What If?

Meeko Melodie

Meeko: So little reviews lately! Feeling so depressed cuz I saw a 20 percent off sale in a bookstore and mangas are also on sale but guess what? I forgot to bring my wallet out! Jeez! I'm regretting right now… Me want Pita-ten, DN Angel… AH! Okay, back on track, here's part four of my supposedly chapter seven.

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Chapter Seven: Investigation and Touch (Part VI)

Her teeth chattered as she hugged herself against the vicious wind. But the wind was slightly forgotten as Amon suddenly let go of her hand. Grabbing only chilled air, Robin felt empty without his connection. She didn't know when, but more and more often, this strange sensation in the pit of her stomach always bounced up and down in excitement when he was only near her. Imagine how Robin felt when Amon had locked his fingers lightly with hers just seconds ago.

In fact, he could still feel his warmth on her fingertips as the thought crossed her mind. How strange it was to feel slight warmth even in a cold night like this. Not exactly keeping her eyes on the road as confusing thoughts continued to flash in her occupied head, Robin didn't see a patch of gleaming ice on the sidewalk.

Before Robin could even let out an utter of surprise, she was on the ground; bare legs in contact with the sore cold ice, buttocks on the hard ground with her hands supporting on the sides. She whimpered, but just softly, as she bit her lower lip, sharp pain began to shoot from her now tingling foot. She could barely feel it, though and Robin wondered if that was a good thing.

Amon, who was walking ahead, noticed the absence of a certain girl and turned back. With a cold façade, he kneeled down beside her.

"Are you hurt?" Amon inquired, as he used his hands to massage Robin's legs, checking for any broken bones. Robin was about to reply when suddenly, she felt his finger tracing her inner thigh; she shuddered but said nothing. Finished on one leg, Amon moved on to the other awaiting one. And again, Robin shivered at his soft touches and a small gasp escaped unwillingly from her lips. It didn't go unnoticed by the dark man.

"Nothing seems to be broken," he pronounced, then offered her his hand. Robin stared at it, then at Amon, then back to the hand again. Slowly, almost timidly, she raised her own and Amon clasped her petit hand. From there, the warmth spread from her palms up to her arms and through her whole system.

Amon pulled her up carefully but the jagging pain was at it again, leaving Robin unbalanced and collapsed – right into Amon's arms. He held her close to his chest; he didn't even know why.

It was just another one of his sudden urges mode, he assumed, as he felt the girl's small frame shivering against his chest. Robin glanced up, green eyes dulled with confusion as she tried to pry herself away from Amon's steel arms. "Sorry," she added, feeling hot, especially around the cheeks and neck.

Instead of letting go, like he was supposed to and going to, he didn't know what took over him and he kept her there, in his arms. Her innocent jade green irises looked into his grayish ones with a question mark. He knew the answer but only action could be shown.

Like slowing time, their distance was closer than ever, their puffy breathes mingling together in the dark. Then their lips met in a soft, chaste kiss. As the more experienced of the two, Amon teased her by nipping her lower lip; in pure bliss, Robin moaned in compliance and this gave Amon a chance to slip his tongue in, letting it explore the new, sweet caverns he never thought possible to find. Both of them lost track of where they were, or why they were here. They simply didn't care for once and found themselves in a lost world.

But then, Amon realized. He pulled up quickly, and took a step back. 'Shit, what was I thinking?' Amon asked himself furiously. 'But she tastes so damn good,' another voice inside Amon's aching head argued. 'Shut up.'

"I didn't mean to do that," Amon hastily apologized, not recognizing Robin's hurt expression that displayed so clearly on her complexion. "You… you didn't mean it?"

"Just forget about it," he left it at that and walked in the right direction while Robin lagged behind, unshed tears sparkling along her eye brims.

'Why did he push me away like that?' she thought, 'did I do something wrong? Something that upset him?' She didn't know what to think anymore, her head pounding torturously.

'What have I done, damn it!' Amon yelled at himself, 'you just kissed a fifteen year old girl! Bloody hell!'

'So?' the rebellious part of Amon said, 'there's no law against it since I last remembered.'

'But this is just… morally… wrong!' his reasonable ego argued back. 'To hell with moral!' he stumbled, not really watching where he was going.

Wind continued to swept in the empty sidewalks; stealing a glance at the girl, Amon saw Robin shivering fiercely and her usual pale cheeks were a rosy pink from the cold, 'or it could be from that kiss,' he reasoned then kicked himself mentally for thinking back again. Amon shrugged off his long trench coat and placed it gingerly on Robin's shivering shoulders.

'Damn,' Amon cursed in his head as soon as he felt the sly wind un-sheaved its blades and cutting on his exposing skin and face. But like any day, he showed nothing.

Robin wanted to give him a grateful smile but still perplexed by the close contact earlier, she only gave him a side-glance as her silent thanks pass through the moving air.

A quilt of blinding white, almost bluish, snow covered the sleeping city and the dark dreary sky indicated more was coming. The yellowish orange streetlights glowed ever so brightly, illuminating the ashen, flurry flakes.

Robin hugged the coat closer, feeling Amon's warmth just mere moments before and his scent was still clung to it. Amon fell a few steps behind the teenager.

From his point of view, strangely, Amon thought this vision looked somewhat familiar. It was darkness… a silhouette, no, the back of someone, a girl with a dark coat tailing behind – Robin? Amon froze in his tracks.

There was no mistaking it.

'But it was just a god-damn dream, right?' Amon pondered with outburst of sudden frustration, 'does this mean anything?'

Another sleepless night was coming up in Amon's schedule tonight.

Meeko: Hmm... finally some Amon and Robin fluff, eh? Comments will be very much appreciated! Thanks again!