap. At least here in Japan he knew he had the resources to keep them safe and the STN-J was there to help them this time around. He hoped.

He sighed once more. Either way, we're not going back till I believe it's safe.

Robin knew it wouldn't be for a very long time the moment he whispered those words. But it couldn't be helped. Still she would miss it. Those acres and acres of vast open grass land. The thick lush forests that smelled so sweet in the spring. The rolling river of cold crystal clear glacier waters that ran down from the mountains into the forest and pastures. The expansive dirt trails that ran through out the fields, forests and up into the Canadian Rockies; tops covered with pure white snow, that bordered the sky line and surrounding area. The smell of the air, so crisp and clean. She'd miss the way the soft winds would carry the light perfumes of the forest and wild flowers that were scattered all over the place. She'd miss the wonder of seeing the resident herd of deer, the wild rabbits, the soaring eagles and the lone brown bear that fished in the river at noon on tuesdays.

She'd miss it all and to think one lone bullet had driven them away from their paradise. One lone bullet that was connected to a larger threat.

Are you going to be okay? He whispered softly into her ear.

she breathed in an equally soft tone. She wrapped one slim arm around his neck and pulled his face to hers and kissed him in a gentle and loving manner. Slowly it was deepened and she let her arm that was around his neck come back down and rub along the side of his bare chest. He grinned into their kiss. She grinned back as she continued to kiss him again and again. She drew one leg up, bending it and leaning against his right hip as an invite to play. He gladly obliged. It didn't take much to get his fire rekindled.

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The clock chimed two in the morning through the old apartment. By now Robin and Amon were fast asleep, their door slightly open in case Kanna needed them. The toddler in question however was not sleeping as peacefully as her parents. Her small form was convulsing every few minutes, her breathing ragged and labored. On first glimpse one would think she was suffering a seizure but it was far from it. Within her a new power was awakening, a new power that would show her things that not even she could comprehend.

Kanna looked around her. She was at a small ranch, drastically smaller than her home. Her father was standing next to her, holding her hand. He was preoccupied however. They were standing just outside a corral and Robin was in there perched upon a horse testing its gait. Amon was saying things to her as she made the horse practically dance across the fenced area with each command he gave her.

The little one shyly brought her hand to her mouth to chew it, but wooly mittens didn't have a pleasant taste so she let her eyes wonder around the rest of the area. In another corral, right next to the one they were standing at, stood a solitary pony. White and black patches all over and a pretty black tail with a white and black mane. She didn't care what the pony was called by breed, to her it was the spotted pony. Standing next to the spotted pony was an old man, he defiantly looked older than her father, he already had gray hair mixing with some light brown on his head. He wore a long sleeve shirt and jeans, something most cowboys wore to her two year old knowledge. He smiled at her and motioned for her to come pet the spotted pony. Her face lit up like a christmas tree and she started for the man and the pony. She was stopped by the adult holding her hand. She looked up to see her mother's gentle face looking at her, not her father's who had been previously holding her hand. She pointed to the man and the pony.

Whanna see pony! was all she said before tugging out of her mother's grip and running to see the man and his horse. In the background of her mind she could see Robin's face turn into utter terror as she called for Kanna but she refused to listen. The toddler reached the man and the horse and she smiled brightly at him. His friendly face did not last more than a moment before it turning into something scary, an evil smirk, as he reached out and grabbed the child by the back of her jacket and shirt collar. A maniacal laugh escaped his throat and Kanna screamed as she struggled to get away.

she heard her father yell at her. She looked out and he was commanding her to do something but she couldn't hear! She couldn't hear him! His mouth was moving but no words were coming out. She looked at her mother in a desperate plea to understand what was going on, but Robin seemed to be suffering the same muting spell that Amon was. Her mouth was moving but no words...

She looked at her capture in absolute fright then her attention was drawn to the spotted pony as it reared up and gave a shrill neigh. At that point it seemed to vanished as did the farm and Kanna soon found herself being dangled over the edge of a very high waterfall. The child became more afraid and struggled more.

Kanna don't move! Amon's voice finally came to her ears. She looked to see him and Robin facing down her capture as he held her over the edge. He seemed to be holding a triumphant smirk while the two young adults looked like they were ready to take on all of hell. Suddenly there was a gun shot, her capture froze... and let go. Kanna began to fall.

Her parents cried, running towards the edge of the cliff. Kanna could only see their horrified looks as she reached out for them calling their names. Mommy, Daddy!

Then things went black...

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A sudden cry from the baby's room woke the parents up instantly... much to their displeasure.

She's yours before dawn. Robin mumbled tiredly and turned her back to him, grabbing her pillow and throwing it over her head in attempt to drown out the sharp cry that Kanna was making.

Amon scowled at this, why did she get to sleep? He'd soon fix that. He rose from the bed with a yawn followed by a manly scratch to various places of his body then proceeded to little Kanna's room, wondering what had gotten the toddler so upset. His mind was to clouded with sleep to think of any dangerous possibilities like hunters sent from Solomon or a burglar. He doubted they would last a minute anyway. Kanna's cries were powerful enough to not only make you go deaf but render you paralyzed, at least, in his opinion as her father. Then again most fathers would agree their daughters could probably do that. It was indeed a special gift. While men got brawn, women got the cry of a banshee. It evened out he guessed.

He said in semi tired - semi irritated tone of voice. Normally just the sound of his voice or just his presence made her stop but tonight would not be the case. He frowned when he walked up to the crib and folded his arms before resting them on top of the bars. He tried a more clam, fatherly approach. Hush little one... shhh. his voice more gentle than last time, but Kanna didn't stop. He looked at the toddler and became a little more concerned. Her small form, though covered with blankets gone askew, was shaking violently and her little body was trying to curl up to something - anything that would offer her comfort. Her eyes, puffy, red and wet were half open and focused on the ceiling and as each minute drew by her wails grew more and more desperate and louder. He wasn't sure how much more her little body could take if she continued this and there was no way she was going to cry herself to sleep any time soon. Amon deducted that she must've had a nightmare. As far as he knew nothing scared his little girl, not even a bee or a spider, but whatever she must've seen in her dream it had frightened his little whirlwind pretty badly. He reached a hand down into the crib and rubbed the child stomach. He felt a strong sense of fear from her through his touch. Her cries dropped a few decibels so that maybe now the neighbors could sleep but they were still loud enough to keep him and Robin awake. Shh, sokay. Daddy's here. He tried to soothe once more and it drew her focus over to him but her cries did not stop, in fact they got a little louder and a little more desperate all over again.

He was going to hit himself, he did not want to do what we was going to do next. In fact he wanted to avoid it if at all possible but he had no choice. He would have to pick her up. It wasn't that he normally minded but that was during the day; during the night Kanna could be stubborn and not want to sleep, keeping either parent up all night if they held her during one of her fits. This isn't one of her fits though.' he reasoned to himself. He braced himself, he knew he was about to be hit by an onslaught of emotions from the child's mental link he shared with her. It seemed strongest through touch. He leaned down and carefully picked up the shivering crying form of little Kanna, taking one of her blankets up with her as he did. The moment he rested her against him he felt the bond kick in and he was far more than shocked or ready to feel the merciless slaughter of fear that surged from her mind to his and back again. He almost stumbled but braced himself quickly against a desk that was behind him. Yes, Kanna had defiantly suffered some sort of nightmare and it had been a doozy. Regaining his breath, mind set, and equilibrium, he wrapped the blanket around the girl and held her, whispering it was okay occasionally and rocking her. He could feel her mind search his soul for some sort of comfort. He complied, letting himself feel that everything was okay and that she was safe. She would pick up on it. Kanna's cries died down to whimpers almost instantly.

This was their bond. Something it seemed that Kanna had established long ago just days after her birth according to Robin's theory from the night they napped on the couch back in Paris. Psychically connected, she could tap into his heart, mind and soul. She could pick up his thoughts and feelings and vice versa for himself. Through this bond he could command her. Tell her mentally what to do and show her though his mind on what actions to take when times called for it, just like he did at the bank when he got her to slow time around her and ricochet the slowed bullets of the guns to disarm and disable the crooks. He could will her to do almost anything. Through this bond he could show her that he was proud, his feeling was a simple reward that was far better than words. He could also show his anger and she'd know instantly that he was displeased with what ever she had done. Their wants and needs from one another were always clear to them and if something confused one of them they were sure to make sense of it quickly. It was because of this bond that he was able to control her, keep her in check and out of harms way. It was this bond that made sure his voice could reach her. Now he'd use it to convey that what she had seen in her dream was not real.

/Nightmare, scary dream, not real, you're safe. I promise./

He had to put it simple, she was still two and still couldn't put together full sentences. She was just beginning to learn to communicate back through words instead of the use of feelings for herself. He felt her little form give off a sharp shiver at his voice in her mind. To her it was a comfort and he knew it. He walked over to the crib when he was sure Kanna would be quiet for the rest of the night and fall asleep on her own. Kanna though did not want to be left along after such an experience and she started to cry once more. Amon was just as stubborn though. He wanted to sleep, he wanted his bed... and he wanted to get back at Robin for not being the one to answer Kanna's distress call. Picking her up once more, he walked out of the room and right into his room and plopped down onto the bed with as much grace as a sack of bricks, making Robin's light form bounce nearly a foot off the mattress. It caused her to shriek.

She grumbled and turned over to scowl at him. She was only met by a sly smirk that said I'm taking you down with me!' Robin sighed. What's wrong with her?

Amon looked over at her. Robin had slipped on a nightshirt now either cause she was cold, expecting this visit, or to keep Amon at bay'. He guessed the latter. Nothing but a nightmare he said in a gruff morning voice as he placed the little one between them.

Robin leaned over and kissed her daughter's forehead and whispered a few comforting words, telling her that nightmares weren't real and that she was fine. Kanna was looking at her with wide fearful eyes, not really believing or really understanding her parents for a second. However, when the duvet cover was pulled over them and she felt the touch of both parents on either side of her a soothing comfort filled her and the scare now seemed a million miles away. Kanna let out one small yawn before falling back into slumber land and dream of that spotted pony... just the pony.

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This is your quarry. a rough old voice said followed by the sound of a small pile of papers landing in a desk. Two men, one dressed in a navy blue suit, sat behind a mahogany desk. He was in his mid 50's maybe later, his face hard as stone and his gray hair was slightly gelled and combed back. In one hand he twisted a walking stick as he looked at the young man standing at the other side with dull brown eyes. He took a breath, as if to contemplate what he might say and slowly let it out before speaking. I've already had someone chase them out of Canada. The rest I can leave up to you.

The young man, 29, looked up from the file which he had taken and nodded. He wore a jet black suit with a blood red vest underneath and black neck tie. His eyes were dark-dark brown, nearly black and his hair was as black as coal. He smiled evilly, his white teeth barely showing as he looked at the photo of a young girl no more that 19 or 20. She had long auburn blonde hair and sat on a wooden fence. She was dressed in a long black roughrider skirt, white blouse, boots, and a white cowboy hat. She was smiling at a tall dark man dressed in cloudy black jeans, a black western shirt with a bolo dangling from his neck, and black boots and cowboy hat who was grinning back at her in return. Another photo, the same couple only perched atop a quarter horse going for a ride, the girl wearing a different long western skirt and blouse but same boots and hat; and the man behind her in his same western style clothing and hat.

Who's the guy? The young man asked casually as he flipped to another photo just containing the girl in her garden.

The one you need to watch out for. the old man replied with another sigh. He's a dangerous man. He was once one of Solomon's top hunters before both decided to play dead. Don't underestimate him.

The young man nodded and flipped to a picture of the auburn haired girl holding a silver haired baby. And the kid?A new development. I know nothing about it. Still, use what ever you must to annihilate girl. I don't care how you do it or go about it. See to it that Sena is dead.And the other two?Do what you like with them. The old man replied bitterly.

The young man nodded and looked at the last photo in the file. It was the young woman dressed in a blue coat and jeans as she walked down a local neighborhood street. One near the library. Has this been authorized by Solomon HQ? he asked.

The old man shook his head and put out his cigar. No, this one is personal.

The young man chuckled. Going against Headquarters once more because of a personal vendetta? You never cease to amaze me. and he gave a sickening gleeful smile.

The old man laced his fingers together as he looked at the younger man. Lucifer, this case is personal and serious. I expect nothing short of success from you. I have your total confidentiality and assurance that you will get this done, correct?

Lucifer placed the folder down in his left hand and nodded. I will kill the girl and destroy her associates. You can have complete trust in me. I will not fail you sir.Good, you're dismissed. The old gray man spoke and turned in his chair.

Lucifer walked out of the office, folder in hand. He opened it up to the photo of the girl walking down the street. Robin Sena, He chuckled. Prepare to descend into hell.

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Amon stood in front of the bathroom mirror as he buttoned up his long sleeved western style shirt. It was black with a pattern running along it's shoulders to the collar. He reached for his bolo and threw it around his neck then adjusted it accordingly. To him, this was a meager replacement of the orbo pendant he once wore. He straightened the gray stone hanging from the rope and once he was satisfied he reached for his belt and laced it through his black slacks. He finished off with a decretive buckle he had acquired three months ago that was silver and had a brass eagle on it.

A quick run of the brush through his hair and he was out of the washroom and back into the bedroom where he slipped on his shoulder holster before walking into the kitchen where Robin sat, while talking on her cell phone and trying to feed Kanna her breakfast. It had seemed that Kanna had discovered a new art medium. Peaches and Cream porridge, and she was painting her half of the table along with her pajamas and Robin's white blouse.

Robin covered the speaker of the phone with her hand and looked up at Amon. Can you clean her up? Tim's on the phone. Amon nodded. Tim was one of their farm hands and currently the one in charge of the ranch until their return... if they did return. Amon looked down at his daughter and she looked up at him and smiled brightly.

she said.

He remarked in dry sarcasm before he scooped up the messy child and brought her to the washroom to clean her up. After washing off the oatmeal he took her into her little room and set her on top of her desk, then went about changing her into a white t-shirt with a pink bandana heart on it, and a skirt made from the same pink bandana material.

Kanna squealed ready to go into a random fit. Amon did a quick about face and reached into her crib, pulling out her floppy horse and handing it to her before tying the matching bandana around her neck. Kanna held her stuffed horse tightly and Amon praised himself for another temper tantrum successfully evaded. After he pulled her little socks on, he grabbed her and brought her back into the living room, setting her on the floor to play with her stuffed toy. He looked back over at Robin, she was still on the phone conducting business, this time the classifieds were open in front of her. She had cleaned up the small kitchen table and already had some breakfast on the counter waiting for Amon. That girl always seemed to be prepared. He had fetched his food and joined her at the table.

-Yes, Mary Ann can hire more - about 3 or 4 - Experience might be a good thing if she's not willing to train. Frankly I'd like to see some young ones get some training. - ye...yes it is. Robin talked over the phone. So lets use that as a summer promotion. Get some highschoolers out there for work experience. We've never been against temporary summer hiring or volunteering. - Well naturally those have to come first. - We'll take care of that out here, you do what needs to be done back there. - Yes... Yes... okay then. Robin seemed to smile mischievously at Amon as she said Yes I will tell him. Good luck and see you soon hopefully. Bye Tim.

Amon looked at her suspiciously. Tell me what? he asked.

Mr. Tibs misses you. Robin said amusingly.

If it were possible, Amon would have shuttered at that name. Mr. Tibs was a miniature goat they owned. Actually he had come with the land and that goat HATED Amon. There was no apparent reason, it just seemed to. The first time they had crossed paths Mr. Tibs had peed on his boot. The second time, Mr. Tibs snuck into their house through the small cat door on the kitchen door and ransacked Amon's side of the closet; missing Amon's old and mildewy STN-J jacket much to Robin's dismay. The third time had been the most amusing. Mr. Tibs had been in a particularly bad mood and chased Amon. Chased him across the yard and up a tree in fact. Yeah the goat really didn't like Amon and for the most part, Amon hated Mr. Tibs too. So much that they never did get another goat on the farm or any others for and of their other ranches either.

Mr Tibs loved to bite, head butt, and kick poor Amon whenever he wasn't looking. It hurt and more often then not left Amon with bruises. Their recent run in with each other had been when Amon was helping Tim repair a gate to the bull pen. Amon had been lying flat on his back tightening a loose screw on the post connectors when Mr. Tibs thought it would be great fun if he took a flying leap and land on Amon's stomach.

This relationship between Amon and Mr. Tibs had naturally evolved into teasing the young man with endless puns and jokes.

Robin hung up the phone and her half smile returned. Lighten up Amon, she said, Don't let him get your goat. Amon gave her a glare that said Don't you start too!' Robin ignored it easily and went on. We got the extra land in the Penticton area and the permit for the expansion of the ranch in that area.

Amon nodded. he said over half a mouthful of toast. They had been going after extra land for a few of their ranches for months to make expansions and renovations. Expansions and renovations meant more tourists; more tourists meant more money; more money meant they could keep living and keep things running smoothly. So now we can put some of our livestock in there. he commented and took a sip of his coffee.

Robin nodded. Which means we might finally be able to hold an actual cattle drive there as well. Who knew an event so primitive could bring in so many people. She commented.

Amon shook his head. Not till we are sure that old farm up by the mountains is ours too.No one has lived there for years, can't believe it hasn't been sold off in the past before we came along.Probably for the better. Amon said. Hopefully it will be ours soon enough.

Robin sighed. Maybe. Mary Ann is trying to get her hands on the deed from the son-in-law of the guy that used to own it. According to her, he is being very difficult. He doesn't even go there and no one's lived there for more that 10 years.People are strange. Amon commented and finished the last of his eggs. Robin nodded and returned her attention to the classifieds.

We can check out some of the live stock out here.Mostly chicken's and pigs though.True, but there's one for cattle and horses as well. Robin said.

came Kanna's cheerful little squeal from the living room floor.

Robin looked over at her daughter. She was laying on her back , her arms and legs wrapped around her stuffed horse. You wanna go see the horses? she asked.

came Kanna's equally delighted squeal.

Amon looked at Robin with a questioning eyebrow. You do remember why we are here, correct?

Robin frowned, Amon's warden sense was kicking in again. She looked at his straight in the eye Yes I remember but we also still have a business to run if I'm not mistaken, and that business is currently our only means of living. she said matter-of-factly. We also lied and said we were going to conduct business out here. I don't know about you but I don't intent to raise suspicion with the police. It's bad enough we've fled right after that shooting incident, that's raised eyebrows all ready. At least if it actually looks like we've been doing something out here related to the ranch we won't have to be called back any time soon. Robin reached for her coffee and took a moment to have a drink. After she set her mug down she held the silence for a minute longer before saying And as long as that threat hasn't reared it's ugly head here, I intend on going about Japan doing exactly that. Business.This isn't a vacation.Who said it was. I was being serious. she remarked. She took another drink of her coffee. Why, did you have something in mind that you wanted to do today? she paused. ... like keeping me caged again?... we all know how that turned out.

Amon took a moment, drinking his coffee before speaking. There's a few people I wanted to talk to.You wanna find out who did that shooting, don't you? Robin asked. She knew that was bugging him and now that he back home, back in his element in Japan, he would take full advantage of his old resources.

He looked at her with a momentary pause. I also wanna know if we are still being hunted. He added.

A little obvious. she remarked, folding her fingers under her chin and leaning against her arm that rested on the table. Lets face facts, we're still wanted. Father Juliano was suppose to call off the hunt once he returned to Europe, but he obviously didn't or we won't have been hunted all those previous times earlier when I was still pregnant. It's probably why he sent you that suggestion about Canada back in Paris. He couldn't call the hunt off. We came here not because it's safer but because we have far more resources here. We could've easily fled to another one of the ranches but would've been at a major disadvantage regarding information among other things. Going outside here, if we've been tracked, would be a death trap. We really aren't safe until we know what is going on.I've already made arrangements. He noted.

Robin looked up from her coffee. You have? she asked, her face looking at him in slight disbelief. Is there anything else you'd like to tell me? Any more death traps I should know about?

Amon looked at her, seemingly unaffected but her remark. he took a sip I'm going alone.Wait, no you're not. Amon I know you are capable but it leaves both of us at a disadvantage. I'm have trouble accepting that.There's some resources that need to be exercised if we are going to get through this. Where I'm going it's no place for you or Kanna. His voice was still a bit droll.

Robin sighed. So what am I expected to do? She let her eyes drift to her daughter who was now enthralled with playing by herself with her stuffed toy.

Keep yourself busy. Conduct business as usual as you said to draw suspicion away from our true reason for being here. I'll be returning around noon. and he started to get up.

Her eyes and face followed his standing form. You know how I feel about all this, don't you. She said. He looked down at her but said nothing. They stood like that for a moment, their eyes holding one another's almost as if they could speak through them. Finally he started for the door. Robin turned around in her chair to watch him put his boots on. At least wear your blazer, it looks a lot better than that god awful-

But Amon was out the door in seconds flat.

Trench coat... Robin sighed. She made a face as she looked at his black western style blazer. It wasn't awfully cowboyish at all really, it was a black soft leather blazer with a slight western type pattern around the collar. Worn with a dress shirt and slacks, one wouldn't even know it was western. Sure he wore it when ever he was out walking the ranch or pleasure riding with her; sure he wore it when conducting business for their new home; sure he wore it when they went out for dinners, walks and whatever. So why had he refused to wear it just now and go for that old STN-J trench coat of his? She knew why... regrettably. He looked far more intimidating to those who did not know him well. He looked like a dark killer, some one you didn't want to meet in an alley during anytime of the day or night. His blazer did not hold that same intimidating quality unfortunately.

Her brow furrowed and she pouted slightly. His old trench coat was something she had grown to dislike in the past three months or so. In the past she had taken out the embroidered stitching of STN-J' on the shoulders and had to replace the metal badges on the shoulders as well. That had proven to be very time consuming and painful when he had asked her to do it so long ago. She hadn't been pregnant back then and they had just started their run from Solomon. It had been a pain really and so had been Amon's bitchin' about it. She thought back to that for a moment. She had been younger then and more polite' and definitely more naive back then. Had she had the attitude she did now, back then, she probably would've told him to take his coat shove it up his-

Kanna cried. Robin looked to see her little girl at the door crying miserably at the fact that Amon had left her behind. It was heartbreaking seeing her little one like that, trying to reach for the door knob so she could chase after Amon. Robin got up and scooped her little girl into her arms. Robin's gaze reverted back to the forgotten blazer on the coat hook.

The task of fixing his trench coat more times than she could count and removing the emblems was not the only thing she held against the old defenseless piece of fabric. No, by far, the thing what was putting her off from it was the musty, mildewy smell it had gained from sitting the closet for months on end and the beating it had gotten from so many fights with hunters before that. He never washed it. Ever! Yes, Amon was a clean man... when he wanted to be but that trench coat of his would instantly make one think other wise. It was embarrassing really. She had gone to clean it god knows how many times and was always intercepted by Amon before it could touch soap. She even offered it to Mr Tibs a few times hoping the animal would eat it or tear it apart, sadly she guessed Mr. Tibs stomach was not that strong cause he always turned away at the smell of it. She couldn't blame him. In a desperate attempt to rid herself (and any poor soul fated to be near him when he wore it) of the musty, mildewy jacket, she had actually thrown it out. Several times in fact. Yet, like the infamous cat in the old song that always came back so did Amon's coat. It pissed her off.

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It pissed her off and Amon found himself smirking devilishly to at his small victory. He knew Robin had a thing against his coat for the past few months. It was old, torn in various places, patched here and there and it had a smell that seemed to annoy the hell out of her. He didn't care though. He loved that coat and it was his last bit of nostalgia that he really had of his ever changing life. Everything around him seemed to be changing. The landscape, the people, his whereabouts, his job, his role in life now as a husband and new parent, and his Robin. Especially her, Robin was ever constantly changing.

Maybe she had been around him far to long and had picked up various aspects of his personality and attitude, or was it because she was now a young mother forced to grow up to teach her young one, or could it have been that she was no longer confined to a monastery living under the churches and Solomon's strict rules... or perhaps, he dreaded, that she was just growing up and that change was inevitable. Whatever it was, it was slowly erasing who she once was and it was turning her into something more independent, more determined, more responsible, more... grown up. He honestly didn't know what it was and in a way that scared him.

Amon was a creature of habit and this change was making him feel... well he didn't know that either. Part of him said that he was unsure of her change, but the rest of him screamed that it was fine, it was going to happen and he couldn't stop it and he would have to accept it and he did for the most part. Still, one thing would not change for him, no matter how many transformations Robin would go through. He loved and cared for her and that would never change. Still those 3 main factors ran through his mind.

Independence, responsibility... growing up.

Maybe it was because of all those and more. Robin now seemed to hold more cards in her hand than what she used to and she knew how to play them. She had stopped asking Amon to help her in life's game. She knew how to play now. And in his own little selfish way he missed how Robin used to depend on him for nearly everything. On hunts she depended upon his knowledge and protection, on the run she depended upon his wits and recourses and his ability to provide be it food, comfort or moral support.

He missed the way she looked up to him with her green eyes, always filled with hope, love, and trust. Always in his mind, he swear he could hear her say you are a god!'. Now when she looked up to him... she told him off. Yes, her eyes were still filled with that same hope and love but that hope was now usually connected to hope that he would do his chores and that love mostly came after he did said chores.

He chuckled to himself. When had she actually learned to tell him off? no... the question is more like when did she finally get the backbone to? Had it been his influence? Nah, he blamed hormones and PMS. Two more things all woman seemed to have going for them that would make them erupt into rage or uncontrollable sobs at any given time, no matter what the situation. For Robin, that extra surge of testosterone that normally coursed through her once a month made her pretty damn vicious and on rare occasions a complete emotional wreck.

It was that viciousness that made him bend, that made him cave the very first time it reared it's head back in Ireland, he was positive of it and it was that viciousness that he paid extra attention to avoid. Robin was not Robin when she was approaching that time of the month. Her sweet, kitten like demeanor changed into something resembling a saber toothed cat from the prehistoric ages and he was not the only one that avoided her during those mood swings. The farm hands did and Amon could swear that the animals did as well. However much he tired to avoid it though, he would have to face the music some time during the day and she would get mad. She would be livid that he was not doing what he was suppose to be doing cause he was avoiding her, then she'd cry cause he actually was avoiding her and then she'd be mad at herself for getting mad at him in the first place that made him avoid her. With Robin, PMS was an emotional roller coaster ride from hell.

Still, PMS aside and everything else, through all the changes and such, and despite his old jacket, he was proud. Proud that Robin was growing into a woman, proud that he now had someone to stand by him through life's bumps, twists and turns, and he was most definitely proud of his newest achievement; his daughter. He paused for a moment to reflect on her, the smallest of smiles gracing his lips before walking out the door to meet Nagira who was waiting in his car for him. Amon got in on the passenger side, that smallest of smiles still on his face. This did not go unnoticed by Nagira. He grinned slyly.

What's with the happy mood? You get laid last night or something?

Amon answered that with a death glare.

TBC...

Well now we know the real reason behind Amon and Robin's business trip' to Japan. Why is Solomon all of a sudden defying their agreements with the Canadian borders? Who is the old goat that's after Robin? (and don't assume, it could be a new character.) What was Kanna's vision trying to tell her? Find all that out and more in the next chapter of Daddy's Little girl next tuesday! Don't miss it! Nagira tells Amon off! It's a hoot to read!

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