Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing even remotely involving WHR
Hyde A/N: Hello again. Oh, before I forget, for those of you who are wondering, the difference between a Sullen Stare and a Sullen Glare is that a Sullen Glare generally has more hatred in it, more expression on the face, while a Sullen Stare is more of the type that causes great remorse in whomever it is directed to. You know, basically the difference between a stare and a glare.
Smeagol: Smeagol likesssss to glaressss!
Hyde: AHHHHHH! Smeagol! Out! Now! Go! Immediately!
Smeagol: But we wantsss to hear about Robinssssssss!
Hyde: Not in my fic you don't.
Smeagol: But Aisssssssssss won't letsss usssss in! We likesssssss thisss fic!
Hyde: LEAVE!!!!!!!!
Smeagol: Fine! Sssmeagol goessssss! But we rememberssssssss! We rememberssss thisssssss! walks away muttering Nobody wantssssss usss, Precioussssss…Nobodysssss…
Um, Trekgirl, is Deep Space Nine the one with Scott Bacula? No, never mind, that's Voyager, or something to that effect. Scott Bacula's the guy off Quantum Leap. That's from like the 80s or 90s. Pretty good show. I like all the old shows. Hardly anything decent on anymore. WHR excluded of course.
Okay, back to the point.
Robin walked up to the door and examined the note that Amon had left. She rolled her eyes, tore it off, and sneaked inside. Touko was still out on the couch.
Robin took an evening bath. She came out feeling refreshed. Good thing, because Touko was alive.
"Uhhhhhh…."
"Touko?"
"Where's that beep!"
Robin shrugged.
"I'm gunna beep beep that beeeeeep!"
"Touko…"
"I despise him. He ran away. Just like him. Ran away."
"Touko…"
"Of course, I seem to have collapsed, but that's no beep excuse…"
"Touko…"
"That beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep beep beeeeep!" (Hyde A/N: I'm getting kinda tired of the asterisk key, but I'd rather keep this G-rated.)
"Um, could I…"
Touko suddenly whirled on Robin. "Could you what?"
"Could I have some quiet, please? I'm going to bed."
"You can have plenty of quiet, because I'm gunna go get that beep out of his filthy bed and…" She stalked towards the door.
"Um, Touko, I wouldn't do that."
"Why?"
"You're wearing your pajamas."
Touko looked down at her lacy pink pajamas and stalked toward her bedroom. A minute later she emerged in a tight red T-shirt and tight jeans.
"Touko?"
"What?"
"How do you get that stuff on so quickly?"
Touko snorted and headed for the door.
"No, wait…" Robin grabbed Touko's arm. Touko just kept going, dragging Robin along behind her. Out the door, to her car…
Then, Robin got a second wind. She gave Touko's arm a huge yank, toppling her over backwards on the ground. Touko scrambled for her car.
"No!" Robin cried, and sent the car up in a burst of flame.
"Fine, I'll walk." Touko set off down the sidewalk.
"Wait!"
Suddenly, a welcome intrusion occurred.
"Hello, miss. I'm Taco Joe. You look like you need enchilada."
Touko stared blankly at the wizened old Mexican man on the sidewalk in front of her. He handed her a foil-wrapped cylinder.
"There you go. Also burrito, chimichanga, (Hyde A/N: Did I spell chimichanga right? It doesn't look right. I hate spelling Mexican. ) taco, quesidilla…" Many more foil-wrapped objects were thrust into Touko's arms. "That be forty-seven American dollars."
"What?" Touko finally spoke. "Why so beep much?"
"Mexican food. Nowhere else in Japan. Very good, very rare, very cheap."
"Cheap? You call that cheap?"
On that note, Robin fled, leaving Touko to haggle with Taco Joe. This was her golden opportunity to warn Amon of Touko's inevitable descending wrath.
Breathless, she collapsed against the door of Amon's apartment. Pounding on it, she cried, "Amon! Amon! It's Robin! Let me in!"
He opened the door and stared at her darkly. Of course.
"Amon! Touko's coming! She's really mad."
"And?"
"So you better do something!"
"What?"
"I don't know. Amon, listen, she's really mad. Really mad. Ever since she woke up, everything she says is riddled with beeps."
"Beeps?"
Robin nodded.
"Touko?"
"Yes, Amon, come on! She's probably done with Taco Joe by now."
"Taco Joe?"
"Don't ask."
Amon still couldn't seem to believe it. "Touko?"
"Yes."
"She's coming here?"
"Yes."
"Let's go."
Amon grabbed his orbo gun and was out the door in a flash. He ran for his car, but Robin headed the other way down the sidewalk.
"Robin! Where are you going?"
"Home."
"But…"
"I need some sleep."
Amon looked about to say something, but the urgency of the Touko Situation won out. He jumped into his car and sped away.
Ha. I leave Amon in Dire Straits.
Amon: Mutter mutter not fair mutter mutter…
I'm glad you all like this. weeps tears of joy Please review even if you hate it. If you do not review, I will sic Smeagol on you. If you tell me that you are RobinxMichael I will sic my toe-licking cat on you. (No kidding. I have a cat that will lick your toes. He's weird. I even have a picture of it to prove it.)
If anyone knows how many different Star Trek serieses there are, tell me because I just want to know for some reason. I know there's at least…four or five.
Hyde