i dont own whr.
a/n: sorry, about the whole basic summaryness of last chapter. my brain hurts, im running out of
ideas. oh it ends differently. i just need the middle. tis always the way of things with me.
i tried to find the name of nagura's secretary, and this one site said her name was 'mika
hanamura', but that didnt quite sound right, so im using it for now. unless i find out it's
something else. i dunno. whatever. oh and i looked on the adult swim site and they spell 'nagura'
like that but other places spell it with an 'i' instead of an 'a' so i dunno. why am i babbling
about this? i have no clue, lack of sleep? withdrawal? who knows?
[yawns]
Attempt 18-
Chapter 16-
When she showed up on his doorstep, soaked and trembling, he had been wondering what the hell is brother was thinking. He knew everything about this girl, at least everything Amon knew. But he was still very unprepared for the sight that he encountered upon opening his door that night.
This was the Robin his brother had told him about?
She looked so young, so vulnerable.
She looked completely harmless, well except for the hair and high collar, but he'd try and see to that..
Mika would definitely love this one.
"Are you..." she looked down at the tiny slip of paper hidden in her palm. "N-Na..gur..a?" She struggled over the Japanese name and then shoved the paper back into her pocket.
He looked down at her with a raised eyebrow. "You're not from around here, are you?"
The girl's green eyes held such an intensity that he had to force himself not to look away. This one did not mask over any of her emotions, unlike someone else he knew. Perhaps he mused, that was what had drawn his younger brother to her. He noticed the small red spark that lit up her eyes for a moment; apparently the young one was not pleased with his humor.
"No, I'm not from around here. I have answered your question, now will you please answer mine?" Her tone was actually rather clipped and harsh, unlike Robin, who was usally very kind to everyone. She sounded a lot like her partner, and that was what she had been trying for. If this man thought she was weak he might try to take advantage of her. That was not something she could afford to have happen, nor would she let it.
She had had a very rough couple of days, between the emotional games with Amon and Tokou, and the multiple attacks on her and her friends, and not knowing whether or not they were alive or dead. She wanted to cry, scream, light stuff on fire, repeat those things a few times and then fall down and have a temper tantrum. But she did none of these things, nor would she ever. At least, not until she was alone.
He coughed into his fist and regarded her with hooded eyes. "Yes, I am the one called Nagura. And you I assume are the one they call Robin."
She nodded quickly; her bangs fell over her face shielding it temporarily from Nagura's view.
'God that's annoying,' he thought. 'Why does she cover up such a pretty face? And what is up with that strange hairdo anyway?'
"Come in and I'll show you to your room," he said instead, gesturing into the office with an overly dramatic swooping bow.
Robin walked past him into the dim corridor. It was well after hours and his law office was closed for the day. After Nagura secured the door she followed him up the steps into a strange loft-type apartment.
"Everything you need should be here. This will be your room for the time being." He walked around, gesturing at things, and distracting her with idle conversation.
'He seems familiar, but I'm almost positive we've never met before.'
She analyzed him as he continued to babble. He was about Amon's height; the body type was sort of similar, yet different. He probably didn't get as much exercise as her partner, but he could probably do a bit of damage to a person if provoked. His hair was cut in a strange fashion, he had pretty nice clothes; normal attire for a lawyer.
"Have you heard from Amon?" She found herself asking, interrupting whatever it was that he'd been saying. The craft-user wasn't exactly sure why she had asked that, she pretty much knew the answer. Even if Amon was alive, he was probably in no condition to be making phone calls.
But...what if he wasn't alive....?
No! He had to be, he just had to. He had never let her down before. Why would he do so now?
But, if he was alive...what kind of torture was enduring simply because he helped her escape?
She shuddered as Nagura watched her strange behavior.
"No. I have not heard from Amon..." He watched her for a few more moments, his eyes taking in everything but revealing nothing. "Well, I'll leave you to get settled in. If there's anything you need just let me or my assistant know. Alright?" He stood in the doorway looking back at her over his shoulder. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from somewhere within his blazer and stuffed one between his lips.
"Thank you. Everything seems fine, I shouldn't be needing anything." Robin looked so small and fragile in the center of the rather large room. But he made no move to comfort her.
He regarded her as he lit his cigarette, while exhaling he told her, "Come see me in the morning, I'll probably have some work for you."
Robin raised an eyebrow at him, but he had already turned and within a moment was gone. The door clicked shut behind him. The young hunter found herself walking across the large space, her entire body ached, and she was pretty sure she carried with her an unpleasant odor. After all, she had made her entire journey here through the sewers, on foot. All she wanted was to bathe and sleep, but she wouldn't be taking any of her clothes off until the door was securely locked behind that Nagura person.
Amon may trust him, but she certainly did not, at least not yet, anyway. He just seemed a little too shifty and strange for her liking. But she had to trust that her partner knew what he was doing by sending her to this man.
But it was hard, very very hard. Especially after all that had happened to her today.
So much betrayal. So much pain and suffering.
Over what?
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some random wierdness from me:
His big brown eyes SHINED AS HE stared at her mischeiviously as he grinn`ed like an idIOT over his antics.
he giggled SOFTLY to himself, BELIEVING that he was very funny.
let` me TELL YOu HE WAS NOT!
IT WAS ACTUALLY VERY ANNOYING!
1
OH HOW SHE WISHED THAT SHE 1COULD 4 BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM AND MAKE HIM STOP.
now he poked her, ANd LaugHEd at Her. what AN asS!
` `
` close to hysterics now he continued to` p`o`ke hER
GRINNING LIKE A N IDIOT,
SHE SPUN HIM AORUND IN HIS CHAIR and tried to break his finger.
finally he gave up, for the moment anyway.
he made p`un`ching ges`t`ure`s a t HER AS S HE cont`inUED TO TYPWE`
SHE TRIed desperately to conti nue tYP ING`
BUT TO` NO` a` vail
he was serioouslyt messing up the story.
but h e d idNT seem to CARE, AND BEFORe SHe k`new IT
SHE TOO WAS LAUGHING Righ T ALOING WITH HIM.
THE GIRL BLOCKED HIS PUNCHES AS MUCH AS SHE COULD BUT HE CONTINEUD TO LAUGH AND PUNCH AT HER.
OCCASIONALLY USING A MARKER TO EITHER PRESS THE KEYS OR POKE HER .
HIS GIGGLe caused her to giggle, and i1`t was 1`a s`trange night indeed.
all this because a fan told her that hse needed to be poked by the gods of inspiration.
---Do you see what happens when you tell people to poke me! ARggghhh!
this was typed while being poked and attacked by the husband monster. i didnt spell or grammar check. i just thought it was funny. sorry to waste so much space. but ya know.
he kept pressing caps lock and tab and other random keys. hehe. and he asked me if i was writing about him, but i was actually trying to write a normal chapter for the whr fanfic, so i started to write about him. apparently he didnt like that.
im sorry this chappy is sorta short. ::brain farts:: and it's boring again. sorry.
a/n: sorry, about the whole basic summaryness of last chapter. my brain hurts, im running out of
ideas. oh it ends differently. i just need the middle. tis always the way of things with me.
i tried to find the name of nagura's secretary, and this one site said her name was 'mika
hanamura', but that didnt quite sound right, so im using it for now. unless i find out it's
something else. i dunno. whatever. oh and i looked on the adult swim site and they spell 'nagura'
like that but other places spell it with an 'i' instead of an 'a' so i dunno. why am i babbling
about this? i have no clue, lack of sleep? withdrawal? who knows?
[yawns]
Attempt 18-
Chapter 16-
When she showed up on his doorstep, soaked and trembling, he had been wondering what the hell is brother was thinking. He knew everything about this girl, at least everything Amon knew. But he was still very unprepared for the sight that he encountered upon opening his door that night.
This was the Robin his brother had told him about?
She looked so young, so vulnerable.
She looked completely harmless, well except for the hair and high collar, but he'd try and see to that..
Mika would definitely love this one.
"Are you..." she looked down at the tiny slip of paper hidden in her palm. "N-Na..gur..a?" She struggled over the Japanese name and then shoved the paper back into her pocket.
He looked down at her with a raised eyebrow. "You're not from around here, are you?"
The girl's green eyes held such an intensity that he had to force himself not to look away. This one did not mask over any of her emotions, unlike someone else he knew. Perhaps he mused, that was what had drawn his younger brother to her. He noticed the small red spark that lit up her eyes for a moment; apparently the young one was not pleased with his humor.
"No, I'm not from around here. I have answered your question, now will you please answer mine?" Her tone was actually rather clipped and harsh, unlike Robin, who was usally very kind to everyone. She sounded a lot like her partner, and that was what she had been trying for. If this man thought she was weak he might try to take advantage of her. That was not something she could afford to have happen, nor would she let it.
She had had a very rough couple of days, between the emotional games with Amon and Tokou, and the multiple attacks on her and her friends, and not knowing whether or not they were alive or dead. She wanted to cry, scream, light stuff on fire, repeat those things a few times and then fall down and have a temper tantrum. But she did none of these things, nor would she ever. At least, not until she was alone.
He coughed into his fist and regarded her with hooded eyes. "Yes, I am the one called Nagura. And you I assume are the one they call Robin."
She nodded quickly; her bangs fell over her face shielding it temporarily from Nagura's view.
'God that's annoying,' he thought. 'Why does she cover up such a pretty face? And what is up with that strange hairdo anyway?'
"Come in and I'll show you to your room," he said instead, gesturing into the office with an overly dramatic swooping bow.
Robin walked past him into the dim corridor. It was well after hours and his law office was closed for the day. After Nagura secured the door she followed him up the steps into a strange loft-type apartment.
"Everything you need should be here. This will be your room for the time being." He walked around, gesturing at things, and distracting her with idle conversation.
'He seems familiar, but I'm almost positive we've never met before.'
She analyzed him as he continued to babble. He was about Amon's height; the body type was sort of similar, yet different. He probably didn't get as much exercise as her partner, but he could probably do a bit of damage to a person if provoked. His hair was cut in a strange fashion, he had pretty nice clothes; normal attire for a lawyer.
"Have you heard from Amon?" She found herself asking, interrupting whatever it was that he'd been saying. The craft-user wasn't exactly sure why she had asked that, she pretty much knew the answer. Even if Amon was alive, he was probably in no condition to be making phone calls.
But...what if he wasn't alive....?
No! He had to be, he just had to. He had never let her down before. Why would he do so now?
But, if he was alive...what kind of torture was enduring simply because he helped her escape?
She shuddered as Nagura watched her strange behavior.
"No. I have not heard from Amon..." He watched her for a few more moments, his eyes taking in everything but revealing nothing. "Well, I'll leave you to get settled in. If there's anything you need just let me or my assistant know. Alright?" He stood in the doorway looking back at her over his shoulder. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from somewhere within his blazer and stuffed one between his lips.
"Thank you. Everything seems fine, I shouldn't be needing anything." Robin looked so small and fragile in the center of the rather large room. But he made no move to comfort her.
He regarded her as he lit his cigarette, while exhaling he told her, "Come see me in the morning, I'll probably have some work for you."
Robin raised an eyebrow at him, but he had already turned and within a moment was gone. The door clicked shut behind him. The young hunter found herself walking across the large space, her entire body ached, and she was pretty sure she carried with her an unpleasant odor. After all, she had made her entire journey here through the sewers, on foot. All she wanted was to bathe and sleep, but she wouldn't be taking any of her clothes off until the door was securely locked behind that Nagura person.
Amon may trust him, but she certainly did not, at least not yet, anyway. He just seemed a little too shifty and strange for her liking. But she had to trust that her partner knew what he was doing by sending her to this man.
But it was hard, very very hard. Especially after all that had happened to her today.
So much betrayal. So much pain and suffering.
Over what?
-------------------------------
some random wierdness from me:
His big brown eyes SHINED AS HE stared at her mischeiviously as he grinn`ed like an idIOT over his antics.
he giggled SOFTLY to himself, BELIEVING that he was very funny.
let` me TELL YOu HE WAS NOT!
IT WAS ACTUALLY VERY ANNOYING!
1
OH HOW SHE WISHED THAT SHE 1COULD 4 BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM AND MAKE HIM STOP.
now he poked her, ANd LaugHEd at Her. what AN asS!
` `
` close to hysterics now he continued to` p`o`ke hER
GRINNING LIKE A N IDIOT,
SHE SPUN HIM AORUND IN HIS CHAIR and tried to break his finger.
finally he gave up, for the moment anyway.
he made p`un`ching ges`t`ure`s a t HER AS S HE cont`inUED TO TYPWE`
SHE TRIed desperately to conti nue tYP ING`
BUT TO` NO` a` vail
he was serioouslyt messing up the story.
but h e d idNT seem to CARE, AND BEFORe SHe k`new IT
SHE TOO WAS LAUGHING Righ T ALOING WITH HIM.
THE GIRL BLOCKED HIS PUNCHES AS MUCH AS SHE COULD BUT HE CONTINEUD TO LAUGH AND PUNCH AT HER.
OCCASIONALLY USING A MARKER TO EITHER PRESS THE KEYS OR POKE HER .
HIS GIGGLe caused her to giggle, and i1`t was 1`a s`trange night indeed.
all this because a fan told her that hse needed to be poked by the gods of inspiration.
---Do you see what happens when you tell people to poke me! ARggghhh!
this was typed while being poked and attacked by the husband monster. i didnt spell or grammar check. i just thought it was funny. sorry to waste so much space. but ya know.
he kept pressing caps lock and tab and other random keys. hehe. and he asked me if i was writing about him, but i was actually trying to write a normal chapter for the whr fanfic, so i started to write about him. apparently he didnt like that.
im sorry this chappy is sorta short. ::brain farts:: and it's boring again. sorry.