You Can't Change Fate
Chapter - My Angel My Hatred
Rated - R
Disclaimer - I do not own any characters from Witch Hunter Robin.
Summary - This new witch is drawing closer, and reveals herself to Amon. But she lets him in on Michael's secret. But what happens when Amon denies his feelings for Robin in front of Michael while she's listening? Robin and Michael have an intimate moment but Amon walks in on it. The knew witch reveals her name is Rei and that her kills will keep coming but will Amon try to stop her?
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Dojima was sitting her room, watching the news as she began to dress. There was something about another murder and she found it vital to check into it. "A young man in his early 20's was found dead near the corner alleyway just off of Glen Street. The autopsies have not yet come in. We will get back to this report after a few announcements from our sponsored team." Dojima turned off the television and went out and locked her door. The streets were packed today with business. She decided to stop by Harry's place just before going into work. Michael needed to be cheered up a little. The last time she saw him he seemed so pissed that he began hacking into anything that popped up.
Michael had been searching in the police reports. The witch they had been searching struck again. He looked over at Karasuma and sighed. "Seems like this witch is a woman. They found a strand of hair on the body and it was identical to the ones on the others. But here's the thing," he turned to face her, "they can't match the hair to anyone in Japan! The DNA is connected to a woman all the way in America." He folded his arms behind his head and leaned back. "Now here's an interesting case."
Along the streets, Robin had been walking around. She was on her way to visit the hospital where the recent body was taken. They let her in, assuming her a friend of the recently deceased. She stood before the body and began to look at his records. "An American," she whispered. She quickly wrapped up and headed towards the STNJ. Michael spotted her immediately. "Uh, Robin!" He stood up and clumsily spilled his tea everywhere. "Dammit," he muttered as his face turned red. Karasuma snickered at Michael's idiotic control over himself. It was clear that every girl in the STNJ knew who Michael was falling for…everyone except Robin.
"Oh, Michael. Do you need help?" Robin knelt over and helped him pick up some papers. Their hands clasped over one another, both trying to pick up a tea soaked piece of paper. Michael stuttered something and went somewhere to pick up other papers. "That new kill, he died the same way the others did. He had traveled here from America not too long ago, my guess a month or two. He was in no relation to any witch, nor connected to the other bodies." She stood up and looked over at what Michael was explaining to Karasuma earlier. "We should keep a close I on this one."
The rest of the afternoon carried out as usual. Amon, who was sitting in his car stalking some new prey, began to think about last night's event. What had motivated him to do it? But he couldn't deny that it enjoyed it. She tasted of mint and some left over sweet tea from when he had made her rush out of Harry's. "These feelings must never get out. Must never show," he repeated to himself. Love was just a crutch for those too weak to stand on their own. He had always seen it like that. He had only considered one other person to love but that was done with. It was while he was distracted was when his prey sneaked out. He looked up and followed a cloaked figure closely.
He could tell his prey knew he was there… it would explain the speeding in pace that caused him to drive a little faster. It was then the cloaked figure stopped. Whom ever it was turned around and looked at Amon. "Come out. I know you're following me," it spoke. Amon slowly climbed out of his car, his gun well hidden between his hand and jacket. The cloaked figure took off its hood to reveal a woman. She had pale moon skin and her long brunette hair was pulled into a long ponytail but still hung to her hips. She smirked at him and took a step forward. Amon instantly pulled out his gun, taking aim. "tsk tsk tsk… you always aim at civilians?" She came closer but took no further step when she noticed his finger quiver on the trigger. "What do you want with me?
"Funny story," Amon began. "It begins with mysterious deaths popping up everywhere. Trick is, the murderer seems to pick the victims randomly. But after more research, something came up… your name. Each one of those victims knew you in some small way, whether it be family or just a hello at a coffee shop." He stood his ground. She would probably attack now, her secret had been revealed.
But something else happened. The witch placed her arms behind her head and leaned on one of her legs. "Genius… yes, that plan seems to fit perfectly, doesn't it? But there's something wrong with it." She stood up straight and smiled something evil. "Though you've done your homework well…you lack the answer. It's not me." Of course a witch would say that… it was natural!! But there was something about the way she said it that made him curious. She turned and walked away but stopped to say one more thing. "And Amon…" she looked over her shoulder. "If you want Robin for your own… I suggest you go and talk with Michael before he does the bidding for you."
Amon's face tightened in shock. She knew about Robin?!?! "How the hell…" But the mysterious girl had disappeared while he was pondering. When he had returned to the STNJ, the found Robin and Michael locked in a deep conversation, something about why boxers will always rule over briefs, but that's not the point. Robin looked up at him and smiled. "Hello, Robin. Go to the next room…I have to speak with Michael." Robin did as she was told but let the door a tad bit open to Listen in. Michael stood up and walked to Amon as Amon himself advanced. "Robin… we need to talk about her."
Michael took a step back. Whether it was because the words scared him or if he did it in guilt, Amon took note of it. "Is something wrong with her? Is she gonna be in trouble or something?" He couldn't keep his voice from quivering. Amon had that effect on people and it scared Michael…like he was being judged for a crime.
"What is your connection to her?" It was straight and to the point. That unknown girl knew nothing and he was going to prove it. He knew she had meant something for the worst, but that could be a trick to get out of trouble. But the way Michael hesitated to answer made him think twice about it.
"Me and Robin?" Michael searched for words. "We're just really good friends, that's all. You know, she and I have work together a long time now… it was bound to happen." He snorted a fake laugh, covering up his worry. He then went back to his desk and sat down. "Besides, never heard it was a crime to talk to someone. Unless…" He gave Amon a funny smirk. "There's a flame between you and her?"
For an instant, Amon's eyes widen in fear his secret had gotten out. "Don't be ridiculous. I haven't any feelings towards her at all. Besides, she a lot younger than me. I couldn't fathom dating a child." He waved off Michael and headed out the door. But the minute he turned around, he came face to face with Robin.
Her arms lay limp at her side, each hand taking hold of her dress. He face was looking straight at him. It was then he saw her eyes. They were on the verge of tears. Her expression could kill with a mixture of sadness, curiosity, and anger. "A child is all I am to you, Amon?" Robin could feel her own voice quiver for she was straining to keep her control. "Even after all these years?" She let out a forced smile. "But then again, I'm just a partner. I'm not worthy enough to be looked upon by you with love." Amon reached out a hand but Robin had turned off and ran outside. Amon just stood there. He hadn't any idea what had just happened!
"Idiot, go after her," Michael yelled! At this point, he was standing up. Once he realized that Amon was not taking any chance, he gave off a low growl. "You jerk," he mumbled and ran after Robin. He found her sitting near a well. It had been the very place that she fell in love with Amon. Robin had her head buried in her knees, each arm holding tightly to her legs as her muffled cries filled the room. Michael walked over to her. "Robin."
"I was being foolish to believe he'd ever think of me that way," she cried. "He's right. I'm still just a child!" Michael was standing over her but she took no notice. Amon's words rang so clearly in her head over and over again. The bitter accents on each sentence were like someone scratching at her heart.
She hadn't noticed then but she felt Michael's body heat against her. "Hey," he soothed. He placed a hand on her shoulder and used his index finger to bring her face up. "You're not a child, Robin. Believe me…I know." His head steadily grew closer. Robin couldn't move. She was entranced by him…his touch. "In the eyes of God, you are the pure angel of his heart. And I don't know if it counts for anything, but through my eyes, you're the angel that keeps me going." His forehead was touching hers. "Robin… you're my angel."
His lips pressed against her own and he pressed his body to do the same. Robin, cornered into the well, found a way to lay her body down as she eased herself and him on the floor. Her arms searched his body and pulled him closer by the neck. Michael traced her form had concentrated his hands around her waist. This kiss was different from Amon's. Michael's lips were a bit chapped but had more affection embedded with each embrace to her own moist lips. She had also noticed Michael studying during their embraced. His fingers studied her body's groves and curves with such intensity that it made Robin moan.
But their time did not go unnoticed. At the top of the stairs was a figure…Amon. His eyes broadened as he watched Robin and Michael kiss. His fist clenched together so tightly he was straining his vessels. How could Robin… He gave off a low growl and swept away into the dark, hidden from the rest of them. He was sitting on a bench in the park, thinking about what he saw. He had done nothing wrong. No, it was Robin's betrayal to him… he should have never let her in. "Dammit!" His fingers dug into his head in frustration.
"Easy there, Amon," came a woman's voice. He looked over but only saw a faint fire and then some smoke blowing. "I told you to hurry. But you didn't listen now, did you?" It was the witch from before. She walked to Amon and smirked. "Hi. Then name's Reikina. Call me Rei."
Amon glared at her. "You will end up hunted at my hands, you filthy witch." Rei gave him a surprised smile. "And if not now, soon." Amon had too much on his mind to strike her now. Robin…. How could she?
Rei looked at him with curiosity. "Your prey stands right here and you have yet to take the kill… this Robin must be something special." Amon struck his hand at her but she easily dodged. "I see. Well, judgment doesn't come on its own. You know who I am… your prey will wait." Rei disappeared into the night, leaving him to brood in his own misery. Except his misery took form… Michael.
Chapter - My Angel My Hatred
Rated - R
Disclaimer - I do not own any characters from Witch Hunter Robin.
Summary - This new witch is drawing closer, and reveals herself to Amon. But she lets him in on Michael's secret. But what happens when Amon denies his feelings for Robin in front of Michael while she's listening? Robin and Michael have an intimate moment but Amon walks in on it. The knew witch reveals her name is Rei and that her kills will keep coming but will Amon try to stop her?
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Dojima was sitting her room, watching the news as she began to dress. There was something about another murder and she found it vital to check into it. "A young man in his early 20's was found dead near the corner alleyway just off of Glen Street. The autopsies have not yet come in. We will get back to this report after a few announcements from our sponsored team." Dojima turned off the television and went out and locked her door. The streets were packed today with business. She decided to stop by Harry's place just before going into work. Michael needed to be cheered up a little. The last time she saw him he seemed so pissed that he began hacking into anything that popped up.
Michael had been searching in the police reports. The witch they had been searching struck again. He looked over at Karasuma and sighed. "Seems like this witch is a woman. They found a strand of hair on the body and it was identical to the ones on the others. But here's the thing," he turned to face her, "they can't match the hair to anyone in Japan! The DNA is connected to a woman all the way in America." He folded his arms behind his head and leaned back. "Now here's an interesting case."
Along the streets, Robin had been walking around. She was on her way to visit the hospital where the recent body was taken. They let her in, assuming her a friend of the recently deceased. She stood before the body and began to look at his records. "An American," she whispered. She quickly wrapped up and headed towards the STNJ. Michael spotted her immediately. "Uh, Robin!" He stood up and clumsily spilled his tea everywhere. "Dammit," he muttered as his face turned red. Karasuma snickered at Michael's idiotic control over himself. It was clear that every girl in the STNJ knew who Michael was falling for…everyone except Robin.
"Oh, Michael. Do you need help?" Robin knelt over and helped him pick up some papers. Their hands clasped over one another, both trying to pick up a tea soaked piece of paper. Michael stuttered something and went somewhere to pick up other papers. "That new kill, he died the same way the others did. He had traveled here from America not too long ago, my guess a month or two. He was in no relation to any witch, nor connected to the other bodies." She stood up and looked over at what Michael was explaining to Karasuma earlier. "We should keep a close I on this one."
The rest of the afternoon carried out as usual. Amon, who was sitting in his car stalking some new prey, began to think about last night's event. What had motivated him to do it? But he couldn't deny that it enjoyed it. She tasted of mint and some left over sweet tea from when he had made her rush out of Harry's. "These feelings must never get out. Must never show," he repeated to himself. Love was just a crutch for those too weak to stand on their own. He had always seen it like that. He had only considered one other person to love but that was done with. It was while he was distracted was when his prey sneaked out. He looked up and followed a cloaked figure closely.
He could tell his prey knew he was there… it would explain the speeding in pace that caused him to drive a little faster. It was then the cloaked figure stopped. Whom ever it was turned around and looked at Amon. "Come out. I know you're following me," it spoke. Amon slowly climbed out of his car, his gun well hidden between his hand and jacket. The cloaked figure took off its hood to reveal a woman. She had pale moon skin and her long brunette hair was pulled into a long ponytail but still hung to her hips. She smirked at him and took a step forward. Amon instantly pulled out his gun, taking aim. "tsk tsk tsk… you always aim at civilians?" She came closer but took no further step when she noticed his finger quiver on the trigger. "What do you want with me?
"Funny story," Amon began. "It begins with mysterious deaths popping up everywhere. Trick is, the murderer seems to pick the victims randomly. But after more research, something came up… your name. Each one of those victims knew you in some small way, whether it be family or just a hello at a coffee shop." He stood his ground. She would probably attack now, her secret had been revealed.
But something else happened. The witch placed her arms behind her head and leaned on one of her legs. "Genius… yes, that plan seems to fit perfectly, doesn't it? But there's something wrong with it." She stood up straight and smiled something evil. "Though you've done your homework well…you lack the answer. It's not me." Of course a witch would say that… it was natural!! But there was something about the way she said it that made him curious. She turned and walked away but stopped to say one more thing. "And Amon…" she looked over her shoulder. "If you want Robin for your own… I suggest you go and talk with Michael before he does the bidding for you."
Amon's face tightened in shock. She knew about Robin?!?! "How the hell…" But the mysterious girl had disappeared while he was pondering. When he had returned to the STNJ, the found Robin and Michael locked in a deep conversation, something about why boxers will always rule over briefs, but that's not the point. Robin looked up at him and smiled. "Hello, Robin. Go to the next room…I have to speak with Michael." Robin did as she was told but let the door a tad bit open to Listen in. Michael stood up and walked to Amon as Amon himself advanced. "Robin… we need to talk about her."
Michael took a step back. Whether it was because the words scared him or if he did it in guilt, Amon took note of it. "Is something wrong with her? Is she gonna be in trouble or something?" He couldn't keep his voice from quivering. Amon had that effect on people and it scared Michael…like he was being judged for a crime.
"What is your connection to her?" It was straight and to the point. That unknown girl knew nothing and he was going to prove it. He knew she had meant something for the worst, but that could be a trick to get out of trouble. But the way Michael hesitated to answer made him think twice about it.
"Me and Robin?" Michael searched for words. "We're just really good friends, that's all. You know, she and I have work together a long time now… it was bound to happen." He snorted a fake laugh, covering up his worry. He then went back to his desk and sat down. "Besides, never heard it was a crime to talk to someone. Unless…" He gave Amon a funny smirk. "There's a flame between you and her?"
For an instant, Amon's eyes widen in fear his secret had gotten out. "Don't be ridiculous. I haven't any feelings towards her at all. Besides, she a lot younger than me. I couldn't fathom dating a child." He waved off Michael and headed out the door. But the minute he turned around, he came face to face with Robin.
Her arms lay limp at her side, each hand taking hold of her dress. He face was looking straight at him. It was then he saw her eyes. They were on the verge of tears. Her expression could kill with a mixture of sadness, curiosity, and anger. "A child is all I am to you, Amon?" Robin could feel her own voice quiver for she was straining to keep her control. "Even after all these years?" She let out a forced smile. "But then again, I'm just a partner. I'm not worthy enough to be looked upon by you with love." Amon reached out a hand but Robin had turned off and ran outside. Amon just stood there. He hadn't any idea what had just happened!
"Idiot, go after her," Michael yelled! At this point, he was standing up. Once he realized that Amon was not taking any chance, he gave off a low growl. "You jerk," he mumbled and ran after Robin. He found her sitting near a well. It had been the very place that she fell in love with Amon. Robin had her head buried in her knees, each arm holding tightly to her legs as her muffled cries filled the room. Michael walked over to her. "Robin."
"I was being foolish to believe he'd ever think of me that way," she cried. "He's right. I'm still just a child!" Michael was standing over her but she took no notice. Amon's words rang so clearly in her head over and over again. The bitter accents on each sentence were like someone scratching at her heart.
She hadn't noticed then but she felt Michael's body heat against her. "Hey," he soothed. He placed a hand on her shoulder and used his index finger to bring her face up. "You're not a child, Robin. Believe me…I know." His head steadily grew closer. Robin couldn't move. She was entranced by him…his touch. "In the eyes of God, you are the pure angel of his heart. And I don't know if it counts for anything, but through my eyes, you're the angel that keeps me going." His forehead was touching hers. "Robin… you're my angel."
His lips pressed against her own and he pressed his body to do the same. Robin, cornered into the well, found a way to lay her body down as she eased herself and him on the floor. Her arms searched his body and pulled him closer by the neck. Michael traced her form had concentrated his hands around her waist. This kiss was different from Amon's. Michael's lips were a bit chapped but had more affection embedded with each embrace to her own moist lips. She had also noticed Michael studying during their embraced. His fingers studied her body's groves and curves with such intensity that it made Robin moan.
But their time did not go unnoticed. At the top of the stairs was a figure…Amon. His eyes broadened as he watched Robin and Michael kiss. His fist clenched together so tightly he was straining his vessels. How could Robin… He gave off a low growl and swept away into the dark, hidden from the rest of them. He was sitting on a bench in the park, thinking about what he saw. He had done nothing wrong. No, it was Robin's betrayal to him… he should have never let her in. "Dammit!" His fingers dug into his head in frustration.
"Easy there, Amon," came a woman's voice. He looked over but only saw a faint fire and then some smoke blowing. "I told you to hurry. But you didn't listen now, did you?" It was the witch from before. She walked to Amon and smirked. "Hi. Then name's Reikina. Call me Rei."
Amon glared at her. "You will end up hunted at my hands, you filthy witch." Rei gave him a surprised smile. "And if not now, soon." Amon had too much on his mind to strike her now. Robin…. How could she?
Rei looked at him with curiosity. "Your prey stands right here and you have yet to take the kill… this Robin must be something special." Amon struck his hand at her but she easily dodged. "I see. Well, judgment doesn't come on its own. You know who I am… your prey will wait." Rei disappeared into the night, leaving him to brood in his own misery. Except his misery took form… Michael.