Hi all of my wonderful readers/reviewers, Vira's back and ready to post some fluffage! Hehehe. First though, some A/Ns:
1) Do I really have to say it!? I don't own WHR!
2) Yes yes yes, as promised, this is the major fluff chapter! I know I made you guys wait a long time for it (though there WAS that one chapter in the cold room…hmm…) so anyways, here it is at last!
3) Vira is sad! One of her great admirers on FF.net had her account deleted—Youkai Yume! If you guys could be reeeeally nice to me, you'd review for her stories, which mainly include Inuyasha ones, but also a [very] good WHR one! The poor thing, one of her stories had 2000 reviews, and now it's all gone! Her new name is Youkai no Yume I believe. If you do, the next chappy will have an extra amount of fluff! Promise! =D
…Guess that's all. Anyways, as promised, here's the fluffy chapter for all of my dear readers. Hope you like it:
Secrets cannot be held to silence for very long. The longer a secret is kept, the greater the urge to say it. Sometimes we don't want it to be known, but deception can be a great burden. This is the simple truth one must learn to face.
They closed the doors to his car simultaneously. Amon felt around in his pockets for the keys, found them, and started the car. He pulled out of the parking lot and began the drive to Harry's. It was a quiet ride for the most part, with the exception of the sneezes from Robin occasionally. He pulled into the right of the place after a few minutes and unlocked the doors. "We're here." She nodded and they got out together.
"This looks like a very nice place to eat." Robin commented upon a short observation of the restaurant's outside. "Although, judging by the number of cars in the parking lot, not too many people go here…"
Amon shook his head. "Not many know about this place—Harry is a very modest person and will never advertise. Besides, dinner hours ended a while ago. Customers don't normally come at this time of the night."
"Oh, I see." She nodded in comprehension. Amon led her into the restaurant. He motioned for her to come sit at the stools with him, where Harry himself was standing. He smiled to her gently
"My my my, Amon…I must say this is unusual for you. And what's your name, ma'am?" Harry looked at Robin with friendly eyes.
"Rob-" She sneezed suddenly and quickly took out her handkerchief. "Robin. My name is Robin." She blushed slightly and, after blowing her nose, tucked it back into her pocket.
"Ah, you are beautifully named, Robin. A robin's eggs have, perhaps, a similar color to your eyes." Amon smiled next to her as she giggled a little. Harry always was a bit of a poet. "Now then, we need to get you some of my homemade tea for that sneeze of yours. A young lady such as yourself shouldn't have to go around with a cold. I'll make some right away." Harry turned around to begin preparing it.
"Her eyes widened a little. "Oh—oh, that's okay, I didn't bring any money…"
"This cup is on the house." He replied. "A new friend of Amon's always deserves at least one free drink here." Harry winked at her.
She sneezed again. "…That's very kind of you, then. Thank you."
"It's no trouble…" He poured some water into a container to boil. "Anything for you, Amon?"
"I'll have the usual, Harry."
"Excellent. Everything will be ready in about ten minutes." He began to grab a few ingredients from the shelves.
As he was doing this, Amon turned to her and asked, "You have no cuts on your body from the Factory, right? I have heard rumors that some of the chemicals used there is fatal if administered through the blood system."
Robin shook her head. "No, I'm fine. The only thing I brought back from the Factory at all was the notebook I found…"
"The notebook…" Amon's eyes flashed at a sudden thought. "…Robin, go and find it in the car. It should be unlocked. I have just thought of something suddenly." She looked at him curiously for a moment, and then stood up to leave.
"Okay."
Once she was gone, Amon looked back at Harry. He was smiling knowingly.
"At first, I did't completely understand when you first told me, Amon…" Harry gazed out the window and saw her walk over to his car. "…But now that I have seen her, I see why."
Amon was amused. "I'm glad that you approve of her, Harry."
His brow narrowed with thought. "But there is still something about Robin that I can't quite place my finger on. I believe she may have a gift, Amon…and I fear it may evolve into something much more powerful than she will be able to control."
"Robin is not weak."
"No, I don't think she is. But then again, neither was…my son…" Something caught in his throat suddenly, and he turned away.
"Here it is!" Robin called to them at the front door. "I found it." She walked over to them and set it down on the counter. Amon inspected it closely. The edges were faded—it looked to be a decade or two old. The spirals for the notebook were rusted, and several pages were torn. He leafed through it carefully. Eventually he got to a sort of title page, which simply read:
Project: Memory Reconstruction
Solomon Experiment # 17
Test Subjects 0030 – 0059
Lead and funded by Solomon, Japan. The following information and all data collected are strictly confidential. Only those with sufficient privileges within Solomon may read any classified data from within.
"Very interesting." Amon murmured. "But what does it mean?"
"Memory Reconstruction? For who?" Robin stared down at the first page with puzzlement.
Amon closed the book suddenly. His face had gone white. "Let's try to not worry about it right now. Here's your tea, Robin."
Harry had placed her tea-filled cup down and smiled. "…There you go, Miss Robin. This should take your cold away soon after drinking it." She smiled gratefully and thanked him. "And for you, Amon…" Harry handed him a small mug. "Your coffee, the way you normally like it."
"Thanks." Amon took it in his hand and drank some down calmly. He glanced over at Robin—she was sipping hers in the most delicate of ways. 'You don't have to be so polite in front of Harry and I,' he thought.
"Well, I'm going to start cleaning the kitchen for the night." Harry said to them. He smiled at Robin one last time. "It was very nice to meet you, Miss Robin. You should come back some time. I'll be looking forward to it if you decide to."
Robin beamed happily. "You're very kind, Harry. Thank you, I think I will."
He nodded politely to them one last time, and then disappeared through a door to the back. This left Amon and Robin in an uncomfortable silence. He looked at her from the corner of his eyes, and by doing so, something became momentarily stuck in his throat. There it was again…her smile—the one that made him genuinely feel…something inside. He STILL couldn't explain it. Amon quickly drank down some more coffee to force the feeling back.
"You…okay, Amon?" Robin was looking at him now. "You're not, um…choking, right?" She took the mug from his hands, and for a split second, their fingers had touched. Both immediately retracted from it, and they looked away from each other. 'Her skin…so soft…' The tenderness of it had quickly transformed into a plague, and in no time at all, it had engulfed his skin. It ran up his spine lightly, making him ache in misery. Finally, it reached his heart and began to caress it in the gentlest of ways. But that was only the beginning of what was to come, as he would later find out.
"Robin…" He whispered. "I can…take no more…" Amon clutched his chest.
She blinked. "Huh? Did you say something, Amon?"
He straightened up from the stool. "Are you finished with your tea? We should go now, Harry will be closing shortly."
She glanced down at the mug on the counter while he put down some money. "But—shouldn't you at least finish your coffee first?"
"…Forget it. I don't need the rest, anyways. C'mon Robin, I'll take you home…" He reached for his coat, but she laid a hand down on his arm. The same feeling tore at his heart, and he looked back at her questioningly.
"…Please, not just yet. There's still something that I need to show you." Robin looked up at him with asking eyes.
His stance loosened. "…Fine. But both of us need to go to the STN-J tomorrow…if you haven't forgotten."
She nodded eagerly. "Oh—I know, I know. Thanks, Amon." Then with the arm that she was still grabbing, Robin pulled him towards the door. "Well let's hurry then! Come on Amon, let's go!"
They got into the car quickly. Amon had a funny feeling about the whole thing, but he figured by now Robin was trustable. He started the car and she began to tell him the way there. Robin blushed a little. "It's not that far, really. I passed it one day while I was riding downtown. We'll see it soon enough."
'What am I doing?' Amon kept repeatedly asking himself. 'Why am I going through all of this? Just take her home—both of you have seen enough adventure for one night.' But still…he had continued to humor her. He couldn't help but feel a little curious, and also a little regret if he didn't allow her to show them wherever she had in mind.
"Now turn left here. It's up a hill. We'll be coming up to it soon."
"Okay." He turned the steering wheel and inched further to whatever their destination was. Sure enough, they soon were approaching a hill to the left. Amon looked at it curiously. "Is that the one?"
Robin nodded. "Yes. You can pull up over there and park your car at that spot." She pointed to it.
He sighed. "I don't understand…there's nothing here."
She smiled. "There will be. You'll see soon enough."
Amon grumbled under his breath. He didn't have the time for things like this. 'I have to get up early. An instructor's morning requires far more time than a student's does. If I'm lucky now, Zaizen won't notice if I look more tired than usual. After all, his theory has always been that a tired instructor translates to less attention on the students, which-'
His thoughts were interrupted by a sweet giggle from Robin, which immediately caused all thoughts of sleeping late to fly away from his mind. "You can shut off the car now, Amon. We're here."
He mumbled his sudden realization to this and shut off the engine. "Okay, now show me whatever this whole thing is about." His voice held a hint of skepticism behind it.
"Right!" Robin leaned into her seat and pulled out the notebook that they had examined earlier. "I'll be needing this…okay, let's go!"
They climbed up the hill together. Amon had wondered silently how Robin could manage climbing the hill, which was rather steep, while wearing the long dress of hers. One thing was for sure—he could never manage to do the same in a million years.
Once they reached the top, he looked around. From here, you could see the majority of the city. The lights below were greatly shimmering before his eyes, and people were small shapes. Best of all though, the stars were much clearer up here, and the full moon shone down upon them. Combined with the lights of the city, stars, and moon, they could see very clearly. It was a beautiful place to be.
He turned to Robin and could tell she was looking at it all as well. "…Now what?" He coughed lightly.
She blinked and jumped a little, as if his voice had suddenly broken her away from some kind of spell. "Oh! Uh…right, right." Robin bent down and opened the notebook to a certain page. "I remember seeing this symbol while you were leafing through it earlier." She explained. "…And I think that I can use it for my craft, I've seen it before in my studies. Now…"
Robin felt around, and finally picked up a stick. She drew a quick, perfect symbol that was exactly identical to the one in the book. After looking it over and nodding in satisfaction, Robin pressed her hand on the very top of it. The markings began to glow. She stood. "Now watch…" Her eyes lit up suddenly, and a flame appeared in front of them. It hovered there, and, much to Amon's amazement did not go out. He saw Robin's lips move, and he realized that she was uttering a chant. Suddenly, the flame had double, and then doubled again—only this time, they were four different colors: a pure white, a cool green, a sparkly blue, and a rich red. In a blink of an eye they continued to multiply.
"They represent the four elements." Robin whispered. "Wind…Earth…Water…and…"
"…Fire." He said. She nodded. "But what's the whole point of this? What are you going to show me?"
Robin simply smiled. "You'll see, Amon." At this point there was about 24 of them. She uttered another part of the chant, and they began to move. The flames flew joyously around them in perfect symmetric circles. The sky danced with colors of red, blue, green, and white. Soon they were only ribbons that sparkled brightly under the moonlight. Then, to Amon's great surprise, all 24 merged into one, and it exploded silently with small bursts that appeared to be more beautiful than fireworks.
Amon gazed around him in wonder, and then looked back at Robin. "Robin, this is amaz-"
And suddenly, to his surprise, she stumbled down a little. Thoughts of fear quickly raced through his mind, and Amon reached out to catch her. "Robin! What's wrong?" He steadied her but did not let go yet.
She smiled, and relief washed over him. "S-Sorry." Robin breathed. "I guess that spell was a little more powerful than I thought it would be. But I'm fine now." As she was lifting her head up, the top of her face had accidentally brushed against the line between his shirt and his neck. Amon sucked in his breath—once again the softness of her skin had pierced his soul and buried deeply into his heart. This time, however, Amon could fully appreciate the fragrance of her hair up against him. It filled his nostrils and he quickly became intoxicated by her smell. But it was Robin's eyes that did it. She looked up at him innocently, and then smiled.
"Robin…" He muttered. "Stop it…before…before…"
"Don't try to fight it." She answered, her warm whispers caressing his heart. "I will break the ice away." Amon looked at her with curious inquiry. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, as if Robin had just cast her flame upon him. The blaze from her eyes had consumed him in an instant. Amon felt it move further and further inside of his chest, and, as he gazed strongly into her eyes, the cold barrier around his heart had gradually melted away from the power of Robin's flame, and a gentle warmth had replaced it. His hand moved up slowly, hesitantly, and pulled her neck closer.
She gasped a little, and looked up at him with surprise. "A…Amon?" His thumb had tenderly traced her jaw line, then captured some of her strands and stroked them gently. She stared at him in shock. "Your face…it's different somehow…"
And indeed, his brow had softened considerably from the new warmth that he felt in his heart. And he had Robin to thank for that. Amon pulled her closer to him suddenly. She gasped—their faces were so very near. "Robin…" He breathed. "…You're wonderful…" Amon smiled full and true for the first time in years.
And then, he kissed her.
He felt her suck in her breath in shock as his lips pressed against hers in the most lightest of ways. Amon drew her even closer while continuing to gratefully feel her mouth. But Robin made no movement. 'Please.' He pleaded silently. 'Please don't tell me this was a mistake.'
Amon broke his lips away from hers and looked intensely down at her. "Robin, I don't care if you're my student and I'm your instructor. I don't…I don't, so…" He looked at her in misery. "What's wrong?" Amon grasped her hand firmly close to his chest, and he knew that she could feel how rapidly his heart was beating.
Her eyelids fell down halfway. "…I know." She answered. "And, what of Touko? If she is yours instead…"
Relief washed over him—so that was it, Robin didn't know that he had already broken up with Touko long ago. He smiled again. "We've been through for a long time now, there's no need to worry about that."
"Oh." Her manner had eased considerably, and she fell limp against him. "Amon..."
Amon chuckled a little. "…Anything else you wish to know?"
She giggled, and buried her head into his warm chest, which he was more than happy to allow her to. "…No, I suppose not."
"…Good." Amon lifted Robin's chin up gently, and his lips had found their soft home once more. She gasped again—something that he was growing to enjoy. Hesitantly, Robin brought her hand up to his face and caressed his cheek with sweet fervor. Her other hand rested against his shoulder and rubbed the muscle there compassionately. This caused Amon to flood her lips with his own, and waited until she couldn't breath. When Robin gasped for air, her lips parted, which was his opportunity to open them wider and caress the soft inside. Both were in a burning bliss as the light from the flame fireworks that Robin had made slowly died down into the coolness of the night.
Review Responses:
Wake-Robin: Why thank you! =D Amon does a good job with warning her, hehe.
My-Immortal666: Yes yes, fluff! I hope it was enough!
Namiko-Daughter of Sekhmet: Arigato, hope you will enjoy this one as well!
Yuna of Paradise: Hahaha, all of my cousins are younger than me, save one—and I also have only one female cousin. It sucks, I tell ya…
The Teen Witch0043: Erm, well I don't know really…it's just that, in the show, Amon acts like a sort of mentor for Robin even though he doesn't really care, and I kind of pulled it all together from there. I'm making a lot of this up as I go along, believe it or not! =D
Haruya: Teh yay, evil forks are avoided! Success! Well I really really hope you like the fluff in this chappy! And thanks for explaining the recommend thing, that's kind of weird, because it doesn't appear to be doing anything. :/
Goth Musician: Aw, you missed it too huh? Well I guess that kinda sucks for both of us, lol. Anyways, I'm glad you liked it so much!
Aisling Niamh: Huh? Amon and Laundry!? Lol…
dragon's lair: Hehe, I'm glad you liked that!
Seed-of-Flame: Aw poor thing, you missed the shows too…well here's some fluff to make it better! =D
Ein: Haha what a cool name…anyways, I can't say I'm a big fan of Tsume's pants myself. Granted, he's hot and everything, but there IS such a thing as too low, if you know what I mean…lol.
Sesshoumarusgirl123: Why thank you! Here's a nice update for you then…
theUniverseBeyond: Yeah I'll explain it later on, if I remember to that is…heh.
BlackRose321: YES, Amon's character is insanely hard to do. I mean, you never know WHAT the guy is thinking! I wish they would give me something to work with in the show, lol.
Amon's Angel of Darkness: WOW. You now hold the record for the longest review in one of Vira's stories. THANK YOU SO MUCH! Now I know what happened, and Vira = happy. Anyways, no, Sakaki and Doujima don't work for Solomon. Yes, we'll see more of Nagira later on. I'm not sure at the moment what I'm going to do with Michael, but he'll appear again in the story. Amon knew where to find her…because he just did, lol. Yes, Zaizen will know. Yes, they'll take another trip to the factory. Yes, Amon has a [very vague] idea of what the Orbo does. Any more questions? Lol.
Trekgirl01: Yeah I sorta did do that intentionally. I dunno why I did, but I think it was kind of a cool effect. =D
EmpressJudge: Haha I don't know whether that's good or bad…maybe I'll know for sure in this chapter?
Row: Lol, that's okay, I really don't mind…well I hope you'll be able to read this update!
Anime/Manga Fanatic: Well don't forget Koga! But yeah I agree, I wish Inuyasha would just choose already…well thanks for the info about the DVR, and who knows, I may get it in the future…
crazy spiderman fan: Oh my, I certainly wouldn't say it's the best…but thank you, I hope you'll be able to read the update, then.
Speaker for Psychopaths: Lol, I don't think I'd say that patience is one of your virtues! =D I understand though, all of you have been waiting a long time for some good fluff…hope you really liked it.
Momola: Hehe, I updated on the same day you reviewed! Here's some nice fluff for ya!
Phew, that took a long time. Anyways, tell me what you think! Did I do a good job with the fluff? Was it enough to satisfy some of your fluffage needs? I know to some of my reviewers, you can NEVER have enough fluff…hehehe. Well the last scene will continue on to the next chappy, so stick around! And don't forget to review the stories for Youkai no Yume! Anyways, R&R! Arigato, ja ne!