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Chapter 5: Truce ****Foreigner: Jukebox Hero (disclaimer: do not own)

Pink Savvy: Okay...Sally and Fay are gone...only gad knows where to, but it is just me. (kicks back) No fighting, no yelling, no....(sleeping)

**** "Okay, there is a new witch. He has the power to....Damn, umm...we do not have that information yet."
They were all in the conference room, and Michael was telling them about their newest hunt.
Robin had given Dojima 1100 yen (Around $10) to switch places with her. Robin now sat next to Michael. Both of them ignoring Amon and Karasuma's glances at them.
Dojima was making eyes at Sakaki, while he just sat there ignoring them all. They could not do much, seeing as to the fact that Michael was doing his research now.
"Michael, perhaps before you call us into a meeting you should have the material prepared." Karasuma said to him. "You do live here, after all. Can you not do the work at night?"
"Karasuma, remind yourself of what you just said, I live here. I do not work here all the time though. I eat, sleep, and do other actives here as well."
"And do not forget about sating here as well, Michael." Amon leveled his gaze at the hacker and the Craft user.
"Amon, do not forget that I am a hacker. I can get information on you that you would wish to be kept secret. Don't forget that." Michael was getting sick of the jabs that Amon was constantly throwing his and Robin's way.
He walked in on a kiss, that was all. An innocent, little kiss. A kiss that had later been taken up a notch in the kitchen. And in front of the computer, the elevator, the well, the front door, the window....on and on the list went.
It seemed almost as if you left them together they were kissing. If they were not alone, they were sitting next to each other, holding hands, hugging, or some other form of a relationship.

Robin realized the warning signs. Amon and Michael were glaring at each other over the computers...and they looked about ready to go at each others throats.
"AMON!" Robin stood up and touched Michael's shoulder. "We should go see what we can find out. Karasuma, Sakaki, go see if you can find anything out. Dojima....," Everyone looked over at the blonde. "Dojima, see if you can find anything in one of your magazines."
Everyone knew that Dojima always told Kosaka that there was secret information in the magazines that she read.
Amon looked about to reject Robin's commanding tone, but she turned her jade green eyes to him, eyes that could set him on fire if they wanted to. If she wanted to. It was a scary thought and he decided not to risk it.
Everyone silently left the conference room, leaving Michael and Robin behind.
She leaned down to kiss his cheek, "I will talk to him, Michael. You must not get into a fight with him. We both know it."
Michael turned his head so that her lips did not meet his cheek, but his own lips.
They slowly forgot about Amon, Robin's orders to find something out, Kosaka's voice yelling in the background, Dojima's small giggles, Karasuma's eyes boring into the back of their heads, and Sakaki's soft blushing.
They did not know that the entire team had snuck back into the room, besides Amon, and was looking at them.
Finally, they separated, only to be left blushing by Dojima's comment that if they wanted to, she and Sakaki could race against them to see who could kiss the longest.
"Shut up, Dojima. We are not even going out."
She smiled up at him, "I can fix that."
Karasuma and Kosaka looked at one another, and agreeing for once, they left the room.
"I must go. I will talk to him and be back later, Michael." She gave him a peck, this time making sure that it landed on his cheek and nowhere else.

**** "Must you two really make out in the office. That is where everyone works though." Amon almost sounded as if he was whining.
"Amon, must you make something more out of it? I mean, Michael and I like each other, and according to the nuns at the Italian convent, it is normal for teens to like one another. You also know that if you push Michael's buttons, he is going to hurt you." She looked over at Amon. "Either by digging up your past or trying to defeat you in a hand to hand combat."
Amon sighed and shook his head. Master, at Harry's restaurant, smiled at Robin and gave her a expresso. Then turned to make Amon a hard drink.
"You know Amon, she is right. And if Michael ends up fighting you then his life that has so far been spared, might no longer be."
Amon looked startled at the thought, as though he had not thought of that himself. He looked over at Robin and the Master.
"Fine then. But try and be a little more private with the kisses. After all, I seem to be the only on the entire team that keeps on walking into you all."
"That is because almost everybody else is sneaking up on us to watch. Maybe you could talk to them Amon? After all, even Kosaka is scared of you. He would listen.
"Perhaps. But answer me this first. The first night I walked in on you, Michael was giving you a gift, no?"
"Yes, he was. What about it?"
"I hate to show any more emotion then I have to, but my curiosity is killing me. What was the gift?"
Robin gave a secret smile and got up to leave.

****When they were in the car she pulled a disk out of her large, coat pockets. "Here, put this is the CD player."
Amon grabbed the disk from her and put it in, not bothering to look at the title. It was classic, Italian opera. It was the opera La Favola d'Orfeo, by Claudio Monteverdi in 1607.
It was one of her favorites. It had been the first play that she had ever seen, and was the last play that she saw before coming to Japan.
She sung along with it, and even Amon had to admit that he was enjoying the music. Maybe not on the outside, but on the inside his voice was right up there with Robin's off pitched one.
So they drove along the roads, listening to La Favola d'Orfeo in Italian. Robin had her window rolled down and her hair was whipping in the wind as they turned a corner.
The people on the streets were both puzzled and amused by the site. They had seen this car many a time and yet had never seen who was inside.
It was a rush of warmth to know that the people inside the car were normal, everyday people.
Even though most of the tag along people knew deep inside of them that this was not an everyday occurrence.

****Michael was smiling when Robin and Amon came back from their drive around the city. He was smiling not only because Master had visited him and told him of the good talk Robin had had with Amon, but also because he had seen on his cameras, that were around the city, Amon and Robin's drive.
He had seen Robin singing along with what he knew to be his gift. And he had thought that he had even seen Amon trying the new words on his tongue.
Robin looked over at Michael and they shared a smile. Both knowing that they had been together, even if it was only over a computer monitor.
Amon walked over to Michael, bowed to him and said the simple word of joy, "Truce."

****Pink Savvy: Wow, I am sooo boring! There is never any action in my fan fictions! There will be some next time I promise. The only action there ever is, is in the Author notes.

Fay: (laying on her stomach, doing a Dojima, reading a mag.) Action?! What are you talking about. We never do anything here, we just fight. And even that gets boring after a while. I mean really!

Sally: You know how much I hate to side with Fay, Savvy, but she is right. Maybe you should take a lesson or two from Golden_Sama. Or hell, maybe even Michael (not the Michael on WHR...my friend Michael.)

Pink Savvy: No, that never works. Golden_Sama is busy writing his own and if Michael was here...well, I would do all in my power to pull at Michael and Robin...if you know what I mean...tee-hee...I love you mikey.

Fay: To damn bad he doesn't like you that way.

Sally: (hits Fay on the head) DUH! She doesn't like him like that either! She just likes to freak him out...right Pink Savvy? Pink Savvy? Pink Savvy: (Dreaming about Michael, now this Michael is WHR Michael. Robin walks into the room) NO! Robin you can not have him!

Robin: No way. I can too have him....I will let you have Sakaki and Amon.

Pink Savvy: (rubs hands together) REALLY!? (Evil grin.) Send them over, both of them....(laughter)

Robin: (Smacks table) It's a deal!

Pink Savvy: YEAH!! GO SAVVY...GO SAVVYUHH UHH! IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!!

****Review Section-if you are not on here...you did not review fast enough...much sorry!

Shimmering lights: I aim to please with the kisses, Thankie for telling friends! I love reviews from everybody...and I really liked your Fan FICTION! It is mucho funnn!

JojoBlond: I do not think it is corny! I agree! I hope that everybody who reads this will keep an open mind and read my other one (if I ever make it) about Robin and Amon.

Alistair: AMEN! It is so nasty that Amon and Robin are liking each other (in my Amon and Robin fan fic. they will be closer in age...ya know?!) Screw Japanese age laws (16 is an adult)...they are ten years apart!!

Lady Egypt: I will try to hook you up with the typing lessons...but umm...you have to share ookay!? And hell, if you do not get the ax, I will...we need her out of the way....huh....Amon in pj's would look sexy...I will see if I can draw that...if I can, I will sent a picture to you...Teehee...how about Amon not wear a shirt...just pants....yummmmy...talk about midnight snack...I mean...

Cali1043: Oh...if I can draw you a pick of Amon I will...but you have to understand...AMON IS MINE!!! ALL MINE!!! And it would be to mean to have a second interruption...not to mention all the head hunters that some people would send after me.

Ashikawa Yuki: I will try to finish this soon and get another fan fic up...one about Amon and Robin

Jennifer: They kissed...more is for lata...but remember...this is PG-13...so no details...sorry!

Thank you reviewers!!! Oh...and if you all have any good ideas for presents, please send them to me...this is how it goes presents RobinxMichael, DojimaxSakaki, or AmonxKARASUMA!! Yeah! You heard me...AMON AND KARASUMA!! Golden_Sama...I SAID IT FIRST!!!! I GET FIRST DIBS!!! MINE MINE MINE!! But you may borrow....I guess *tear and giggle*