"What?" Robin was confused. How could they keep her there for protection and not tell her why?
She was now alone on the bed. Amon had gotten up immediately and taken the conversation into the bathroom. Why were they trying to hide it from her? Wouldn't she be better off with the truth?
She folded her knees and hugged her legs close, listening to what she could. "Have you found him yet, Michael?" Amon asked the dark phone. "Female? No there's no light. Robin has done well in not using her craft," he paused. "We're safe for now?" he asked with a hint of anger in his whisper, "I don't think she is enjoying this anymore than I am." Another pause, "I'll try."
It was a woman after her? What was it she wanted? Once again, too many questions she had that were receiving no answers...
She shifted and let go of her legs as the sound of the bathroom door opening reverberated off the unseen walls. Waiting for him to return and keep her company, she crawled out to the edge of the bed to meet him. But he never came.
"Amon?"
"Don't worry about it, Robin," he replied from her left. He was sitting back on the floor again, leaving her to sit in the dark alone.
"But, Amon?" she called as she crawled out onto the floor searching for him. "Why are you really keeping me here?"
He took her hand and pulled her into his arms. "I told you not to worry," he told her, holding her close to his heart like she was his child. "I don't want you frightened or thinking you can take them."
"But, why can't I know? If even just their power over me, I need to know."
"No, you want to know." He sighed and pulled her closer with his arms wrapped tightly around her back. "It's a new witch that attacked your apartment that night. She channels her power through light, a power to use your own craft against you. She was after us both. Using your craft of the flame on each of us. She attacked you in your apartment, and me when I was on my way to my own. Fortunately, we both made it out alive. I got out of the car before it exploded without a scratch." He paused, "She attacked me first, when she did, she obviously struggled in using your power for the first time. She obviously wasn't ready. She drew the power from you too quickly though, causing you to nearly die. Doujima had found you there. Sakaki found us this place. I didn't want you worrying about all of that while we hid. We can't take her now; they're still trying to find her out. As long as she can channel through light, she would find us, and use your fire to kill us both. Once she has you dead, your power will be hers forever." He took her hand, "Please. Promise you wont go near the light. Please, Robin..."
She stayed silent and looked up searching for his face. She wanted to see him; she felt as if her sight was taken from her completely, she felt blind. She still longed to see his smile, and experience what it would do to her. She wanted to tell him, to ask him to smile, if not for himself, but to do it for her. But what would be the use of a smile in this dark? She couldn't see it.
He nudged her softly as if checking she was awake. "Robin?" he called as he ran a hand along her shoulder then up her neck towards her cheek.
"Why do you want me to stay away from the light? I want to remember what the world looks like!" she said quickly, "I miss the smiles, frowns, and even scowls. Why don't you ever smile Amon?" she had said it before realizing she was bringing her mental questions out vocally.
She reached up and set her hand on top of his that lay on her cheek while searching up for his own cheek. He was surprisingly warm, opposing to the cold look he always maintained. His own hands warmed her cheek like the love of a father for his child. Compared to her cold hands, his were of a god's warmth. She never could have imagined a moment such as this, even though they couldn't see each other.
It was almost as if the eyes weren't needed. The only good they did were for weeping, releasing lost feelings. All they needed were the senses of touch and hearing.
Amon seemed tired of waiting for her answer, "I will smile, please promise me, Robin."
She brushed his lips with her thumb, knowing the only way she would see his smile, was though her fingers. "Alright, I promise I will try."
She felt the edge of his lips curve lightly.
She felt as if her heart melted into a cool stream flowing through her veins causing her entire body to go numb. Even though the numbness made her feel relatively immobile, she managed to smile back. "Thank you, Amon. But that isn't much of a smile..."
"I will show you a real smile. But I cant show what cant be seen can I?" He leaned toward her and laid his chin on her shoulder, rubbing her back gently.
"I don't suppose..." was all she managed
Robin opened her eyes to the absence of picture. As always, the room was dark, nothing was to be seen. The only thing she was sure of was Amon's hair tickling the back of her neck. It seemed to become more often day-by-day that he would hold her. Sometimes she'd come to him, and there were times he came to her. It was more often they were sitting, but occasions had it at lying down.
She would curl into a tight ball and wait for him. Eventually, he'd come and wrap his arms around her, holding her close like a child. By then she would ease up from the fetal position accepting his comfort. She tried so hard not to ruin comfortable moments with him, trying not to ask him more about the witch that was after them.
She was comfortable now; she grew to enjoy the dark alone with him. She couldn't ever get to sleep without his arms around her.
Anytime Robin moved away, Amon moved closer. She would roll over onto her side, facing away from him, and Amon would scoot against her with his arms around her waist. She could feel every warm exhale he took blow over her neck, either down the side of her neck, or down her back.
She didn't wear the same black dress as she had before he took her here. She'd pull on any shirt she could manage to find in the dresser. She also found skirts in the back of the bottom drawer.
But she soon found herself restless. Just laying around all day still wasn't her style. Often she would attempt to pull from his grip to take a walk around the room, but would find him hard to get away from. His arms were comfortable and strong, but only led to an overdose of conserved energy.
Robin rolled back over, facing him, "Amon?"
"Yes, Robin?" he replied in a whisper. "Something wrong?" he asked as he slid his hand up to her cheek, stroking her skin lightly with the back of his hand.
"No, there is nothing wrong. I just want to get up...I'm tired of laying around."
Immediately he pulled his arms away, "I'm sorry, Robin. Was I bothering you?"
They both sat up and Robin scooted towards the edge of the bed. "No, no, it's fine, Amon. Don't worry, I only wish to move my legs. I am quite hungry."
He slipped an arm around her waist and stepped off the bed over her. "Get something, I found a bag of those American marshmallows in the kitchen, do you want any?" He took her hand helping her stand.
"I'll find what I want," she replied, turning towards the kitchen area.
Even as she walked he held onto her. He had his arms around her waist and head against her shoulder. Why was he suddenly so attached? It was as if he actually couldn't go anywhere without his arms around her. She feared he soon would follow her to the bathroom.
She extended her arm tracing the wall with her fingers as she walked. All that was in the kitchen were foods that didn't need to be cooked. The oven was barred shut, a metal sheet covered the stovetop, there was no toaster, and Amon forbade her to use the microwave.
The refrigerator was sorted like a small filing cabinet. The top shelf of the door was butter, which they rarely used. On the second were two large bottles of Orange Juice that only Robin ever drank. The top shelf inside the refrigerator were bottles of Frapucino's. Amon seemed to like them, but Robin missed her regular espresso. The bottom shelf was composed of different jars that one would have to open and smell just to know which one was what. A small cabinet above the fridge, being only a 5 by 15 in. shelf, was different brands of graham crackers. The only way she could tell they weren't the same was because they always tasted different. At times it was a chocolate-like taste, then others it was honey. Other cabinets had protein bars and packaged dry fruit. One large cabinet had a supply of water bottles.
She pulled the cabinet door open and grabbed a bottle of water. One of Amons arms reached past her and managed to grab a bottle before she had closed the cabinet shut. She went over to the small fridge, with Amon still hanging onto her, and grabbed a box of graham crackers from above it.
She walked back across the kitchen and set the box on the counter top. "Do you want any, Amon?" she asked him as she opened the box.
"I'm not hungry thank you, Robin."
She shrugged and pulled a cracker out of the box. "Dong you find this boring?" she asked in a whisper. She placed her hand on his wrist and pulled his arm away so she could turn to him.
"Only a little," he replied.
"What else is there to do?"
"What can you do without light?"
She smiled and nibbled at the edge of the graham cracker. "I'll hide, and you have to find me. Do you know that game, Amon?"
"I guess. Why would you want to play such a childish game?" he asked.
"It may be childish, Amon, but it is something other than laying around."
"I'm sure you could think of something else, Robin."
Robins eyes widened slightly. She knew he was getting close, but what was he doing? "Amon?..."