I'm back again, everybody! How have you been? I'm glad to see that some many liked my last chappy of this story. To your happiness probably, here's some more fluffiness! First though, a few A/N:

1) Like I always say, if I were to own WHR I would've changed the ending! A LOT! So yeah, don't own it.

2) I've seen commercials on Adult Swim that WHR will be taken off the air on Saturdays. Can I get a confirmation from someone about this? And does anyone know if it'll be put back on again soon? I'll be lost without it!

3) There will be a scene in the beginning of this chappy that is really cute. I won't ruin anything if you haven't begun reading it yet, but I am happy to inform you that I have made a little fanart based off this scene! It's true! Is it bad? Yes. Could it be worse? Yes. Did Vira spend a minimal amount of time drawing it? Yes. Is she bad at drawing cars? Yes. Is the light/spotlight thing on it done on purpose? Yes. Is it cute? I seem to think so! Anyways, to see it, go to my homepage in my profile and click on the link to fanart. If you ask me, the world needs more fluffy pictures of Amon and Robin! Help the cause! Draw some for me! (preferably with Amon shirtless) XD

Yeah, so that's all. The following fluffy chapter is dedicated to ALL disappointed WHR fans that hated the ending on the last episode and wish something would've happened between Amon and Robin, if only a little something. Hehe. Anyways, here it is!:

Emotions can be shown in so many different ways. A kiss...or a slap. A smile...or a frown. Each can express all feelings bottled up inside. Some, however, choose more complicated ways to show emotions. More may be conveyed. This is the simple truth one must learn to face.

Amon had fumbled for the keys in his pocket with great difficulty. Somehow they had managed to sluggishly walk down the hill while their lips remained locked to feverishly express their newly discovered feelings. Neither wanted to let go, and so Amon had quickly realized that it was nearly impossible to simply open the locked car door while Robin was doing a good job of distracting him by running her fingers through his hair. In order to momentarily halt her journey in his strands, Amon diverted her concentration away by gently grazing his lips against her neck. This caused her fingers to freeze long enough for him to properly unlock the door. Once opened, he picked Robin up swiftly while still connected through their lips and actually leaned over to set her down on the other side carefully. As a silent comeback to this, Robin pulled him down with her, and so Amon half stumbled into the car while kissing Robin with fervor. As he allowed her to tenderly rub the manly whiskers on the far bottom of his chin, his mind had stuck to his goal, and he began to put the keys in.

Her grip tightened on him. "Amon...not yet..." She pleaded between kisses. She tore his hand away from the ignition so that, once again, his attention would be concentrated on her. "Please, not yet..."

"...I need to take you home." Amon's kisses had turned to quick and hard ones as he pushed Robin's head back further in the seat. "We can't stay here all night." Without warning he tore open her mouth suddenly and began to feast on all that was within. Robin practically clawed the back of his neck with surprise.

"...I don't care." She answered once the opportunity was given. She gladly opened her soft lips wider to allow him access to even more, which Amon readily took. She was...growing to enjoy the feeling, he knew. "I don't want to leave."

'Childish.' He thought. But deep inside, Amon knew that he didn't want to leave her either. He needed Robin in his arms right now more than anything else. He tried to pull away in order to answer her, but Robin tugged on his collar strongly to push him back up. 'Stubborn.' He thought as he chuckled a little and began to affectionately stroke a few strands of her hair. Finally Amon asked her, "What would your grandfather think?"

"He...well..." She ran her fingers softly down his cheek, which made him shudder. "I've already told you about his condition. I honestly don't think he would notice—he's probably asleep right now."

But still Amon would not let her convince him. In order to gain the upper hand of this argument, he gazed into her with his slate eyes intensely and pulled away suddenly. She cried out, and tried to frantically push him back to her, but he wouldn't allow it. Instead, Amon successfully inserted the key into its proper place and started the car. He smirked a little at his triumph and sat down on the seat properly with satisfaction.

"A...Amon..." Her eyes were shaded with the golden bangs that had fallen loose from her tight hairstyle during their burst of frenzied emotion. His heart quivered violently at the tone of sadness in her voice—he thought he had won this battle, when in fact, he hadn't at all. Without thinking twice, Amon reached over and put a reassuring arm around her shoulder. She sighed a little, and then fell to the side in order to lean against his chest, which he gracefully allowed her to, and even shifted around to give her more room. She was so...fragile. They talked a few moments, and she explained to him the reason why it would be best. Robin reached up slowly and caressed the side of his neck urgently. He bent his head down and kissed the top of her forehead while deciding what to do.

"...Alright." He muttered finally against her skin. "You win." Reluctantly, Amon started the car again. She smiled with relief and gave him a grateful kiss on the cheek. He jumped a little when he felt this touch, but quickly eased into her head.

His coat fell slowly to the ground after Robin had tugged it gently off his shoulders. After some more soft, deep kisses, Amon wrapped her inside of his arms protectively and gently nuzzled his face against Robin's neck from behind. He felt her shiver slightly at the feeling. As he stared affectionately at the slender figure intertwined in his arms, he realized just how dear Robin really was to him. 'I will always watch over you, Robin. I promise.'

She tugged on his hand anxiously. He nodded, and leaned down to caress the back of her neck with his gentle breath. In the end, Robin had won the argument, and now here they were, in his apartment instead. Both fully understood the severe consequences that would be made if they were to be seen, but that didn't matter right now. In one swift movement, Amon had picked Robin up and walked calmly into another room...his bedroom. He set her down carefully on the bed and was sure to arrange a pillow under her head in a half protective, half mindful sort of way. He was rewarded by a quick kiss on the lips—the kind of kiss that had left him wanting more. Reluctantly, Amon moved away from Robin in order to find an extra pillow (he normally had use for only one, of course) and an over-sized shirt that he had always kept, which could be given to Robin for the night.

As he was looking for these items, he stopped in the bathroom to wash his face. Amon looked at himself in the mirror, and was shocked to see the person staring back at him. No longer did he look so cold with a foreboding expression—instead, there was a gentle warmth evident in his eyes. He pressed his hand to the glass, as if to search for his old, familiar self...but it would not come. 'What did she DO to me!?' He asked himself while staring back at the face.

But he was tired, and Robin was waiting for him in the next room, and it didn't really matter now anyways. 'I will ask her in the morning.' He had quickly decided. As Amon took a step outside, he suddenly felt a new feeling plummet into his gut, and he knew that he was beginning to feel nervous in the severest of ways. No one else had ever spent a night in his apartment before...especially a female. Amon gulped in a feeble effort to swallow his fears, and walked slowly back to Robin.

His eyes widened, and he had immediately noticed that she had smoothed her hair out and let it fall gently down on either side of her shoulders. She smiled. "Hello, Amon."

Wordlessly Amon reached out and handed her the shirt. Robin nodded and took it, walked over into a different room to change. Amon waited politely by sitting on the bed thoughtfully.

He recalled the real reason she was here—true, they both wanted to be together, but there was more to it than just that. Back in the car during their debate on what to do, Robin had nervously reminded him that she had broken into the Factory not a few hours prior, and was almost caught. For all they knew, someone might've seen them. It was quite possible that the Factory had made inquiries as to where each member of the group lived. For this night at least, Robin was not safe. He would probably find out any information Solomon knew in the morning, but until then, they could risk Robin being alone in her house for the night. And so, he would watch over her for now, in his unsuspecting apartment. No one would ever think to search in a home where a worker under Zaizen lived. For the time being, Robin was safe.

Amon's thoughts were snapped away when he felt gentle arms wrap around his shoulders from behind. "…You're thinking about it again, aren't you?" She whispered softly into his ear. "…Don't. You look tired now, Amon—got to sleep for me."

Without turning around, he reached up and grasped her hand firmly. Contrary to what he appeared to be, Amon had little idea of what he should do next. Should he assure her everything as okay? Go to sleep? Ask her what happened in the Factory? He wasn't as strong as he looked. However, she didn't know that, and he wasn't about to leave her with doubts. Amon nodded to this with new determination and turned around slowly to face her.

He breathed in quietly and looked at her. "…Robin, I happened to glance at myself in the mirror while washing my face for the night. It…" He paused to study her expression. "That spell of yours…it must've been very powerful. I don't think I could go back to the way I was if I tried."

Amon could tell Robin was trying to desperately suppress a giggle, but it wasn't working too well. "Oh Amon…" She leaned forward into his chest and smiled. "…There never was a spell that I used on you. I just let my eyes give the impression that there was one. You only think I cast something onto you…and I allowed you to think that. Whatever happened to your face…you did that all on your own." She chuckled and gave him a small hug.

He sat there looking down at her, stunned. He didn't move or say anything for several moments, until finally Robin shook him gently. The realization of it all had hit him harder than he could have ever imagined. His own emotions for Robin that had been bottled up for so long was the reason why his feelings had crashed down onto her warm lips in that single moment above the city.

"…Amon? Are you okay?" Green eyes looked back at him questioningly.

He nodded slowly, and pulled her close. Without saying a word to her, Amon nudged Robin down very gently to lie on the bed. He reached down to pull the covers over her. Then, sitting up, he stretched on arm over his back and eased off his sweatshirt. The sudden coolness of the atmosphere felt good to him. He glanced back at Robin—she was looking at him with soft eyes. He was still wearing an undershirt, so she showed no signs of blushing. He smirked a little, and, after stretching all the happenings of the day away from his body, Amon moved next to her and slipped under the blanket. She smiled as she felt him near, and she scoot closer. They both knew the situation wasn't exactly innocent, but Amon felt it was natural to them, there under the sheets, like it was always supposed to be that way. She was…his missing piece, and now he found her.

Just before going to sleep, he slowly crept his hand next to hers and waited patiently. Sure enough, he felt Robin respond to the touch by edging her fingers hesitantly into his and laced them gently together. A smile passed Amon's mouth, and then he closed his eyes to enter a deep sleep.

Strangely, it was the first time he had dreamt of anything in several years. He had completely forgotten what it was like. Or, maybe he had, but he would immediately forget about it in the morning. Strange…

In any case, he was dreaming tonight. The place was…odd, and had a different feel that he couldn't quite put his finger on. But it was something halfway between a sad coldness…and a foreboding fear. Amon looked around curiously for a moment of two, and then began to walk down the dark hallways. "Hello?" Echoes of his own voice answered him.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps. Amon's hunting instincts took over and he leapt to a corner of a nearby door. The person came closer, closer, and then was gone. Amon peered out for a moment, then quickly followed whoever it was down the corridor. He or she pushed a door open, which Amon could see was labeled 'Storage Room 12'. Swift as lightning, he ran forward into it.

The area was dimly lit—only the screens of several computers and one flickering bulb was the only things there. The person Amon had seen was a man. He moved over to a huge tube and pressed a button to drain it. As Amon studied closer, he realized that, to his horror, there was a person emerging from there. A woman. But not just ANY woman. His eyes widened with complete shock.

It was his mother.

The man proceeded to take off several wires and patches from her. She blinked a few times, and then looked around emotionlessly. She even looked straight at Amon—but there was no reaction from her. Rage fell upon him quickly. He ran over to punch the man and grab her away from him. But…his fist only went straight through his body. Amon blinked at it in confusion, then stood tall again in comprehension.

"This is a dream." He whispered with realization.

"I'm afraid you're going to be moved to another storage area." The man said to her harshly. "You will be going with the other experiments, understand?" She made no sign to show that she was listening, but the man didn't care, apparently.

"I'm going to give you a shot now so you don't run away…" He took out a syringe full of some sort of drug. Amon's fists tightened within his gloves and he looked away until it was over. The man put it back into his pocket. In her weakened state, his mother fell down to the ground. Amon rushed over to help her up, but then he remembered that he couldn't, and his arms fell to the side with anger.

"Now then," the man continued, "You stay here. I'm going to bring in the witch that will be your replacement here. The door will be locked until I come back, so don't try anything funny, you hear?" His mother coughed violently, which was a good enough answer for him. He walked away from her and closed the door behind him.

Amon looked around to study his surroundings more. "Did he say a…witch? This can't be…" He glanced at his mother again. "…Yes, this MUST be it. This is where she went to…the Factory." He had never quite imagined that it would look like this—rather, an unclean place with old cobwebs, dimly lit corridors, and a disgusting musky smell everywhere.

And what did the man mean when he said 'the other experiments'? Was his mother a part of a large test that the Factory was conducting? If so, what was it about exactly? And who for? Were there other witches involved as well?

Amon walked over to one of the desks where the man had left some papers before leaving. The words 'Project: Memory Reconstruction' caught his eye. Before he could read it through however, the man entered the room again suddenly and grabbed the paper from the desk. Amon scowled at him. As the man walked further into the light, Amon's breath hitched abruptly when he caught sight of the person the man had brought with him.

"R…Robin!"

In the midst of his surprise he ran over desperately and inspected her face closer.

No. It was not Robin.

But the resemblance was too striking similar to be only a mere coincidence. The woman had longer hair and a face that was older than the Robin he knew. Could this person possibly be her…?

The man pushed the woman forward. "Sit here. Since I already gave you your shot we won't worry about that. I'm going to find some files so the transfer of rooms will be written up. And don't try anything funny you two, if you know what I mean. I'll be back soon enough, got it?" They nodded feebly. The man gave a 'hmph' of satisfaction, and then left.

There was a deep silence in the room once the door was shut. It was…a chilling silence. Amon imagined that it was their surroundings that gave such a particular effect. Suddenly, his mother looked at the woman who had a resemblance to Robin. "You are expecting a child." She mumbled, groggy from the drug.

The woman looked up at her in surprise. "Y-Yes! Am I starting to show it already?" She looked down at her belly.

His mother smiled. "It's part of my craft. I can mold memories into how I see fit. Which is why they need me for part of the Solomon Memory Reconstruction Project. In fact, I'm recording this memory right now."

She scoffed. "Now? What is the use of preserving a memory here? We all wish to forget."

"…Yes. But this memory won't be for me to look back to. It will be for an outsider. Someone who can see the truth about what happens in here." She looked at her. "…I…I need you to do something for me. I don't have much time left—after this experiment is completed, they'll probably kill me."

Amon balled his fists tightly as he listened on to their conversation. Was this really how it happened? This wasn't really just a dream, he could tell. What was his mother trying to tell him? There was a message within this, he knew. Was it about the Factory? Amon listened on quietly.

"Once I leave this behind, the memory will stop recording. I can place events of the past into material objects. In this case…" She reached a hand to her shirt and pulled out something from within. Amon's eyes widened in immediate recognition—it was the necklace that his mother was so very fond of. And…it was the same one that currently belonged to Robin. "Did she…?"

"I am placing my recorded memories inside of here. In a state of sleep a person may be able to see the small history that I am placing within. The truth may yet come out about witches and the Factory."

The woman nodded. "I understand now. But what do you want me to do?"

His mother sighed. "Yes, now this is where you come in. I want you to take this. I doubt there is any chance for either of us, but especially me since I will surely die after the experiment is over. However…there is still hope that you may be able to escape. Even if you don't, your child will still live. Therefore, when he or she is born, hand this off to him or her. Your child will be my hope." She handed the necklace off to the woman, who nodded solemnly. His mother sighed. "I only wish my son…I only wish I could say goodbye to my son."

The woman nodded again. "I'm sure it must be hard for you. What's his name?"

She smiled with wet eyes. "Amon."

Suddenly, the door burst open—the man had come back. "Don't forget now." She whispered quickly. "Make sure this necklace makes its way outside." The woman nodded and clutched it tightly. "Good. I'm going to stop the recording now. Goodbye."

As the man grabbed his mother by the arm and dragged her away, she gave one last confident look to the woman before she was gone. Amon tried desperately to run after here, but the further he ran, the more the world around him faded, until there was only darkness.

He woke up with a start.

After a moment or two of coming to his senses, Amon turned over to his side. Robin was there, awake, and looking at him with a frightened look on her face. "Amon? Are you awake now? You were mumbling some things loudly just now, and tossing back and forth."

He blinked slowly. "I…" He felt something in his hand suddenly. Upon opening his fingers up, he saw that he had been holding Robin's necklace while he was asleep. It was glowing a soft red, and once he let go, the small, vivid radiance died away.

Review Responses:

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ni9htdreame12: Arigato! When then I hope you will be able to read this update!

The Teen Witch0043: Thanks, I'm glad you liked it!

BlackRose321: Yeah I hate it when that happens! Lol, it's at the climax of the story and you wanna know what happens, but the author looses interest. Well I can assure you that's not going to happen with this story!

Trekgirl01: Haha I love Harry, he's like some sort of best adult friend that I've never had. Poor guy though, about his son and all…

FlamingIcePendulum: lol yeah, if only…

Tsukinoko1: Yes it's true they could've broken the windows, but the problem was that they were too small to climb through. And yes, fluff = cute. Hehehe.

Wake-Robin: Hahaha, another fan of that kiss I see! Well I'm glad you liked it.

Haruya: Yeah, things will become a little awkward (that's when people will start suspecting things, heh). I hope she'll pass the class now! =D

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Namiko-Daughter of Sekhmet: Hehe, fluff is definitely something to bow down to, especially with Amon and Robin!

Youkai no Yume: Hey, how'd you get here? Lol. I don't see what could be much worse than that, but if you say so! Then here's a nice update for you.

Yuna of Paradise: Yeah I think it's so cute that they don't care about their instructor/teacher relationship. Well I hope you like this chappy!

Sesshoumarusgirl123: OH yes, I wish very much so that would happen to me…XD

Ein: Yeah I did see that episode. I was sad when that guy said the flower maiden won't live very long, though.

Cat: It's my favorite too! =D I'm glad to hear you liked it!

Seed-of-Flame: Yep, fluff is good! Hehehe…

Gundamwinggirl: Yeah, more kisses! Lots more! More kisses is fun! XD

isis: Thank you. I hope you'll be able to read this update!

DarkPyroPlanet: Well she remembered it from her studies, and so she had the chant memorized. PICKLES!! Happy Vira, happy happy…

deadly-kiss: Glad to hear it!

Chii-chan: Really? I don't think I spelled it wrong or anything…well you can always do a search I suppose, right?

Beautiful Witch Hunter Robin: Yeah I definitely think this chappy is much more fluffier than the last one. Hehehe.

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Speaker for Psychopaths: Yep yep, definitely more to come! I wouldn't leave you hanging like that, now would I? Lol.

Shawn Provoncha: Haha, yeah it sure was…that was everyone's favorite part!

Goth Musician: Ah, you're making me blush…well if it was the kiss you like, there's plenty more in this chapter! =D

Okay, that's all! I really hope you guys liked this chapter! To sum it up, fluffiness, mysterious pasts, nice feelings, and of course, Vira's fanart! Hehehe. Well, I'm done for now. R&R! Arigato, ja ne!