i dont own whr.
a/n: hmm... 13 years is too many, but it's okay for amon to be 10 years older than robin? hmm... well, here's what i think: love has no age..but whatever. .. im happy i got three dvd's today:whr, s-cry-ed, and saiyuki. so woohoo.
attempt 22-
chapter 20-
Nagura worried about the girl upstairs. The girl that Amon had entrusted him with, his brother-well he worried about him too. So far there had been no word from him, and he knew that that was part of Robin's problem. She was worried about her partner, and Nagura was pretty sure she was in love with the stupid jerk too.
But ohwell, there was nothing he could do about that.
At first he couldn't quite understand what his brother had seen in this girl. Other than the fact that she was pretty cute, and young. But now he was beginning to see what he assumed was exactly what his brother saw in her.
There was a spark in there somewhere, hidden behind those horrible un-revealing clothes he hated. She hid nothing with those emerald eyes of hers, and she did what she believed to be right. Robin wouldn't have sold out her friends, not even if it meant saving herself. She was unlike the other hunter Amon had told him about. She was different, she was a rare find. He just hoped his brother realized that as well.
He hoped his brother wasn't as stupid as he pretended to be, at least about certain things.
Nagura had told her that he wouldn't risk his life for her. She would have to take care of things on her own. But now he realized that that had pretty much been a life. Because now, things were very different between the two of them.
She had saved his life, so now he owed her. But he realized that it was so much more than that.
There had to be a reason why she was thrust into his life seemingly out of nowhere. He just wasn't sure he understood what that reason could be. Maybe she would be the bridge that would reconnect him with his brother...
Nah, that can't be right.
He thought about it some more as he took a drag from his cigarette.
'Maybe, it's more like I'm the bridge that will bring her to Amon, or vice-versa...'
He shrugged to himself, and exhaled, blowing a plume of smoke up towards the ceiling. 'Maybe, I just don't know what the hell point is...Maybe it doesn't matter... It's all going to happen anyway, whether I figure it out first or not...'
Nagura sighed, and closed his eyes.
'Now if I could just get her to stop thinking about my brother, she might just stop moping around long enough to help me figure all this out.'
---
Robin leaned against the wall of her temporary bedroom, silent tears staining her cheeks as she watched the moon above her.
This it seemed was her new hobby.
That, and talking to herself. Well, she was speaking to her partner, but it wasnt like he could really hear her. She would watch the stars above her and tell him things. Things she had never been able to tell him before, things she would probably never get to say. In her heart she knew that most nights he too was looking up at the sky, watching the stars she watched...watching the same moon.
And that helped...at least a little.
But why, she wondered, why hadn't he contacted her yet?
It had been weeks since the attack on the STN-J, and still nothing.
Maybe he had never intended to call her. Maybe he would just leave her here with Nagura.
No, she wouldn't believe that. He would come for her, she just wasn't sure when.
Robin wondered if maybe Nagura had heard something. 'Maybe he's keeping things from me...But why?'
If he had heard from Amon she had every right to know about it!
'But-you kept things from him, and your partner, or did you forget?' Her conscience warned.
She slid down the wall; wrapping her arms around her knees she closed her eyes.
'Oh, Amon...'
The truth was she had been in love with that man even before she had really met him. Just the idea of him had filled her with hope. His cold demeanor hadnt fazed her any, obviously he was hiding something worth treasuring behind that mask.
Why else would he go to such trouble to hide it?
She just hoped she would be the one to find it.
---
Karasuma sighed loudly as she glanced down at her watch. 'Where the hell is Hattori?' She wondered irritably. 'I want to get this over with as quickly as possible.'
She refused to cry, and if she did she just hoped that it was after she was alone again. What good would it do her to let her emotions leak through? It wouldn't do either one of them any good. Miho knew she had to appear cold and heartless for this to work, she just hoped she could pull it off without Hattori realizing it.
But she was afraid. He knew her so well, how could she do this to him? He would see right through her plan, and then where would she be?
No. It was better for both of them this way.
Her gaze traveled over the strange basement of the STN-J. They had first kissed here; they had so many silly happy memories here, in this entire building... How strange would it be to see him everyday after this one? How would they act around each other? Would he hate her?
Would he still love her?
'I will not cry, not yet...' She wrapped her arms around herself and stared down at the floor.
She just couldn't afford to be involved with someone right now. She had been trying to make it work for the last few weeks; ever since the attack, but she barely had time for Hattori as it was. She had simply too much work to do now that Amon and Robin were missing. Sakaki was out of commission; there was no one to hunt but she and Dojima. Lately, things had begun to pile up. The workloads were too severe. Karasuma was barely holding it all together. If she had to worry about one more thing, she knew she'd go insane. Surely, this wouldn't come as a shock to him.
He would be expecting something like this...
Wouldn't he?
"Hey," he began, emerging from the shadows to her left. Miho turned with a gasp and stared at him. Unshed tears glittered in her eyes as she watched him walk towards her. "At first when I got your message, I thought this was a sexy midnight rendezvous but I can see that it is something much more serious..." He reached for her but she stepped back just out of his grasp. His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Miho, what is it?" Concern, and love rang out through his tone. He reached for her again. But again she stepped back.
"Hattori-" she began, but the tears threatened to escape. She took another step away, and he didn't reach for her again.
"You're breaking up with me, aren't you?" He asked, his voice had gone deeper, slightly colder. The emotions from before had simply vanished.
She avoided his gaze and watched the floor instead. "Yes," she muttered remorsefully.
"May I ask why?"
Her eyes shot up to meet his, "Do you even have to? I don't...I just don't think this is working out."
He grunted, and she raised an eyebrow at that. Hattori was getting angry- now that was something she had never seen before.
"That's all you can say? 'I don't think it's working out'? That's not good enough."
"Yes it is. We're no longer together. It's over, we're finished. Done..." She swallowed, "now if you'll excuse me..." She moved towards the door, trying desperately to escape as quickly as possible.
But he stopped her. She didn't even remember seeing him move, but he was there. He grabbed her arm and yanked her to a stop. His face was mere inches away from hers as he spoke:
"I will give you time if that's what you need. But I know this isn't what you want. We're not over, not yet. I don't care what you say. You care for me just as much as I care for you. You can't lie about that."
Miho stared up at him in shock, a single tear spilled forth and slid down her cheek. Hattori reached up and gently wiped the tear away with his thumb, before he abruptly released her.
She blinked, and he was gone.
What had just happened? Where had she gone wrong? Her plan had seemed flawless, no man had ever acted like this towards her before...
Her brain tried desperately to register everything that had just occurred. But it was unable.
Wait...what had just happened?
*--
a/n: i think miho seems older than 19-i dunno i thought she was older. ohwell.
i dont like this one, it's too jumpy and wierd-ohwell.
a/n: hmm... 13 years is too many, but it's okay for amon to be 10 years older than robin? hmm... well, here's what i think: love has no age..but whatever. .. im happy i got three dvd's today:whr, s-cry-ed, and saiyuki. so woohoo.
attempt 22-
chapter 20-
Nagura worried about the girl upstairs. The girl that Amon had entrusted him with, his brother-well he worried about him too. So far there had been no word from him, and he knew that that was part of Robin's problem. She was worried about her partner, and Nagura was pretty sure she was in love with the stupid jerk too.
But ohwell, there was nothing he could do about that.
At first he couldn't quite understand what his brother had seen in this girl. Other than the fact that she was pretty cute, and young. But now he was beginning to see what he assumed was exactly what his brother saw in her.
There was a spark in there somewhere, hidden behind those horrible un-revealing clothes he hated. She hid nothing with those emerald eyes of hers, and she did what she believed to be right. Robin wouldn't have sold out her friends, not even if it meant saving herself. She was unlike the other hunter Amon had told him about. She was different, she was a rare find. He just hoped his brother realized that as well.
He hoped his brother wasn't as stupid as he pretended to be, at least about certain things.
Nagura had told her that he wouldn't risk his life for her. She would have to take care of things on her own. But now he realized that that had pretty much been a life. Because now, things were very different between the two of them.
She had saved his life, so now he owed her. But he realized that it was so much more than that.
There had to be a reason why she was thrust into his life seemingly out of nowhere. He just wasn't sure he understood what that reason could be. Maybe she would be the bridge that would reconnect him with his brother...
Nah, that can't be right.
He thought about it some more as he took a drag from his cigarette.
'Maybe, it's more like I'm the bridge that will bring her to Amon, or vice-versa...'
He shrugged to himself, and exhaled, blowing a plume of smoke up towards the ceiling. 'Maybe, I just don't know what the hell point is...Maybe it doesn't matter... It's all going to happen anyway, whether I figure it out first or not...'
Nagura sighed, and closed his eyes.
'Now if I could just get her to stop thinking about my brother, she might just stop moping around long enough to help me figure all this out.'
---
Robin leaned against the wall of her temporary bedroom, silent tears staining her cheeks as she watched the moon above her.
This it seemed was her new hobby.
That, and talking to herself. Well, she was speaking to her partner, but it wasnt like he could really hear her. She would watch the stars above her and tell him things. Things she had never been able to tell him before, things she would probably never get to say. In her heart she knew that most nights he too was looking up at the sky, watching the stars she watched...watching the same moon.
And that helped...at least a little.
But why, she wondered, why hadn't he contacted her yet?
It had been weeks since the attack on the STN-J, and still nothing.
Maybe he had never intended to call her. Maybe he would just leave her here with Nagura.
No, she wouldn't believe that. He would come for her, she just wasn't sure when.
Robin wondered if maybe Nagura had heard something. 'Maybe he's keeping things from me...But why?'
If he had heard from Amon she had every right to know about it!
'But-you kept things from him, and your partner, or did you forget?' Her conscience warned.
She slid down the wall; wrapping her arms around her knees she closed her eyes.
'Oh, Amon...'
The truth was she had been in love with that man even before she had really met him. Just the idea of him had filled her with hope. His cold demeanor hadnt fazed her any, obviously he was hiding something worth treasuring behind that mask.
Why else would he go to such trouble to hide it?
She just hoped she would be the one to find it.
---
Karasuma sighed loudly as she glanced down at her watch. 'Where the hell is Hattori?' She wondered irritably. 'I want to get this over with as quickly as possible.'
She refused to cry, and if she did she just hoped that it was after she was alone again. What good would it do her to let her emotions leak through? It wouldn't do either one of them any good. Miho knew she had to appear cold and heartless for this to work, she just hoped she could pull it off without Hattori realizing it.
But she was afraid. He knew her so well, how could she do this to him? He would see right through her plan, and then where would she be?
No. It was better for both of them this way.
Her gaze traveled over the strange basement of the STN-J. They had first kissed here; they had so many silly happy memories here, in this entire building... How strange would it be to see him everyday after this one? How would they act around each other? Would he hate her?
Would he still love her?
'I will not cry, not yet...' She wrapped her arms around herself and stared down at the floor.
She just couldn't afford to be involved with someone right now. She had been trying to make it work for the last few weeks; ever since the attack, but she barely had time for Hattori as it was. She had simply too much work to do now that Amon and Robin were missing. Sakaki was out of commission; there was no one to hunt but she and Dojima. Lately, things had begun to pile up. The workloads were too severe. Karasuma was barely holding it all together. If she had to worry about one more thing, she knew she'd go insane. Surely, this wouldn't come as a shock to him.
He would be expecting something like this...
Wouldn't he?
"Hey," he began, emerging from the shadows to her left. Miho turned with a gasp and stared at him. Unshed tears glittered in her eyes as she watched him walk towards her. "At first when I got your message, I thought this was a sexy midnight rendezvous but I can see that it is something much more serious..." He reached for her but she stepped back just out of his grasp. His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Miho, what is it?" Concern, and love rang out through his tone. He reached for her again. But again she stepped back.
"Hattori-" she began, but the tears threatened to escape. She took another step away, and he didn't reach for her again.
"You're breaking up with me, aren't you?" He asked, his voice had gone deeper, slightly colder. The emotions from before had simply vanished.
She avoided his gaze and watched the floor instead. "Yes," she muttered remorsefully.
"May I ask why?"
Her eyes shot up to meet his, "Do you even have to? I don't...I just don't think this is working out."
He grunted, and she raised an eyebrow at that. Hattori was getting angry- now that was something she had never seen before.
"That's all you can say? 'I don't think it's working out'? That's not good enough."
"Yes it is. We're no longer together. It's over, we're finished. Done..." She swallowed, "now if you'll excuse me..." She moved towards the door, trying desperately to escape as quickly as possible.
But he stopped her. She didn't even remember seeing him move, but he was there. He grabbed her arm and yanked her to a stop. His face was mere inches away from hers as he spoke:
"I will give you time if that's what you need. But I know this isn't what you want. We're not over, not yet. I don't care what you say. You care for me just as much as I care for you. You can't lie about that."
Miho stared up at him in shock, a single tear spilled forth and slid down her cheek. Hattori reached up and gently wiped the tear away with his thumb, before he abruptly released her.
She blinked, and he was gone.
What had just happened? Where had she gone wrong? Her plan had seemed flawless, no man had ever acted like this towards her before...
Her brain tried desperately to register everything that had just occurred. But it was unable.
Wait...what had just happened?
*--
a/n: i think miho seems older than 19-i dunno i thought she was older. ohwell.
i dont like this one, it's too jumpy and wierd-ohwell.