Azure

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A/N: A long, single story on witch Hunter Robin. Robin x Amon.pardon me, just new to the fandom. I' m hoping I don't ruin the real timeline since I'm going alternate or should I say a weird hypothesis.that the person from that car in the last ep. Was Robin.please do read and tell me afterwards about it ^___^

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Moments and hours have gone by as I stare at the window. The autumn leaves silently drift to meet the ground outside. It might be another cliché, maybe, to anyone who might be reading. However, let me describe everything I see in plain words, as I know them since I've never been good at those.

Where was I? Yes, I was talking about a season I see right now. The autumn winds try to embrace me and remind me of things. The wind does make you fall into dreams, make your thoughts fly, tell songs of lovers' pasts, of painful truths and now.a story I carry on to this day. This was a story that never made my mind rest. Lest does it help solve anything my confusion brings me. Let me tell you a story of me-or rather of Amon and me.

It happened not long ago, when we were on an encounter. The weather was quite different from today, it was raining hard and I hardly could even ignite a spark. We were located at the edge of the city where everything here seemed dark and dreary. My partner, Amon, had his nonchalant mood expressed stronger with the weather and the city as the backdrop.

"Robin, enter area and secure target." "That's from the back. He's not heading there is he?" "Do it. I'd wish you'd work up your 'following of direction' skills," He raised an eyebrow and I shrugged in return, pulled my glasses from my coat pocket and ran.

Just beyond the long underground parking lot was the man I was looking for. He was alone, soaked and dazed as one is bound to look after running without purpose.

Finally, I thought, I would be able to go home and warm myself after capturing this man.

"Robin!" I heard one of my STN colleagues called to me though I don't know whom. However, when I faced the target, I felt shock. Shock at a level enough to make you paralyzed at the spot.

"Robin!" Again, another call, this was from Amon. I do not know exactly what was happening. Instead, I tried to focus my eyes and mind at the man though my body shook with such intensity you'd say that I was not having a fit but was being possessed.

"M-move..Move b-back!" I called to whoever STN members were present. I didn't care now because my focus was to hit a jet of flame towards him. Oh, the convulsions continued after I successfully hit him with fire. He was still conscious and orbo was failing us. One last time, I shook so violently it made me spit my blood.I was trapped!

Everything went black and I felt the ground swallow me.

Funny, I thought I'd die and I was afraid to do so without any confession or even a prayer. Such a miracle that I lived-maybe I was just exaggerating it. The fact remains that the first person I saw was Amon.

"Finally," I head him speak, though he was waiting me to get up because I was late for work and he wanted me to do something. I gave him a very scornful look. I think he got the message and turned his heel to open the door.

"Oi," I called, "You're not even going to ask how I feel? Not even glad that I'm awake or I suppose you aren't glad even I was out of bed."

He just gave me a severe look just as he usually does. I think that's not the proper description for his perpetual frown. I don't know but it makes me frown with no reason; he's giving me his habit. So, back to where I was, he just gave that expression and went out of the door.

My mind was still in shock after what happened. I could hardly believe that after realizing the true extent of my power, I would still be here in STN- J. I was able to stay at STN-J for the time being without any disturbances from Solomon. Maybe they stopped hunting me for a while and would later seek me when they get a hint. Biding their time, I think.

Now my mind returns to its own dilemma. I could not remember how many days I was in bed, so I am assuming that hunt Amon and I did was something that happened three days or even a whole two weeks before as nobody told me. I was back to my sad recollection about the encounter with the Witch.

That Witch was full-fledged and controlled his Craft rather skillfully since has he some other abilities aside from what others classify as telekinesis, like Sakaki's. According to Michael's0 information, the man's name was Seth Miwaza, a half-Japanese with a Latin heritage. It did not bother me since there are other witches who do the same. What disturbs me is that he is a purist. No, he's not a purist for Witches to dominate, but actually the other way around. He thinks Witches are filth on this world.

It brings me back to my memoirs of remorse see. He reminds me about many things. Now, I'm getting too much on that subject. I am going back to my life.

We searched again and we encountered the same man again. I was better prepared than before. On the other hand, I thought it was successful until after a few successful hits of my flame, the man stood up laughing at me. He directed his hands to me and he chanted incantations.

"Robin!" I heard Amon cry from behind the man. "Be careful, he knows practically everything!"

I don't believe Amon blurting out anything like this. Maybe he was scared that I would now have a chance to fully use my newly acquired skill or whatever definite term you could call it. I just realized there was something wrong. I did not see anything. It was like seeing the presence of the devil.

I demanded, frustrated and confused right now, "Why are you doing this with no apparent reason? We hunt you not because you have done petty crimes or hideous murders. How come?"

He answered me, the most frightening one, "I am the servant of the God. I came to rid the world of witches! You know that devil!"

I heard that word again, devil. I do not know how to respond so I decided to attack. Attack, attack!

Why is nobody helping me?

Through my closed eyes, I could feel Miwaza's filtering evil. My heart was wrenched by his twisted thoughts slowly creeping into me. The stench of lingering madness wants to control me. It was so consuming.

My mind became a hazy blur, whiling in flashes of different memories of my past. Father Juliano, my grandfather, Michael reporting things, Karasuma talking to me at Harry's, and Amon running towards me, getting hit by a bullet of Orbo and falling to the ground.

NO!!!

I screamed at the top of my lungs, something I could not have achieved in my sane moments. That moment, I did not know what I was doing. I just remember that I was speaking so fast in a tongue I do not know. Whatever it was, made the man's body severely scorched, his bones nearly revealed. However, I felt a strange sensation flowing though my body and I could not control it. It felt like a mixture of heat and bitter pain.

"Robin! Control yourself!" For the first time, I could hear Amon's voice clearly. He was okay, standing there with a gun pointed at me.

My senses returned, but it was too late, my body trembled fast as a surge of energy came from me and hit the Witch squarely.

I heard Witch's last, pained scream, "Sena! Others will hunt you! You have killed.a.hunter! Prepare because.what you will face. cannot be prevented.Solomon has resurrected a new way to rid of." My head turned to see Amon shooting his gun and a bullet of Orbo hit me at my side. Everything went out of focus as I shut my eyes while seeing the Witch's body burst into splatters of blood.

I fell down and my eyes began stinging hard as violent tears came down to my face. I knew what it meant-I exceeded my intentions of use of my Craft. Shoot, he did a great cover of being a hunter by altering his identity into a Witch.

One moment more before I lost consciousness, I was trying to filter anything through the lashes of my nearly closed eyes. I saw Amon standing above me, looking pale. For the first time, I saw a single tear giving way down his cheek. He did not even care to wipe it off.

The last thing I remembered, my head was on one of his thighs and his soft, damp lips pressed against my forehead.

It was just like my previous search that I ended up unconscious again. What made me wonder beyond everything rational to me is why Amon was crying for me.

He was not the one suffering my fate.