Chapter Seven:

The Tears of Angels

Disclaimer: I don't own WHR or the characters. I do own this story, though, so please don't steal it.

Robin stared blankly around the room she was standing in. It was pitch black everywhere except for the area around where she stood. Glancing upwards slightly, she noticed that she was currently standing in what seemed to be a spotlight. And everytime she moved, it followed her.

Raising her gaze higher, Robin gasped quietly when she saw five to six buzzard like creatures flying in tight circles far above her head.

Bringing her wandering, emerald eyes down from this sight, Robin suddenly found herself staring out through her half-moon spectacles.

Strange Her mental voice whispered as she brought her gaze down even farther to stare down at her attire. She was wearing her old pilgrim dress with the high collar. Along with that, she also noticed that she had on her crimson jacket and her oversized, leather gloves.

Robin smiled. She had missed these old, comfortable clothes.

"Robin..." Someone whispered behind her, catching her attention. Slowly turning herself around, Robin gasped when she saw a tall, dark figure standing about ten yards in front of her. The ominous person had near shoulder length, black hair and a very long, black trenchcoat. And from the way the figure held himself, it was definitely a man.

The dark man took a couple steps forward. Robin noticed that his steps seemed labored, as if he were having trouble walking.

A wide smile suddenly came to the young witch's lips when she realized who the man was.

"Amon!" She called out excitedly, only to gain a horrified expression when her old partner stopped about eight feet away. He-he was aiming his gun at her...

Robin's eyes widened in terror. Did Amon really intend to shoot her?

"Robin, move!" Amon's voice suddenly cried out, causing Robin to jolt at his sudden outburst. She stared up at him with a confused scowl plastered over her face. He seemed to be struggling with his own arm, as if trying to bring it down. He didn't seem to have any luck with it, however.

"Damn it, Robin! Get the hell out of the way!" She heard Amon yell. A small sparkle of something fell off of his cheek. Was-was he crying...?

If this sight surprised Robin, it wasn't nearly as shocking as when she found out that she didn't want to move. Her own feet would not listen to her.

A gunshot rang out. The whistling noise of the bullet flying through the air could also be heard. Robin could almost feel herself being blown backwards with the force of the object hitting her square in the chest.

Raising her hand to tenderly her breast bone, Robin began sweating lightly when she felt nothing but a large hole. Looking at her gloved hand, her breathing became labored when she saw how much blood had come off onto the brown leather.

"Amon...why...?" She breathed out before closing her eyes and falling forward to her knees. She could feel her glasses slipping from her nose and landing on the ground a few feet away from her.

The metalic sound of a heavy object being dropped made itself known a few seconds after this. She could hear rushed footsteps making their way towards her. She felt herself being caught in someone's strong arms.

Relaxing against her savior's chest, Robin let out a contented whimper; her breathing was still coming out in short gasps, though. She could feel herself being turned over in the person's arms. Felt his gloved hand brushing away some of the stray strands of hair from her face.

"Robin?" A deep voice questioned her in a firm tone. Opening her eyes with difficultly, Robin gazed thoughtfully into her partner's face.

"Amon." She whispered, getting a frown from Amon. His mouth began moving again but for some reason, no words came out. It was as if he didn't feel like using his vocal cords and had shut them off. And yet, she could understand every word that left his lips.

"Because I didn't want to..." She whispered, not excactly knowing why she said that. She saw Amon's mouth moving again. His face showed that he wasn't exactly angry, but he wasn really very happy with her, either. It was just like old times...

Raking her gaze softly over his face, Robin's face fell with shame. She knew she should have listened to him when he told her to move, but she could not.

"I'm sorry." She said softly, getting a grunt from the man above her in answer. It was almost like he was telling her she did not need to apologize. Robin gave a slight nod while blinking at the same time. She then cocked her head a little, as if to regard him.

"Amon, do you hate me? I mean, for what I am?" She asked in a hushed whisper, earning a silent gasp from the older man. She then saw him smirk at her, which was a little startling. He mouthed his answer to her, which for some reason brought a smile to Robin's lips. Bringing her gloved hand to his face, she brushed some of his own hair away so that she could see his eyes. She could feel him leaning into her touch, as if he enjoyed it.

"What do you think of me, then?" She asked, her eyes shining with all the love she muster for him. Amon opened his recently closed eyes and stared down at her. He mouthed to her his answer, his smirk growing wider the entire time.

Robin widened her own smile for a second before dropping her hand away from his face. Some how, she knew it was time to end their conversation.

"Good-bye, Amon." She whispered, watching with a breaking heart as his once happy smile turned into a frown. He mouthed to her again, only to be interrupted when the the buzzards above their heads began to one-by-one burst into flame.

Amon, clearly thinking it was her, gave her a raised eyebrow. Robin could only smile. She could almost feel the energy ebbing away from her body.

She closed her eyes and felt her body start twisting itself into weird shapes. It saddened her when she felt Amon's arms ripping themselves away from her, but she knew he had a good reason.

Robin reopened her eyes, only to see everything in red. Looking down at herself, she cursed mentally when she saw she had claws for feet. She knew without even asking that she had become one of the buzzards.

Giving one last, heartfelt look over to Amon, Robin took flight. It wasn't long before she, too, caught fire and blew up in smoke. Everything went dark. Everything was silent again.

But she could still hear Amon's voice...

"Robin... Robin. I'm sorry..." It said softly and filled with pain. The way he sounded made tears come to Robin's non-existing eyes.

"But Amon... It wasn't your fault..." She whispered, her tears beginning to choke up her words. And she knew that they were true. She knew it was not his fault. She knew it wasn't...

"Amon... It wasn't your fault." She sobbed again, bringing up invisible hands to cover her translucent face.

"It wasn't your fault, Amon. Please, believe me."

The silence was becoming heavier. It was closing in around her, even though she couldn't see it. With one last breath, she breathed out her final words.

"It wasn't your fault..."

"Miss. Sena...? Miss. Sena? Miss. Sena, are you alright? Wake up." A soft and timid voice called to Robin, willing her to open her eyes.

Growling rather quietly so the person would not hear, the witch opened her eyes. She immeadiately received a migrane and was met by a blurred classroom.

Shaking her head, Robin tried to focus on the figure in front of her. It was a tall, petite, young girl with layered, brown hair and blue eyes. Her bright blue T-shirt gave off a sort of bright exuberance that made Robin's head throb.

Raising a hand to rub her eyes, the tired Robin tried to refocus on the girl a second time.

"Yes, Claire. What is it?" She asked softly, her voice thick from sleep. The girl, Claire, raised a thin eyebrow.

"You fell asleep, Miss. Sena. I was just waking you up, in case Mrs. Jacobs decides to pay a visit and catches you." The young girl said. Robin nodded, grinning with a closed mouth to show her gratitude.

"Thank-you, Claire. I appreciate your concern. You can sit down, now." The witch said, waving her student away politely.

Claire nodded her head to show that she understood and turned around to return to her seat. About half way, however, she stopped and whirled around to face Robin again.

"Miss. Sena, I was just wondering. Whose name were you calling out in your sleep? It sounded like you where trying to find someone." The girl commented. Robin, rather surprised that she even talked in her sleep, gave a wide-eyed stare to the young teen.

"A-a name? What did it sound like?" She whispered, earning a shrug from Claire.

A boy with red, spiked hair suddenly raised his hand high in the air. He seemed pretty enthusiastic to share his eager thoughts. Noticing this, Robin called on him.

"Yes, Sid?" She asked softly, watching as the boy called Sid lowered his hand. His face was drawn into an expression that could only be definded as spite.

"I think the name you called out sounded something like 'Amon'." He said deeply; his voice cracking from puberty. His classmates nodded in agreement.

Drawing in a quick breath, Robin lowered her gaze from her students. She felt slightly ashamed that she had fallen asleep in front of them. She quickly raised her eyes again, however, when she heard Sid speaking to her again.

"And Miss. Sena. Just before Claire woke you, you were crying out to this 'Amon' guy and tellling him that it wasn't his fault. What exactly wasn't his fault?" The red-haired boy asked. The other students watched their teacher's reaction intently.

Blushing slightly from all the unwanted attention, Robin shook her head as a sign to the children that she did not know what her outburst had meant. Nodding to show he was satisfied, Sid sat down with his arms crossed.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Robin was just about to change the subject back to the lesson when Claire suddenly caught her attention again.

"Miss. Sena. When you were crying out to this Amon person, tears began falling from your eyes. And it began raining as soon as they started to fall..." The girl trailed off, as if embarressed to even bring up the matter.

Robin, a little surprised at this, turned to the window and found that it indeed had started to rain. Strange. It had been sunny just a little while ago. Shrugging it off, the young woman turned back to Claire.

"I'm not sure about that, Claire. Perhaps it just the weather acting strangely." She said, trying to get the girl's mind off of the distractions of the abnormal things happening in the classroom.

Sighing, Claire nodded and finally returned to her seat. Breathing a sigh of her own, Robin stood from her desk chair and turned to the blackboard; her black, pilgrim dress flowing around her legs as she did so.

Thank the Gods it was Friday. At least she did not have to come to work tomorrow and only had to grade some late homework.

"Alright, class. If you would all turn to page 240, we'll-" The door to the classroom suddenly opened, interrupting Robin's speech. The bald head of a man in his early fifties popped into the room. He wore black, horn-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and a tie that was far too large for him. His red suspenders over his blue shirt made him look entirely too fat, considering his clothes were much too tight on him.

The man turned to Robin and smiled sheepishly, earning a confused glare from the younger woman.

"Yes, Mr. Dire. Is there something I can help you with?" She asked politely, clearing wondering why he would interrupt her class time. The man, Mr. Dire, hobbled slowly into the room; waving a greeting to the students as he did so. He then made his way over to his young employer, smiling gently.

"As a matter of fact, there is something I'd like you to do for me, Miss. Robin. And please, call me Thomas." He said, bowing slightly. His back cracked loudly, earning loud, disgusted noises from the children.

Robin cocked her head to the left a little, giving a questioning stare to the old man.

"Well, what can I do for you?" She asked, giving him the smallest of all smiles. Mr. Dire fiddled with his tie, as if ashamed that he was even considering asking her a favor.

"Well...you see, Miss. Robin. I, um...am leaving a bit early this afternoon and was just wondering if you would..." He trailed off, scratching the back of his head. Robin widened her smile, encouraging him to continue. The man finally huffed and puffed out his broad chest farther than he normally would have.

"Miss. Robin, would you mind watching over my chorus classroom this afternoon? I have important business to attend to and since your last period is free, I was just wondering if you would take the time for them, instead." He said, lowering his chest as if in relief that he had finally let out his question.

Robin's eyes widened, a little surprised at the man's sudden outburst. She then, however, smiled.

"Of course. I'd be glad to, Mr. Thomas." She said whole-heartedly. This earned a large grin from Mr. Dire.

"Oh, thank-you, Miss. Robin! You do not know how happy this makes me. You are an angel." He said excitedly, reaching out and grabbing her hand in his sweaty palms.

Grimacing a little in disgust, Robin grinned crookedly.

"It's my pleasure. Really." She said as Mr. Dire let go of her hand and went towards the door. He waved to the students one last time before turning back to Robin and bowing again.

"I'm so sorry I interrupted. Please contiue with your class." He said before finally heading out of the door. Breathing a labored sigh, Robin looked at her class.

"Right. Open your books to page 240 and read to 243. Please and thank-you." She said, watching as all of her students immediately did as they were told.

The chorus classroom was a buzz of excitement. Everywhere you looked, something was going on. In one corner, a group of girls had taken up painting each other's nails. While in another, a large group of boys had begun a amazing game of poker. A high pile of stuff they were betting on littered the center of their playing field.

Robin entered the room slowly. She was clearly shocked at the behavior of the children in this classroom. Some of them even attended her Social Studies class and they never acted this way around her.

Carefully placing her black purse down on a wooden table at the back of the room, the young witch watched with weariness as a bouncy ball flew past her ear.

"I'm sorry, Miss. Sena! I didn't see you there!" A boy with shaggy blonde hair apologized loudly, running past her to grab the little ball before it disappeared under the table. His outburst had caught the attention of the other students in there and they all immediately stopped to stare.

After a couple of heated moments, everything became hetic again as the children began trying to clean up the mess they had made. The girls in the corner were squealing loudly as they tried to gather up their nailpolish without spilling it. The boys in the other corner were doing thier best to hide the money they had been betting on.

Within seconds, the room was clean again and every one of those same students were sitting quietly in their chairs. They were sitting on the edges of their seats and their backs were erect. It was as if they were expecting her to crack a whip and demand them to lick the very ground she walked on.

Glancing around in shock, Robin stepped up to the front of the classroom to introduce herself.

"Uh...thank-you, for being prepared. All of you." She said to them in her naturally soft voice. This earned her a smile from evey one of those faces. Grinning to them in return, Robin raised a slim hand to brush away some of her hair.

"As you all know, I am Miss. Sena and I will be your substitute today. We will not be working today, but I would like to hear you sing just once. I will let you choose the song." She said, watching with interest as the students obeyed right away.

The children all stood up from their seats and discussed for moment what song they would sing. After deciding on a good one, they turned back to Robin and waited for her to seat herself.

Robin, smiling sweetly, pulled up Mr. Dire's chair from his desk and sat in it; bringing her hand up to rest her chin in it. Once she had gotten herself situated, she gave them the signal to go right ahead.

Two minutes ticked by as the kids readied themselves. They sang out in a soft melody that immediately gathered Robin's attention.

"O mistress mine, where are you roam-ing? O stay and hear! Your true - love's com-ing."

"That can sing both high and low. high and low high and low.------

high and low.

"Trip now fur-ther, pretty sweeting. Jour-ney's end in lov-ers meet-ing."

"Ev'-ry wise man's son doth know------"

"What is love? Tis not here af - ter."

"Pre-sent mirth hath pre-sent laughter."

"What's to come is still un-sure. still un-sure. still un-sure------"

still un-sure. still un-sure.

Robin swayed her head to the beat of the music. It was a rather heavenly piece. It seemed to decribe the word 'love' very well.

An image of Amon suddenly appeared in her mind. It was so sudden, Robin almost yelped and fell out of her chair. When her surprise subsided, however, her mind began lingering on what she thought he was doing right then. Probably sleeping, since it was still night over in Japan.

Robin sighed as she thought about what Amon looked like when he was asleep. She even began to wonder if he ever dreamed of her. Like she always did him...

A presence in the room suddenly made itself known to her. And it frightened her to know that it did not match any of the childrens' auras.

Leaping up from her chair, Robin turned aound to face the wall behind her. All she got was a blank stare back. Breathing hard, she began to let her mind wander around the room for the mysterious energy she had felt.

"Where are you..." She whispered to herself so the children would not hear.

I'm over here... A voice echoed inside her head, causing her to jump. Spinning around at a rate too quick to calculate, Robin sped over to a far corner of the room. She hardly even seemed to care that the children were all watching her.

Reaching the intended area, Robin knealed down and began feeling the ground with her hands, as if thinking she would be able to find the owner of the voice this way.

"Come out, who ever you are!" She said loudly, but not so loud that it would have been considered shouting.

After a couple of moments of searching, she turned up fruitless. Leaning back on her knees, Robin took the time to figure out who the aura had belonged to. It did not take her long to realize that the presence she had felt just a few seconds ago had disappeared long before she had reached the corner.

Sighing pitifully in defeat, Robin stood shakingly to her feet. Turning, she seemed shocked to find all of the students staring at her with their mouths open. One shy child raised his hand very slowly in the air. Robin raised an eyebrow and reguarded him.

"Y-yes?" She stuttered, still trying to regain her breath from her sprint across the room. The boy lowered his hand timidly, as if he were swimming through water.

"Um, Miss. Sena? W-who are you talking to?" He asked slowly. Robin stared at him as she listened to the murmerings of the other students.

"No one...I was just talking to myself. I was...just acting out a scene from a little mini-play that my Drama Class once thought about doing. Nothing much." She said, trying to cover her tracks. The class all seemed to except this explanation and they all sat back down in their seats; this time, their backs became relaxed.

Breathing a sigh in utter relief, Robin made her way back her chair and sat down. She would have to come back in here another time to see if she could figure out where that eerie presence had come from.

It felt so familiar... She thought to herself as she closed her eyes in thought.

It had been a very long day.

Me: :: Makes creepy ghost-type noises:: Oh, scary!! I'm getting chills... Oo By the way, that song in here is one that I had sang in my chorus class last year. Just thought I'd share that with all of you. :)

Amon's Angel of the Darkness: Yes, I can't wait for them to meet, either. :)

fantacdreamer: Sorry I didn't answer last time. I'm also sorry that I can't give you a hint. :( Please forgive me.

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