Chapter One:
Somewhere I Belong
Disclaimer:Yes I know I didn't do this yesterday, so I'll do it now. I don't own WHR or the characters. I do own this story and it's characters, however, so don't steal them please.
XWarning!X: This story may contain spoilers for those who have not seen the actual anime.
Amon shot up in bed; sweat making his hair stick to his forehead. Looking around, he noticed he was still in his apartment. Breathing a sigh in relief, the star hunter flopped back down on his sheets, letting his chest continue to rise and fall with his breathing.
He could hear music somewhere. Probably from the old woman next door. He could smell coffee brewing from downstairs, wafting up through the ventilation system.
Amon opened his eyes, closing them again when he felt the familiar strain of tears coming to them. The smell of coffee only succeeded in reminding him of Robin. He remembered how she always made it as soon as she got to the office in the mornings. He had always loved her coffee, though he would never have admit it to her face. Amon could almost hear her voice asking him if he wanted her to make it.
A bird chirped somewhere outside his window, bringing Amon back to the gloomy reality of his dreary apartment. Grunting with the effort, the young man finally got himself out of his bed.
I guess I'm going to have to make it myself this morning. He thought to himself as he unsteadily hobbled down the hallway and into his kitchen.
This room wasn't any less gloomy than the rest of the apartment. In fact, it could've been possible that this was the gloomiest room in the whole complex. The curtains were hardly ever drawn back and everything had began collecting dust. Amon was obviously not very big on cleaning.
In fact, he hated it. Would never have anything to do with it. Would never be caught dead in an apron.
Amon sighed as he set the coffee maker to do its work; then set about making a small breakfast for himself.
It had been almost two years since Robin left Japan. Her destination had been the states. She had felt that it was the safest place she could go to get away from Zaizen. She would've had to have started a new life. She would have to change her ways and her cloths. Possibly her hairstyle.
Amon chuckled as he thought of Robin in anything but those odd pigtails she had always worn. It was a little difficult, be he managed to imagine her in a high ponytail. He amitted that it looked rather strange. He liked her old image better.
Sighing, Amon sat down at his small, kitchen table with a muffin in his hand. Damn, would he have given anything to see her again. It wouldn't have mattered what she looked like; just as long as he could look her straight in the face. He wondered if she looked like how she had appeared in his dream. Still the same features but slightly older. The last time Amon had seen her, she had almost this childlike quality to her face. She had always looked so innocent.
The soft buzzer of the coffee maker caught Amon's attention and brought him out of his fantasy. Grabbing a mug out of a cabinet, the hunter quickly poured in some of the hot liquid and sat down with his cup in hand.
Just as he was about to take a sip, Amon jumped slightly when heard a cellphone ring from somewhere deep within his coat, which was slung over the back of the chair opposite him.
Sighing for the fourth time since he got up that morning, Amon sluggishly stood up from his chair and went over to his jacket. Setting his mug down on the table, he began to search all the deep pockets for the unhappy cellphone.
I'm going to have to get a new coat with shallower pockets. He thought to bitterly. At last feeling his fingers close around the shaking object, Amon pulled the cellphone out of his jacket. He pressed the talk button and held it to his ear.
"This is Amon. Talk." He commanded dryly into the reciever. A familiar voice answered his from the other side.
"Hey, Amon. It's Michael." The young hacker said, his voice quavering with excitement. "Listen, we've got us a strange case. A body was found this morning in a parking garage and its insides were totally devoided of all its organs. Looks like a witch." Michael was all hyped up with his giddy emotions. Amon rolled his eyes.
"Alright. I'll be right in." He told the boy, hanging up before Michael could say anything else. Completely ignoring his unfinished coffee, Amon grabbed his jacket off of the chair and made his way back to his bedroom to change.
Amon stepped outside his apartment complex and into the bright sunlight. Squinting, he began walking down the sidewalk towards the 'STN-J's office'. Sure, he had a car. But today, he just felt like walking.
As he was slowly tromping down the street, Amon took notice of a group of rugged teenagers gathered around a large, black radio. Rock music was blaring out of the speakers. This sight might have been overlooked by Amon entirely had the announcer not come on and annouced the next song.
"And that was 'Misty River' by the new band TailLight. Coming up next is an American song that everyone knows and loves. Here's 'Somewhere I Belong'."
The song began rather slow with an upbeat rythem. It then slowly got faster. After a couple of seconds, the romantic music overturned into a hard rock. One of the teenage boys began drumming on the top of the radio with his hands. Becoming interested, Amon leaned against the corner of a building to listen to the words of the song as they began.
(When this began) I had nothin' to say And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me (I was confused) And I'd let it all out to find That I'm not the only person with these things in mind (Inside of me) But all the vacancy the words revealed Is the only real thing that I've got left to feel (Nothin' to lose) Just stuck Hollow and alone Ana the fault is my own And the fault is my own
Chorus: I wanna heal I wanna feel What I thought was never real I wanna let go of the pain I've felt so long (Erase all the pain ti'l it's gone) I wanna heal I wanna feel Like I'm close to something real I wanna find something I've wanted all along Somewhere I Belong
Amon frowned at the words that he heard being sung. He didn't get why everyone loved that song so much. Maybe because it was by an American band named Dinkin Park.... No, that wasn't the name. Sinkin Park? No. Singing Park? Nope. Lug Park? Still not right. Dark Park? Hell, no. Lunkin Park? Close, but no cigar. Linkin Park? Yes, that was it. It was a band known as Linkin Park.
Amon huffed and continued on his way. It wasn't that he didn't like the song. It's just that it brought back painful memories of the one he cared about the most.
Robin...
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Somewhere I Belong
Disclaimer:Yes I know I didn't do this yesterday, so I'll do it now. I don't own WHR or the characters. I do own this story and it's characters, however, so don't steal them please.
XWarning!X: This story may contain spoilers for those who have not seen the actual anime.
Amon shot up in bed; sweat making his hair stick to his forehead. Looking around, he noticed he was still in his apartment. Breathing a sigh in relief, the star hunter flopped back down on his sheets, letting his chest continue to rise and fall with his breathing.
He could hear music somewhere. Probably from the old woman next door. He could smell coffee brewing from downstairs, wafting up through the ventilation system.
Amon opened his eyes, closing them again when he felt the familiar strain of tears coming to them. The smell of coffee only succeeded in reminding him of Robin. He remembered how she always made it as soon as she got to the office in the mornings. He had always loved her coffee, though he would never have admit it to her face. Amon could almost hear her voice asking him if he wanted her to make it.
A bird chirped somewhere outside his window, bringing Amon back to the gloomy reality of his dreary apartment. Grunting with the effort, the young man finally got himself out of his bed.
I guess I'm going to have to make it myself this morning. He thought to himself as he unsteadily hobbled down the hallway and into his kitchen.
This room wasn't any less gloomy than the rest of the apartment. In fact, it could've been possible that this was the gloomiest room in the whole complex. The curtains were hardly ever drawn back and everything had began collecting dust. Amon was obviously not very big on cleaning.
In fact, he hated it. Would never have anything to do with it. Would never be caught dead in an apron.
Amon sighed as he set the coffee maker to do its work; then set about making a small breakfast for himself.
It had been almost two years since Robin left Japan. Her destination had been the states. She had felt that it was the safest place she could go to get away from Zaizen. She would've had to have started a new life. She would have to change her ways and her cloths. Possibly her hairstyle.
Amon chuckled as he thought of Robin in anything but those odd pigtails she had always worn. It was a little difficult, be he managed to imagine her in a high ponytail. He amitted that it looked rather strange. He liked her old image better.
Sighing, Amon sat down at his small, kitchen table with a muffin in his hand. Damn, would he have given anything to see her again. It wouldn't have mattered what she looked like; just as long as he could look her straight in the face. He wondered if she looked like how she had appeared in his dream. Still the same features but slightly older. The last time Amon had seen her, she had almost this childlike quality to her face. She had always looked so innocent.
The soft buzzer of the coffee maker caught Amon's attention and brought him out of his fantasy. Grabbing a mug out of a cabinet, the hunter quickly poured in some of the hot liquid and sat down with his cup in hand.
Just as he was about to take a sip, Amon jumped slightly when heard a cellphone ring from somewhere deep within his coat, which was slung over the back of the chair opposite him.
Sighing for the fourth time since he got up that morning, Amon sluggishly stood up from his chair and went over to his jacket. Setting his mug down on the table, he began to search all the deep pockets for the unhappy cellphone.
I'm going to have to get a new coat with shallower pockets. He thought to bitterly. At last feeling his fingers close around the shaking object, Amon pulled the cellphone out of his jacket. He pressed the talk button and held it to his ear.
"This is Amon. Talk." He commanded dryly into the reciever. A familiar voice answered his from the other side.
"Hey, Amon. It's Michael." The young hacker said, his voice quavering with excitement. "Listen, we've got us a strange case. A body was found this morning in a parking garage and its insides were totally devoided of all its organs. Looks like a witch." Michael was all hyped up with his giddy emotions. Amon rolled his eyes.
"Alright. I'll be right in." He told the boy, hanging up before Michael could say anything else. Completely ignoring his unfinished coffee, Amon grabbed his jacket off of the chair and made his way back to his bedroom to change.
Amon stepped outside his apartment complex and into the bright sunlight. Squinting, he began walking down the sidewalk towards the 'STN-J's office'. Sure, he had a car. But today, he just felt like walking.
As he was slowly tromping down the street, Amon took notice of a group of rugged teenagers gathered around a large, black radio. Rock music was blaring out of the speakers. This sight might have been overlooked by Amon entirely had the announcer not come on and annouced the next song.
"And that was 'Misty River' by the new band TailLight. Coming up next is an American song that everyone knows and loves. Here's 'Somewhere I Belong'."
The song began rather slow with an upbeat rythem. It then slowly got faster. After a couple of seconds, the romantic music overturned into a hard rock. One of the teenage boys began drumming on the top of the radio with his hands. Becoming interested, Amon leaned against the corner of a building to listen to the words of the song as they began.
(When this began) I had nothin' to say And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me (I was confused) And I'd let it all out to find That I'm not the only person with these things in mind (Inside of me) But all the vacancy the words revealed Is the only real thing that I've got left to feel (Nothin' to lose) Just stuck Hollow and alone Ana the fault is my own And the fault is my own
Chorus: I wanna heal I wanna feel What I thought was never real I wanna let go of the pain I've felt so long (Erase all the pain ti'l it's gone) I wanna heal I wanna feel Like I'm close to something real I wanna find something I've wanted all along Somewhere I Belong
Amon frowned at the words that he heard being sung. He didn't get why everyone loved that song so much. Maybe because it was by an American band named Dinkin Park.... No, that wasn't the name. Sinkin Park? No. Singing Park? Nope. Lug Park? Still not right. Dark Park? Hell, no. Lunkin Park? Close, but no cigar. Linkin Park? Yes, that was it. It was a band known as Linkin Park.
Amon huffed and continued on his way. It wasn't that he didn't like the song. It's just that it brought back painful memories of the one he cared about the most.
Robin...
Me: So? What do you think? Let me know if you like it by pushing the little button in the left-hand corner. Yeah, the one that says review. :)