The Paths We Take

Author's Note: Thanks for the good reviews! It was suggested that I have a poll to see what Robin's baby should be. I would love to do this but according to the fanfiction.com rules, I am not allowed to. But thanks to the person who suggested it.
Chapter Three: Struggle

Robin was happy to see that Amon was going to try his best to save them both. She knew that under that icy surface was a heart. Robin just sat there on the bed thinking things over yet again until she did what any ex-nun in training would do. She prayed. She prayed like she had never prayed before. Not only did she pray to God but she also prayed to the Shinto spirits, Buda, that Hindu god, and a whole bunch of other gods and spirits that she could think of. Hey, you can never be too careful.
Meanwhile, Amon drove quickly over too Nagira's place hoping that that brother of his would have a good idea. He knew deep down that Robin was strong but she was going up against a lot of power and he needed a good plan. On the way, Amon could barely focus. He almost ran over some old lady who gave him the finger, and almost ran over a pack of kids who were crossing the street. Once there, he wasted no time. He got out, slammed the door shut, ran up the stairs three at a time and burst into the waiting room at Nagira's office. "Where is he?" he asked to that annoying secretary lady. "He's in with a client so don't you dare go in there," she snapped at him. But it was too late for he had already stalked over to the door and busted it open only to find Nagira and Dojima in the middle of a passionate kiss. "Client my ass," Amon said loud enough so that the couple instantly broke apart and turned to look at who dared to interrupt them. "Hey brother what's up?" Nagira asked like nothing had happened. Dojima just smiled and walked out of the room. "Just as we were having fun too," Amon heard her mutter on her way out. "Is something wrong? You usually don't come here like this and break down my door just to chat." "Robin's in trouble," Amon said in his usual death tone. "She...her powers...are going out of control. It's really bad. This morning, she set me on fire and I'm afraid that it's only going to get worse. I know it's my job to kill her if this happens but you know I can't now that we have a family. She said she can hold out until the baby's born but that's a month away and I think it's too much for her to handle. But I not going to kill her after the baby is born, I want to save them both and I will do anything to see that that happens, but I don't know what to do." "I see," said Nagira. "I can't believe this is happening now of all times. You two were just starting to have fun too. As for a plan, I'm not quite sure myself, but I'll ask my contacts if there is any new medical procedure of spell or something that can help you two." Amon stood frozen to the spot. He couldn't believe that his brother who always knew something didn't know anything. But there was hope. "Sorry, I'll try my best to find out anything I can," said Nagira as Amon stalked out of his office. To Amon's surprise, Dojima wasn't listening at the door as usual. Instead, she was having an argument with that secretary lady as the other secretary guy just watched. "I have every right to come here to see my husband. The only reason why I sneaked in hear to see him was because every time I do come, you always give me a dirty look and say that I distract him too much!" said Dojima in a dignified voice. "I always say that because you do distract him. He forgets about all of his clients and goes off somewhere with you and leaves me to deal with the mess. This is a place of business, not a love shack!" said the secretary in her defense. Amon tried to walk out as quickly as possible to try to avoid getting caught in the middle but it was too late. "Hey Amon," Dojima called out. "Who do you think is right?" "No comment," he muttered as he practically sprinted to the door. "Man I'd hate to be that secretary guy."
Meanwhile, back at the house, Robin was still praying at the alter that she had set up in her living room. On it, there were a few candles and a small statue of Jesus on the cross. "Oh Lord, hear my prayer," she almost whispered. Suddenly, her mind played the tug of war game in her head again. "What has God ever done for me? He made me what I am today and what good has it brought me? Nothing. No! How could I think that? God is good. No he isn't. He just sits up there and watches as all of us suffer and die." And with that she gave the statue a death stare and burned it to a crisp. "What have I done?!" she gasped. She just starred some more at the ashes realizing this fight was going to be harder than she thought.

Chapter Four: We hear and answer from Nagira.