Hunters of the Hunters
Chapter 1
The wind howled across the stretch of the city, like a deep breath would across a spoonful of hot soup, cooling off the sweltering heat that had inhabited the area for the past few weeks to the point where even Amon sacrificed his heavy coat in place of the cool comfort the air conditioner could supply.
The shutters banged against the window in gunfire shots, causing the young, fifteen year old to glance up from her book. Pushing back the few stray pieces of hair that fell into her eyes, she set the literature aside and stood up, raising the shades so that the windows could remain open to catch the breeze without causing so much noise.
Looking around almost nervously, she pulled her long, black dress to the side, airing herself slightly as she walked slowly back over to the couch and sat back down. The book she had set spine up there, covers facing her to save her page, starred cruelly back up at her in large bold type: Magical Abilities and How to Control Them.
When her partner had first given her the book, she had denied any need of its context, saying that with her newly acquired glasses her accuracy had more then quadrupled to an amazing 98% accuracy, considered perfect in the world of witches and STN. However, her colleague had persisted, insisting that talent was not only about control, but rather understanding as well, and in any case, reading it couldn't do any damage.
The book itself was obviously old, but from just what age the girl was unsure. Its spine was broken and bent, and more then several pages had browned and ripped. It was hand written, but that didn't mean that it was written before the age of typewriters and computers. Such books were often considered better quality just because they were written by hand rather then quickly copied by modern appliances. Michael, another associate, would have felt insulted, but it was commonly known by the STN that most books on so called "psychics" and "witches" were nothing more then books written by posers, who knew as little about the world of witches as an average person. However, this one must be more then that, the girl knew, or her partner would never have suggested it. On the other hand, the book was a little...
A knock interrupted her thoughts, causing her to jump slightly at the intrusion. Standing up and cautiously making her way over to the door, the girl opened it slightly, peaking out to catch a look at the visitor. In front of the doorway stood a large, gothic looking man with long, rich chestnut hair and a full-length black coat.
"Robin," Amon said, catching sight of her. "We've got a problem."
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"This new witch has the same powers as Robin," Michael told them, fingers flying across his keyboard with tiny, continuous clicks. "Fire. The perpetrator hasn't actually been spotted yet, but the fires he or she has been causing have been enormous, wiping out whole city blocks."
"If you haven't seen the bastard, how do you know he's a witch?" Dojima asked, only half interested as she painted her nails a bright, radiant blue.
Flicking through various hacked files as he spoke, Michael said distractedly, "It seems like no matter how much water is used, the fires just don't go out."
"But aren't gas fires like that?" Robin asked quietly.
"Yeah," he told her, "but almost nothing puts these babies out. Not water, foam, sand, or even a lack of oxygen."
"Then why didn't the fires destroy the whole city? Why not just keep going and going with nothing to stop it?" Amon asked gruffly.
"I don't know," Michael shrugged. "Most fires either go out because someone forces them out, or they run of out of fuel. We know these can't be put out, but in none of the three cases so far has there ever been any lack of fuel at all. It's as if they mysteriously just stopped."
"So this witch isn't just some random destroyer," Karasuma said in realization. "If that were the case, the witch behind these fires would just continue to let them burn.
"That's right," Amon said. "This witch has a purpose, and that makes him much more dangerous."
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The black car stopped outside the burnt building, which was little more then a pile of charred rubble in an oasis of less burnt edifices. The dark man and his young, strawberry blond associate stepped out of the car and walked over to the ash, examining it carefully for every detail.
"The police have already checked the scene for clues, but so far nothing's come up," Amon told Robin as he carefully stepped through the debris. "There will probably be little for us to find here, but it's possible we'll find something significant that the police won't be looking for."
Robin looked carefully around the ruin, squinting her eyes in an effort to find something of importance. Glancing over at her sharply, Amon snapped, "Put your glasses on. It's unlikely you'll be needing them, but if you do, I don't want a new fire on our hands." Robin was childishly tempted to make a face at him, but instead dug her hand into her coat pocket and put on her half rimmed spectacles, looking over the top of them so the world remained clear and focused until they were actually needed.
But as Amon continued looking through the charred rubble, Robin noticed something. "Water?" she murmured, leaning down towards a small puddle of crystal clear liquid lying randomly in the chaos. Dragging her hand through the pocket of natural fluid, she watched as the ripples formed around her hand and spread outwards until they hit the end of the puddle and created little waves on the bank.
When the water cleared, someone stood in the background behind her. A young girl of about fifteen stood looking back, reddish blond hair pulled back into two tightly bound, ribboned pigtails, and a long black dress. As Robin watched in shock, too surprised to even turn around, the girl smiled at her. It wasn't the soft smile that typically adorned the same face, but rather one of wickedness and demons, full of hatred and cruelty.
Suddenly, Robin gained control of herself once more, and whirled around, black dress flying about her like a whirlwind, only to find that nothing stood there where the reflection had been.
"Amon!" she cried desperately, still panicked from the encounter and needing support, even if it came from her distant partner.
"What is it?' he said quickly, rushing over to her side, black coat flowing out behind him.
"There was someone there!" she told him, rushing over to meet him half way. "Someone who looked like me!"
"Looked like you?" he asked, half questioning himself and half her.
They both looked over to where Robin had knelt and neatly behind her in the ash was the outline of a dress and two footprints that came from nowhere and lead to nothing.
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Greetings All!
So, how'd you like my new fanfic? We defiantly need to get some whr fanfics out there, because there just aren't enough!!! And I'm even an easy person to please, liking both Amon/Robin and Amon/Robin. Geeze, ya'd think there'd be somethin'! If anyone finds any good whr fanfics off ff.net, let me know, because I really haven't found any. Hell, let me know if you find anything at all on whr.
Now, I haven't seen very far yet, since I watch it through adult swim on cartoon network and spoilers, so if I screw something up, I apologize, I have the habit of doing that with or without knowledge enough to do otherwise.
And YES, one day I WILL get around to updating my yyh fics, it's just that I've gotten kinda out of it lately. When new episodes come on, I'll probably get interested once more and start writing again!
Anyhow, lovies and kissies, don't forget to review!
Dreamfox
Chapter 1
The wind howled across the stretch of the city, like a deep breath would across a spoonful of hot soup, cooling off the sweltering heat that had inhabited the area for the past few weeks to the point where even Amon sacrificed his heavy coat in place of the cool comfort the air conditioner could supply.
The shutters banged against the window in gunfire shots, causing the young, fifteen year old to glance up from her book. Pushing back the few stray pieces of hair that fell into her eyes, she set the literature aside and stood up, raising the shades so that the windows could remain open to catch the breeze without causing so much noise.
Looking around almost nervously, she pulled her long, black dress to the side, airing herself slightly as she walked slowly back over to the couch and sat back down. The book she had set spine up there, covers facing her to save her page, starred cruelly back up at her in large bold type: Magical Abilities and How to Control Them.
When her partner had first given her the book, she had denied any need of its context, saying that with her newly acquired glasses her accuracy had more then quadrupled to an amazing 98% accuracy, considered perfect in the world of witches and STN. However, her colleague had persisted, insisting that talent was not only about control, but rather understanding as well, and in any case, reading it couldn't do any damage.
The book itself was obviously old, but from just what age the girl was unsure. Its spine was broken and bent, and more then several pages had browned and ripped. It was hand written, but that didn't mean that it was written before the age of typewriters and computers. Such books were often considered better quality just because they were written by hand rather then quickly copied by modern appliances. Michael, another associate, would have felt insulted, but it was commonly known by the STN that most books on so called "psychics" and "witches" were nothing more then books written by posers, who knew as little about the world of witches as an average person. However, this one must be more then that, the girl knew, or her partner would never have suggested it. On the other hand, the book was a little...
A knock interrupted her thoughts, causing her to jump slightly at the intrusion. Standing up and cautiously making her way over to the door, the girl opened it slightly, peaking out to catch a look at the visitor. In front of the doorway stood a large, gothic looking man with long, rich chestnut hair and a full-length black coat.
"Robin," Amon said, catching sight of her. "We've got a problem."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"This new witch has the same powers as Robin," Michael told them, fingers flying across his keyboard with tiny, continuous clicks. "Fire. The perpetrator hasn't actually been spotted yet, but the fires he or she has been causing have been enormous, wiping out whole city blocks."
"If you haven't seen the bastard, how do you know he's a witch?" Dojima asked, only half interested as she painted her nails a bright, radiant blue.
Flicking through various hacked files as he spoke, Michael said distractedly, "It seems like no matter how much water is used, the fires just don't go out."
"But aren't gas fires like that?" Robin asked quietly.
"Yeah," he told her, "but almost nothing puts these babies out. Not water, foam, sand, or even a lack of oxygen."
"Then why didn't the fires destroy the whole city? Why not just keep going and going with nothing to stop it?" Amon asked gruffly.
"I don't know," Michael shrugged. "Most fires either go out because someone forces them out, or they run of out of fuel. We know these can't be put out, but in none of the three cases so far has there ever been any lack of fuel at all. It's as if they mysteriously just stopped."
"So this witch isn't just some random destroyer," Karasuma said in realization. "If that were the case, the witch behind these fires would just continue to let them burn.
"That's right," Amon said. "This witch has a purpose, and that makes him much more dangerous."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The black car stopped outside the burnt building, which was little more then a pile of charred rubble in an oasis of less burnt edifices. The dark man and his young, strawberry blond associate stepped out of the car and walked over to the ash, examining it carefully for every detail.
"The police have already checked the scene for clues, but so far nothing's come up," Amon told Robin as he carefully stepped through the debris. "There will probably be little for us to find here, but it's possible we'll find something significant that the police won't be looking for."
Robin looked carefully around the ruin, squinting her eyes in an effort to find something of importance. Glancing over at her sharply, Amon snapped, "Put your glasses on. It's unlikely you'll be needing them, but if you do, I don't want a new fire on our hands." Robin was childishly tempted to make a face at him, but instead dug her hand into her coat pocket and put on her half rimmed spectacles, looking over the top of them so the world remained clear and focused until they were actually needed.
But as Amon continued looking through the charred rubble, Robin noticed something. "Water?" she murmured, leaning down towards a small puddle of crystal clear liquid lying randomly in the chaos. Dragging her hand through the pocket of natural fluid, she watched as the ripples formed around her hand and spread outwards until they hit the end of the puddle and created little waves on the bank.
When the water cleared, someone stood in the background behind her. A young girl of about fifteen stood looking back, reddish blond hair pulled back into two tightly bound, ribboned pigtails, and a long black dress. As Robin watched in shock, too surprised to even turn around, the girl smiled at her. It wasn't the soft smile that typically adorned the same face, but rather one of wickedness and demons, full of hatred and cruelty.
Suddenly, Robin gained control of herself once more, and whirled around, black dress flying about her like a whirlwind, only to find that nothing stood there where the reflection had been.
"Amon!" she cried desperately, still panicked from the encounter and needing support, even if it came from her distant partner.
"What is it?' he said quickly, rushing over to her side, black coat flowing out behind him.
"There was someone there!" she told him, rushing over to meet him half way. "Someone who looked like me!"
"Looked like you?" he asked, half questioning himself and half her.
They both looked over to where Robin had knelt and neatly behind her in the ash was the outline of a dress and two footprints that came from nowhere and lead to nothing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Greetings All!
So, how'd you like my new fanfic? We defiantly need to get some whr fanfics out there, because there just aren't enough!!! And I'm even an easy person to please, liking both Amon/Robin and Amon/Robin. Geeze, ya'd think there'd be somethin'! If anyone finds any good whr fanfics off ff.net, let me know, because I really haven't found any. Hell, let me know if you find anything at all on whr.
Now, I haven't seen very far yet, since I watch it through adult swim on cartoon network and spoilers, so if I screw something up, I apologize, I have the habit of doing that with or without knowledge enough to do otherwise.
And YES, one day I WILL get around to updating my yyh fics, it's just that I've gotten kinda out of it lately. When new episodes come on, I'll probably get interested once more and start writing again!
Anyhow, lovies and kissies, don't forget to review!
Dreamfox