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Chapter 3: Isn't It a Pityisn't it a pity
you don't know what i'm talking about yet
but i will tell you soon
it's a pity
isn't it a pity
isn't it a shame
yes, how we break each other's hearts
and cause each other pain
how we take each other's love
without thinking anymore
forgetting to give back
forgetting to remember
just forgetting and no thank you
isn't it a pity
some things take so long
but how do i explain
why not too many people can see
that we are all just the same
we're all guilty
because of all the tears
our eyes just can't hope to see
but i don't think it's applicable to me
the beauty that surrounds them
child, isn't it a pity
how we break each other's hearts
and cause each other pain
how we take each other's love
the most precious thing
without thinking anymore
forgetting to give back
forgetting to keep open our door
isn't it a pity
isn't it a pity
some things take so long
but how do i explain
isn't it a pity
why not too many people
can see we're all the same
because we cry so much
our eyes can't, can't hope to see
that's not quite true
the beauty that surrounds them
maybe that's why we cry
God, isn't it a pity
Lord knows it's a pity
mankind has been so programmed
that they don't care about nothin'
that has to do with care
c-a-r-e
how we take each other's love
the most precious thing
without thinking anymore
forgetting to give back
forgetting to keep open the door
but i understand some things take so long
but how do i explain
why not too many people
can see we're just the same
and because of all their tears
their eyes can't hope to see
the beauty that surrounds them
God, isn't it a pity
the beauty that surrounds them
it's a pity
we take each other's love
just take it for granted
without thinking anymore
we give each other pain
and we shut every door
we take each other's minds
and we're capable of take each other's souls
we do it every day
just to reach some financial goal
Lord, isn't it a pity, my God
isn't it a pity, my God
and so unnecessary
just a little time, a little care
a little note written in the air
just the little thank you
we just forget to give back
cause we're moving too fast
moving too fast
forgetting to give back
but some things take so long
and i cannot explain
the beauty that surrounds us
and we don't see it
we think things are just the same
we've been programmed that way
isn't it a pity
if you want to feel sorry
isn't it a pity
isn't it a pity
the beauty sets the beauty that surrounds us
because of all our tears
our eyes can't hope to see
maybe one day at least i'll see me
and just concentrate on givin', givin', givin', givin'
and till that day
mankind don't stand a chance
don't know nothin' about romance
everything is plastic
isn't it a pity
my God.
Nagira tapped the cigarette into the windowsill, watching as the ashes danced lightly on the breeze. Prior to his arrival in Ireland, Nagira had been at a memorial service for Amon and Robin. He'd found the whole situation rather funny but, of course, his ability to keep a morose expression left him wondering if the acting ability came from his father's side.
"Close the window," came a brisk voice from the other side of the hallway. Amon's glare met his from across the way. "It's very cold out there."
Nagira grinned, closing it with one hand, extinguishing his cigarette on the windowsill with other. "I thought your heart was too cold to notice things like that."
Amon's lips pressed themselves tighter. "Robin's working to clean and you're not making matters easier. I can see her breath in here."
Nagira laughed. "If you had said that in the first place, I'd have done it without another word." He crossed the room, leaning on the door. "Get yourself a drink Amon. You need one."
Amon walked across the hallway, his dark shirt sticking out against the now spotless white hallway. "Like I'd leave you alone with Robin. I know you too well for that."
Nagira suddenly became serious. "I really do think that you're mistaking your feelings for mine, my little brother." He pointed a finger at his brother's chest. "I think that piece of an ice cube in there may be warming up, even if you hate to admit it. Since childhood, I have never seen you care for someone."
Amon stared at him for a minute, eyes filled with uncertainty, and then the fence was back up. He walked back across the hallway.
Nagira took another cigarette out. He'd end up leaving minus a lung.
Robin sat back up, stretching. She was sitting in the tub, pouring on copious amounts of cleaner to a particularly bad spot of dirt. Amon was on the other side of the bathroom, cleaning out the tub, his sleeves rolled up on his shirt, which was, of course, black.
It seemed strange, the two of them calmly cleaning a bathroom as if neither had an international organization looking for them, wanting to kill them. Robin as of recent, had felt like she had gone through the looking glass and still had not found the way back.
"Could you please hand me the-"
A hand reached back with the cleaner. She took after a moment of surprise. "Thank you."
He made no reply.
"So you grew up in this house."
"Never here. In a nearby town. My mother was…not particularly close to her parents and I never visited this place until a few years ago."
She leaned on the rim of the tub. "I never would have guessed that you were Irish, Amon."
"I don't feel I am."
"The what are you?" It wasn't supposed to be a serious, but Amon's entire frame seemed to tense up. The little bit of his face that she could see in the reflection in the mirror was unreadable. He turned.
"I'm not quite sure anymore. I used to be, but, recently…"
Robin ducked her head. "I-Gomen, Amon."
"It's not your fault, Robin." From his tone, she knew he was finished talking, and she meekly ducked her head, disappearing behind a porcelain barrier.
Amon exhaled quietly. It was the truth. It hadn't been her fault, far from it, actually. He'd felt these changes…feelings he knew that perhaps, Karasuma might know about.
It had started simply enough. Little murmurs among other things. Déjà vu happening more times than it had ever happened before. And then, he started hearing her thoughts. Headaches plagued him, and he'd found no solace. His greatest nightmare was coming true.
He had awakened.
Nagira waved at them from the doorway, the papers that had long been forgotten in his hand, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. "Are you two gonna read these or should I just start scrap-booking them now?"
Amon stood up and stretched, then turned and helped Robin out of the tub. It was fairly large, he noticed suddenly. Large enough-
A faint murmur in his head, sounding quite like Robin, started to think the same thing, and as her hand met his-
The two of them, together-
And she was the religious one of the two.
She walked past him into the other room and took the papers. Nagira grabbed her hand. "And what is this, Little Bird?"
She stammered, suddenly red.
"STN-J wasn't going to be looking for a married couple in Ireland, don't you think? Robin, let's have a look at those papers." The look in her eyes was all the thanks he needed, and they sat down on a bench near the stairs.
"It's Ancient Craft writings, I think," he said quietly, perusing the foreign letters. "It make take a while, but I'll-"
Robin turned towards him, pale and making a strange choking noise. Curious, he pretended to accidentally brush her hand with his and a jolt of fear nearly made him nauseous.
"You can read this." It was more of a statement than a question, and she nodded slowly. "What does it say?"
"It's…about the Witch's Eve." Her eyes scanned the paper. "'She will bring hope to the many. She will rise against those who persecute'…" she trailed of, her lips still moving. "It talks about my birth here …'She shall share much with the Son of God'. That's probably my birthday."
"You're birthday?"
She looked over at Amon, and he could see she was alarmed by their closeness. He looked down at the paper, trying to look like he was reading it.
"My birthday is December 25th."
"Christmas! What a wonderful day to be born. Do you ever get gypped out of presents?" Nagira asked. Robin blinked.
"I've…the nuns were celebrating the birth of Christ. That was more important. Fat-Grandfather would wish me a happy birthday, though." She went back to reading the paper.
"We'll have to celebrate both, then, Little Bird. It will be twice as much a celebration as usual. We'll take you to the bar and-"
"'She shall die before her 16th birthday.'" The fear in her voice was impossible to mistake. Amon took the paper from her.
"What!?" The cigarette feel from Nagira's mouth
Robin looked down at her hands, now folded in her lap. Amon took one, firmly. "Predictions, in my past experience, are almost always incorrect. And there are always ways around them."
She looked up to him, her eyes brimming with tears. "Amon, it's in a week."
He stared at the ceiling. It had been deadly silent since he'd rechecked the papers. They followed all the same patterns of Old Craft language, and there was no sign of forgery.
A week. He had a week. He wouldn't leave her side, regardless of how much she'd protest, since he knew she would, and he'd stop this thing. If she died-
A tight feeling in his chest took over, and for a moment he could barely breathe. No matter how much he forced himself to care about others, or not to care about her, he'd never felt so fear with a single thought, other than the possible chance of his Awakening. That, however, was now behind him.
He heard footsteps and he reached for the gun below his pillow, taking the safety off and pointing it at the doorway. There was a moment of waiting and-
"I-I couldn't sleep and-" her golden hair covered her face. He slipped to the edge of the bed, waiting. Her eyes fell upon the gun now on the bed. "You don't carry the Orbo at all, do you?"
"You don't have to try to change the subject. What's the matter, Robin?"
She rushed forward. "I don't want to die, Amon!"
He grabbed her, and for a second she was afraid he'd slap her. He pulled her close to him. "You aren't going to die, Robin.
"How do you know that, Amon? How can you be so sure of it? It says on those papers-"
"Which are quite old, found in the castle that belonged to a member of a coven, a man who was rumored to be mentally unstable." Facts helped in moments of panic, usually. She looked up at him and confusion played across her pale features. "I know they are not correct."
"How do you know?"
He froze, and she must have sensed his alarm for she pulled back. He would have had to tell her sooner or later. Amon swallowed the acidy feeling in the back of his throat.
"My mother was a witch. I always knew it might happen, but…I seem to know what's going to happen before it happens. Precognition."
"I knew," she said quietly. "I mean, I knew you'd Awakened, but…" She looked thoughtful for a moment. "And what have you seen. An old lady with two buns on the sides of her head?"
"No."
"Then what?"
He would not tell her everything. "You wish me a Happy New Years."
She smiled. "If you were Nagira I know you'd only be saying it to cheer me up, but I trust you more."
Amon gave her a small smile, probably his first. "Go to sleep."
She nodded, and got off the bed, blushing. She stopped at the door. "Thank. you, Amon." And she closed the door.
Amon rolled over, trying to get some sort of sleep. He looked over at the scrap he'd written in Gaelic when it had first happened:
She's in my bed and she's naked. I am naked. She leans over and kisses me, an arm around my waist. 'Happy New Years, Amon,' she says. Robin lies back against the pillow. 'I take back what I said about smokers'.
It only kept him up. He'd be buying some sort of sleeping pills the next day.
A.N. Gah. Mocacino's at 11'o clock equal much evil. Thank you to all those wonderful people who've reviewed so far:
To Bravedragon, teenwitch0043 ( I've been semi-dabbling myself since the fourth-grade, oh, to be Catholic!), Dark Mistress Meli, and Lara 1786, thank you so much for the great reviews!
Meli-There will be kisses, but I just want this to flow like it was natural, so I don't want them jumping on each other the second they're in a bedroom.
Sugargirlhv-For your sake, stop reading; I don't want to spoil the beauty and dark delicateness of the series by blowing al the secrets. You must watch the rest of the eps or read reviews of the show before trudging on. I say this for your benefit. I read The Burning Time and Her Hell, among, others, and I waited paitently while I watched my DVD I JUST GOT ON FRIDAY OF THE ENTIRE SERIES DIRECT FROM JAPAN! WOOT! I HEART SUBTITLES!!!! And I must say that I was quite disappointed to mind that things I thought may have happened didn't.
Alors, does anyone know, if they have the same one I have, where the DVDs are labeled 'ep 1' 'ep 2' and 'ep3', with each epidsode as a chapter on each DVD, what those weird symbols are in the last two episodes in the opening screen? They look like they are from the original channel that showed the episodes…it's bothering this OC person. Gomen. Well, g'night, y'all, must sleep!