Chapter 3: In the Rain

Robin sat upright, clutching onto her bed sheets as she opened her eyes. She looked outside, immediately animated at the beautiful landscape. She smiled, slipping out of bed. She made her way towards her small bathroom that shared a door with her room, and turned on the water in the bath. This was her usual routine, a bath early in the morning and one when she got home.

Sliding down gently into the hot bath, Robin braced herself as she reached over for her towel. Wiping her face, she turned off the water a little bit, now with only a quiet echo of the small running water in the bathroom. She sighed, wiping her hands, arms, then her body with the towel and relaxing herself.

After she was done with the bath, Robin made her way towards the kitchen. With a white towel draped around her neck, she started to make coffee and breakfast. Humming a familiar tune, she set a clean dish to the side counter, bringing out materials she needed for her breakfast. Robin drank her coffee slowly, and bit her toast. She looked over to the living room, and there – Michael was sleeping on the largest couch. Robin smiled, chewing her breakfast while examining his sleep habits. She reached over to slid his blanket comfortably towards his neck, tucking him in as he stirred a little.

After she was done, Robin immediately got dressed and headed out the door, after giving her sleepy Michael a good-bye kiss.

Sighing, Robin headed towards the front parking lot, turning on her Vespa. It roared to life as she rode down the road with her long-strapped bag on her lap, slung diagonally over her body.

The Vespa came to a stop at a familiar place – in front of a vast alignment of large buildings and a center mansion. In the front were garnishing of plants, even in the winter time they seemed to looked beautiful. Robin came for the second time to this place, searching for the man she encountered the day before. To her luck, the mysterious man robed in all black was walking out of the main entrance and to his car. Robin waited impatiently for the shiny black car to back out of the driveway and see her at the gates.

Once it did, Robin stopped it by standing in front of the car's way. The man beeped his horn, urging Robin to get out of his way. Robin smiled, still standing there and blocking his way. Finally, the car's engine stopped, as the man in the driver's seat came out and headed for Robin's direction.

"What do you want?" His tone came off cold, and his expression remained unreadable, with no sense of humane characteristic in them whatsoever.

"I wanted to see you." Robin gestured forward, giving off a sheepish smile.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Robin. Robin Sena. And you're Mr. Amon, right?" Robin remembered the Master at Harry's calling him that the previous day.

Something flickered in his mind. Robin Sena – a peculiar name to him. One that he's heard before.

"Get out of my way unless you want to be run over." He faced his back to her, getting into his car again.

"Wait, I…" Before she could finish her sentence, he rode off, slithering his car past her.

Robin was disappointed, she just wanted to see him and ask him about his background. He caught her attention, and she wasn't going to stop until she figured out who he was. Sighing, she walked towards the gate, plopping herself down in the corner.

Thunder roared into the sky, filling the atmosphere with grim tones of gray and lightning flashing every direction. Robin still sat in the corner – unmoved at the sudden change. Her legs were tucked in, her arms braced over her knees. She looked up, exhausted – she had been waiting the whole day. She didn't know she had such a stubborn personality – she never persisted for so long, but she did this time. She lay her head on her lap again, her eyes felt heavy at the moment. She closed her eyes, for what seemed like two minutes…

A flash of light steered in the raining zone, the headlights shining at Robin. She stirred, but ignored it.

It was that, shiny, black car. Amon pulled up, stopping inches before the hood hit Robin. He grunted, sighing but still managed to get out of the car, walking over to Robin.

He kicked her gently.

"My house isn't a homeless shelter." Amon kicked her again, but only to expect a slight movement from her. He had a disgusted expression, but nonetheless, picked her up in his arms and carried her to the car. He threw her down in the passenger seat, walking over to the driver's side. The gate opened for him, as he drove in to his home.

Stirring, Robin breathed heavily and peacefully, as she was slow to open her eyes. It felt warm and soft. Robin opened her eyes, the sudden environment changed drastically. She saw a large room – one with modern furniture, clean, organized, and warm. To the opposite side of her was a closed door, accompanied by many tables and a window next to the bed she was on. She sat upright, wondering what had happened.

The room was practically vacant, as her memory came back to her. She was outside, in the rain, waiting for this stranger who had her in awe to come back. She presumed that he was the one who brought her here, and smiled at the thought.

She stepped out of bed, heading towards the closed door as wonders of artwork and furnishing passed her by. She reached for the doorknob, and realized a long hallway awaiting her. She looked to the left, and looked to right, and decided to head left, where the end of the hallway seemed to go. It was a huge hallway – it seemed every other feet, there was a chandelier hanging above.

Suddenly, she stopped in mid step.

"You should know better than anyone in the company." She heard his voice. Where was it coming from?

"Yes, sir." Another voice, one she didn't recognize.

"Leave as soon as possible."

"But, sir…" There was a noise of shuffling, and then a door opened not far from where Robin was standing.

A man in a suit walked out, an upsetting expression drenched over his pale face. He glanced at Robin, and went on his way, looking ashamed and pitiful. Her eyes followed him, wondering what had made him so upset.

Robin glanced in the doorway, surprised to see a woman accompanying him – the same woman from before. She immediately retreated herself, leaning against the wall outside the door so they didn't notice her.

"That was a bit too harsh, don't you think?" The woman spoke softly. "It's not really his fault."

Amon glanced at her with a cruel look, and then put his hand on top of hers. He was sitting at his grand desk, and she stood beside him. She smirked, bending down to plant a kiss on him.

Robin witnessed this, and couldn't help but to feel a little disheartened. She sighed, getting ready to walk off, when…

"She would stay in the rain for you, how cute." Touko laughed.

Amon looked away, "She's a nuisance."

Robin bit her lips, stopping midway in her tracks.

Suddenly, a maid spotted Robin, walked up to her to greet her.

"Miss, what are you doing here? You should be resting in the room set for you. Oh, are you here to see Mr. Amon? He's in a meeting right now." The maid spoke softly.

Robin turned to gesture her to not talk, but found Amon and Touko walking towards her already. She turned, smiling crookedly and turned to leave…

"It's rude to eavesdrop." Amon stated, his eyebrows arched forward to depict an aggravated look. Touko stood beside him, gripping onto his jacket.

The maid was startled, turned to bow to Amon. "Good day, sir."

Robin turned, "I didn't mean to, I was just looking and I happened to stumble across your room." By now, Robin was a little annoyed at Amon's attempt of attacking her sensitivity each time he spoke to her. She was usually forgiving and sympathetic towards anything she gave her effort into – but not this time.

Robin sighed, turning around and realizing her wardrobe. She was wearing a nightgown, as all her clothes had been wet and soaked. It was apparent she was studying her current clothes and where her other clothes had gone.

The maid followed her, "Your clothes are in the room." Robin nodded, and headed for the room she came from. Amon followed, motioning Touko not to follow.

Robin found her dried clothing hanging on a chair, and grabbed the full stack with one swipe. She headed towards the bathroom, unbuttoned the nightgown on the way.

"When are you going to stop it?" Amon asked. Robin jumped a little, as if she didn't expect him to be right there.

"Stop what?" Robin asked, a wondering face looking at him.

"Stop following me around."

Robin looked at him blankly. She thought he knew such a simple answer. "I just wondered why you looked so familiar. All I wanted to know was who you were, but you wouldn't tell me anything."

He sighed, heading for the exit without another word.

She smiled, then headed into the restroom to change.

Then, Robin's cell went off.

"Hello?" She answered. Amon stopped in his tracks, hearing her voice echo throughout the bathroom. Secretly, he didn't really mind her following him around. He's seen her somewhere before, but he couldn't figure out where. If she was a stranger to him, he wouldn't really have put up with her this long – Robin wasn't the only curious one.

"Ah, I slept over a friend's house."

Amon glanced towards the bathroom with an almost curious and disgusted expression at her response. Friend? Who was she kidding?

"Alright, I'll be there shortly then. I'll see you. Bye." And hung up.

He was out the door when she came out, fully dressed.