Disclaimer: I do not own Witch Hunter Robin. All I own is OCs, which are
lovely of course.
From Life and of Fire
A/N: Sorry it's taken a while to update. School has been getting to me with the new semester and all, and I'm just trying to sort out all these conflicts I have. I'm trying to develop some new angles to Robin and Amon's story. Thank you again to my reviewers, and please continue reading!
~ ~ ~
Sunlight streamed in through the windows, welcoming the two weary travelers happily into a new day. Amon and Robin had slept late, an indulgence they rarely experienced, and a sad Lee had crept away from the door in the midst of the night in disappointment of the lack of action.
Lee concerned himself sometimes. Like Amon and Robin, he had suffered in an accident and was believed dead. Rather than running, he established a new existence for himself by opening an Inn and business, where he lived happily and in peace, yet always holding a shadowy regret of the life he had thrown away. He had not been in a witch-related accident, he could have gone home. To Lee, it would have been so different.
Now, twenty years the wiser, he could see the burn in Amon and Robin's eyes, the unspoken hope for a safe return to friends and family. It would never happen, thought Lee, as he lay musing in his bed. Much as he desired a lovely night, that girl had another fate. His old friend needed some straightening out.maybe this would do him well. There was business to be taken care of. Needless to say he'd be in charge of many of Amon's affairs. Lee sighed. Entertainment would come later.
Down the hall and through a doorway, a rested pair of friends blinked their eyes to dispel the harsh onset of the morning. Amon had forgotten all the events of the previous evening, and he turned over with a start.
"Robin, today Lee will start arranging anything we need done for the future. I'd like to know your opinion: do you want to go elsewhere, maybe Kobe or Osaka? We need a large city so that we can hide with more ease. Otherwise, we can stay in Tokyo, and hope for the best."
Robin's eyes flew open and she sat up with a start upon hearing this information. The time for deciding had come and she had no idea what to say. Unfortunately, Amon had more to think about than their transportation. Robin was sitting up with her sheet to her chest, but due to his positioning even that left little to the imagination. He blushed furiously, and forced himself to jam his face in the pillow, muttering unintelligible syllables.
His embarrassment was nothing compared to Robin's, who just then realized that she was stark naked in a bed with a much older man in the room. Chaos ensued as she apologized profusely and grabbed her clothing from the table top. Amon was furious with himself yet again. He had just seen a whole lot of detail about Robin that he didn't want to say.well, okay, some part of his mind was telling him he did want to see it but he decided to ignore that.
After this was sorted out, a rather flushed Amon and Robin sat down to discuss their plans without jest. Robin considered their possibilities. Moving to Osaka or Kobe would be safe, yes, but not safe enough. They would still be tracked, and they would still have to deal with the fact that they had left their past behind. Staying in Tokyo, even without being prominent, would give them the advantage of maintaining contact with inside sources, and would allow them to know quickly if there were any changes in the atmosphere.
Robin sighed. Going to a new city would be like running away. Maybe someday she and Amon would travel together. Right now, it was time for more careful plans.
Amon knew her choice before she opened her lips nervously to speak. He agreed that they would be temporarily safer in another location, but that in the long run it would be beneficial to them to know what was really going on in Tokyo and the witch hunt.
Amon nervously placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, not knowing whether or not this was the appropriate action after their earlier encounter.
"We will have time now, Robin," he assured her. "We will be safe. Lee will make arrangements, and we can still stay here until they are taken care of. All we can do now is figure out what necessities we need, and what needs to be done before we leave, and immediately after we arrive. We can do this Robin."
His face softened in a way that Robin did not expect. She knew that Amon understood her fears and worries.but his sudden comforting gesture felt quite good. She granted him a sweet smile, and immediately felt herself go weak from the intensity of his gaze. They sat like that for what seemed like eternity. Amon gazed at Robin, who stared right back.
"Ah, Amon? Are you alright?"
"Eh?"
Amon shook himself out of his dream state. That had been strange.he had suddenly noticed the streaks of morning sunlight gleaming on Robin's smooth skin, and had felt the relaxation of her limbs when he reassured her of their safety.
"I apologize. I've been tired lately, that's all."
Robin believed him with all her heart, and so they went on to their daily dealings. She did what she could with their clothes, and later both were decked out comfortably in their old attire. The evening was spent over dinner with Lee, discussing their identities. It was the first time that Robin had seen him in all seriousness: usually he had a small smile or at least a mocking sort of expression in the stretch of his cheek. This evening he seemed rigid and nervous. Robin and Amon waited stiffly for him to say his piece on their situation.
Lee sighed. It would be a long haul, this particular string of arrangements.
"You are officially dead, Amon-kun and Robin-san. I have checked the records, and you are officially dead. From here, we must plan out your life for the future. I shall check on living arrangements tomorrow morning in some of the areas further away from the center. You will have to live a life of anonymity. We will worry about jobs later...for now I will provide for you. Until your new identities are ready, you must stay here and you must avoid contact with the outside. Now tell me, what kind of life do you want?
Robin and Amon stared at him in shock. Neither of them had any idea how to answer the question. Looking to one another instinctively, they then averted their eyes. Robin thought carefully over the life she wanted. It could be like anything she'd ever dreamed of: a small house, a quiet area, and Amon. There would be Amon. She didn't know what to think about that.
Amon took the question to heart. He had never thought about his future enough to consider this kind of issue. Life had always been spur of the moment, changing from day to day and when things became tangled they were sorted out, and that was that. Now he had to consider a future for himself, but also for Robin.
Both of them blushed noticeably. Lee laughed, and continued.
"I'll give you through tomorrow to discuss the matter while I look into basic residence opportunities. I'll need specifics to obtain your new identification, and other such things of importance. Please hurry. Right now, I'm going to bed for the evening."
Lee left the room, and Amon and Robin followed. They drifted silently down the hall to their suite, and upon bathing in turn, the partners went to bed. Amon had allowed Robin to bathe before him because of the nature of her remaining wounds, and then got in himself. As he climbed into bed, he saw again her folded up piles of clothing on the table. 'Silly girl,' he thought to himself. 'She must have forgotten about this morning.'
Somehow, Amon really didn't mind as much. She slept nude, and that was how she was. It made him queasy though, so he turned over and faced the other side, contemplating their future together. As he fell asleep, the same question was ringing in both of their minds:
"What kind of life do you want?"
~ ~ ~
The dawn brought no easy solutions, only a note from Lee stating that he had left early to search for their future accommodations. Robin ate a lonely breakfast in silence, for she could not sleep. She considered her relationship with Amon. They would have to have some kind of false identity. Family was usually best, but what kind of family? She was lost in thought when Amon entered from behind her and sat down at the table with a small plate of rice.
He ate in silence as she stared at the window. With a start, he began conversation.
"Are you worried about the same thing I am?"
"I don't know, to be honest. What are you worried about Amon?"
Robin winced. That had been a foolish question. Amon did not usually enjoy having his mistakes or worries pointed out. He tensed immediately, as she expected, but then relaxed, finding no harm in the innocent statement.
"I am worried about you and me. This has been a long road Robin, and now we are going even further. In order for this plan to work, we must trust entirely in one another. What do you want for our future?"
Usually, Amon would not have asked such a question of her. Right now he couldn't answer it himself. It involved both of them: their inspirations, their hopes, their ideas. He did not know how to anticipate hers.
Robin thought about the question for a moment before speaking.
"I wish to do, at first, whatever Lee thinks will work better. I believe we would be able to pull through a relationship of friends sharing an apartment, just living together. That happens in Japan quite often, correct?"
Amon responded with a rare laugh, earning a surprised look from Robin. He never laughed around her.
"Yes, Robin, friends often live together. It is no crime to do so, do not worry. We will ask Lee what he thinks is best, and work from that. What kind of home would you like?"
Robin faltered on this question, and then she looked out the window and began to speak. Quietly at first, but then louder she told him about her hopes of a home that she hid inside at all times. She did not want to bring up children into a monastery like she had been brought up, she wanted them with her so she could show them she cared and they would never doubt their existence.
She wanted a house, nothing huge, in a suburb where she could take a walk and not be followed, and relax in the yard under the sunset. Without abandon she weaved her dreams into a verbal tapestry while Amon listened with immense fascination. This was a side to the ever-tolerant Robin he had never seen. They were fantasies, yes, but valid ones. She wanted an identity. It was not too much to ask, and deep down inside, Amon wanted one too.
Robin finished with a sigh, and looked to him for a response. Giving her a smile, all he had to say was, "I agree."
Those two words meant the world to her and across her face came the most beautiful smile Amon had ever seen. However, in her eyes was sadness, and he knew it. He watched her with his chin in his hand.
"You will get your dreams fulfilled Robin, I promise."
Lee heard only this as he entered his house, weary from a morning of searching. Entering the dining room, he found Robin and Amon staring dreamily out the window. Taking out a folder he placed it carefully on the table between them. They looked up in surprise. Lee smiled wearily.
"This is your life, my friends. That is just the summary. It has been a long day for me. Please review the folder while I bathe, and then I shall discuss it in depth."
With that he was gone, and the folder sat coldly on the table, untouched. At least Amon opened it reaching inside to see a large number of artificial documents and confusing pieces of paper. Robin looked at him questioningly, and he shook his head. He shut the folder.
"I wish to wait for Lee. He will explain this in depth. Do not worry Robin, it will work out."
Lee came back to find the folder closed and held loosely between Amon's fingers. He laughed, imagining that its immense amount of legal content would have puzzled them. He sat down to talk to them, and over the next hours he drew with words the changes that may have to come to them.
The evening came, and Robin and Amon fell asleep exhaustedly. The morning would come, and they would discuss their new identities. It was difficult to think now, at this moment, when all the legal aspects of their life had been planned out for them. Lee had given them a straight account of only legal information that mattered little to them of yet. He had mixed it with random details about their identities, but not enough detail for them to fully understand. Those revelations would come tomorrow, in a fresher mindset.
Yet they had not answered their question.
From Life and of Fire
A/N: Sorry it's taken a while to update. School has been getting to me with the new semester and all, and I'm just trying to sort out all these conflicts I have. I'm trying to develop some new angles to Robin and Amon's story. Thank you again to my reviewers, and please continue reading!
~ ~ ~
Sunlight streamed in through the windows, welcoming the two weary travelers happily into a new day. Amon and Robin had slept late, an indulgence they rarely experienced, and a sad Lee had crept away from the door in the midst of the night in disappointment of the lack of action.
Lee concerned himself sometimes. Like Amon and Robin, he had suffered in an accident and was believed dead. Rather than running, he established a new existence for himself by opening an Inn and business, where he lived happily and in peace, yet always holding a shadowy regret of the life he had thrown away. He had not been in a witch-related accident, he could have gone home. To Lee, it would have been so different.
Now, twenty years the wiser, he could see the burn in Amon and Robin's eyes, the unspoken hope for a safe return to friends and family. It would never happen, thought Lee, as he lay musing in his bed. Much as he desired a lovely night, that girl had another fate. His old friend needed some straightening out.maybe this would do him well. There was business to be taken care of. Needless to say he'd be in charge of many of Amon's affairs. Lee sighed. Entertainment would come later.
Down the hall and through a doorway, a rested pair of friends blinked their eyes to dispel the harsh onset of the morning. Amon had forgotten all the events of the previous evening, and he turned over with a start.
"Robin, today Lee will start arranging anything we need done for the future. I'd like to know your opinion: do you want to go elsewhere, maybe Kobe or Osaka? We need a large city so that we can hide with more ease. Otherwise, we can stay in Tokyo, and hope for the best."
Robin's eyes flew open and she sat up with a start upon hearing this information. The time for deciding had come and she had no idea what to say. Unfortunately, Amon had more to think about than their transportation. Robin was sitting up with her sheet to her chest, but due to his positioning even that left little to the imagination. He blushed furiously, and forced himself to jam his face in the pillow, muttering unintelligible syllables.
His embarrassment was nothing compared to Robin's, who just then realized that she was stark naked in a bed with a much older man in the room. Chaos ensued as she apologized profusely and grabbed her clothing from the table top. Amon was furious with himself yet again. He had just seen a whole lot of detail about Robin that he didn't want to say.well, okay, some part of his mind was telling him he did want to see it but he decided to ignore that.
After this was sorted out, a rather flushed Amon and Robin sat down to discuss their plans without jest. Robin considered their possibilities. Moving to Osaka or Kobe would be safe, yes, but not safe enough. They would still be tracked, and they would still have to deal with the fact that they had left their past behind. Staying in Tokyo, even without being prominent, would give them the advantage of maintaining contact with inside sources, and would allow them to know quickly if there were any changes in the atmosphere.
Robin sighed. Going to a new city would be like running away. Maybe someday she and Amon would travel together. Right now, it was time for more careful plans.
Amon knew her choice before she opened her lips nervously to speak. He agreed that they would be temporarily safer in another location, but that in the long run it would be beneficial to them to know what was really going on in Tokyo and the witch hunt.
Amon nervously placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, not knowing whether or not this was the appropriate action after their earlier encounter.
"We will have time now, Robin," he assured her. "We will be safe. Lee will make arrangements, and we can still stay here until they are taken care of. All we can do now is figure out what necessities we need, and what needs to be done before we leave, and immediately after we arrive. We can do this Robin."
His face softened in a way that Robin did not expect. She knew that Amon understood her fears and worries.but his sudden comforting gesture felt quite good. She granted him a sweet smile, and immediately felt herself go weak from the intensity of his gaze. They sat like that for what seemed like eternity. Amon gazed at Robin, who stared right back.
"Ah, Amon? Are you alright?"
"Eh?"
Amon shook himself out of his dream state. That had been strange.he had suddenly noticed the streaks of morning sunlight gleaming on Robin's smooth skin, and had felt the relaxation of her limbs when he reassured her of their safety.
"I apologize. I've been tired lately, that's all."
Robin believed him with all her heart, and so they went on to their daily dealings. She did what she could with their clothes, and later both were decked out comfortably in their old attire. The evening was spent over dinner with Lee, discussing their identities. It was the first time that Robin had seen him in all seriousness: usually he had a small smile or at least a mocking sort of expression in the stretch of his cheek. This evening he seemed rigid and nervous. Robin and Amon waited stiffly for him to say his piece on their situation.
Lee sighed. It would be a long haul, this particular string of arrangements.
"You are officially dead, Amon-kun and Robin-san. I have checked the records, and you are officially dead. From here, we must plan out your life for the future. I shall check on living arrangements tomorrow morning in some of the areas further away from the center. You will have to live a life of anonymity. We will worry about jobs later...for now I will provide for you. Until your new identities are ready, you must stay here and you must avoid contact with the outside. Now tell me, what kind of life do you want?
Robin and Amon stared at him in shock. Neither of them had any idea how to answer the question. Looking to one another instinctively, they then averted their eyes. Robin thought carefully over the life she wanted. It could be like anything she'd ever dreamed of: a small house, a quiet area, and Amon. There would be Amon. She didn't know what to think about that.
Amon took the question to heart. He had never thought about his future enough to consider this kind of issue. Life had always been spur of the moment, changing from day to day and when things became tangled they were sorted out, and that was that. Now he had to consider a future for himself, but also for Robin.
Both of them blushed noticeably. Lee laughed, and continued.
"I'll give you through tomorrow to discuss the matter while I look into basic residence opportunities. I'll need specifics to obtain your new identification, and other such things of importance. Please hurry. Right now, I'm going to bed for the evening."
Lee left the room, and Amon and Robin followed. They drifted silently down the hall to their suite, and upon bathing in turn, the partners went to bed. Amon had allowed Robin to bathe before him because of the nature of her remaining wounds, and then got in himself. As he climbed into bed, he saw again her folded up piles of clothing on the table. 'Silly girl,' he thought to himself. 'She must have forgotten about this morning.'
Somehow, Amon really didn't mind as much. She slept nude, and that was how she was. It made him queasy though, so he turned over and faced the other side, contemplating their future together. As he fell asleep, the same question was ringing in both of their minds:
"What kind of life do you want?"
~ ~ ~
The dawn brought no easy solutions, only a note from Lee stating that he had left early to search for their future accommodations. Robin ate a lonely breakfast in silence, for she could not sleep. She considered her relationship with Amon. They would have to have some kind of false identity. Family was usually best, but what kind of family? She was lost in thought when Amon entered from behind her and sat down at the table with a small plate of rice.
He ate in silence as she stared at the window. With a start, he began conversation.
"Are you worried about the same thing I am?"
"I don't know, to be honest. What are you worried about Amon?"
Robin winced. That had been a foolish question. Amon did not usually enjoy having his mistakes or worries pointed out. He tensed immediately, as she expected, but then relaxed, finding no harm in the innocent statement.
"I am worried about you and me. This has been a long road Robin, and now we are going even further. In order for this plan to work, we must trust entirely in one another. What do you want for our future?"
Usually, Amon would not have asked such a question of her. Right now he couldn't answer it himself. It involved both of them: their inspirations, their hopes, their ideas. He did not know how to anticipate hers.
Robin thought about the question for a moment before speaking.
"I wish to do, at first, whatever Lee thinks will work better. I believe we would be able to pull through a relationship of friends sharing an apartment, just living together. That happens in Japan quite often, correct?"
Amon responded with a rare laugh, earning a surprised look from Robin. He never laughed around her.
"Yes, Robin, friends often live together. It is no crime to do so, do not worry. We will ask Lee what he thinks is best, and work from that. What kind of home would you like?"
Robin faltered on this question, and then she looked out the window and began to speak. Quietly at first, but then louder she told him about her hopes of a home that she hid inside at all times. She did not want to bring up children into a monastery like she had been brought up, she wanted them with her so she could show them she cared and they would never doubt their existence.
She wanted a house, nothing huge, in a suburb where she could take a walk and not be followed, and relax in the yard under the sunset. Without abandon she weaved her dreams into a verbal tapestry while Amon listened with immense fascination. This was a side to the ever-tolerant Robin he had never seen. They were fantasies, yes, but valid ones. She wanted an identity. It was not too much to ask, and deep down inside, Amon wanted one too.
Robin finished with a sigh, and looked to him for a response. Giving her a smile, all he had to say was, "I agree."
Those two words meant the world to her and across her face came the most beautiful smile Amon had ever seen. However, in her eyes was sadness, and he knew it. He watched her with his chin in his hand.
"You will get your dreams fulfilled Robin, I promise."
Lee heard only this as he entered his house, weary from a morning of searching. Entering the dining room, he found Robin and Amon staring dreamily out the window. Taking out a folder he placed it carefully on the table between them. They looked up in surprise. Lee smiled wearily.
"This is your life, my friends. That is just the summary. It has been a long day for me. Please review the folder while I bathe, and then I shall discuss it in depth."
With that he was gone, and the folder sat coldly on the table, untouched. At least Amon opened it reaching inside to see a large number of artificial documents and confusing pieces of paper. Robin looked at him questioningly, and he shook his head. He shut the folder.
"I wish to wait for Lee. He will explain this in depth. Do not worry Robin, it will work out."
Lee came back to find the folder closed and held loosely between Amon's fingers. He laughed, imagining that its immense amount of legal content would have puzzled them. He sat down to talk to them, and over the next hours he drew with words the changes that may have to come to them.
The evening came, and Robin and Amon fell asleep exhaustedly. The morning would come, and they would discuss their new identities. It was difficult to think now, at this moment, when all the legal aspects of their life had been planned out for them. Lee had given them a straight account of only legal information that mattered little to them of yet. He had mixed it with random details about their identities, but not enough detail for them to fully understand. Those revelations would come tomorrow, in a fresher mindset.
Yet they had not answered their question.
