Author's Note: Uh... I'm not so sure about the last chapter including Amon being someplace watching his kid but hey, it could happen (although it is kinda hard imagining Amon taking care of a baby). Now, most of you thought chapter 6 was funny. I'll let ya'll in on a little secret. I love doing comedy. You can ask my friends; I'm sure they'll tell you all about it (and a bit more). So anyway, knowing that I can combine comedy and romance together makes me feel really good :-). Then again, chapter 6 wasn't very romantic. I mean, Amon getting kicked out of Robin's room is not romantic, but its funny as hell. lol. Okay, I'm gonna shut up now and let ya'll read. I'm sure you're all very worried about Robin (although I really don't see the point cuz if you read the little italic words at he bottom chapter 7 then you would know that there's nothing to worry about. But, if you didn't read the little italic words at the bottom of chapter 7 then I guess you're having a panic attack for nothing :-D). ONE MORE THING!!! I have a pretty good idea about Amon's craft although my idea of him being a death glare user is not gonna work this time. What? The guy's good at glaring!

Chapter 8: Guilty

When he finally got home, Nagira wasted no time in calling a friend who "specialized in treating witches." He also wasted no time in yelling at him but at least he waited until it was certain that Robin would live. The doctor had been in her room for nearly 3 hours and Amon was getting suspicious. He was about to go in when the doctor came out himself. When he said nothing Amon grabbed him by his shirt and glared at him

"Well?"

"The bullet did some damage, but none of her vital organs were damaged. Still, whoever shot her was pretty damned skilled."

Amon let go of his shirt and turned away. Skilled? That's the last thing I feel right now. He looked at the doctor once he started speaking again

"Miss Robin will need lots of rest and plenty of attention. Can I count on you two for that?"

Both Amon and Nagira nodded but Nagira went more ahead.

"Amon will be sure to take care of her; after all, she is his wife."

The doctor, who nodded, didn't notice the glare Amon was giving Nagira at the moment. For some strange reason, the glare didn't affect Nagira at all.

"Well, if you'll excuse me."

He gave them his business card and left after a nod and a smile. As soon as he was sure the doctor was no longer within hearing range, he turned to Amon

"Alright little bro, what happened?"

"Hunters"

That was all he could say. What else was he suppose to say? It wasn't exactly a lie. There had been hunters. Unfortunately for him, Nagira didn't believe him.

"If I recall correctly, hunters use orbo guns. The only person who might've had a normal gun in your situation was..."

No way. The idea seemed absurd but he couldn't put anything past Amon. I really hope I'm wrong

"Amon, you didn't by any chance... Miss your true target and... Hit Robin instead, did you?"

Amon sighed in misery. He headed into the living room and motioned for Nagira to join him. He sat down on the couch and stared at his feet. He felt so useless just sitting there while Robin was in her room with an injury that she had received from him.

"My craft has awoken."

He tried changing the subject and when Nagira said nothing he continued with what he thought was their new discussion.

"I can't control it yet but with a bit of practice I can probably master it in a few months."

"Quit changing the subject because you feel guilty Amon."

Amon couldn't help but wince at the sudden tone of voice Nagira had taken. Times like this made him remember that he was the older one and that he was still his little brother.

"I couldn't see anything. Everything was spinning"

"Oh, so you shot at anything that moved. Did you stop to think that if everything was spinning than everything moved? No, I don't think you did. If you had, this wouldn't have happened and I'd be eating right now."

Amon couldn't suppress his anger. He felt a sudden urge to punch his brother. Who was he to lecture him about what he should've done? He hadn't been there and if he had he probably would've ran away. These kinds of thoughts encouraged his words

"You can't talk Nagira; it's your fault this happened. If you hadn't been sick none of this would've happened to begin with and we'd all be taking a nap right now."

Nagira gave a smile at his brother's last words. He didn't do it on purpose but he had made a small joke.

"Robin's taking a nap."

When Amon glared at him he decided to drop the matter and move on.

"The sick part is true, but I didn't tell you to go and shoot Robin."

"I didn't tell my craft to awaken."

They glared at each other for about 2 minutes until Nagira sighed and shook his head. How the hell can he glare for that long? My eyes hurt.

"Alright look, all this arguing between us is not gonna do anything to help Robin. Why don't you go see if she's awake and then you can tend to your wife's every need."

He grinned as Amon glared. This is getting old. Then Amon headed to Robin's room without noticing the look of triumph on Nagira's face. What do you know, he actually listened. He hoped Robin wouldn't hate him after this. He didn't like playing the role of cupid, especially when it came to Amon's relationships. Amon was thinking the same thing, except for the cupid part.