Disclaimer: Oh if only I owned Witch Hunter Robin.I could do an OVA, and
add a steamy love scene.but to no avail. I own nothing.
From Life and of Fire
A/N Thank you so much to my reviewer!!! You put a smile on my face when I saw a review message in my email. Thank you for the terrific suggestions. I am definitely planning on incorporating them in this chapter. Others, review and enjoy! Yay!
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Robin and Amon trekked silently through the forest, each absorbed in their own thoughts and musings. They had been walking all afternoon with few words said, only imagining what the future before them could hold.
To Robin, the prospect before them was frightening. She recalled the image of the limp Orbo gun in Amon's hand when she had first discovered him outside of her chunk of concrete. It worried her, as though Amon might have attacked her.
He must have protected her during the night, but were his intentions really good. Shaking her head, she put away the nervous suspicions. She must trust him, or they would never make it out of this.
Amon frowned as he watched Robin suspiciously out of the corner of his eye. She was biting her lip slightly, and subconsciously looking over at him occasionally. It was odd, to be alone with this girl that he could not quite figure out. He sighed.
She was an ideal travel partner, he could confess. She did not desire much, or if she did, she did not vocalize it. Quiet and trustworthy she would take what was given and work with it, a characteristic built out of her strict early lifestyle.
No, he was not worried about her survival skills. His only concern was her forwardness. She had always looked to him for direction when they were together, and seemed far more independent without. He couldn't figure out how he felt about his relation to her. Clenching his fists annoyingly, he caused her to look over with a slight look of alarm. He waved it off and she resumed her lonely thoughts.
He almost felt bad. He didn't mean to be rude at all, it was just how he was. She seemed to understand that he cared for her well enough, and there was nothing more he could do. It was always hard to decide. Sometimes on the hunt, he felt like they were the closest of friends and partners.
Then when she made a mistake, he felt like a guardian, chastising her endlessly. It was always hard to gauge that with her. He shrugged. It didn't matter. He had grown not to let these things worry him.
They walked near aimlessly through the forest, going in what they felt was a forward direction. The sounds of civilization faded in and out. At a certain point, they were both thinking of Michael and Dojima and the rest, absorbed in the experiences they had together.
Amon and Robin no longer existed, according to law. There would be no way they could randomly show up in STN-J to visit anytime soon. Such an event would merely illicit a crazy hunt, and complications and other such unnecessary things.
"Ah, Amon?"
"Yes, Robin?"
"I feel as though we are, somewhat postponing this question. We can't wander aimlessly through the forest for eternity. We're going to run out of materials eventually, and our hygiene is suffering."
Damn it, she was right. They were already low on food, even though they gathered as they went along. He frowned.
"I have a contact. He lives outside of Tokyo, and if I recall this forest leads directly to his residence. We will work from there. I won't promise anything now, Robin."
She sighed, accepting his answer. He was more of the dominant type, she noticed. He liked being on top of things, but it was understandable that he too was at least slightly nervous about the entire affair. It felt good to know they were going somewhere.
Amon strived to recall the exact location of his long time acquaintance Lee. He was glad that Robin had accepted their route now, because it would be getting harder later. Lee was a strange fellow, a suspicious one, but he was secure at the very least.
After that, they'd have to find somewhere secure to live. Maybe another city or perhaps they would stay here. He made a personal note to discuss this with Robin later. They stopped at a fork in the road with a small sign, pointing towards Tokyo on the right, and to some seemingly unknown location on the left.
Robin faltered. Long ago, she had been sent to Tokyo to attend to STN-J and matters of hunting witches. As Amon pulled her towards the left fork, she wondered if she would ever see the people she had first come for again.
They continued to walk as signs of civilization faded entirely and the forest grew wild and unrestrained. The evening passed uneventfully, and the two fell asleep on the ground and rested through a clear starry night.
Robin slept first, letting her long red hair out onto her jacket, which she used for a pillow. She was asleep instantly, with a small happy smile on her face and a soft sigh with each breath in the quiet night. Amon watched her quietly, considering their days together.
They had gotten to talking about in the evening. She had told him about what happened after they had first parted when she went underground, and he listened with interest to her recounting of meeting his brother and his assistants. She was a nice girl, Robin. He liked having her around on this sad trip. Looking up to the stars, Amon too fell asleep.
The next morning they woke with the sun, and proceeded towards their shelter. Robin noticed that Amon was getting more and more aggressive as they neared the place. She wondered what ties Amon had with this man, what connection. She did not question the worthiness of his connections; she would let him deal with that. It made her curious.
They reached a large house with many adjacent windows. It looked friendly from the outside to Robin, but to Amon it was merely a façade that made him nervous. He was sure Robin liked it, for she was eyeing it with interest. He sighed. She was so innocent. It was hard to deal with sometimes.
They went to the door and Amon knocked harshly. This was Lee, and he would have to deal with him yet again. A tall man opened the door, lanky and thin with long hair like Amon's, but an odd combination of brown and red. He wore mirrored glasses, not allowing them to see his eyes.
Lee looked at them quizzically. He had a very familiar looking man on his doorstep, accompanied by a tiny slender girl with red hair and a very conservative appearance. She looked maybe sixteen or seventeen years old, maybe younger or older. Lee was never good with such guessing games. He grinned at them.particularly the girl. In the back of his mind he considered liberalizing her just a bit.
Amon eyed the man wearily. Lee was a longtime playboy.he liked his girls young, pretty, innocent and obedient. Subconsciously he drew closer to Robin, as though to claim and protect her. He didn't like the man's grin.
They discussed their arrangements, but through it all Amon had an eye on Robin out of the corner of his eye, while Lee watched her unabashedly. Lee casually led them to a room near the back of the establishment with two beds nearby each other. Amon would not take an eye off of him.
Robin barely noticed the interactions between the two men. The girl did notice, however, Amon's sudden protectiveness. She liked it, in a way. She chastised herself. Amon was a good ten years older than she. Still, she couldn't help enjoying the sudden attention.
They were to stay in a suite, with a bedroom and bathroom. The dining room and kitchens were on the other side of the building. It was lonely here, secluded and quiet. She tossed her jacket on the bed by the window. Amon was having a rapt discussion with Lee about their stay, so she decided not to bother them and proceeded to bathe.
Lying in the bathtub, she felt like she was in heaven. All the soreness of the past days seemed to fade into the air as warm luxurious water took over. They would have a safe resting place, at least for a few days. She didn't know what Amon was arranging, but she trusted it would be for the good of them both.
In the bedroom, Amon had finished his dealings with Lee. They would stay for as long as needed. Lee was a smart man. He did not charge much for long stays, he knew his clientele was often incapable of affording this. Amon had emptied his bank account before the Factory attack, knowing something like this could happen. He had intended to switch banks anyway.
He could hear light splashes from the bathroom, signaling that Robin was in there. She had gone in while he and Lee were talking, presumably because she didn't want to interrupt.
For a second, a more instinctual part of Amon's mind urged him to join her. He shook off the thought immediately, feeling disgusted with himself. She was 15, how in the world could that happen? Another part of his mind retaliated by citing her maturity level.
Amon sighed. He knew it was true. She did act 15 sometimes, but because of her rigid upbringing he could often mistake her for a 20-yearold or so. He knew age wouldn't be much of an issue in a romance. The thought made him pale. He didn't like the idea of seeing Robin that way. In a way, he did. He wondered if he was scared.
Robin came out of the shower dressed with her hair still drying in a towel. She found Amon lost in thought sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Amon, I'm finished. I'm sorry it took a while."
The sound of her voice shook him out of his dream, and he nodded and proceeded to bathe. Robin heard the mild sound of splashing, and blushed slightly, then turned away and refused to even consider the idea. She spoke to Lee briefly on the subject of clothing and he said she could do laundry as often as necessary, but he could not guarantee any stores nearby without endangering her and Amon's anonymity.
Lee watched Robin out of the corner of his eye as she hung up her jacket to dry in the air. She was a difficult one to say the least. He wondered what lifestyle she led to make her so distant and quiet. Shrugging, he didn't plan on finding out.
He was older than Amon by a few years, and the idea of a girl half his age wasn't terribly pleasurable. However, Amon would have quite a fun time with this one, most likely. It would be nice to hear some young action in his home for a change.
Despite his protests, Robin washed various pieces of Amon's clothing. Lee turned up with some extra clothes for them, so Amon and Robin spent the day working out personal affairs. After dinner, Amon went to talk to Lee about contacts and Robin went to bed. Out of habit she folded her clothes on the end table by her bed, and slipped under the covers to the feel of cool sheets all over her skin. She was out like a light when Amon finally entered and went to bed himself.
He watched her sleep. It was, nice in a way. She wore a small half-smile, barely noticeable in the darkness of the room. She had her covers tucked all the way to her chin and her long red hair floated over her pillows. With a start, Amon noticed the neatly folded outfit she had been wearing all day lying nearby. Looking outside to the clothesline, he saw all of her other clothing. That left.
He sat up in shock. She slept in the nude.
He was wearing pants and had discarded his extra shirt to be worn the next day, but at least he was clothed. He looked over at her sleeping form, but now that he knew she wasn't clothed, it was different in a way. He felt his face color, and turned over on his other side, refusing to look anywhere near her. So passed their first day in safety.
From Life and of Fire
A/N Thank you so much to my reviewer!!! You put a smile on my face when I saw a review message in my email. Thank you for the terrific suggestions. I am definitely planning on incorporating them in this chapter. Others, review and enjoy! Yay!
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Robin and Amon trekked silently through the forest, each absorbed in their own thoughts and musings. They had been walking all afternoon with few words said, only imagining what the future before them could hold.
To Robin, the prospect before them was frightening. She recalled the image of the limp Orbo gun in Amon's hand when she had first discovered him outside of her chunk of concrete. It worried her, as though Amon might have attacked her.
He must have protected her during the night, but were his intentions really good. Shaking her head, she put away the nervous suspicions. She must trust him, or they would never make it out of this.
Amon frowned as he watched Robin suspiciously out of the corner of his eye. She was biting her lip slightly, and subconsciously looking over at him occasionally. It was odd, to be alone with this girl that he could not quite figure out. He sighed.
She was an ideal travel partner, he could confess. She did not desire much, or if she did, she did not vocalize it. Quiet and trustworthy she would take what was given and work with it, a characteristic built out of her strict early lifestyle.
No, he was not worried about her survival skills. His only concern was her forwardness. She had always looked to him for direction when they were together, and seemed far more independent without. He couldn't figure out how he felt about his relation to her. Clenching his fists annoyingly, he caused her to look over with a slight look of alarm. He waved it off and she resumed her lonely thoughts.
He almost felt bad. He didn't mean to be rude at all, it was just how he was. She seemed to understand that he cared for her well enough, and there was nothing more he could do. It was always hard to decide. Sometimes on the hunt, he felt like they were the closest of friends and partners.
Then when she made a mistake, he felt like a guardian, chastising her endlessly. It was always hard to gauge that with her. He shrugged. It didn't matter. He had grown not to let these things worry him.
They walked near aimlessly through the forest, going in what they felt was a forward direction. The sounds of civilization faded in and out. At a certain point, they were both thinking of Michael and Dojima and the rest, absorbed in the experiences they had together.
Amon and Robin no longer existed, according to law. There would be no way they could randomly show up in STN-J to visit anytime soon. Such an event would merely illicit a crazy hunt, and complications and other such unnecessary things.
"Ah, Amon?"
"Yes, Robin?"
"I feel as though we are, somewhat postponing this question. We can't wander aimlessly through the forest for eternity. We're going to run out of materials eventually, and our hygiene is suffering."
Damn it, she was right. They were already low on food, even though they gathered as they went along. He frowned.
"I have a contact. He lives outside of Tokyo, and if I recall this forest leads directly to his residence. We will work from there. I won't promise anything now, Robin."
She sighed, accepting his answer. He was more of the dominant type, she noticed. He liked being on top of things, but it was understandable that he too was at least slightly nervous about the entire affair. It felt good to know they were going somewhere.
Amon strived to recall the exact location of his long time acquaintance Lee. He was glad that Robin had accepted their route now, because it would be getting harder later. Lee was a strange fellow, a suspicious one, but he was secure at the very least.
After that, they'd have to find somewhere secure to live. Maybe another city or perhaps they would stay here. He made a personal note to discuss this with Robin later. They stopped at a fork in the road with a small sign, pointing towards Tokyo on the right, and to some seemingly unknown location on the left.
Robin faltered. Long ago, she had been sent to Tokyo to attend to STN-J and matters of hunting witches. As Amon pulled her towards the left fork, she wondered if she would ever see the people she had first come for again.
They continued to walk as signs of civilization faded entirely and the forest grew wild and unrestrained. The evening passed uneventfully, and the two fell asleep on the ground and rested through a clear starry night.
Robin slept first, letting her long red hair out onto her jacket, which she used for a pillow. She was asleep instantly, with a small happy smile on her face and a soft sigh with each breath in the quiet night. Amon watched her quietly, considering their days together.
They had gotten to talking about in the evening. She had told him about what happened after they had first parted when she went underground, and he listened with interest to her recounting of meeting his brother and his assistants. She was a nice girl, Robin. He liked having her around on this sad trip. Looking up to the stars, Amon too fell asleep.
The next morning they woke with the sun, and proceeded towards their shelter. Robin noticed that Amon was getting more and more aggressive as they neared the place. She wondered what ties Amon had with this man, what connection. She did not question the worthiness of his connections; she would let him deal with that. It made her curious.
They reached a large house with many adjacent windows. It looked friendly from the outside to Robin, but to Amon it was merely a façade that made him nervous. He was sure Robin liked it, for she was eyeing it with interest. He sighed. She was so innocent. It was hard to deal with sometimes.
They went to the door and Amon knocked harshly. This was Lee, and he would have to deal with him yet again. A tall man opened the door, lanky and thin with long hair like Amon's, but an odd combination of brown and red. He wore mirrored glasses, not allowing them to see his eyes.
Lee looked at them quizzically. He had a very familiar looking man on his doorstep, accompanied by a tiny slender girl with red hair and a very conservative appearance. She looked maybe sixteen or seventeen years old, maybe younger or older. Lee was never good with such guessing games. He grinned at them.particularly the girl. In the back of his mind he considered liberalizing her just a bit.
Amon eyed the man wearily. Lee was a longtime playboy.he liked his girls young, pretty, innocent and obedient. Subconsciously he drew closer to Robin, as though to claim and protect her. He didn't like the man's grin.
They discussed their arrangements, but through it all Amon had an eye on Robin out of the corner of his eye, while Lee watched her unabashedly. Lee casually led them to a room near the back of the establishment with two beds nearby each other. Amon would not take an eye off of him.
Robin barely noticed the interactions between the two men. The girl did notice, however, Amon's sudden protectiveness. She liked it, in a way. She chastised herself. Amon was a good ten years older than she. Still, she couldn't help enjoying the sudden attention.
They were to stay in a suite, with a bedroom and bathroom. The dining room and kitchens were on the other side of the building. It was lonely here, secluded and quiet. She tossed her jacket on the bed by the window. Amon was having a rapt discussion with Lee about their stay, so she decided not to bother them and proceeded to bathe.
Lying in the bathtub, she felt like she was in heaven. All the soreness of the past days seemed to fade into the air as warm luxurious water took over. They would have a safe resting place, at least for a few days. She didn't know what Amon was arranging, but she trusted it would be for the good of them both.
In the bedroom, Amon had finished his dealings with Lee. They would stay for as long as needed. Lee was a smart man. He did not charge much for long stays, he knew his clientele was often incapable of affording this. Amon had emptied his bank account before the Factory attack, knowing something like this could happen. He had intended to switch banks anyway.
He could hear light splashes from the bathroom, signaling that Robin was in there. She had gone in while he and Lee were talking, presumably because she didn't want to interrupt.
For a second, a more instinctual part of Amon's mind urged him to join her. He shook off the thought immediately, feeling disgusted with himself. She was 15, how in the world could that happen? Another part of his mind retaliated by citing her maturity level.
Amon sighed. He knew it was true. She did act 15 sometimes, but because of her rigid upbringing he could often mistake her for a 20-yearold or so. He knew age wouldn't be much of an issue in a romance. The thought made him pale. He didn't like the idea of seeing Robin that way. In a way, he did. He wondered if he was scared.
Robin came out of the shower dressed with her hair still drying in a towel. She found Amon lost in thought sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Amon, I'm finished. I'm sorry it took a while."
The sound of her voice shook him out of his dream, and he nodded and proceeded to bathe. Robin heard the mild sound of splashing, and blushed slightly, then turned away and refused to even consider the idea. She spoke to Lee briefly on the subject of clothing and he said she could do laundry as often as necessary, but he could not guarantee any stores nearby without endangering her and Amon's anonymity.
Lee watched Robin out of the corner of his eye as she hung up her jacket to dry in the air. She was a difficult one to say the least. He wondered what lifestyle she led to make her so distant and quiet. Shrugging, he didn't plan on finding out.
He was older than Amon by a few years, and the idea of a girl half his age wasn't terribly pleasurable. However, Amon would have quite a fun time with this one, most likely. It would be nice to hear some young action in his home for a change.
Despite his protests, Robin washed various pieces of Amon's clothing. Lee turned up with some extra clothes for them, so Amon and Robin spent the day working out personal affairs. After dinner, Amon went to talk to Lee about contacts and Robin went to bed. Out of habit she folded her clothes on the end table by her bed, and slipped under the covers to the feel of cool sheets all over her skin. She was out like a light when Amon finally entered and went to bed himself.
He watched her sleep. It was, nice in a way. She wore a small half-smile, barely noticeable in the darkness of the room. She had her covers tucked all the way to her chin and her long red hair floated over her pillows. With a start, Amon noticed the neatly folded outfit she had been wearing all day lying nearby. Looking outside to the clothesline, he saw all of her other clothing. That left.
He sat up in shock. She slept in the nude.
He was wearing pants and had discarded his extra shirt to be worn the next day, but at least he was clothed. He looked over at her sleeping form, but now that he knew she wasn't clothed, it was different in a way. He felt his face color, and turned over on his other side, refusing to look anywhere near her. So passed their first day in safety.
