Disclaimer: i dont own Witch hunter Robin.
Nope.
A/n: alright kiddies, here in fact is the one that started this whole mess. (See how it says : "Attempt 1" ) i do believe this fic is sorta nearing the end. but i have a good chunk of chapters left to write however. i hope you like this one.
i do believe this installment is my favorite. but i dunno, usually the stuff i love everyone else hates.
i hope you enjoy it. thanks for the reviews. and im very angry that whr wont be on adult swim for awhile. what a bunch of crap. Although Wolf's Rain is very good. i suggest you watch it if you can.
Enough babble.
-Attempt - #1-
Chapter 13-
He watched her across the open air.
Her sun kissed locks blowing gently against her pale skin. Absentmindedly she brushed some strands away but they blew back. She sighed and bit into her makeshift dinner once more. Robin munched for a few more moments as she stared out into the twilight, lost in her own thoughts.
Witches. Hunters. Amon. Zaizen. Juliano. Amon.
The large shirt she wore billowed around her small frame, and he cursed the structure of her apartment building. For at that moment he would have done anything to get even a glimpse of her bare legs.
But this small glimpse of her would have to do. Just seeing her hair down; wet and flowing, wandering around the apartment in only that t-shirt...
She smiled at something - whatever it was he didn't know. But still that smile stopped Amon's heart for a second and he wondered if he would regret...
Would he regret hunting her? Killing her, when this was all over?
Gods, she looks beautiful...
Was she insane? Was she a witch? Had the power consumed her heart and soul?
The hunter didn't know, but dammit, he would find out. And soon. He was merely biding his time. If he could he would save her, do whatever was necessary. But for now Robin is the enemy. A cute enemy, But an enemy nonetheless.
Why doesn't she wear her hair down more often?
Robin smiled slightly as she thought of Amon. Sometimes she just wanted to giggle at him when he was so serious. She pictured him standing next to her now, or perhaps watching her from a distance. His dark hair billowing around him as he stared, transfixed by her... Yes, that would be good.
Hmmm... And his coat would be wiping around his legs.
She stopped the drool from flowing by taking another bite, but the image of her partner remained. Robin shivered, suddenly cold as another image of Amon flashed before her eyes. Suddenly he was directly in front of her, gun aimed and ready.
"Witch's must be hunted."
She nearly choked. The light wind that had been playfully stroking her cheek only moments before now seemed harsh and cold. Robin shivered once again and decided to head back inside. She turned without another thought and disappeared inside the dark apartment.
Dammit! What made her go back in?
He cursed himself, why didn't he pay more attention? Surely he would have noticed something different about her, if she had changed somehow. He had only started to even acknowledge their partnership recently. Then the kiss, and now this, the stupid instructions from Zaizen. As if he would follow those orders. He would make his own conclusions.
He had always noticed her though. Had always known when she was near. Had always felt her presense. Amon saw no warning signs. His partner seemed the same, perhaps, maybe a little sadder, if that was possible.
She barely ever smiles...
But he noticed nothing that should condemn her.
Maybe she's lonely?
He could understand that...
Kate. Kate had been very different from Robin, and even then he had known right away. Even though they hadn't been very close. Something had always seperated them. He and Robin... Well...
Argggh. Why won't she come back outside?
He remembered the first day she arrived. When he was leaving Harry's, he had passed her. There for a moment there was a spark of recognition. Even though they had never met before. He knew her, or something. There was definitely something. But what? She had noticed him too, he had felt her eyes on his back as he left.
If only she wasn't so young...
After a few more moments contemplation he too retreated back into his own dark and empty apartment.
With a sigh he took out his phone and called Michael.
-*/+
a/n: i forgot to write this before. i think it's the episode right before the STNJ gets attacked or the one where Tokou gets shot or something. Whatever. This is around where Robin goes home, takes a bath, and then stands out on the balcony and they pan out and you see that Amon was watching her the whole time.
[coughs] yeah i always liked that. uh..
Nope.
A/n: alright kiddies, here in fact is the one that started this whole mess. (See how it says : "Attempt 1" ) i do believe this fic is sorta nearing the end. but i have a good chunk of chapters left to write however. i hope you like this one.
i do believe this installment is my favorite. but i dunno, usually the stuff i love everyone else hates.
i hope you enjoy it. thanks for the reviews. and im very angry that whr wont be on adult swim for awhile. what a bunch of crap. Although Wolf's Rain is very good. i suggest you watch it if you can.
Enough babble.
-Attempt - #1-
Chapter 13-
He watched her across the open air.
Her sun kissed locks blowing gently against her pale skin. Absentmindedly she brushed some strands away but they blew back. She sighed and bit into her makeshift dinner once more. Robin munched for a few more moments as she stared out into the twilight, lost in her own thoughts.
Witches. Hunters. Amon. Zaizen. Juliano. Amon.
The large shirt she wore billowed around her small frame, and he cursed the structure of her apartment building. For at that moment he would have done anything to get even a glimpse of her bare legs.
But this small glimpse of her would have to do. Just seeing her hair down; wet and flowing, wandering around the apartment in only that t-shirt...
She smiled at something - whatever it was he didn't know. But still that smile stopped Amon's heart for a second and he wondered if he would regret...
Would he regret hunting her? Killing her, when this was all over?
Gods, she looks beautiful...
Was she insane? Was she a witch? Had the power consumed her heart and soul?
The hunter didn't know, but dammit, he would find out. And soon. He was merely biding his time. If he could he would save her, do whatever was necessary. But for now Robin is the enemy. A cute enemy, But an enemy nonetheless.
Why doesn't she wear her hair down more often?
Robin smiled slightly as she thought of Amon. Sometimes she just wanted to giggle at him when he was so serious. She pictured him standing next to her now, or perhaps watching her from a distance. His dark hair billowing around him as he stared, transfixed by her... Yes, that would be good.
Hmmm... And his coat would be wiping around his legs.
She stopped the drool from flowing by taking another bite, but the image of her partner remained. Robin shivered, suddenly cold as another image of Amon flashed before her eyes. Suddenly he was directly in front of her, gun aimed and ready.
"Witch's must be hunted."
She nearly choked. The light wind that had been playfully stroking her cheek only moments before now seemed harsh and cold. Robin shivered once again and decided to head back inside. She turned without another thought and disappeared inside the dark apartment.
Dammit! What made her go back in?
He cursed himself, why didn't he pay more attention? Surely he would have noticed something different about her, if she had changed somehow. He had only started to even acknowledge their partnership recently. Then the kiss, and now this, the stupid instructions from Zaizen. As if he would follow those orders. He would make his own conclusions.
He had always noticed her though. Had always known when she was near. Had always felt her presense. Amon saw no warning signs. His partner seemed the same, perhaps, maybe a little sadder, if that was possible.
She barely ever smiles...
But he noticed nothing that should condemn her.
Maybe she's lonely?
He could understand that...
Kate. Kate had been very different from Robin, and even then he had known right away. Even though they hadn't been very close. Something had always seperated them. He and Robin... Well...
Argggh. Why won't she come back outside?
He remembered the first day she arrived. When he was leaving Harry's, he had passed her. There for a moment there was a spark of recognition. Even though they had never met before. He knew her, or something. There was definitely something. But what? She had noticed him too, he had felt her eyes on his back as he left.
If only she wasn't so young...
After a few more moments contemplation he too retreated back into his own dark and empty apartment.
With a sigh he took out his phone and called Michael.
-*/+
a/n: i forgot to write this before. i think it's the episode right before the STNJ gets attacked or the one where Tokou gets shot or something. Whatever. This is around where Robin goes home, takes a bath, and then stands out on the balcony and they pan out and you see that Amon was watching her the whole time.
[coughs] yeah i always liked that. uh..