Chapter 3: Broken Hearts
It had been a week, and Amon was still by Robin's side. None of the STN-J could convince him to leave. Toko had even tried to pry him from her bedside. But even the young girl found Amon unmovable.
"After a week without sleep does things to people…" Michael told the crying Toko. She just came back to the STN-J after seeing with Amon, where he broke up with her harshly.
"Yeah Toko…stop crying. Amon didn't mean to be mean…He'll come to his senses. He's just worried about Robin." Sakaki had whispered to her while rubbing her back. Toko though, just shook her head "No! He loves ROBIN! He said so! Every time he stays over my apartment he's always looking at ROBIN with more of a interest then ME!" she sobbed out onto Sakaki's shoulder.
Zaizen hated to see his little girl like this. But found it couldn't be helped.
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Amon slumped down in the chair by Robin's bedside as soon as Toko made her leave. He couldn't believe he just confessed love for the young witch hunter who was still asleep in the bed beside him.
He glanced over at her sleeping form and leaned against the bed slightly, reaching a hair to brush her loose strands of hair from her face. "My Robin…Cant you wake up? Please…For gods sake Robin, you've been asleep a week." Amon whispered to her.
Not being able to help himself he took her hand lightly in his "Robin…Please, if you can hear me right now…squeeze my hand…or…Do something to show that you can."
Before Amon knew it, Robin squeezed his hand once, and didn't let go. A smile crossed Amon's lips before pressing them to Robin's forehead "You…can hear me…you can." he whispered, leaning his head back down and looking at her closed eyes.
"Squeeze my hand once for a yes…and twice for a no…alright?" Amon murmured and just as he did he felt her squeeze his hand once. "Good…Robin, did you hear what I said to Toko a few minutes earlier…?"
One squeeze of his hand. She did hear…she heard him confess that he loved her more then he could ever love Toko. That made Amon wonder, what else had she heard?
He would probably never find out, sighing lightly, whispering back to her "Do you…like me just as a friend?"
She squeezed his hand twice, so that meant no. "Do you like me…more then a friend?" She squeezed his hand once, meaning yes. That made Amon smile lightly "I wish you could speak your message to me yourself…" sighing lightly until he saw on a piece of paper on the night side table soft slashes of fire started to appear.
Slowly forming the showing of words. It was Robin's doing. Robin was writing with her craft. And the letters slowly formed into words, forming the words 'I love you too, Amon…'
That made him smile "You…love me too?" she squeezed his hand once, yes, she did love him. Looking down at her peaceful looking form, he wondered if she would ever wake up from the oblivion of which she was sent into. Robin seemed…peaceful, and happy in her sleep. Even if it was a sleep she went under not of her own choosing.
That night…yet again…he would sit at her bedside, holding her hand and kissing the back of it every now and then to let her know he was still there. Hardly even sleeping through the night.
It had been a week, and Amon was still by Robin's side. None of the STN-J could convince him to leave. Toko had even tried to pry him from her bedside. But even the young girl found Amon unmovable.
"After a week without sleep does things to people…" Michael told the crying Toko. She just came back to the STN-J after seeing with Amon, where he broke up with her harshly.
"Yeah Toko…stop crying. Amon didn't mean to be mean…He'll come to his senses. He's just worried about Robin." Sakaki had whispered to her while rubbing her back. Toko though, just shook her head "No! He loves ROBIN! He said so! Every time he stays over my apartment he's always looking at ROBIN with more of a interest then ME!" she sobbed out onto Sakaki's shoulder.
Zaizen hated to see his little girl like this. But found it couldn't be helped.
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Amon slumped down in the chair by Robin's bedside as soon as Toko made her leave. He couldn't believe he just confessed love for the young witch hunter who was still asleep in the bed beside him.
He glanced over at her sleeping form and leaned against the bed slightly, reaching a hair to brush her loose strands of hair from her face. "My Robin…Cant you wake up? Please…For gods sake Robin, you've been asleep a week." Amon whispered to her.
Not being able to help himself he took her hand lightly in his "Robin…Please, if you can hear me right now…squeeze my hand…or…Do something to show that you can."
Before Amon knew it, Robin squeezed his hand once, and didn't let go. A smile crossed Amon's lips before pressing them to Robin's forehead "You…can hear me…you can." he whispered, leaning his head back down and looking at her closed eyes.
"Squeeze my hand once for a yes…and twice for a no…alright?" Amon murmured and just as he did he felt her squeeze his hand once. "Good…Robin, did you hear what I said to Toko a few minutes earlier…?"
One squeeze of his hand. She did hear…she heard him confess that he loved her more then he could ever love Toko. That made Amon wonder, what else had she heard?
He would probably never find out, sighing lightly, whispering back to her "Do you…like me just as a friend?"
She squeezed his hand twice, so that meant no. "Do you like me…more then a friend?" She squeezed his hand once, meaning yes. That made Amon smile lightly "I wish you could speak your message to me yourself…" sighing lightly until he saw on a piece of paper on the night side table soft slashes of fire started to appear.
Slowly forming the showing of words. It was Robin's doing. Robin was writing with her craft. And the letters slowly formed into words, forming the words 'I love you too, Amon…'
That made him smile "You…love me too?" she squeezed his hand once, yes, she did love him. Looking down at her peaceful looking form, he wondered if she would ever wake up from the oblivion of which she was sent into. Robin seemed…peaceful, and happy in her sleep. Even if it was a sleep she went under not of her own choosing.
That night…yet again…he would sit at her bedside, holding her hand and kissing the back of it every now and then to let her know he was still there. Hardly even sleeping through the night.
