i dont own whr.
yay pickles!
thanks for reviews. [coughs] i lied and the damned curiosity got the better of me and i read the
freakin reviews anyway.
so thank you all you nice people out there!
Attempt - 10
Chapter - 6
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Robin stood in the park basking in the sunlight as the cool morning air ruffled her bangs and toyed with her ribbons. She still came here every morning to pray even after the confrontation with Sayoko. She had tried to forget about the witch and the havoc she had caused over such a silly thing. But she could not. It was proof that what she was doing as a hunter wasnt entirely wrong, yet a part of her detested herself and her comrades for the type of work they did.
Every time she visited the park she remembered her, and the beautiful paintings she had created.
A chill passed down her spine as an image of Sayoko attacking her in the forest flashed before her emerald eyes. Robin shook herself to banish the image and tried to force her thoughts elsewhere. How many witches had she confronted over the past years? Why were they beginning to bother her so much now?
This was still one of her favorite places to come and think. It was calm and peaceful here if one chose not to focus on past events. The young hunter needed to clear her head before she went to the office for the day. Recent events, especially those of last night still floated around in her brain. Begging her to examine them more closely. But she did not need to. The facts were plain, and if she forced herself to dwell on something non existent than it would just upset her in the end.
'Amon is my partner, and until he shows further signs of...anything. I will not push him.'
She looked down at the ground beneath her feet and furrowed her brow.
'Besides, what about Tokou? I still don't know what's going about between them. She says nothing, but I bet-'
Her thoughts were shattered by the sound of her phone ringing from deep within her pocket.
She sighed and tried to fish it out.
Glasses. No. Keys. No. Extra Ribbon. No. Pens. No. Ahh, there it is.
"Yes," she said softly as she stared down into the screen.
"Hey Robin, we need you down here right away. We have another case that just came in."
Michael sounded the same as always. Not embarrassed, not unhappy, just mellow-normal Michael.
"Alright."
Robin dropped the phone back into her pocket and headed over to her vespa.
Apparently he didn't care about what happened last night.
'That's good,' she thought. 'I didn't want things to be awkward between us.'
Apparently her thoughts would have to wait for another time.
'Just like always. I never get enough time to do anything.'
*/-
Michael wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve and continued typing. Well, trying to type anyway. It seemed like he was messing up every other word in his usually flawless typing.
"Errgh, dammit..." He muttered under his breath as he pounded on the backspace key.
'Robin's on her way. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.'
He tried to ignore the strange prickling sensation on the back of his neck as their leader, Amon continued to stare intently at the back of Michael's head. He had been doing that all morning.
Un-moving, just sitting there in Robin's chair, arms crossed over his chest, and that cold and stony expression on his handsome face.
Michael was scared. He twitched again and stole a glance at Amon while he pushed delete.
The hacker's eyes widened as Amon continued to stare at him unblinking. He gulped and turned back to his typing.
Miho noticed the strange exchange between the two and turned in her chair to face them.
"Um, Amo-" She began.
"It's none of your concern Ms. Karasuma, please continue your research." Amon interrupted sternly. Never taking his eyes off of Michael the whole while.
Miho turned back to her computer with a very unlady-like snort, and Michael continued his typing, or at least he tried to.
'Amon's power is intimidation,' Michael thought as he shifted around in his seat slightly.
Finally, after about ten minutes he couldn't take it anymore, "What!?" He shrieked swiveling in his chair to face Amon.
Their leader raised a dark eyebrow at his sudden outburst and replied calmly, "Nothing."
Michael's eyes narrowed and now he stared back at the older man. "Like Hel-"
"Good Morning everyone," Robin said cheerfully as she strolled into the office, with Sakaki trailing behind.
Michael stopped dead and turned his eyes on the young witch who was now preoccupied with removing her heavy coat. The hacker tried to swallow the lump that was suddenly in his throat but he could not.
Amon stood suddenly in one fluid motion and walked past his partner while saying, "Everyone into the conference room. Immediately."
Robin stole a quick glance at Michael. He saw the momentary fear reflected in her eyes at the thought of what Amon wanted to discuss with everyone. But then she smiled at him quickly before turning to follow her partner into the conference room.
Michael released the breath he had been holding and looked down at his hands.
'This is going to be a long day.'
*/--
a/n: tra la la la la.
yay pickles!
thanks for reviews. [coughs] i lied and the damned curiosity got the better of me and i read the
freakin reviews anyway.
so thank you all you nice people out there!
Attempt - 10
Chapter - 6
-*/
Robin stood in the park basking in the sunlight as the cool morning air ruffled her bangs and toyed with her ribbons. She still came here every morning to pray even after the confrontation with Sayoko. She had tried to forget about the witch and the havoc she had caused over such a silly thing. But she could not. It was proof that what she was doing as a hunter wasnt entirely wrong, yet a part of her detested herself and her comrades for the type of work they did.
Every time she visited the park she remembered her, and the beautiful paintings she had created.
A chill passed down her spine as an image of Sayoko attacking her in the forest flashed before her emerald eyes. Robin shook herself to banish the image and tried to force her thoughts elsewhere. How many witches had she confronted over the past years? Why were they beginning to bother her so much now?
This was still one of her favorite places to come and think. It was calm and peaceful here if one chose not to focus on past events. The young hunter needed to clear her head before she went to the office for the day. Recent events, especially those of last night still floated around in her brain. Begging her to examine them more closely. But she did not need to. The facts were plain, and if she forced herself to dwell on something non existent than it would just upset her in the end.
'Amon is my partner, and until he shows further signs of...anything. I will not push him.'
She looked down at the ground beneath her feet and furrowed her brow.
'Besides, what about Tokou? I still don't know what's going about between them. She says nothing, but I bet-'
Her thoughts were shattered by the sound of her phone ringing from deep within her pocket.
She sighed and tried to fish it out.
Glasses. No. Keys. No. Extra Ribbon. No. Pens. No. Ahh, there it is.
"Yes," she said softly as she stared down into the screen.
"Hey Robin, we need you down here right away. We have another case that just came in."
Michael sounded the same as always. Not embarrassed, not unhappy, just mellow-normal Michael.
"Alright."
Robin dropped the phone back into her pocket and headed over to her vespa.
Apparently he didn't care about what happened last night.
'That's good,' she thought. 'I didn't want things to be awkward between us.'
Apparently her thoughts would have to wait for another time.
'Just like always. I never get enough time to do anything.'
*/-
Michael wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve and continued typing. Well, trying to type anyway. It seemed like he was messing up every other word in his usually flawless typing.
"Errgh, dammit..." He muttered under his breath as he pounded on the backspace key.
'Robin's on her way. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.'
He tried to ignore the strange prickling sensation on the back of his neck as their leader, Amon continued to stare intently at the back of Michael's head. He had been doing that all morning.
Un-moving, just sitting there in Robin's chair, arms crossed over his chest, and that cold and stony expression on his handsome face.
Michael was scared. He twitched again and stole a glance at Amon while he pushed delete.
The hacker's eyes widened as Amon continued to stare at him unblinking. He gulped and turned back to his typing.
Miho noticed the strange exchange between the two and turned in her chair to face them.
"Um, Amo-" She began.
"It's none of your concern Ms. Karasuma, please continue your research." Amon interrupted sternly. Never taking his eyes off of Michael the whole while.
Miho turned back to her computer with a very unlady-like snort, and Michael continued his typing, or at least he tried to.
'Amon's power is intimidation,' Michael thought as he shifted around in his seat slightly.
Finally, after about ten minutes he couldn't take it anymore, "What!?" He shrieked swiveling in his chair to face Amon.
Their leader raised a dark eyebrow at his sudden outburst and replied calmly, "Nothing."
Michael's eyes narrowed and now he stared back at the older man. "Like Hel-"
"Good Morning everyone," Robin said cheerfully as she strolled into the office, with Sakaki trailing behind.
Michael stopped dead and turned his eyes on the young witch who was now preoccupied with removing her heavy coat. The hacker tried to swallow the lump that was suddenly in his throat but he could not.
Amon stood suddenly in one fluid motion and walked past his partner while saying, "Everyone into the conference room. Immediately."
Robin stole a quick glance at Michael. He saw the momentary fear reflected in her eyes at the thought of what Amon wanted to discuss with everyone. But then she smiled at him quickly before turning to follow her partner into the conference room.
Michael released the breath he had been holding and looked down at his hands.
'This is going to be a long day.'
*/--
a/n: tra la la la la.