Author's Note: And now... Here's chapter 13 (bet you thought I was gonna go into some long speech didn't you? Quit lying, you know you did).

Chapter 13: True Confessions; Bad Timing

Ever since their unpleasant encounter with the hunters they had avoided going out, now they had an emergency; a fashion emergency to be exact. Suddenly none of Robin's clothes seemed to fit and it wasn't like she could walk around the house in one of Amon's oversized shirts all the time (not that he would've minded).

"Maybe she's pregnant."

Nagira's comment caused Amon to blow the television up. He turned to Nagira and gave him the best death glare that he could muster but it didn't do much. Nagira was now mourning over his precious TV, that was nothing but pieces now.

"Maybe she's just growing."

Amon's theory sounded much more reasonable but he couldn't shake away the fact that Nagira could be right. Nonsense. We've never... Shit! What if she is? Nagira had laughed for hours at how much Amon has stressed himself over the situation and finally told him that her clothes didn't fit because she had grown taller not fatter (much to Amon's relief). So he and Robin went shopping. He had decided to let Nagira stay home since he had still been grieving over his television when they left

Just like last time, things started out quiet and ended a mess. But some things were different this time. There were less hunters and he could know control his craft. The odds were in their favor. Or at least they seemed that way.

One of the hunters shot and barely missed Robin. Amon followed the bullet and expected to see a bright green spot somewhere hut he didn't. Something's wrong. While he had still been trying to figure things out, Robin already knew.

"Amon"

"Hmm?"

"Those aren't orbo guns."

He looked closely at the guns. She was right. They were normal everyday guns with normal bullets that could kill them if aimed in the right place.

"Robin, stay close to me."

They were trapped. Wait a minute, we each have a craft. Just as soon as one of the hunters shot a fire wall blocked the bullet. He looked at Robin who had a small smile on her face. Robin was able to protect them so he would have to attack. He aimed at one of the hunters and completely missed. What the hell

"Concentrate Amon"

Her voice sounded weak. Suddenly the fire wall broke and Robin fell on her knees.

"Robin"

"I'm fine"

She sat on the floor breathing hard as he tried to come up with an escape plan. So far he was not having any luck. He was too preoccupied to notice a hunter that was taking aim towards him. However he did notice when he heard the gun shot. He closed his eyes and waited for the pain, but it never came. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the reason he was not hurt. Robin was standing in front of him. She had protected him.

"Robin"

She collapsed into his arms. Her breathing was heavy and her eyes were closed. Damn it, not again. He had to get help, but first he had to get rid of the hunters. He concentrated all his energy into destroying the hunters and was finally able to take them out.

"Robin. Robin, can you hear me?"

He brushed away a stray hair from her beautiful face and felt for her pulse. It was weak, but it was still there. She suddenly stirred and slowly opened her eyes

"Amon"

"Shh. Don't talk."

"I'm sorry Amon"

He shook his head and caressed her cheek. He couldn't lose her. He refused to lose her. She meant too much to him.

"Robin please, stay with me."

She looked at him. Her eyes were glassy and she was having trouble seeing things clearly. The feeling of his hand left a burning sensation on her cheek.

"Robin, you can't leave me."

"You don't need me."

"You're wrong. I do need you. I... I love you."

If she could've she would've gasped. Unfortunately she didn't have the strength so she simply smiled.

"I love you too."

She closed her eyes and fearing for her life, Amon picked her up and rushed back home. As soon as she got there he ordered Nagira to call his doctor friend. For once Nagira didn't ask questions and did what he was told. Robin, you can't leave me.

(sob) That (sob) is so (sob) sad. Is it just me or do people just like shooting Robin? Don't look at me! I'm just the person writing! Besides, I can make her die... Uh, that was a joke. Why would I wanna kill Little Robin? I'm not a murderer you know. Anyway, I've got one word for ya'll: REVIEW. .