i dont own whr.
a/n: sorry it's been taking me so long to update. ive been busy, and when it's lightning out i dont turn on the computer.. so yeah. but i did find my sketchbook so i am oh so happy!
i often wondered if amon was as haunted by robin as she was by him. (i.e "witches must be hunted", all those damned nightmares, etc.) ohwell. guess what? im haunting his ass!
oh and it gets a little gross at the end. heh. im a perv. what do you want from me?
attempt - 24
chapter- 22
Amon had never been a coward, but he couldn't confront his partner, or his brother for that matter. Not yet anyway. He wanted to gather information first, see what he could find out about her, and her past, and construct a plan; before he made his next move. For he feared that if he acted too quickly-too rashly, that all of it would come crashing down around him.
And he couldnt let that happen.
Little did he know...
Besides he was afraid that his feelings for the young witch were making him act differently. He needed to get back into his old routine before he'd be able to figure any of this out at all.
His fingers flew over the keys of the laptop as he hacked into the STN-J database. He hoped to gain some small amount of information about Robin, but he knew just about as much as they did- if not more. So that didn't help any. Apparently he would have to gather information elsewhere-
Amon typed in a few choice commands and tinkered around inside the electronic fortress Michael had created. 'Michael ought to enjoy this...'he thought as he unleashed a silly little virus into their system, solely for the young hackers benefit.
'That should keep him busy for a little while anyway...'
He growled before slamming the screen down. He tossed the laptop over to the riders side and reached for the ignition. The hunter glanced up, and froze. There she was-just like that night. Standing before him, glowing underneath the streetlight. Her hair was undone and it flowed in a golden wave down her shoulders...
In a mere instant the scene changed, and before he knew it they were back in the basement of the STN-J. She was standing in the center of the gaping hole she had created with her craft. The sunlight shone down on her giving her an almost heavenly glow.
"Amon-does all of this mean that you trusted in me as your friend?" She had asked him, but her pale lips never moved. The words echoed in his skull, and he fought to push them away. He could hear the approaching soldiers and he ached to say the words she needed to hear, but he could not.
Wait...Hadn't all of this happened already?
What the hell?
Amon shook himself, he blinked and the image was gone, along with his partner.
Huh?
A chill crept up his spine. That same strange feeling he had been having lately oozed into his bones.
Why were his thoughts drifting to her so? The images were becoming stronger, the messages stranger.
Was this a sign of his emerging craft? Or a sign that Robin's powers were finally consuming her?
Times were definately a-changing, but for better or worse?
He was gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were white. He was shaking uncontrollably as sweat dripped from his brow. His eyes were half crazed as he stared out into the night.
'Maybe I should have stayed in hiding a little while longer...' He thought absently as he fought to regain control of himself. No, even then her image had haunted him. Her voice had soothed and yet maddened him as he lay in that bed. Every day had felt like an eternity. His entire will had been focused on healing so that he could get back and find her. Get to the bottom of things. But she had dug a niche in his brain- in his heart, and he feared he might never get her out.
He felt the unrefined power surging through his veins at the mere thought of her.
Whatever this was, it couldnt last, could it? This couldnt be part of his powers. No way.
--/
Michael sat back and stretched. Raising his arms high as he rotated his head on his shoulders. 'Mmm...coffeeeeeee....' He thought happily as he stood.
He quickly poured himself a cup and headed back to his desk.
It was so lonely here again. So dark and dreary anymore without Robin's presence.
Sure, he knew she was alive, and he had spoken with her. But still, it wasnt the same. It just didnt feel right anymore without her there. He missed those nights when she would come and visit him. Just sit there and drink coffee with him, eat some donuts and talk about whatever they felt like.
But he feared that those days were long gone...
He sat down at his desk, not even bothering to look at the monitor as he sorted through some paperwork on his desk.
'I can never find anything in this place! How I hate hard copy!' He thought to himself. Taking a sip of his coffee he finally glanced up at the screen- and spit the mouthful of liquid all over the place!
He stared open mouthed at the images displayed before him.
Practically every strange sex act known to man(or woman) was shown on the screen.
Michael sputtered as coffee dripped down the monitor. His mouth opened and closed but no words escaped.
For there were no words to desribe it.
A woman with a cow, a man with a chicken. Girl on Girl. Guy on Guy. Guy on Girl. Tranvestites. School girls. Bondage. Old people. Fat people. Cartoon characters. Celebrities. Strange X-rays. Toilet seats. Fluids. Toys. Spikes. Lotions. Positions. Orgies. Kitchen Gadgets. Costumes. Etc.
If you can imagine it, it was probably popping up on Michael's screen, and he continued to stare.
Completely and utterly frozen. Shocked and confused.
'How in the hell did this get through?' He wondered as he watched the little chibi bunny dance around the screen. It held a small sign that said, "Hi Michael!" and it danced around to each picture as it appeared before him.
But apparently Michael's brain was still not functioning properly because he didnt seem to hear the approaching footsteps.
"Hey Michael I need your hel- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?" Karasuma shrieked
The young hacker jumped about two feet out of his chair and turned to face her.
"Ms. Karasuma...I-I can explain...I didnt-"
She snorted, "Michael. I really dont think you should be using the STN-J's computers for this type of thing! Besides this stuff is disgusting! Are you really into all this? Wait, dont answer that! Ew, OHMYGAWD! What is she doing with that---AHHH!"
Michael stood, he stepped towards Miho, who stepped away instinctively. "I swear. I didnt do this. It's got to be a virus, I just dont know how it got into our system. Just calm down and Ill get rid of it. Then I can help you with whatever you needed."
"Um...you know what? I'll just go. Then you can do whatever you want...ok?" She continued to back away slowly as he walked towards her. He tried desperately to get her to listen but it didnt really help any. She backed all the way to the elevator and then practically lept into it.
The young hacker stood there for a few moments staring at the closed elevator doors before he burst out laughing.
The look on her face had been priceless...
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a/n: ha! A porno virus.
i dunno anything about hacking. so i tried to fake it. ohwell. if you all hate this chapter im just gonna stop writing- i cant think anymore. but ill try..
[yawns]
Like that episode where amon promises Michael "a killer website" and then at the end Michael asks him about it and he says, "Ill show you when you're older.."
uh...that's a little strange.
eeeeep! i dunno whatever. whatever floats your boat, ya know? as long as it doesnt float anywhere near me we're cool. hehehe.
oh im sorry for grammar/spelling errors. i is laaazzeee ok?
a/n: sorry it's been taking me so long to update. ive been busy, and when it's lightning out i dont turn on the computer.. so yeah. but i did find my sketchbook so i am oh so happy!
i often wondered if amon was as haunted by robin as she was by him. (i.e "witches must be hunted", all those damned nightmares, etc.) ohwell. guess what? im haunting his ass!
oh and it gets a little gross at the end. heh. im a perv. what do you want from me?
attempt - 24
chapter- 22
Amon had never been a coward, but he couldn't confront his partner, or his brother for that matter. Not yet anyway. He wanted to gather information first, see what he could find out about her, and her past, and construct a plan; before he made his next move. For he feared that if he acted too quickly-too rashly, that all of it would come crashing down around him.
And he couldnt let that happen.
Little did he know...
Besides he was afraid that his feelings for the young witch were making him act differently. He needed to get back into his old routine before he'd be able to figure any of this out at all.
His fingers flew over the keys of the laptop as he hacked into the STN-J database. He hoped to gain some small amount of information about Robin, but he knew just about as much as they did- if not more. So that didn't help any. Apparently he would have to gather information elsewhere-
Amon typed in a few choice commands and tinkered around inside the electronic fortress Michael had created. 'Michael ought to enjoy this...'he thought as he unleashed a silly little virus into their system, solely for the young hackers benefit.
'That should keep him busy for a little while anyway...'
He growled before slamming the screen down. He tossed the laptop over to the riders side and reached for the ignition. The hunter glanced up, and froze. There she was-just like that night. Standing before him, glowing underneath the streetlight. Her hair was undone and it flowed in a golden wave down her shoulders...
In a mere instant the scene changed, and before he knew it they were back in the basement of the STN-J. She was standing in the center of the gaping hole she had created with her craft. The sunlight shone down on her giving her an almost heavenly glow.
"Amon-does all of this mean that you trusted in me as your friend?" She had asked him, but her pale lips never moved. The words echoed in his skull, and he fought to push them away. He could hear the approaching soldiers and he ached to say the words she needed to hear, but he could not.
Wait...Hadn't all of this happened already?
What the hell?
Amon shook himself, he blinked and the image was gone, along with his partner.
Huh?
A chill crept up his spine. That same strange feeling he had been having lately oozed into his bones.
Why were his thoughts drifting to her so? The images were becoming stronger, the messages stranger.
Was this a sign of his emerging craft? Or a sign that Robin's powers were finally consuming her?
Times were definately a-changing, but for better or worse?
He was gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were white. He was shaking uncontrollably as sweat dripped from his brow. His eyes were half crazed as he stared out into the night.
'Maybe I should have stayed in hiding a little while longer...' He thought absently as he fought to regain control of himself. No, even then her image had haunted him. Her voice had soothed and yet maddened him as he lay in that bed. Every day had felt like an eternity. His entire will had been focused on healing so that he could get back and find her. Get to the bottom of things. But she had dug a niche in his brain- in his heart, and he feared he might never get her out.
He felt the unrefined power surging through his veins at the mere thought of her.
Whatever this was, it couldnt last, could it? This couldnt be part of his powers. No way.
--/
Michael sat back and stretched. Raising his arms high as he rotated his head on his shoulders. 'Mmm...coffeeeeeee....' He thought happily as he stood.
He quickly poured himself a cup and headed back to his desk.
It was so lonely here again. So dark and dreary anymore without Robin's presence.
Sure, he knew she was alive, and he had spoken with her. But still, it wasnt the same. It just didnt feel right anymore without her there. He missed those nights when she would come and visit him. Just sit there and drink coffee with him, eat some donuts and talk about whatever they felt like.
But he feared that those days were long gone...
He sat down at his desk, not even bothering to look at the monitor as he sorted through some paperwork on his desk.
'I can never find anything in this place! How I hate hard copy!' He thought to himself. Taking a sip of his coffee he finally glanced up at the screen- and spit the mouthful of liquid all over the place!
He stared open mouthed at the images displayed before him.
Practically every strange sex act known to man(or woman) was shown on the screen.
Michael sputtered as coffee dripped down the monitor. His mouth opened and closed but no words escaped.
For there were no words to desribe it.
A woman with a cow, a man with a chicken. Girl on Girl. Guy on Guy. Guy on Girl. Tranvestites. School girls. Bondage. Old people. Fat people. Cartoon characters. Celebrities. Strange X-rays. Toilet seats. Fluids. Toys. Spikes. Lotions. Positions. Orgies. Kitchen Gadgets. Costumes. Etc.
If you can imagine it, it was probably popping up on Michael's screen, and he continued to stare.
Completely and utterly frozen. Shocked and confused.
'How in the hell did this get through?' He wondered as he watched the little chibi bunny dance around the screen. It held a small sign that said, "Hi Michael!" and it danced around to each picture as it appeared before him.
But apparently Michael's brain was still not functioning properly because he didnt seem to hear the approaching footsteps.
"Hey Michael I need your hel- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?" Karasuma shrieked
The young hacker jumped about two feet out of his chair and turned to face her.
"Ms. Karasuma...I-I can explain...I didnt-"
She snorted, "Michael. I really dont think you should be using the STN-J's computers for this type of thing! Besides this stuff is disgusting! Are you really into all this? Wait, dont answer that! Ew, OHMYGAWD! What is she doing with that---AHHH!"
Michael stood, he stepped towards Miho, who stepped away instinctively. "I swear. I didnt do this. It's got to be a virus, I just dont know how it got into our system. Just calm down and Ill get rid of it. Then I can help you with whatever you needed."
"Um...you know what? I'll just go. Then you can do whatever you want...ok?" She continued to back away slowly as he walked towards her. He tried desperately to get her to listen but it didnt really help any. She backed all the way to the elevator and then practically lept into it.
The young hacker stood there for a few moments staring at the closed elevator doors before he burst out laughing.
The look on her face had been priceless...
-------
a/n: ha! A porno virus.
i dunno anything about hacking. so i tried to fake it. ohwell. if you all hate this chapter im just gonna stop writing- i cant think anymore. but ill try..
[yawns]
Like that episode where amon promises Michael "a killer website" and then at the end Michael asks him about it and he says, "Ill show you when you're older.."
uh...that's a little strange.
eeeeep! i dunno whatever. whatever floats your boat, ya know? as long as it doesnt float anywhere near me we're cool. hehehe.
oh im sorry for grammar/spelling errors. i is laaazzeee ok?