You Can't Chance Fate
Chapter - Riddles
Disclaimer - I do not own Witch Hunter Robin
Summary - Chaos strikes the STNJ, having several new cases on witches coming at them from every corner. Walking home, Robin comes across the woman she met at Harry's and later gets a mysterious phone call about God. What connection is this to Rei? Amon tries to find the answer but finds more than his victim…but an answer…and a mysterious letter.
That week, The STNJ had been slammed with witchcraft cases. There were more than they could handle, and even Dojima began to show up on a regular time frame. It became so busy that most of them forgot their present mission in capturing Rei. But no one could blame them. Rei had kept her distance and there hadn't been any corpses with her signature on them.
Michael busied himself deep into some files on the recent records of witches. "No connection here, boss," he yelled across the room. "But on the other case the woman's great grandmother was a witch." He went back to his work. It was only till he heard a loud crash did he look around. Everyone's gaze fell upon the middle of the room where Sakaki stood, a few leaf papers falling around him.
Sakaki, infuriated with everything going around, had thrown the files and books around him on the floor. "Which case? Case one? Case ten? Case hundred and thirteen!" He kicked the air and flopped into his chair. "What the hell is going on? Why are they all coming out at once?" He growled deeply and pounded the desk. "What the hell is wrong with them?"
"I suggest you take a couple of blows to the head and get it straight," The Chief yelled viciously back at him! Sakaki looked at the mess he made, feeling rather foolish at his embarrassing outburst. He mumbled a sorry and began picking them up. "Sorry doesn't cut it. I don't care what stress you are under!" Kosaka rubbed his baldhead and went back to his desk. No one else dared to talk for a long while.
Around two in the afternoon, Robin paused in her chair and stretched. She was tired from the day's work, not even getting a wink of sleep. Amon hadn't given her the time of day with all that had to be done. About an hour later, she was sent, along with Sakaki, to go investigate at a house of the wife of one of the suspects. The lady who answered was a tall, slender lady with a sweet voice. She invited the two in, under the impression that they were friends of her missing husband. "It was so sudden," she began, wiping her tear-streaked eyes. "He told me that he loved me and that he would never let anything ever hurt me. After that, he kissed me and then left."
"Your husband worked for the police station, didn't he?" Sakaki took a sip of his offered tea. "When he left, he reported to his post for a mere hour, turning in his badge and all his other possessions. Tell me, did he give you additional information? Anything he left slip during the weeks…months before he left?"
The woman thought a bit, unconsciously biting her index finger in concentration. "Well," she began, "he did become very distant for a long while. He kept mumbling something about sin…made us attend church a lot." She looked up and smiled as if apologizing. "I'm a Christian woman but work leaves no time for God. Anyways, he never really cared for religion."
Robin and Sakaki left soon after their discussion with the lady, getting nowhere fast. They both went back to the STNJ to report the small bit of information there had gathered. The chief's left eyebrow cocked up with their reports. "Nothing? Nothing at all? GARH!" He sighed. Rubbing his temple in an attempt to calm himself down, he dismissed them. "Very well, back to your positions."
Amon dismissed Robin from her post, letting her take a break from her endless work. She felt a little guilty for he had gotten chewed out by the Chief, but his lecture was cut short with one of his glares…something Robin found quite exhilarating. The rain kept a perpetual rhythm upon her black umbrella but could not muffle the sounds of the outside world. Fascinating how society went about their business, having those rare few that really knew the true dangers that engulf the world. But these people…ignorance kept them happy. Robin would never know that feeling.
"Must be nice," came a soft voice from behind her. Robin's body tensed for a minute of shock then relaxed. She turned to face the same girl she had met at Harry's place. But she didn't give Robin time to talk. "Those people don't know anything of the world we know. They're completely satisfied being inferior to people like us…without even knowing it." Reikina turned to look at Robin, innocently smiling at her.
Robin, a little more relaxed, offered her umbrella. They both walked side-by-side down the streets. Something was bothering Robin though. There was some strange aura surrounding her newly found acquaintance. It didn't add up. "You never told me your name," she whispered. Even if Harry had told her, it was good to hear it from her herself.
Reikina stopped dead in her tracks, eyes hidden beneath her bangs. She was thankful that Robin didn't see her coyly smirking at Robin's question. "I don't tell many my name…I don't' seem to stick around long enough for it to be of any use." She looked up at Robin again. But there was something different. Her eyes pierced through as if searching, no…accusing Robin of some hidden secret. "But for you…my name is Rei."
Back at the STNJ, everyone calmly began to get back on schedule. Though many witch cases were still left untouched, the office soon picked up its normal hasty pace and the rest just fell into place. Dojima, stressed and tired, purposely yawned annoyingly to gather attention. "I'm heading out," she announced, but no one turned to say anything. A little perturbed at their lack of concern, she tried again. "I'm leaving now!"
"Then get the hell out already," Sakaki called from behind her, a small laugh upon his lips. "Stop being such a drama queen." Dojima silently bit her lip and left. "Thank God." Sitting down to his clustered desk, he frantically began searching through the files. "This is irrelevant to whatever you guys are doing but I found some more information on that new witch we were hunting for at the church." He handed Michael a floppy disk and watched him slide it in.
Amon walked over and leaned in closely to Michael, not bothering to look at him. He scanned the information upon the screen, but still thoroughly listening as Michael read aloud. " Name: Reikina. There's no actual age date or origin. She was a nun at a very high maintenance church in the United States but was fired for her lack of consideration for the other members. Her strict theories of God made her unbearable so she was transferred here recently." He took a breath and leaned back in his chair. "Okay, she's some obsessed nun on a killing spree." He typed in a few words. The minute the new screen was plastered up, his eyes widened. "Her entire family…" Amon stood straight, closed his eyes and walked to the window. He had read it already, but it seemed as a blow having to actually hear it. "Is made up of witches."
"Then how did we miss her?" Karasuma walked over, joining the little festivity. "If her entire family is a strong witch line then how could we have overlooked her in our profile" No one spoke…no one had an answer.
Michael finally broke the awkward silence. "Technically, we didn't miss her. I mean, her name did come up several times in the report…but I had already checked her and it clearly stated she wasn't a witch nor was anyone in her bloodline…just some normal civilian that got caught up in the mess. That DNA testing was the only link that brought us here and even that was a stretch."
"That's because," Amon began, "she's letting us find her now." Everyone slowly turned their puzzled gaze on him. "Michael, do you recall informing us that she may have an intelligent hacker on her side?" He left the rest for them to come up with themselves. In the meantime, he grabbed his gun and walked out.
"That name…it sounds familiar," Robin whispered. Rei had taken off, without any warning, and left Robin standing there. She hadn't even notice her leave, too caught up in her thought. She knew she had heard the name before but the rain ruined her concentration. Now in her apartment, she walked over and lay quietly on the couch No one was home, leaving her some quality time to think things over. Her eyes were heavy with sleep, begging her to close them and just slumber into tranquility. Nature seemed to be working against her as her phone abruptly started ringing. Lifting her now heavy body from the couch, she carelessly picked up the phone. "This is Robin."
There was a soft snicker on the phone. "God sees everything, Miss Sena. God…is everywhere: in your house, around the corner, even in the air you breathe. You can't hide from him. He knows what you've been doing…and he's disappointed." It was a soft woman's voice teasingly snickering at her during the lecture. "He sent me to warn you…you've been collecting sin like the dieing gather dust." Robin just stood there, her eyes unreadable. "…I'm waiting." There was the click of someone hanging up and then the dial tone.
Amon had been working all night. Michael fed him details on where Rei might be hiding out, none of them turning out positive. There was something bugging him though: what would he do if he really did find Rei? Of course, natural instincts told him to shoot and he wasn't the type to go with any other instinct. It was just the way she talked…the way she made him think. It was the one and only thing keeping her from ending up in the Factory.
"The predator should not ponder or the prey will get away," Rei cooed behind him. Amon quickly turned around, the gun pointed at her between the eyes. "Now, you shouldn't point things at people…someone could get hurt." She defiantly walked beside him and looked out into the woods. Her eyes closed as she inhaled the night air. "If we were anywhere else, we could see the stars. They're beautiful this time of night. Unfortunately, those city lights and the smoke filth air hide their beauty. Filthy sinners pollute this air."
Closing his eyes, her turned to her, her back to him. He slowly raised the gun at her once again. "The prey should always be mindful of the predator or else eaten," he growled. He wasn't going to let her get to him…not like last time. Rei's stupid conversations sounded like some fortune cookie reading…and yet…they set him into deep thought. He hesitated in shooting. Why? He kept asking that over and over but nothing came up.
"Because…you want to use me," Rei whispered. She turned around, smirking at him. "You know about my powers…about my incredibly advanced telepathy. It's almost like reading the future. But not even God knows the future all that well." She walked up and stood in front of him and placed a hand on his, lightly pushing the gun down. "You want me like a tool…for Robin's sake."
"You stay the hell away from her," Amon threatened and smacked her hands off of his, taking a step back himself. "You touch a hair on her head and I'll kill you." Michael's frantic pleading the other night rang in his head. "What do you want with her?" He could feel the veins in his palm tighten as he balled them in a tightly packed fist. He took an advancement forward but Rei didn't move an inch.
Rei just stared at Amon with a defiant looking smile. Placing her arms to rest behind her head, she sarcastically sighed and rolled her eyes. "I have business with Miss Sena, something that doesn't concern you." Before he could even contemplate blinking, she was behind him, leaning her head into his back with her hands neatly positioned on either sides of his spine. "I'm a judgment angel, am I not?" Amon stiffened. "I'm here to place judgment on Robin." He quickly turned around and shot behind him vainly. She was gone in the quick moment it took him to ponder her words.
"Another score, Rei," he whispered to himself and walked off into the night. It was late and the crescent moon proudly lit the streets. "Robin." He was upset with himself…letting her get so close to him. After reminiscing their time with each other, he couldn't help but relax. Rei's words hit like a brick against glass. 'Because… you want to use me.' She had searched deep into his subconscious and answered his forsaken question. "Damn it…" There was nothing he could do now. Though he knew his presence was needed at work, he thought it best to rest for now. He reached his apartment door, but as he slid his key in, a small note just under his feet caught his eye. It was a neatly written note, lightly scented with perfume.
Dear Amon,
Questions unanswered with answers unquestioned. An unwritten letters are consistently sent to God. Darkness is the only one who listens to sin. What is a mouth without an ear? What is a problem without a solution? No matter how many prayers come to the house of God, they always sleep at night, leaving his home empty for those who truly need it. The hour of the moon was lovely tonight, was it not? So brilliant and gorgeous…giving light to for the few in need. Alas, wandering eyes and ears that stray too far are destined never to return.
With God's love,
Miss Rei
Amon stared at the letter once more before shoving it into his pocket. The text in the letter would be considered no more than random facts to a normal person. The normal person would have never gotten it…Amon was not normal. "I'll see you then," he whispered and entered into his empty apartment.
Chapter - Riddles
Disclaimer - I do not own Witch Hunter Robin
Summary - Chaos strikes the STNJ, having several new cases on witches coming at them from every corner. Walking home, Robin comes across the woman she met at Harry's and later gets a mysterious phone call about God. What connection is this to Rei? Amon tries to find the answer but finds more than his victim…but an answer…and a mysterious letter.
That week, The STNJ had been slammed with witchcraft cases. There were more than they could handle, and even Dojima began to show up on a regular time frame. It became so busy that most of them forgot their present mission in capturing Rei. But no one could blame them. Rei had kept her distance and there hadn't been any corpses with her signature on them.
Michael busied himself deep into some files on the recent records of witches. "No connection here, boss," he yelled across the room. "But on the other case the woman's great grandmother was a witch." He went back to his work. It was only till he heard a loud crash did he look around. Everyone's gaze fell upon the middle of the room where Sakaki stood, a few leaf papers falling around him.
Sakaki, infuriated with everything going around, had thrown the files and books around him on the floor. "Which case? Case one? Case ten? Case hundred and thirteen!" He kicked the air and flopped into his chair. "What the hell is going on? Why are they all coming out at once?" He growled deeply and pounded the desk. "What the hell is wrong with them?"
"I suggest you take a couple of blows to the head and get it straight," The Chief yelled viciously back at him! Sakaki looked at the mess he made, feeling rather foolish at his embarrassing outburst. He mumbled a sorry and began picking them up. "Sorry doesn't cut it. I don't care what stress you are under!" Kosaka rubbed his baldhead and went back to his desk. No one else dared to talk for a long while.
Around two in the afternoon, Robin paused in her chair and stretched. She was tired from the day's work, not even getting a wink of sleep. Amon hadn't given her the time of day with all that had to be done. About an hour later, she was sent, along with Sakaki, to go investigate at a house of the wife of one of the suspects. The lady who answered was a tall, slender lady with a sweet voice. She invited the two in, under the impression that they were friends of her missing husband. "It was so sudden," she began, wiping her tear-streaked eyes. "He told me that he loved me and that he would never let anything ever hurt me. After that, he kissed me and then left."
"Your husband worked for the police station, didn't he?" Sakaki took a sip of his offered tea. "When he left, he reported to his post for a mere hour, turning in his badge and all his other possessions. Tell me, did he give you additional information? Anything he left slip during the weeks…months before he left?"
The woman thought a bit, unconsciously biting her index finger in concentration. "Well," she began, "he did become very distant for a long while. He kept mumbling something about sin…made us attend church a lot." She looked up and smiled as if apologizing. "I'm a Christian woman but work leaves no time for God. Anyways, he never really cared for religion."
Robin and Sakaki left soon after their discussion with the lady, getting nowhere fast. They both went back to the STNJ to report the small bit of information there had gathered. The chief's left eyebrow cocked up with their reports. "Nothing? Nothing at all? GARH!" He sighed. Rubbing his temple in an attempt to calm himself down, he dismissed them. "Very well, back to your positions."
Amon dismissed Robin from her post, letting her take a break from her endless work. She felt a little guilty for he had gotten chewed out by the Chief, but his lecture was cut short with one of his glares…something Robin found quite exhilarating. The rain kept a perpetual rhythm upon her black umbrella but could not muffle the sounds of the outside world. Fascinating how society went about their business, having those rare few that really knew the true dangers that engulf the world. But these people…ignorance kept them happy. Robin would never know that feeling.
"Must be nice," came a soft voice from behind her. Robin's body tensed for a minute of shock then relaxed. She turned to face the same girl she had met at Harry's place. But she didn't give Robin time to talk. "Those people don't know anything of the world we know. They're completely satisfied being inferior to people like us…without even knowing it." Reikina turned to look at Robin, innocently smiling at her.
Robin, a little more relaxed, offered her umbrella. They both walked side-by-side down the streets. Something was bothering Robin though. There was some strange aura surrounding her newly found acquaintance. It didn't add up. "You never told me your name," she whispered. Even if Harry had told her, it was good to hear it from her herself.
Reikina stopped dead in her tracks, eyes hidden beneath her bangs. She was thankful that Robin didn't see her coyly smirking at Robin's question. "I don't tell many my name…I don't' seem to stick around long enough for it to be of any use." She looked up at Robin again. But there was something different. Her eyes pierced through as if searching, no…accusing Robin of some hidden secret. "But for you…my name is Rei."
Back at the STNJ, everyone calmly began to get back on schedule. Though many witch cases were still left untouched, the office soon picked up its normal hasty pace and the rest just fell into place. Dojima, stressed and tired, purposely yawned annoyingly to gather attention. "I'm heading out," she announced, but no one turned to say anything. A little perturbed at their lack of concern, she tried again. "I'm leaving now!"
"Then get the hell out already," Sakaki called from behind her, a small laugh upon his lips. "Stop being such a drama queen." Dojima silently bit her lip and left. "Thank God." Sitting down to his clustered desk, he frantically began searching through the files. "This is irrelevant to whatever you guys are doing but I found some more information on that new witch we were hunting for at the church." He handed Michael a floppy disk and watched him slide it in.
Amon walked over and leaned in closely to Michael, not bothering to look at him. He scanned the information upon the screen, but still thoroughly listening as Michael read aloud. " Name: Reikina. There's no actual age date or origin. She was a nun at a very high maintenance church in the United States but was fired for her lack of consideration for the other members. Her strict theories of God made her unbearable so she was transferred here recently." He took a breath and leaned back in his chair. "Okay, she's some obsessed nun on a killing spree." He typed in a few words. The minute the new screen was plastered up, his eyes widened. "Her entire family…" Amon stood straight, closed his eyes and walked to the window. He had read it already, but it seemed as a blow having to actually hear it. "Is made up of witches."
"Then how did we miss her?" Karasuma walked over, joining the little festivity. "If her entire family is a strong witch line then how could we have overlooked her in our profile" No one spoke…no one had an answer.
Michael finally broke the awkward silence. "Technically, we didn't miss her. I mean, her name did come up several times in the report…but I had already checked her and it clearly stated she wasn't a witch nor was anyone in her bloodline…just some normal civilian that got caught up in the mess. That DNA testing was the only link that brought us here and even that was a stretch."
"That's because," Amon began, "she's letting us find her now." Everyone slowly turned their puzzled gaze on him. "Michael, do you recall informing us that she may have an intelligent hacker on her side?" He left the rest for them to come up with themselves. In the meantime, he grabbed his gun and walked out.
"That name…it sounds familiar," Robin whispered. Rei had taken off, without any warning, and left Robin standing there. She hadn't even notice her leave, too caught up in her thought. She knew she had heard the name before but the rain ruined her concentration. Now in her apartment, she walked over and lay quietly on the couch No one was home, leaving her some quality time to think things over. Her eyes were heavy with sleep, begging her to close them and just slumber into tranquility. Nature seemed to be working against her as her phone abruptly started ringing. Lifting her now heavy body from the couch, she carelessly picked up the phone. "This is Robin."
There was a soft snicker on the phone. "God sees everything, Miss Sena. God…is everywhere: in your house, around the corner, even in the air you breathe. You can't hide from him. He knows what you've been doing…and he's disappointed." It was a soft woman's voice teasingly snickering at her during the lecture. "He sent me to warn you…you've been collecting sin like the dieing gather dust." Robin just stood there, her eyes unreadable. "…I'm waiting." There was the click of someone hanging up and then the dial tone.
Amon had been working all night. Michael fed him details on where Rei might be hiding out, none of them turning out positive. There was something bugging him though: what would he do if he really did find Rei? Of course, natural instincts told him to shoot and he wasn't the type to go with any other instinct. It was just the way she talked…the way she made him think. It was the one and only thing keeping her from ending up in the Factory.
"The predator should not ponder or the prey will get away," Rei cooed behind him. Amon quickly turned around, the gun pointed at her between the eyes. "Now, you shouldn't point things at people…someone could get hurt." She defiantly walked beside him and looked out into the woods. Her eyes closed as she inhaled the night air. "If we were anywhere else, we could see the stars. They're beautiful this time of night. Unfortunately, those city lights and the smoke filth air hide their beauty. Filthy sinners pollute this air."
Closing his eyes, her turned to her, her back to him. He slowly raised the gun at her once again. "The prey should always be mindful of the predator or else eaten," he growled. He wasn't going to let her get to him…not like last time. Rei's stupid conversations sounded like some fortune cookie reading…and yet…they set him into deep thought. He hesitated in shooting. Why? He kept asking that over and over but nothing came up.
"Because…you want to use me," Rei whispered. She turned around, smirking at him. "You know about my powers…about my incredibly advanced telepathy. It's almost like reading the future. But not even God knows the future all that well." She walked up and stood in front of him and placed a hand on his, lightly pushing the gun down. "You want me like a tool…for Robin's sake."
"You stay the hell away from her," Amon threatened and smacked her hands off of his, taking a step back himself. "You touch a hair on her head and I'll kill you." Michael's frantic pleading the other night rang in his head. "What do you want with her?" He could feel the veins in his palm tighten as he balled them in a tightly packed fist. He took an advancement forward but Rei didn't move an inch.
Rei just stared at Amon with a defiant looking smile. Placing her arms to rest behind her head, she sarcastically sighed and rolled her eyes. "I have business with Miss Sena, something that doesn't concern you." Before he could even contemplate blinking, she was behind him, leaning her head into his back with her hands neatly positioned on either sides of his spine. "I'm a judgment angel, am I not?" Amon stiffened. "I'm here to place judgment on Robin." He quickly turned around and shot behind him vainly. She was gone in the quick moment it took him to ponder her words.
"Another score, Rei," he whispered to himself and walked off into the night. It was late and the crescent moon proudly lit the streets. "Robin." He was upset with himself…letting her get so close to him. After reminiscing their time with each other, he couldn't help but relax. Rei's words hit like a brick against glass. 'Because… you want to use me.' She had searched deep into his subconscious and answered his forsaken question. "Damn it…" There was nothing he could do now. Though he knew his presence was needed at work, he thought it best to rest for now. He reached his apartment door, but as he slid his key in, a small note just under his feet caught his eye. It was a neatly written note, lightly scented with perfume.
Dear Amon,
Questions unanswered with answers unquestioned. An unwritten letters are consistently sent to God. Darkness is the only one who listens to sin. What is a mouth without an ear? What is a problem without a solution? No matter how many prayers come to the house of God, they always sleep at night, leaving his home empty for those who truly need it. The hour of the moon was lovely tonight, was it not? So brilliant and gorgeous…giving light to for the few in need. Alas, wandering eyes and ears that stray too far are destined never to return.
With God's love,
Miss Rei
Amon stared at the letter once more before shoving it into his pocket. The text in the letter would be considered no more than random facts to a normal person. The normal person would have never gotten it…Amon was not normal. "I'll see you then," he whispered and entered into his empty apartment.