Hi everyone! Thanks for all the reviews. Really appreciate it! ^___^ Again, I don't own WHR. Uh, guess I don't have any other A/Ns to state…oh! Also, my Inuyasha fic is complete, so go visit! And now, here's the second chappy:

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Emotions can be twisted in the cruelest of ways. Some are stronger than others, but that does not prevent the inevitable for every one of us. All sediments are capable of crumbling within seconds of having been formed. This is the simple truth one must learn to face.

Amon waited a few moments for all the students to enter and settle in the room before taking attendance. All of them chattered pleasantly with their neighbors…save one. The strange girl who was the first to enter the room continued to sit there and read calmly, ignoring what was happening around her. There was something extraordinary about her that Amon couldn't place his finger on. Yet.

"Quiet down, everyone." Amon gruffly said to them, standing up. When the conversations gradually died down, he took the sheet of paper from his desk. "My name is Amon, and you will be calling me that for the rest of the year." His introduction of himself was always short and to the point. Just the way he preferred it. "In this room you will learn the art of perfecting your crafts to a finely tuned skill. Now…when I call your name, raise your hand so we can be done with it." He held up the sheet of paper. The attendance sheet conveniently gave a brief background bio on them as well.

"Ryobe Amori." A boy in the far corner raised his hand. Amon glanced through his bio. He had worked on a farm with a family of eight until one day while scanning down the shelves for a book in the library, he had found a book of spells, and so his power developed slowly into a handy skill. His craft was the ability to melt things to a puddle.

"Melissa Clarke." A girl this time. Born in England, she discovered she had a special craft when she entered an exchange program and learned more about the witch hunters. Melissa had the ability to levitate certain things.

"Seka Hoshino." Another girl. She had two buck teeth and was crunching a stick of pocky in such a way that Amon knew it would annoy him for the rest of the year. She had developed the craft to control the wind about a year back.

"Tsutomu Iseya." This boy had run a small shoe shop with his father until he became bored of it and secretly trained to become a craft user without his father's knowledge. He could shoot out impulse waves at will—a very useful craft to have.

"Maeko Kareko." She held her hand up in such a way that, to Amon, she appeared to be afraid. Although she was born in Japan, Maeko moved to China and stayed there for the majority of her life. She was the girl who could control all forms of liquid.

"Akahito Kitao." One glance at him told Amon already that he wouldn't pass. He was in the process of making a paper airplane and scoffed when his name was called. His craft was the power to create strong electrical charges.

"Kojuro Komatsuzaki." This boy had lived in the slums his whole life with his parents and three siblings. In order to make money and help support his family, he had applied to become a hunter. Kojuro could freeze anything upon touch.

"Teruyo Matsumara." Amon glanced at her. She had the reddest hair color he had even seen for a woman—it was almost assuredly dyed. Teruyo's craft was the ability to twist and flatten objects, no matter how thick or how big.

"Elijah Morris." One look at him told Amon that he had a Middle Eastern background. According to the bio, he was adopted by a family in the United States and then was transferred here. Elijah could slide objects around with his telekinetic capability.

"Atsutane Mutsu." A boy with dark circles under his eyes had raised his hand. The sheet said that both of his parents had died tragically when he was very young and soon after, Atsutane was placed in an orphanage, where he lived amongst all the other children who had no family of their own. He could form an unbreakable barrier around anything.

"Kazumi Narahashi." The girl to the far corner raised her hand. She had lived with her grandmother with a younger brother all her life. In order to have some income she decided to apply as a hunter. Kazumi could control the brightness and darkness of a light.

"Aiko Numajiri." Another girl looked up in an annoyed way at Amon as she was just finishing the final layer of painting on her nails. Amon's eyes narrowed angrily and she quickly put the bottle away. Aiko could create short airwaves that could cut through anything.

"Yosai Okuda." A boy who was rather large in size raised his hand. It came as no surprise, really—his father ran an ice cream parlor. Apparently his parents had finally forced him to find a job on his own, and so, here he was. Yosai could smash anything without actual physical contact.

"Namiko Omori." She raised her hand politely in the far back of the room. Both of her parents were important employees of a big corporation and therefore they traveled a lot, never seeing their daughter much, which Amon could tell she regretted by the look of her face. She could control sound waves to make a shrill, unbearable sound.

"Steven Robertson." He pushed his glasses up and held his hand high at the sound of his name. He lived alone with his mother and soon became obsessed with the concept of becoming a hunter. He could create powerful lights of harmful energy.

"Sudaharu Royama." The boy nodded to him. By the way he was dressed Amon could tell that he was in a kind of gang. Sudaharu had a smirk on his face that Amon didn't like. His craft was the ability to knock a person on the ground with a sudden, strong force.

"Robin Sena." The girl Amon had spoken to earlier looked at him from behind her book and nodded. According to her background information, both of her parents died and she was now living with her grandfather by a church. Robin had traveled all over the world but decided to settle down here. She could light things on fire at will. She smiled politely.

"Kazuko Shiomi." A boy who looked very quiet raised his hand. He had perhaps the most mysterious craft—instead of having a true one of his own, Kazuko could copy any other craft from a hunter and magnify their power for them.

"Yuma Shirasu." She looked up from hearing her name. A glance at her desk told Amon she had been drawing. She had recently graduated from the academy a few blocks down and wanted to make it as a hunter. Yuma could cause an instant seizure to anyone at will.

"Sakamae Takano." This was another graduate from the academy, with perfect grades. In Amon's eyes however, she was just another annoying over-achiever, especially because she was one of the daring few to sit up front. Sakamae could generate illusions to an enemy that would appear to be real.

'…And that makes twenty.' Amon thought. He threw the paper in the trash and sat back down at his desk. He looked at the students, who were looking back at him patiently. Amon cleared his throat. "As you just saw, I threw away the sheet of paper with your names on it. I do not intend to learn each of your names and become very acquainted with you. In fact, attendance will never be taken again in here. From this moment on, it's purely your choice whether or not you attend this class. As long as your craft is perfect by the end of this year I don't care if you show up or not. It'd be a waste of everyone's time otherwise."

Just as there had been in years past, a murmur of whispers swept through the students. It was always the same reaction. Was this guy for real? Did he really mean it? Would someone actually call his bluff? But nobody dared to move, so instead, Amon stood up and walked to the back of the room. Bodies swiveled around and all eyes followed him. He reached the end of the room and stopped, facing them. "We will also never use those desks and chairs again. Stand up." They stared at him with mixed looks of confusion, anxiousness, and annoyance, but gradually they left their chairs.

"Now, come over here." Again they obeyed reluctantly. "This is where you will be training with your crafts for the rest of the year. Each of you will have a certain station where you can practice. There you will notice different equipment, customized for each of your crafts. Today we will start to have a feel for all of the objects and materials." He began to turn and walk away, but then added as an afterthought, "…And don't break anything."

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He sat back down at his desk and watched them with one eye. Most of them seemed to get the general idea pretty quickly. There were some people however, like Akahito and Sudaharu, who didn't seem to quite care and stood off to the side, flicking paper at some of the girls in a bored way.

"It's their loss." He muttered.

Suddenly his cell phone rang. Amon dug into his pockets and pulled it out. "Hello?"

"Amon, it's Michael. Is everything okay in your training area? We've been having a few problems here and there all morning, so…"

Amon glanced at them again. "No, everything's fine. The students are using their practice equipment for the first time. Michael, what happened this morning? What's going on?"

"Well some of the students went to the wrong room, and…" There was a pause. "A person named Doujima Yurika accidentally set off the practice gun she was given and shot a boy named Sakaki Haruto in the chest inside the training room for the non-craft users. If it wasn't for the fact that we only use rubber bullets for practice, he'd be very dead, and we'd be shut down."

"…Wasn't Nagira watching them?"

"Yeah…sort of. He has a big class this year, and obviously he can't watch everyone at once…"

Amon said nothing.

"Well, I guess I better get going…I have a lot of stuff to take care of around here. Talk to you later Amon." He heard a click, and then put the cell phone back in his pocket.

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When Amon looked up again, he didn't like what he saw. The boy named Akahito was apparently too bored of flicking pieces of paper at the girls, so instead he began to shock them with small electrical impulses. Amon's eyes narrowed angrily.

And then, he hit Robin.

She turned to him and gave Akahito a look filled with ice. The boy grinned. "What?"

Robin sighed and turned around to continue practicing her craft. But Akahito did again with more electricity this time. Robin whirled around with angry eyes. "I don't appreciate that very much. Please stop."

Akahito rolled his eyes. "Yeah, what're you going to do about it?" He created another electrical shock that touched her body, but she never even flinched.

Amon walked quickly to the closet. Zaizen told him not to use it, but the safety hazard was too great. He pulled out the key…

"STOP." Robin said harshly. Everyone looked at her. Robin's eyes grew wide and fire leapt into the air. Amon assumed the idea was to block Akahito's electrical attacks but they missed their mark and instead the flame fell and disintegrated to the left.

Akahito chuckled. "What, that all you have? Don't tell me you expect to become a witch hunter when you can't use your own craft properly!" Amon turned the handle and reached inside…

"Shut. Up." She sent another flame up. This time, it was successful in hitting the electricity and stopped it from coming at her. This, Amon knew, was just a lucky shot that wouldn't happen again.

"Don't make me laugh." The boy chuckled. He prepared to shoot another charge.

"What's going ON here?" Kosaka opened the door. "I heard some shouts coming from here and-" He looked at Akahito. "…Are you the culprit, young man?" The boy shook his head furiously, but the other students around him nodded quickly. "Just as I thought. Come with me." Kosaka pulled him away.

Amon shut the closet.

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Fortunately for all of them, the rest of the training time went smoothly. The students practiced working on their crafts carefully and responsibly. Soon, the hour rolled by and eventually it was time to leave. Amon glanced at his watch and dismissed them when the time reached 9 o' clock. Most of them filed out of the room, but one remained behind.

Amon saw her approach him. "…Yes?" He didn't really have time for small talk, so he hoped it was important.

"Oh, um, I was just wondering something…" Robin's eyes flew to the ground and she shuffled her feet for a moment. She looked up at him. "Um, well it's nothing really…" Her voice trailed off.

Amon raised an eyebrow. This one was definitely different from the others…he was certain of it now. "If you have something on your mind, say so." Why was he so intrigued by her? He couldn't explain it…

Robin glanced to her right. "Well…it's just that, when Akahito and I had our…'dispute,' I saw you open the closet over there." She nodded over to the closet he had run to earlier…the one with the Orbo.

Amon stared at her. Had she seen…?

"…I don't know why, but I suddenly sensed something…something, well, bad. I can't explain it, but it was the first time I had ever felt anything like that." She looked at the closet. "Even now, I sense a feeling of dread from it…"

Amon looked down at the papers on his desk and shuffled them absently. "Try not to worry about it, Robin. You'll find out what's in there after about a week or two of training."

"Oh. Well, can I take a look just to reassure myself? I need to know…"

"No. It's important that we keep the contents inside there hidden until the proper date. You'd do best to forget about it."

Robin said nothing. He looked up at her from his work. Her green eyes pierced into him and for a few moments he could say nothing. Eventually her resolve wavered and she bowed gracefully. "…I'm sorry to have troubled you. Thank you for your time." Robin stood up again and began to leave.

"Wait." He said. She turned back to him curiously. "Robin, you appear to be the type that isn't satisfied unless you hear and understand the whole truth. I say this for your own good: try not to think about it anymore."

Before she could respond, Amon's students for his second class began to enter. Robin smiled sweetly and nodded, and then she left the room. When she was gone, Amon shook his head and sat back down at his desk. Why did he just do that? He probably made her even more interested. Amon thought about this no more, however, as the next class had begun.

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Amon sat down grudgingly at the table and began to eat. This was the table for all the instructors, and soon the others joined him. Judging by the look on their faces, they each had a terrible day during the last few hours. Amon said nothing and chewed his food quietly.

"Hey." He heard a voice say behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see Touko walk by and sit next to him. She placed her food down gently and glanced at him. "Amon? Is something…wrong?"

"No, nothing." He answered, and then continued to chew his food without further response.

"Oh…okay." Touko remained silent and began to stab at her salad with a fork. After awhile his brother made his entrance. Nagira sat across from them and dug into his bowl of pasta and meat. His expression was also an altogether unpleasant one and he didn't look up at them.

Michael yawned and bit into a doughnut. "Well, THAT was an interesting morning…"

Karasuma smiled. "I have some great potential hunters, I think. For the most part nothing went wrong. What about you guys?"

Nobody said anything, and Karasuma took this as a sign not to ask any further. Amon glanced out the nearby window and saw the girl named Robin walking down the path. "She must be going to lunch." He thought. And right now that didn't seem like a bad idea to him either…

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…Guess that's all. Thanks so much for reviewing everyone! Twenty-one, wow! Not a bad start for the first chappy, eh? Sorry you guys had to read through that attendance list, but it's important to know, really! More feedback is welcome! There's more to come of course! And now my Inuyasha fic has just been completed, so you can view the whole story there! R&R! Arigato, ja ne! ^_____^