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Hyde A/N: Sheesh people, chill out about Taco Joe and Mexican. I was referring to Mexican food not Mexican language or whatever. Besides, its sposed to be funny. FUNNY. Thank you Trekgirl.

Well, here goes.

SCREEEEEEECH!

"There you are! You little…"

Touko was interrupted by Amon, who dragged her into his car before she could make a public scene (Amon wasn't the public scene kind of guy; people could find out about public scenes).

"What are you doing? I hate you! You're always…" She broke off, having yelled herself into a corner.

"Always what?" he asked, then regretted it.

"Always making my LIFE miserable! Because of YOU, I had to pay 33.95 for a bunch of Mexican food I didn't want!"

Amon raised his eyebrows, but followed Robin's advice and didn't ask.

"You are pathetic!"

"Touko, I'm sorry. ItwasallmyfaultInevershouldadoneanythingtoupsetyouIwaswrong." Amon muttered, all in one breath.

"Was that…an apology? Did you just say you were wrong?"

Amon gave her a Sullen Stare That Causes Immediate Remorse In All Girlfriends Who Ask Their Boyfriends To Confirm An Apology. She flinched.

"I'm sorry, Amon. I know how hard that was for you."

"Can we get off the subject?"

"Of course, Amon. I'm sorry for being so upset with you. How about we go to Harry's?"

"Fine."

In the drama of the moment, Amon had not realized that he hadn't coughed for the past hour. Now he realized it, and it jinxed him.

"Cough…hack…grnnnk…ah-choo!…sniff…"

"Amon! Are you okay?"

"Fine." He growled. But now that Touko adored him again, nothing could induce her to be mad at him again and she just smiled happily.

When they pulled into Harry's, Amon told Touko to go ahead in; he had to check something. She did, smiling back at him. Once she disappeared inside, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the bottle of cough syrup. Empty.

He growled, and pushed a button on the dashboard of his macho black Audi. Up came a mini incinerator, into which he angrily tossed the empty bottle.

He went inside.

"Touko…sniff…I got a call. I'll be back in about half an hour. You can wait here or drive the…cough…car around." He tossed her the keys.

"Don't you need the car?"

"Its close enough. I'll walk."

He strode down the sidewalk, muffling another cough in his coat sleeve.

Robin's sleep was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. Moaning, she pulled the first item of clothing within reach over her head and stumbled to the door.

"Robin. I need more cough syrup."

She blinked at him.

"Cough syrup. Where can I get it?"

She shook her head, attempting to clear the sleep from her mind. "Ah…grocery store, probably."

"Right. Bye." He closed the door behind himself. Robin blinked. Then the door opened again.

"Nearest grocery store?"

"Two blocks down, right one block. Wh…have you finished the other stuff already?"

"Yes."

"That's…never mind."

"What?" He gave her a Sullen Glare That Punishes In Subtle Ways All Who Question The Cough Syrup-Taking Methods Of Darkly Dressed Individuals.

Robin shut the door in his face. Then locked it.

"I'm sorry sir, this particular brand requires a special ID which you do not have," a clerk was saying.

Amon gave him a Sullen Glare That Is Intended To Turn All Clerks Into Bugs Who Refuse To Sell Cough Syrup To Desperate Persons.

"An ID to buy cough syrup! That's…ah-choo!…ridiculous!"

"I'm sorry sir. Try this cheap brand with nothing in it that requires an ID."

"Does it…ah…ah…ah…choo!…work?"

"No."

Amon growled. "Just give me the beep[this part omitted for the purpose of keeping this thing G-rated] or I'll [this part also omitted for the same reason]!"

The clerk flushed twelve different shades of red and sixteen different shades of white. He then handed Amon the potent Cough Syrup That Requires An ID without further protest.

Amon stepped outside and took a swig. If possible, it was even worse than the Robin Cough Syrup. Besides that, it caused some old lady to think he was having dangerous convulsions and whack him with an umbrella (the pink one she always carried for just such emergencies).

Feeling bruised and mistreated, Amon headed back toward Harry's as fast as he could limp. When he arrived, Touko immediately noticed the limp.

"Amon! What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about…cough…it."

"It's alright. Have a cappacino." A man behind the counter handed him one. He gave him a Sullen Glare That Reprimands Those Who Dare To Hand A Cappacino To One Who Has Been Beaten With An Umbrella.

"Beer…" he croaked.

"Amon! You shouldn't drink a beer this time of night!"

"How about we both just go home? It's late. I have work tomorrow."

Touko was extremely miffed. "If you hadn't taken that call…"

"I'm sorry, Touko," he said, deeply and darkly. "It's my job."

"I know," she pouted as they walked back to his car. "I just wish we could spend more time together."

Amon lay down in his bed and stared at the ceiling. Surprisingly, his thoughts turned not toward Touko, but toward Robin, sleep-disheveled, opening the door, and cough syrup. He took another swig, and coughed and choked himself to sleep.

There. It is finished. Yes, this is the end. weep But I shall make another fanfic, promise. I already have another idea.

Review please. I shall bring you many salami and baloney(bologna) sandwiches! Salami! Salami! Bologna!

Hyde and Ais: WHAhahahahahaha! Heeheehee!

Everyone else: Blank stares

Inside joke. Only those who have had Mr. Like's seventh grade science class at some point in their lives shall understand.

Farewell, all!

Hyde