Chapter Two:
All Alone
Disclaimer: Yes, you all know that I don't own WHR Robin or the characters. I do own this story, so don't touch it or the made-up characters.
"Let me see, let me see, let me see!" The auburn-haired girl demanded Michael, who was trying his best to keep her back with one, free hand.
"Haven't you already seen it!?" He shouted. The girl let out an 'Ooof' noise as one of Michael's balled fists clipped her chin slightly. She shoved at his head before answering his question.
"Yes, I have. But I want to see again!" She said stubbornly. "So, let...me...see!" With one strong push, the girl had Michael out of his chair and sprawled on to his back on the floor. Giving a little giggle, she sat down in older boy's computer chair and looked at the moniter.
"Wow. I feel bad for the guy who had to take these pictures. This is totally discusting." The girl stated in a monotone. The pictures on the computer screen showed a horribly mangled body with a couple of holes here and there. The girl looked down at Michael, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow.
"I take it that the holes are where the witch sucked out the organs?" She asked nonchalantly.
Michael, grunting painful, sat up from his position on the floor and looked up at the young woman sitting in his chair.
"That's what I'd like to think. But you never know." The boy suddenly grinned evilly, as if he knew something the girl did not. "The witch could've sucked out some of this guy's organs through his nose and ears." He added with sickening mischieviousness.
The girl's eyes went wide and her nose wrinkled. She then began to make a fake, retching noise.
"Oh, gross! I did not want to hear that! You are totally sick! I'm deffinately glad I wasn't assigned to be your partner!" She cried, giving Michael a nasty glare.
Michael could have cared less if he gross. He was having a wonderful time laughing his head off and pointing at the girl's plight.
About this time, Amon walked in. He frowned when he saw Michael sitting on the floor and the auburn-haired woman taking his place in his chair. The girl's face was distorted as if something in the air smelt foul. Growling slightly under his breath, Amon walked into the computer room; making sure he was causing enough noise so as to get the two, young people's attention.
The girl looked up at the racket Amon was making and smiled sweetly.
"Oh, hello Amon." She greeted politely. The hunter just gave a slight nod with his head as a return greeting. Then he looked down at Michael.
"So, what are the developments. I want to know everything that happened before the guy was murdered." He commanded. Michael nodded and stood up quickly; brushing himself off as he did so. He then looked at the girl, who was still sitting comfortably in his chair.
"Out." He demanded, jerking his thumb over his soulder. The girl gave him a grimace before finally standing up and moving out of the way. The young hacker then sat down and began tapping on the keyboard at a high rate.
"From what we've seen, the guy was killed somewhere around eleven thirty to eleven forty-five. From what I can tell, the witch who commited the crime was highly advanced in their craft. This one is a dangerous one, Amon. We better be careful about what we do or any one of us could end up like this guy." Michael explained, gesturing towards the picture on the computer moniter.
Amon let out a 'Hmm' noise and placed his hand on his chin.
"Who was the victim?" He asked coldly, glaring icily at the pictures on the computer screen. Michael turned away from the images and stared up at the older man.
"A lawyer by the name of Takuta Memoro. He owns a lawfirm somewhere up the street from here. Don't know the name of it though." The boy said, smiling before he added. "At least not yet."
Amon nodded slightly, cocking his head so that he could see the pictures and images from a different point of veiw.
"Any suspects?" He asked. Michael shook his head and turned back to the computer screen.
"Not exactly. Doujima is following up on a witness that called and said that she saw a tall, black-haired man talking to Takuta sometime before the murder took place. But that's all we have so far." The hacker said, typing in a few more keys.
Amon sighed and shook his head.
"Not much to go on, is it. There be a million tall, black-haired men living in this god damn city." He said in a dangerously low voice. Michael could only shrug as he continued typing.
"I know, but it's all we have at the moment." He said softly. Amon grunted in agreement, though he hated to.
"Where are Karasuma and Sakaki?" The hunter inquired, giving the younger man a side-glance with his dark eyes. Michael taped some more keys before anwering.
"Out looking for suspects. They're looking for anyone who might have held a grudge with Takuta." He explained. Amon just nodded.
Then, with a slight turn of his heel, the star hunter began walking out the door.
"Come, Eri. We're going to investigate the crime scene. Where was the body found again, Michael?" Amon asked bitterly. Michael taped some keys and turned back to his employer.
"On the third level of a parking garage on Main Street, near that new resturant they're building down there." The hacker answered. Amon nodded and once again motioned to the girl called Eri, who was standing a couple feet behind Michael's chair.
"Right. Let me know if anything develops. Eri, we're taking your car. I left mine at home." He commanded as he began walking.
Eri nodded and quickly grabbed her red trenchcoat that had been hanging on the coatrack near the door. She then followed behind Amon.
Michael watched the two partners as they each headed for the door. He then reached somewhere behind his computer and pulled out a miniture radio. Pressing the large, red power button, Michael quickly turned the volume knob down as music began blaring out of the itty bitty speakers.
"Good luck, you two." He called as he began to flick through the stations. When he found the one he wanted, he turned up the volume and began snapping his fingers to the rythem of the familiar music that started to play.
Amon stopped walking, turning his head slightly as he heard the music that came from the small contraption. The song was the same one that he had heard the group of teenagers listening to in the alley he passed by on his to work that morning. It was 'Somewhere I Belong'.
"Turn that shit off, Michael. It's getting on my nerves." The hunter demanded in a firm voice. Eri cocked her head at Amon's back; a look of confusion was plastered on her face.
Michael, however, continued to snap his fingers.
"Why? It's not like you're going to stick around long enough to listen to it." He said absent-mindedly as his leaned far back in his chair.
Amon growled. He then turned and made his way back to Michael's table. Using one of his large hands, the older man picked up the small and insignificant radio and threw it across the room. The little, black box hit the opposite wall with a hard bang and crashed to the floor. Pieces of it went everywhere, littering the floor with little machine parts and other little doodads.
Michael's jaw dropped almost to the ground. He looked up at Amon with wide eyes; his right eye twitching uncontrolably.
Amon just huffed and glared at the hacker with a cold stare.
"Next time I tell you to turn it off, I suggest you follow my orders." He said sharply before turning and heading out of the door.
Eri, who had watched the whole event with a confused stare, leaned in near to Michael.
"Eh...do I dare ask what his problem is?" She questioned him in a low voice. Michael did not seem to have heard. He had gotten up from his computer and had bent down next to the damaged radio. Gently picking up all of the pieces, he placed them in his hand and gazed at them with tear- filled eyes.
"My mother had given me this radio for my birthday." He sobbed stupidly. Eri groaned and rubbed her forehead with a manicured hand.
"Eri, are you coming?" Amon demanded from somewhere down the hallway. Eri shook her head and quickly ran out of the door; leaving Michael alone to weep over his beloved radio.
Amon stayed silent all the way out to the parking lot of the 'STN-J office'. Eri had gone on ahead of him so she could get the car ready in advance.
Amon sighed softly. He really had not meant to get so worked up over the song that Michael had been playing on his stupid radio. It's just that the song brought back too many painful memories that he didn't want to think about.
"Robin. Why did you leave me here to suffer alone without you?" He whispered to himself as the song by Linkin Park swam around his head. "Tell me why..."
Amon then looked up as Eri car pulled up to the curb. Sure enough, 'Somewhere I Belong' was blaring out of her car's radio speakers.
Groaning in misery, Amon pulled open the passenger door and quietly slipped into the seat.
Me: So, how was this chapter? Good? Bad? Well, just review and tell me what you think..
Oh, yes and thank-you to those you have already reviewed. All of you have made me very happy. :)
All Alone
Disclaimer: Yes, you all know that I don't own WHR Robin or the characters. I do own this story, so don't touch it or the made-up characters.
"Let me see, let me see, let me see!" The auburn-haired girl demanded Michael, who was trying his best to keep her back with one, free hand.
"Haven't you already seen it!?" He shouted. The girl let out an 'Ooof' noise as one of Michael's balled fists clipped her chin slightly. She shoved at his head before answering his question.
"Yes, I have. But I want to see again!" She said stubbornly. "So, let...me...see!" With one strong push, the girl had Michael out of his chair and sprawled on to his back on the floor. Giving a little giggle, she sat down in older boy's computer chair and looked at the moniter.
"Wow. I feel bad for the guy who had to take these pictures. This is totally discusting." The girl stated in a monotone. The pictures on the computer screen showed a horribly mangled body with a couple of holes here and there. The girl looked down at Michael, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow.
"I take it that the holes are where the witch sucked out the organs?" She asked nonchalantly.
Michael, grunting painful, sat up from his position on the floor and looked up at the young woman sitting in his chair.
"That's what I'd like to think. But you never know." The boy suddenly grinned evilly, as if he knew something the girl did not. "The witch could've sucked out some of this guy's organs through his nose and ears." He added with sickening mischieviousness.
The girl's eyes went wide and her nose wrinkled. She then began to make a fake, retching noise.
"Oh, gross! I did not want to hear that! You are totally sick! I'm deffinately glad I wasn't assigned to be your partner!" She cried, giving Michael a nasty glare.
Michael could have cared less if he gross. He was having a wonderful time laughing his head off and pointing at the girl's plight.
About this time, Amon walked in. He frowned when he saw Michael sitting on the floor and the auburn-haired woman taking his place in his chair. The girl's face was distorted as if something in the air smelt foul. Growling slightly under his breath, Amon walked into the computer room; making sure he was causing enough noise so as to get the two, young people's attention.
The girl looked up at the racket Amon was making and smiled sweetly.
"Oh, hello Amon." She greeted politely. The hunter just gave a slight nod with his head as a return greeting. Then he looked down at Michael.
"So, what are the developments. I want to know everything that happened before the guy was murdered." He commanded. Michael nodded and stood up quickly; brushing himself off as he did so. He then looked at the girl, who was still sitting comfortably in his chair.
"Out." He demanded, jerking his thumb over his soulder. The girl gave him a grimace before finally standing up and moving out of the way. The young hacker then sat down and began tapping on the keyboard at a high rate.
"From what we've seen, the guy was killed somewhere around eleven thirty to eleven forty-five. From what I can tell, the witch who commited the crime was highly advanced in their craft. This one is a dangerous one, Amon. We better be careful about what we do or any one of us could end up like this guy." Michael explained, gesturing towards the picture on the computer moniter.
Amon let out a 'Hmm' noise and placed his hand on his chin.
"Who was the victim?" He asked coldly, glaring icily at the pictures on the computer screen. Michael turned away from the images and stared up at the older man.
"A lawyer by the name of Takuta Memoro. He owns a lawfirm somewhere up the street from here. Don't know the name of it though." The boy said, smiling before he added. "At least not yet."
Amon nodded slightly, cocking his head so that he could see the pictures and images from a different point of veiw.
"Any suspects?" He asked. Michael shook his head and turned back to the computer screen.
"Not exactly. Doujima is following up on a witness that called and said that she saw a tall, black-haired man talking to Takuta sometime before the murder took place. But that's all we have so far." The hacker said, typing in a few more keys.
Amon sighed and shook his head.
"Not much to go on, is it. There be a million tall, black-haired men living in this god damn city." He said in a dangerously low voice. Michael could only shrug as he continued typing.
"I know, but it's all we have at the moment." He said softly. Amon grunted in agreement, though he hated to.
"Where are Karasuma and Sakaki?" The hunter inquired, giving the younger man a side-glance with his dark eyes. Michael taped some more keys before anwering.
"Out looking for suspects. They're looking for anyone who might have held a grudge with Takuta." He explained. Amon just nodded.
Then, with a slight turn of his heel, the star hunter began walking out the door.
"Come, Eri. We're going to investigate the crime scene. Where was the body found again, Michael?" Amon asked bitterly. Michael taped some keys and turned back to his employer.
"On the third level of a parking garage on Main Street, near that new resturant they're building down there." The hacker answered. Amon nodded and once again motioned to the girl called Eri, who was standing a couple feet behind Michael's chair.
"Right. Let me know if anything develops. Eri, we're taking your car. I left mine at home." He commanded as he began walking.
Eri nodded and quickly grabbed her red trenchcoat that had been hanging on the coatrack near the door. She then followed behind Amon.
Michael watched the two partners as they each headed for the door. He then reached somewhere behind his computer and pulled out a miniture radio. Pressing the large, red power button, Michael quickly turned the volume knob down as music began blaring out of the itty bitty speakers.
"Good luck, you two." He called as he began to flick through the stations. When he found the one he wanted, he turned up the volume and began snapping his fingers to the rythem of the familiar music that started to play.
Amon stopped walking, turning his head slightly as he heard the music that came from the small contraption. The song was the same one that he had heard the group of teenagers listening to in the alley he passed by on his to work that morning. It was 'Somewhere I Belong'.
"Turn that shit off, Michael. It's getting on my nerves." The hunter demanded in a firm voice. Eri cocked her head at Amon's back; a look of confusion was plastered on her face.
Michael, however, continued to snap his fingers.
"Why? It's not like you're going to stick around long enough to listen to it." He said absent-mindedly as his leaned far back in his chair.
Amon growled. He then turned and made his way back to Michael's table. Using one of his large hands, the older man picked up the small and insignificant radio and threw it across the room. The little, black box hit the opposite wall with a hard bang and crashed to the floor. Pieces of it went everywhere, littering the floor with little machine parts and other little doodads.
Michael's jaw dropped almost to the ground. He looked up at Amon with wide eyes; his right eye twitching uncontrolably.
Amon just huffed and glared at the hacker with a cold stare.
"Next time I tell you to turn it off, I suggest you follow my orders." He said sharply before turning and heading out of the door.
Eri, who had watched the whole event with a confused stare, leaned in near to Michael.
"Eh...do I dare ask what his problem is?" She questioned him in a low voice. Michael did not seem to have heard. He had gotten up from his computer and had bent down next to the damaged radio. Gently picking up all of the pieces, he placed them in his hand and gazed at them with tear- filled eyes.
"My mother had given me this radio for my birthday." He sobbed stupidly. Eri groaned and rubbed her forehead with a manicured hand.
"Eri, are you coming?" Amon demanded from somewhere down the hallway. Eri shook her head and quickly ran out of the door; leaving Michael alone to weep over his beloved radio.
Amon stayed silent all the way out to the parking lot of the 'STN-J office'. Eri had gone on ahead of him so she could get the car ready in advance.
Amon sighed softly. He really had not meant to get so worked up over the song that Michael had been playing on his stupid radio. It's just that the song brought back too many painful memories that he didn't want to think about.
"Robin. Why did you leave me here to suffer alone without you?" He whispered to himself as the song by Linkin Park swam around his head. "Tell me why..."
Amon then looked up as Eri car pulled up to the curb. Sure enough, 'Somewhere I Belong' was blaring out of her car's radio speakers.
Groaning in misery, Amon pulled open the passenger door and quietly slipped into the seat.
Me: So, how was this chapter? Good? Bad? Well, just review and tell me what you think..
Oh, yes and thank-you to those you have already reviewed. All of you have made me very happy. :)