i dont own whr.
A/n: i realize that this isnt really what it started out to be. it's not so much a bunch of
shorts anymore is it? Um, Amon isnt going to confess his feelings to Robin for awhile yet, since im trying really hard to keep him as in character as possible. sorrry. im sorry he's pissing everyone off, but i remember watching the series and being really aggravated with him too. heh.
anyway, i dunno. maybe ill rush it we'll see. thanks for the reviews. :)
ohwell. [yeah that's my answer for everything i know]
ive been reading the episode summaries trying to get familiar with it all again, and now it's messing with my whole idea/process/flow thing i had going. yargghh. this is really long, sorry.
this was funny from animetique- "There have also been hints that Robin could be more powerful than her current level and may go *Super-Saiyan* at some point in the future."
Attempt 14-
Chapter 12-
Robin's eyes fluttered open just in time to see Amon's coattails swish into the elevator. She looked around at her surroundings for a moment, temporarily confused.
'What am I doing at the STN?' Her eyes wandered the office some more until they rested on Michael. Who was staring at her intently.
Robin gulped.
'Why is he looking at me like that? Is my hair sticking up?' She wondered, absentmindedly running a small hand over her sun kissed locks. The young hunter found nothing out of place on her head. Her hair was still tied up in its normal fashion. Looking down at herself she noted that her clothes seemed to be slightly rumpled but for the most part they too were acceptable.
'Then why is he looking at me that way?' She stared back at him for a second, but her eyes felt like they barely wanted to stay open. Not because she was tired but because they felt strange and sore. And that's when she remembered.
'Amon... The kiss...Tokou..' She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. Sitting up she stared at the floor, avoiding Michael's gaze. 'I will not cry. I will not cry.'
"Robin... here," Sakaki said gently, appearing out of nowhere. He handed her a cup of steaming coffee and offered her a gentle smile. "So...what're you doing here?"
She shook her head and took a sip. "Ahhh," she murmured after tasting it. Robin glanced over at her comrade and offered him a small smile of gratitude. "Im okay Sakaki. I just wanted to get an early start."
The young hunter could tell by the look on his face that he didnt quite believe her, but he let it go, and so did she.
-*/+
Amon leaned against the wall of the elevator and exhaled loudly. That had been a close one. When Zaizen had called him up to his office he had been scared witless*. Amon's thoughts had been focused on one thing, and one thing only: His revenge on Tokou if she had spilled all the gory details of last night to her father. But thankfully all Zaizen had wanted was to the brief Amon on tomorrow's arrival of the Inquisitor.
The hunter raked a large hand through his unruly locks. 'I need a shower,' he thought
absentmindedly. He smacked himself lightly on the cheek to wake himself up somewhat, but it didn't really help.
After last night and all he had gone through with Tokou, he had wanted to try and stay far away from Robin. But as per the Boss' orders she was to remain by his side from now on. Especially with this visit from the Inquisitor. Apparently they had more tests and tricks up their sleeves for young Robin.
Amon sighed as he waited for the elevator. Why did everything always lead back to Robin? No matter where he turned he saw her, no matter what he thought his thoughts always turned to her. The way she looked that first day, the second day, and so on. When she was angry because he gave her the glasses, all the times he'd seen her use her powers, the times in the Walled City. The way her face had been flushed and her lips pouty after she had been thoroughly kissed by him last nite.
The way she had looked so sad and lost even her sleep that morning. Her eyes slightly puffy, her lips twisted into a deep frown.
He shook himself. 'I need to get some sleep, and forget about all this.'
That momentary lapse of control was supposed to help him curb his appetite regarding his new obsession. He had hoped last night that by kissing her it would take the edge off, but it seemed it had only made him worse. Much much worse.
Amon stepped off the elevator and walked over to his car.
He was being a coward. He knew it; there was no denying it. But he didn't know what else to do. He needed time to think. Time he didn't have.
If only he knew that someone else was having that very same problem.
-*/-
"Ms. Karasuma?" Hattori asked cautiously
"Hmm...?" She pretty much half groaned, half moaned at him, not paying much attention as she looked over some files.
"Um, I thought you might like some tea. Chief Kosaka and I were..."
"Uh, sure okay fine. Just set it over there." She told him, waving in the general direction of her desk.
He set the cup down and stared at her for a moment, more than slightly annoyed. Why was he always dismissed like he was nothing?!
Hattori cleared his throat and coughed a little, trying to get her attention. Michael watched the strange exchange between the two from across the room. 'Why is Hattori even bothering with her?'
He wondered, 'they've barely even spoken two words to each other in all the years they've both worked here...hmmm..' Michael continued to watch them, as Hattori continued to make noises and movements in order to gain Miho's attention.
Finally he could take it no longer.
"Excuse me, Ms. Karasuma but I am not finished speaking with you. Actually I never really got to begin speaking with you." Hattori said louder, as he moved to stand directly in front of her, hands on hips.
Miho's head lifted slightly, and she looked a bit confused at Hattori. "I'm sorry were you saying something?" She asked sweetly, completely oblivious to her own actions.
Hattori stifled his groan and restrained himself. Squaring his shoulders he spoke, "Ms. Karasuma I know you're very busy, but I was wondering if you'd be interested in going out to lunch with me today?" He smiled at her hopefully, as he wrung his hands together nervously behind his back.
Karasuma's mouth dropped open. She stared at him for a few moments, wondering if he was joking or not. "I...uh..." She sputtered, trying to think of any excuse possible to get her out of this.
Not that Hattori wasnt cute, or sweet. It was just that she really didn't have time to date. It was always work, work, work.
"Hattori...I..." She tried again, holding onto her paperwork for dear life.
"She'd love to," Robin chimed in from somewhere beside her. Miho turned and gaped at Robin.
How dare sh-
"Really?" He asked turning to Karasuma again. She continued to gape. Her normally mellow and cool composure suddenly slipping.
All she could do was nod, and then she realized what she had done. She had just agreed to a..a...DATE!
"Great. How about Harry's at, uh, say one o'clock?" He suggested.
"That'd be great. She'll see you there." Dojima replied for her, and Miho turned to gape at the young blonde.
HEY!
Hattori smiled and hurried off to do...whatever it is he did all day. Make some more tea perhaps?
Once he was out of earshot, Karasuma turned on her young comrades.
"Hey! How dare you two-"
"No need to thank us," Dojima said waving one manicured hand in the air as she began walking away. "We know you like him, besides we thought we'd save you the embarrassment of standing there with your mouth hanging open."
"W-WHAT??!!!" Miho shrieked
"Yeah, it was pretty funny actually. Maybe we should have left you that way, sputtering and choking for words. What do you think Robin?"
Robin offered Miho a small smile. "Don't worry Karasuma, I'm sure the date will be fine. Hattori is a very nice young man."
Miho gaped at her, gulped, and then stalked off.
Dammit, what had she let them get her into?
Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.
-*/
*i was gonna write, 'shitless'. traaa laaa laa.
A/n: i realize that this isnt really what it started out to be. it's not so much a bunch of
shorts anymore is it? Um, Amon isnt going to confess his feelings to Robin for awhile yet, since im trying really hard to keep him as in character as possible. sorrry. im sorry he's pissing everyone off, but i remember watching the series and being really aggravated with him too. heh.
anyway, i dunno. maybe ill rush it we'll see. thanks for the reviews. :)
ohwell. [yeah that's my answer for everything i know]
ive been reading the episode summaries trying to get familiar with it all again, and now it's messing with my whole idea/process/flow thing i had going. yargghh. this is really long, sorry.
this was funny from animetique- "There have also been hints that Robin could be more powerful than her current level and may go *Super-Saiyan* at some point in the future."
Attempt 14-
Chapter 12-
Robin's eyes fluttered open just in time to see Amon's coattails swish into the elevator. She looked around at her surroundings for a moment, temporarily confused.
'What am I doing at the STN?' Her eyes wandered the office some more until they rested on Michael. Who was staring at her intently.
Robin gulped.
'Why is he looking at me like that? Is my hair sticking up?' She wondered, absentmindedly running a small hand over her sun kissed locks. The young hunter found nothing out of place on her head. Her hair was still tied up in its normal fashion. Looking down at herself she noted that her clothes seemed to be slightly rumpled but for the most part they too were acceptable.
'Then why is he looking at me that way?' She stared back at him for a second, but her eyes felt like they barely wanted to stay open. Not because she was tired but because they felt strange and sore. And that's when she remembered.
'Amon... The kiss...Tokou..' She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. Sitting up she stared at the floor, avoiding Michael's gaze. 'I will not cry. I will not cry.'
"Robin... here," Sakaki said gently, appearing out of nowhere. He handed her a cup of steaming coffee and offered her a gentle smile. "So...what're you doing here?"
She shook her head and took a sip. "Ahhh," she murmured after tasting it. Robin glanced over at her comrade and offered him a small smile of gratitude. "Im okay Sakaki. I just wanted to get an early start."
The young hunter could tell by the look on his face that he didnt quite believe her, but he let it go, and so did she.
-*/+
Amon leaned against the wall of the elevator and exhaled loudly. That had been a close one. When Zaizen had called him up to his office he had been scared witless*. Amon's thoughts had been focused on one thing, and one thing only: His revenge on Tokou if she had spilled all the gory details of last night to her father. But thankfully all Zaizen had wanted was to the brief Amon on tomorrow's arrival of the Inquisitor.
The hunter raked a large hand through his unruly locks. 'I need a shower,' he thought
absentmindedly. He smacked himself lightly on the cheek to wake himself up somewhat, but it didn't really help.
After last night and all he had gone through with Tokou, he had wanted to try and stay far away from Robin. But as per the Boss' orders she was to remain by his side from now on. Especially with this visit from the Inquisitor. Apparently they had more tests and tricks up their sleeves for young Robin.
Amon sighed as he waited for the elevator. Why did everything always lead back to Robin? No matter where he turned he saw her, no matter what he thought his thoughts always turned to her. The way she looked that first day, the second day, and so on. When she was angry because he gave her the glasses, all the times he'd seen her use her powers, the times in the Walled City. The way her face had been flushed and her lips pouty after she had been thoroughly kissed by him last nite.
The way she had looked so sad and lost even her sleep that morning. Her eyes slightly puffy, her lips twisted into a deep frown.
He shook himself. 'I need to get some sleep, and forget about all this.'
That momentary lapse of control was supposed to help him curb his appetite regarding his new obsession. He had hoped last night that by kissing her it would take the edge off, but it seemed it had only made him worse. Much much worse.
Amon stepped off the elevator and walked over to his car.
He was being a coward. He knew it; there was no denying it. But he didn't know what else to do. He needed time to think. Time he didn't have.
If only he knew that someone else was having that very same problem.
-*/-
"Ms. Karasuma?" Hattori asked cautiously
"Hmm...?" She pretty much half groaned, half moaned at him, not paying much attention as she looked over some files.
"Um, I thought you might like some tea. Chief Kosaka and I were..."
"Uh, sure okay fine. Just set it over there." She told him, waving in the general direction of her desk.
He set the cup down and stared at her for a moment, more than slightly annoyed. Why was he always dismissed like he was nothing?!
Hattori cleared his throat and coughed a little, trying to get her attention. Michael watched the strange exchange between the two from across the room. 'Why is Hattori even bothering with her?'
He wondered, 'they've barely even spoken two words to each other in all the years they've both worked here...hmmm..' Michael continued to watch them, as Hattori continued to make noises and movements in order to gain Miho's attention.
Finally he could take it no longer.
"Excuse me, Ms. Karasuma but I am not finished speaking with you. Actually I never really got to begin speaking with you." Hattori said louder, as he moved to stand directly in front of her, hands on hips.
Miho's head lifted slightly, and she looked a bit confused at Hattori. "I'm sorry were you saying something?" She asked sweetly, completely oblivious to her own actions.
Hattori stifled his groan and restrained himself. Squaring his shoulders he spoke, "Ms. Karasuma I know you're very busy, but I was wondering if you'd be interested in going out to lunch with me today?" He smiled at her hopefully, as he wrung his hands together nervously behind his back.
Karasuma's mouth dropped open. She stared at him for a few moments, wondering if he was joking or not. "I...uh..." She sputtered, trying to think of any excuse possible to get her out of this.
Not that Hattori wasnt cute, or sweet. It was just that she really didn't have time to date. It was always work, work, work.
"Hattori...I..." She tried again, holding onto her paperwork for dear life.
"She'd love to," Robin chimed in from somewhere beside her. Miho turned and gaped at Robin.
How dare sh-
"Really?" He asked turning to Karasuma again. She continued to gape. Her normally mellow and cool composure suddenly slipping.
All she could do was nod, and then she realized what she had done. She had just agreed to a..a...DATE!
"Great. How about Harry's at, uh, say one o'clock?" He suggested.
"That'd be great. She'll see you there." Dojima replied for her, and Miho turned to gape at the young blonde.
HEY!
Hattori smiled and hurried off to do...whatever it is he did all day. Make some more tea perhaps?
Once he was out of earshot, Karasuma turned on her young comrades.
"Hey! How dare you two-"
"No need to thank us," Dojima said waving one manicured hand in the air as she began walking away. "We know you like him, besides we thought we'd save you the embarrassment of standing there with your mouth hanging open."
"W-WHAT??!!!" Miho shrieked
"Yeah, it was pretty funny actually. Maybe we should have left you that way, sputtering and choking for words. What do you think Robin?"
Robin offered Miho a small smile. "Don't worry Karasuma, I'm sure the date will be fine. Hattori is a very nice young man."
Miho gaped at her, gulped, and then stalked off.
Dammit, what had she let them get her into?
Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.
-*/
*i was gonna write, 'shitless'. traaa laaa laa.