Amon and Robin had slowly gotten closer and closer together after his little flashback. He was never a very religious man after his mother was taken, he rarely even believed in God. But now he felt that there was something, or more likely, someone watching over him and his bird. Amon prayed every night now, just like his love did, but he did it secretly. He prayed that one day he would be able to confess his love for his Robin. He prayed that she would love him one day, just as he loved her.
The days were warming up but the place they lived in together remained cold and harsh. The area they lived in wasn't a very friendly or welcoming place, especially not to a Nagira. The neighborhood wasn't always like this; dead and cold. It was once very bright, cheerful and loving. But that was when children played in their front yards without a care in the world, when Amon's older half-brother just moved in with them, when Amon himself was still full of innocence, love, promise and hope, just like any other child.
But now look at the dump they lived in, the outside of their house was in much better condition than the inside. Outside, the windows were cracked and stained forever. The grass was dead, there were never any flowers and if there were, they died within a few days, actually, they front lawn was mostly made out of dirt with dead or decaying life somewhere. The color of the house was dead and dull, the paint was chipping and whatever plant was still alive clung to that walls of the house. Most of the tiles on the roof were missing and the gutters were clogged with who knows what.
The tree beside the house was dead, it never bloomed or grew any leaves. There was a child's swing on it. It was so…small and left unused…One of the ropes holding it up was going to snap any day now, the wooden plank was uneven and decaying but the ex-hunter knew it had seen better days. Amon should know more than anyone else, it was his swing and still is. This was where he had lost his first tooth thanks to Nagira.
Robin let out a sigh as she waited for Amon's return. Where he went was a mystery to her and she didn't want to question him. She had put so much trust in Amon and for him to just leave without a note or a single good-bye hurt her. Good-byes were always painful for her but not saying good-bye had injured her even more. Memories of the factory, not being able to say goodbye to her friends, no, her family…they were probably worried sick. She let out another sigh.
Amon had forbidden her to do much. The only time she ever went out was when they were running out of food, and Amon never let her out of his sight. She was treated like a prisoner but strangely she didn't mind. Amon…Amon always kept a close eye on her, neither barely leaving the house nor doing much. This place was quiet, sometimes Robin would forge that Amon was even in the same house let alone sitting right next to her. But when he was gone, she's know it by the lack of warmth. She felt his presence more than she saw or heard him. Every now and then he would take her out of the house, letting her stretch her wings for a few hours before shoving her back into her cage and neglecting her.
Amon walked into the house and his eyes scanned the room for Robin. She was exactly where he had left her, by the window. She didn't say a word to him or even acknowledged his presence in the room. Two explanations came to mind, she was either deep in thought or mad at him. For some reason, he cringed at the thought of the latter, for some reason he couldn't stand the thought of someone hating him. Then again, since when did he care about what others thought of him?
He wondered how he could make it up to her. Amon glanced at his Robin, she was looking out the window at the endless sky. He longed to set his bird free of the chains of fate that would always ground her to this hellish cage. He knew that if he did set his little bird free, if he let his precious bird spread her sore wings, she'd die the second she was airborne.
'Either way,' a feminine voice reasoned with his mind, 'she is dying. A bird that cannot spread its wings, cannot sing or even see the light of day is dead. It's dead, she's dead. Robin may be breathing, her heart may still be beating, but inside there is a nothingness…a void, just another black hole in place of her free spirit and loving, tender heart. Actually, she'll probably turn out to be more like you, cold, harsh and ruthless. Now tell me Amon, what kind of life is that huh?'
'If I were to set her free, she'll indeed enjoy a few moments of life, of freedom and then be shot down by a cold-hearted hunter.'
'Cold-hearted hunter? Aren't you describing yourself?' The voice teased.
'Past self.' The woman laughed. Amon had gotten used to this voice, it had been with him since they came back. He wasn't quite sure who it was but she sounded familiar. He was getting tired of her, and also of the silence.
"Robin."
"Hmm?" her gaze still on the dark and cloudy sky.
"Get dressed, we're going out." She turned to look at him, her eyes wondering if he was serious, if this was the same Amon she had been living with for months. Warm, emerald green eyes met stoic, gray ones before nodding and heading over to her room.
'Is this a good idea?' The voice asked him.
A light shone from the top of the old stairs. Amon looked up to see Robin glowing. She gracefully walked down the steps in a black skirt that reached just below her knees and a matching black blouse. She had her crimson coat halfway on. He gulped, not knowing what to do or say. This was different, this was a huge change. He could see her maturing curves and noticed a bulge on her stomach.
'She's getting fat Amon.'
'Well, what did you expect if all she ever did was sit, eat and sleep?' The woman's voice laughed at him.
"I'm ready." She said softly.
Amon could only nod and watch as she walked out of the door, her light fading. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He swallowed but his mouth was still hot and dry. Amon quickly followed her and made his way to her side. He watched and admired her beauty from the corner of his eye. There was something different about her, but he couldn't figure out what it was. But right now he didn't care, as long as he was with Robin everything just felt so…right…
A/N: Thank you to all who reviewed or e-mailed me. I got a few ideas and I'm trying my best not to turn this into a novel like my other story. This was an uneventful chapter, not as good as my other ones. Next real chapter will be up on...when I type it up. Enjoy the little poem, I'm going to sleep. .
The days were warming up but the place they lived in together remained cold and harsh. The area they lived in wasn't a very friendly or welcoming place, especially not to a Nagira. The neighborhood wasn't always like this; dead and cold. It was once very bright, cheerful and loving. But that was when children played in their front yards without a care in the world, when Amon's older half-brother just moved in with them, when Amon himself was still full of innocence, love, promise and hope, just like any other child.
But now look at the dump they lived in, the outside of their house was in much better condition than the inside. Outside, the windows were cracked and stained forever. The grass was dead, there were never any flowers and if there were, they died within a few days, actually, they front lawn was mostly made out of dirt with dead or decaying life somewhere. The color of the house was dead and dull, the paint was chipping and whatever plant was still alive clung to that walls of the house. Most of the tiles on the roof were missing and the gutters were clogged with who knows what.
The tree beside the house was dead, it never bloomed or grew any leaves. There was a child's swing on it. It was so…small and left unused…One of the ropes holding it up was going to snap any day now, the wooden plank was uneven and decaying but the ex-hunter knew it had seen better days. Amon should know more than anyone else, it was his swing and still is. This was where he had lost his first tooth thanks to Nagira.
Robin let out a sigh as she waited for Amon's return. Where he went was a mystery to her and she didn't want to question him. She had put so much trust in Amon and for him to just leave without a note or a single good-bye hurt her. Good-byes were always painful for her but not saying good-bye had injured her even more. Memories of the factory, not being able to say goodbye to her friends, no, her family…they were probably worried sick. She let out another sigh.
Amon had forbidden her to do much. The only time she ever went out was when they were running out of food, and Amon never let her out of his sight. She was treated like a prisoner but strangely she didn't mind. Amon…Amon always kept a close eye on her, neither barely leaving the house nor doing much. This place was quiet, sometimes Robin would forge that Amon was even in the same house let alone sitting right next to her. But when he was gone, she's know it by the lack of warmth. She felt his presence more than she saw or heard him. Every now and then he would take her out of the house, letting her stretch her wings for a few hours before shoving her back into her cage and neglecting her.
Amon walked into the house and his eyes scanned the room for Robin. She was exactly where he had left her, by the window. She didn't say a word to him or even acknowledged his presence in the room. Two explanations came to mind, she was either deep in thought or mad at him. For some reason, he cringed at the thought of the latter, for some reason he couldn't stand the thought of someone hating him. Then again, since when did he care about what others thought of him?
He wondered how he could make it up to her. Amon glanced at his Robin, she was looking out the window at the endless sky. He longed to set his bird free of the chains of fate that would always ground her to this hellish cage. He knew that if he did set his little bird free, if he let his precious bird spread her sore wings, she'd die the second she was airborne.
'Either way,' a feminine voice reasoned with his mind, 'she is dying. A bird that cannot spread its wings, cannot sing or even see the light of day is dead. It's dead, she's dead. Robin may be breathing, her heart may still be beating, but inside there is a nothingness…a void, just another black hole in place of her free spirit and loving, tender heart. Actually, she'll probably turn out to be more like you, cold, harsh and ruthless. Now tell me Amon, what kind of life is that huh?'
'If I were to set her free, she'll indeed enjoy a few moments of life, of freedom and then be shot down by a cold-hearted hunter.'
'Cold-hearted hunter? Aren't you describing yourself?' The voice teased.
'Past self.' The woman laughed. Amon had gotten used to this voice, it had been with him since they came back. He wasn't quite sure who it was but she sounded familiar. He was getting tired of her, and also of the silence.
"Robin."
"Hmm?" her gaze still on the dark and cloudy sky.
"Get dressed, we're going out." She turned to look at him, her eyes wondering if he was serious, if this was the same Amon she had been living with for months. Warm, emerald green eyes met stoic, gray ones before nodding and heading over to her room.
'Is this a good idea?' The voice asked him.
A light shone from the top of the old stairs. Amon looked up to see Robin glowing. She gracefully walked down the steps in a black skirt that reached just below her knees and a matching black blouse. She had her crimson coat halfway on. He gulped, not knowing what to do or say. This was different, this was a huge change. He could see her maturing curves and noticed a bulge on her stomach.
'She's getting fat Amon.'
'Well, what did you expect if all she ever did was sit, eat and sleep?' The woman's voice laughed at him.
"I'm ready." She said softly.
Amon could only nod and watch as she walked out of the door, her light fading. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He swallowed but his mouth was still hot and dry. Amon quickly followed her and made his way to her side. He watched and admired her beauty from the corner of his eye. There was something different about her, but he couldn't figure out what it was. But right now he didn't care, as long as he was with Robin everything just felt so…right…
A/N: Thank you to all who reviewed or e-mailed me. I got a few ideas and I'm trying my best not to turn this into a novel like my other story. This was an uneventful chapter, not as good as my other ones. Next real chapter will be up on...when I type it up. Enjoy the little poem, I'm going to sleep. .
