You Can't Change Fate
Chapter - Second Thoughts
Rating - PG13
Disclaimer - I do not own Witch Hunter Robin
Summary - Time has passed and Robin has grown older. But so has everyone else. Emotions are at stake when Amon tries to let someone her in his life romantically just when Michael confesses his feelings for her. Tied by two men and her job, what can Robin do to keep herself on friendly terms with both of them? (Amon/Robin Michael/Robin)
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Robin rested her head on her pillow and looked at her clock to see it was already 4:30. She would have to be at work in an hour but was hoping that maybe if she closed her eyes, this would all be a dream and that it would really only be midnight. So much for dreaming. Her cell phone went off with that same musical tone that Michael had added for her just the other day. "Hey Robin," came his familiar voice. "Do you think you can come to the office in about 10 minutes?" Robin mumbled a yes and rubbed her eyes, trying to remove the sleep from within them. "That's great. See you then!"
After getting dressed, she slipped out the door and went to the STNJ. She was expecting everyone else to be there, like some sort of meeting. But instead, she found Michael on his computer, listening to the same loud music. He looked up and quickly flushed. He was thankful he was sitting in the shadows for it hid his embarrassment. "Where is everyone else?" Robin walked up to him, looking around. "I thought this was some sort of meeting."
Michael stood up and walked to the window, not wanting to look at her. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you. You know, a little one on one." He could hear her footsteps walking near him but he still refused to look back. "There's been something I've wanted to tell you for a while now."
"Is it about a witch?" He couldn't tell if she was toying with him or just plain ignorant. But her question seemed sincere. She was standing right behind him. It never occurred to Robin about him having feelings her for. I mean, he worked with her! Then again, Robin kept getting those same emotions with Amon…. "If it is, we better -"
Michael had turned around and placed his index finger on her soft warm lips. "Robin, I…" He turned his head and looked at the ground. Why couldn't he look at her? He knew why. Those beautiful eyes reflected his undeserving face. He wasn't worthy of her. "I've had…"
Amon came in carrying a small cup of coffee. He hadn't seen Michael touching Robin but only saw the two staring back at him. Michael, disappointed at missing his chance nodded at Amon. Robin, on the other hand, lit up instantly and walked up to him. "Amon! What are you doing up this early?"
"I couldn't sleep," Amon admitted. "There's another witch that's been reported killing. Michael, I'll need you to look into this one for me at a moment's notice." He walked off to where he usually went to brood in his own mystery. He had been looking at Robin in a way that made him blush. He hadn't mean to but he had done it several times before. No, he wouldn't degrade himself to think of his partner like that! But, she wasn't undesirable. Robin had now fully blossomed into her woman figure. Time had been gracious to her. Her body was pale and slender, having all the right curves. She was plenty full in the breast and butt size and her beautiful face couldn't be compared.
But that wasn't all Amon saw in her. Her physical beauty was a perk to what he truly found overwhelming in her. She had a heart and mind like no other. He admired her gentle yet cold-hearted nature and the way the two combined. Her craft was amazing and was without a doubt unbeatable. But there was something else. Being around Robin made him feel a need to be there. A need to protect people…to protect her. "Damn emotions," he cursed and sat in his chair, his head resting in hands as they ran themselves through his slick black hair.
Morning came and the rest of them had finally arrived. Michael had taken Amon's advice and looked up the recent deaths the police had collected. "Internal damage," Sakaki read aloud over his shoulder. "Three of them and none of them witches. Seems serious."
"Not only that," Michael added, "Their autopsies show they were burned from inside but when they were cut upon, a pool of water came out, and I'm not talking about body fluids." He began to type some more, deepening his search.
Karasuma looked at the two with concern. "So someone scorched their internal organs and filled them with water? That doesn't make sense." She walked over and read the report with the two. Everyone went on with their business. Michael was to keep a constant look out for new identification on the bodies and the unknown witch.
Robin and Dojima were paired off to search for information at the hospital where the bodies were taken. "So, Robin, I've heard something very peculiar about Michael the other day," Dojima smirked. "Seems that Sakaki found out that he has a secret lover or something but he won't tell us who. The boss is suspicious that he's been leaving his post but he swears he hasn't. That can only mean he's found love in the STNJ!" Robin looked at her and giggled. It was then she thought about what had happened earlier. Was that what he called her for? She didn't have time to ponder on it.
It was later that evening Amon had went to Master Harry's coffee shop. He sat down in the front and ordered his usual black coffee. "My, we're awful quiet," Harry teased. "You always know that there's something wrong when someone who usually doesn't talk seems rather quiet." He sat down facing Amon. "Something the matter?"
"Nothing I can't handle," Amon replied. He trusted Harry with his life but never with his love life. He was thinking of Robin again. But Harry could see right though him like an open book. He decided to toy with Amon a bit before making him talk more.
"I declare, I've heard that Miss Robin is becoming a fine figure of a woman, is she not?" Harry made himself his own tea and was now stirring is slyly. "Tell me, does the STNJ forbid dating?" Amon glared up at him. Damn that old man…he knew. Robin came in, searching around and took a seat next to Amon. "Hello, Robin," Harry smiled. He went and got her a sweet cup of coffee. "And how are you?"
Robin, unaware of his previous conversation, told him she was doing fine. "Amon, about the witch we're looking for." But Amon didn't give her the chance. He stood up and just looked at her with emotionless eyes.
"Let's go back, Robin. You can tell me on the way," he told her and walked out the door, Robin following closely behind. Harry took up their cups and snickered to himself. Robin was way too much for Amon to handle. The night sky covered over the world. It was a peaceful night and the two of them walking alone made it all more perfect. "So what about the witch?" He wasn't really interested in what she had to say about some witch. By the time they were hidden amongst the shadows of the trees, he turned and looked at her. Their bodies were close together, and he could hear her steady breath.
"Is there…something wrong, Amon?" Robin felt it was hard to breathe. He had never stood so close to her and it made her uncomfortable. She looked into his eyes, but now saw something magical within them. Their heads slowly drew closer and before she knew it, Amon's arms were around her waist, pulling her closer. "Amon," she gasped and was brought into his kiss. Her fingers strummed from his chest and then to his face, steadying their kiss. It was a soft and tender one but Robin couldn't judge… she had never been kissed before.
By the time Amon broke their kiss, he was too dazed to think straight. Neither of them said anything but held each other closely. "Robin," he whispered, resting his head over her own. He didn't say anymore. Neither of them did. Time ticked off by itself and it seemed that the two were never going to talk. Robin grew tired and rested her head on his chest. Amon quickly came to his senses and pushed her off, giving her the same cold shoulder like he had when they first met. "Let's go." He walked off, not knowing if she was following or not.
He took her home that night, but neither said a word. Robin had finally gotten her own place in a rather nice apartment. As the car came to a holt, Robin took a deep breath and looked at Amon. "Amon… that…kiss. Did it mean anything to you?" Her hands fiddled with one another.
Amon sighed and places his hand on the stick shift. Robin took that as a hint that he wasn't gonna answer. But when she was out of the car, he looked at her. "It's not whether it meant something to me, Robin. It's the question, did you feel anything when it happened?" He drove off, not letting her answer.
The apartment was dark…and quiet. Robin settled down on her bed and sighed. Her fingers brushed her lips. His moisture was still there… so was his addictive cologne that smelled of ocean mist and spices. "Of course it meant something, Amon. I've waited for that moment for years… I just…never thought I'd have second thoughts…"
Chapter - Second Thoughts
Rating - PG13
Disclaimer - I do not own Witch Hunter Robin
Summary - Time has passed and Robin has grown older. But so has everyone else. Emotions are at stake when Amon tries to let someone her in his life romantically just when Michael confesses his feelings for her. Tied by two men and her job, what can Robin do to keep herself on friendly terms with both of them? (Amon/Robin Michael/Robin)
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Robin rested her head on her pillow and looked at her clock to see it was already 4:30. She would have to be at work in an hour but was hoping that maybe if she closed her eyes, this would all be a dream and that it would really only be midnight. So much for dreaming. Her cell phone went off with that same musical tone that Michael had added for her just the other day. "Hey Robin," came his familiar voice. "Do you think you can come to the office in about 10 minutes?" Robin mumbled a yes and rubbed her eyes, trying to remove the sleep from within them. "That's great. See you then!"
After getting dressed, she slipped out the door and went to the STNJ. She was expecting everyone else to be there, like some sort of meeting. But instead, she found Michael on his computer, listening to the same loud music. He looked up and quickly flushed. He was thankful he was sitting in the shadows for it hid his embarrassment. "Where is everyone else?" Robin walked up to him, looking around. "I thought this was some sort of meeting."
Michael stood up and walked to the window, not wanting to look at her. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you. You know, a little one on one." He could hear her footsteps walking near him but he still refused to look back. "There's been something I've wanted to tell you for a while now."
"Is it about a witch?" He couldn't tell if she was toying with him or just plain ignorant. But her question seemed sincere. She was standing right behind him. It never occurred to Robin about him having feelings her for. I mean, he worked with her! Then again, Robin kept getting those same emotions with Amon…. "If it is, we better -"
Michael had turned around and placed his index finger on her soft warm lips. "Robin, I…" He turned his head and looked at the ground. Why couldn't he look at her? He knew why. Those beautiful eyes reflected his undeserving face. He wasn't worthy of her. "I've had…"
Amon came in carrying a small cup of coffee. He hadn't seen Michael touching Robin but only saw the two staring back at him. Michael, disappointed at missing his chance nodded at Amon. Robin, on the other hand, lit up instantly and walked up to him. "Amon! What are you doing up this early?"
"I couldn't sleep," Amon admitted. "There's another witch that's been reported killing. Michael, I'll need you to look into this one for me at a moment's notice." He walked off to where he usually went to brood in his own mystery. He had been looking at Robin in a way that made him blush. He hadn't mean to but he had done it several times before. No, he wouldn't degrade himself to think of his partner like that! But, she wasn't undesirable. Robin had now fully blossomed into her woman figure. Time had been gracious to her. Her body was pale and slender, having all the right curves. She was plenty full in the breast and butt size and her beautiful face couldn't be compared.
But that wasn't all Amon saw in her. Her physical beauty was a perk to what he truly found overwhelming in her. She had a heart and mind like no other. He admired her gentle yet cold-hearted nature and the way the two combined. Her craft was amazing and was without a doubt unbeatable. But there was something else. Being around Robin made him feel a need to be there. A need to protect people…to protect her. "Damn emotions," he cursed and sat in his chair, his head resting in hands as they ran themselves through his slick black hair.
Morning came and the rest of them had finally arrived. Michael had taken Amon's advice and looked up the recent deaths the police had collected. "Internal damage," Sakaki read aloud over his shoulder. "Three of them and none of them witches. Seems serious."
"Not only that," Michael added, "Their autopsies show they were burned from inside but when they were cut upon, a pool of water came out, and I'm not talking about body fluids." He began to type some more, deepening his search.
Karasuma looked at the two with concern. "So someone scorched their internal organs and filled them with water? That doesn't make sense." She walked over and read the report with the two. Everyone went on with their business. Michael was to keep a constant look out for new identification on the bodies and the unknown witch.
Robin and Dojima were paired off to search for information at the hospital where the bodies were taken. "So, Robin, I've heard something very peculiar about Michael the other day," Dojima smirked. "Seems that Sakaki found out that he has a secret lover or something but he won't tell us who. The boss is suspicious that he's been leaving his post but he swears he hasn't. That can only mean he's found love in the STNJ!" Robin looked at her and giggled. It was then she thought about what had happened earlier. Was that what he called her for? She didn't have time to ponder on it.
It was later that evening Amon had went to Master Harry's coffee shop. He sat down in the front and ordered his usual black coffee. "My, we're awful quiet," Harry teased. "You always know that there's something wrong when someone who usually doesn't talk seems rather quiet." He sat down facing Amon. "Something the matter?"
"Nothing I can't handle," Amon replied. He trusted Harry with his life but never with his love life. He was thinking of Robin again. But Harry could see right though him like an open book. He decided to toy with Amon a bit before making him talk more.
"I declare, I've heard that Miss Robin is becoming a fine figure of a woman, is she not?" Harry made himself his own tea and was now stirring is slyly. "Tell me, does the STNJ forbid dating?" Amon glared up at him. Damn that old man…he knew. Robin came in, searching around and took a seat next to Amon. "Hello, Robin," Harry smiled. He went and got her a sweet cup of coffee. "And how are you?"
Robin, unaware of his previous conversation, told him she was doing fine. "Amon, about the witch we're looking for." But Amon didn't give her the chance. He stood up and just looked at her with emotionless eyes.
"Let's go back, Robin. You can tell me on the way," he told her and walked out the door, Robin following closely behind. Harry took up their cups and snickered to himself. Robin was way too much for Amon to handle. The night sky covered over the world. It was a peaceful night and the two of them walking alone made it all more perfect. "So what about the witch?" He wasn't really interested in what she had to say about some witch. By the time they were hidden amongst the shadows of the trees, he turned and looked at her. Their bodies were close together, and he could hear her steady breath.
"Is there…something wrong, Amon?" Robin felt it was hard to breathe. He had never stood so close to her and it made her uncomfortable. She looked into his eyes, but now saw something magical within them. Their heads slowly drew closer and before she knew it, Amon's arms were around her waist, pulling her closer. "Amon," she gasped and was brought into his kiss. Her fingers strummed from his chest and then to his face, steadying their kiss. It was a soft and tender one but Robin couldn't judge… she had never been kissed before.
By the time Amon broke their kiss, he was too dazed to think straight. Neither of them said anything but held each other closely. "Robin," he whispered, resting his head over her own. He didn't say anymore. Neither of them did. Time ticked off by itself and it seemed that the two were never going to talk. Robin grew tired and rested her head on his chest. Amon quickly came to his senses and pushed her off, giving her the same cold shoulder like he had when they first met. "Let's go." He walked off, not knowing if she was following or not.
He took her home that night, but neither said a word. Robin had finally gotten her own place in a rather nice apartment. As the car came to a holt, Robin took a deep breath and looked at Amon. "Amon… that…kiss. Did it mean anything to you?" Her hands fiddled with one another.
Amon sighed and places his hand on the stick shift. Robin took that as a hint that he wasn't gonna answer. But when she was out of the car, he looked at her. "It's not whether it meant something to me, Robin. It's the question, did you feel anything when it happened?" He drove off, not letting her answer.
The apartment was dark…and quiet. Robin settled down on her bed and sighed. Her fingers brushed her lips. His moisture was still there… so was his addictive cologne that smelled of ocean mist and spices. "Of course it meant something, Amon. I've waited for that moment for years… I just…never thought I'd have second thoughts…"