Chapter Fourteen:

Clearly Undignified

Disclaimer: You all know it, so I'm not going to write it.

Robin stared sleeply out of her plane window; something she had been doing for the past hour. Clouds whipped by, as they were scoops of ice cream being carried off into the wind.

Hmm, ice cream sounds good right about now She said to herself, nearly drooling at the thought of a nice, big bowl of vanilla ice cream sitting right in her lap.

Of course, being the shy person that she was, she was too embarrassed to ask the flight attendant if they even served ice cream, and therefore, didn't get any.

Robin sighed, leaning heavily on her arm rest as she continued her business of staring out of the window. She wished they were there. She wished she could see Amon's face. Maybe even touch it.

At this thought, the young witch found herself absent-mindedly touching the plastic window that seperated her from the sky and the air outside. It was almost as if she were expecting Amon's face to be there.

Robin sighed again. This time out of frustration.

Damn it, I want to see him now She thought to herself just as she felt someone sit in the empty seat next to her. Jumping slightly, she quickly jerked her head around and blushed deeply when she saw Ian sitting there and smiling at her. His grey eyes were twinkling, as if he knew something she didn't

Robin mentally shrugged.

Well, he wasn't who I really hoped for, but he'll do for the time being The young girl thought as she smiled back at the blonde-haired man.

"Is there something I can help you with, Ian?" She asked politely, her green eyes sparkling. Ian's own smile widened as he shook his head.

"No thank-you. Rain just wanted me to check on you and see how you were doing up here all by yourself. Plus, I needed someone I could actually have an intellegent conversation with. With three women as immature as eight-year-olds and a boy who as a brain the size of a tick, it can get pretty boring for someone like me." He explained himself in an elborate paragraph. His smirk had stayed in place the whole time.

Robin listened to him intently; all the while, thinking of something completely different.

Well, there is one thing that makes him a seperate person from Amon. Amon isn't this talkative The young witch thought as Ian cotinued to chatter. Though she did listen to some parts, she really wasn't interested in having a conversation. All she really wanted to do was stare out of the window and think.

But by the looks of it, she wasn't going to get to do it.

Ian continued his almost mindless rambling. His eyes were unusually bright with the obvious enjoyment of having someone to confide in...even if she didn't really talk back.

The blonde man suddenly turned his gaze in her direction, his eyes wandering over her face. Everything became silent in that one, little moment.

Robin felt herself blush, realizing that this was really the only time she had been this close to a guy. With exception of the time the STN-J was attacked and Amon had pulled her close to him.

The young witch breathed out quietly and suddenly. Gods, how she had not wanted that moment to end...

"Has any one ever told you that the scar on your neck looks like the letter A?" Ian asked, quickly drawing Robin out of a day dream.

The green-eyed girl gave him a strange and disbelieving look.

"Really?" She asked, instictively bringing a small, pale hand up to her neck and touching it gently. It tingled at the contact and she instantly pulled her fingers away.

"I'm serious. I don't have a mirror or anything like that, but if you feel it and trace the lines for a few moments, you'll see what I mean." Ian said, grabbing at her hand and placing it on her neck.

Robin did as she was told and began feeling around the general area of the scar, trying her best not to wince at the small, throbbing pain it was causing. Sure enough, the jagged lines of the scar were in the shape of the letter A.

"That's odd. I never noticed that before." Robin whispered, letting her fingers conitnue to wander around the left side of her neck. She then raised her eyes to Ian and added, "What do you suppose it means?"

The blonde man shrugged in a nochalant type of way.

"Who knows? But by the looks of that scar, this Akamu guy you told us about was bent on putting there permenately." Ian said, his face almost as serious as Amon's would be when he was concentrating on a hunt.

Robin gazed a the man next to her for a couple of moments before turning away; bringing her hand down from her neck in the process. Her emerald eyes showed fear and worry.

"Ian, do you think Amon is alright? I mean, do you think Akamu is really sent from the STN-J to hurt him?" She whispered quietly, her voice quavering with passionate concern. She sighed disappointedly when Ian only shrugged.

"I don't know, Robin. I mean, Akamu could just be some random witch who is bent on avenging a brother or someone that Amon has captured. It's not exactly diffinate that he is from the STN-J." The blonde man said with a serious glare to the girl next to him.

Robin only nodded in understanding.

"I see..." She whispered softly, staring down at her hands as they laid folded in her lap. Her was forehead creased in thought.

Ian stared at her as she continued to glare daggers at her folded hands, as if they were doing something to make her angry. The blonde man then let out an exasperated sigh and placed one of his own, large hands on top of the young witch's pale ones.

Robin's eyes widened in slight surprise and she whipped her gaze up to look into Ian's silver eyes. He was staring back at her intently; his mouth thin and his eyebrows furrowed.

"It's going to be ok. You'll see. I'll make sure that you are protected. I promise you that." He told her firmly, his hand tightening over hers as he spoke.

Robin's eyes shimmered in the dim light of the plane. It looked for a moment like she was about to cry.

"I guess that means your my watchdog..." She whispered, giving Ian her famous half-smile. He returned it with a mocking smirk.

They were like that for a good, five minutes, just staring deeply into one anothers eyes. It didn't take Robin long to realize that they were a good deal closer then they had been. Her eyes widened as Ian's nose nearly brushed hers.

Oh shit, oh shit... Her mind chanted nervously as she and Ian became even closer.

Robin!" A high-pitched and girly voice suddenly shouted in their ears, making them both quickly jump away from each other (At least, they would have jumped away from each other, had they not been sitting down at the time).

Rain and Kitten were both standing in the aisleway next their seats and were smiling like crazed lunatics that had just found a chest full of gold. It was Kitten who spoke first.

"Rain thinks it would be a good idea if you entered Japan incognito, Robin. Don't want any one from the STN-J to recognize you, do yo?" The young girl explained in an extremely loud voice. A lot of people in the seats around them were beginning to look their way.

Robin blushed, bringing her gaze down from the three people next to her and down at her feet still firmly planted to the floor under her seat.

Announce it to the whole world, why don't you... She growled subconciously. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted as she was pulled out of her seat and almost into Ian's lap as Kitten tried to get her to follow her and Rain.

"Come now, Robin! No time to lose! The plane's going to land soon, we have to get you ready!" Kitten said loudly as she finally managed to drag the young witch out of her seat and into the aisle. The two of them then made their was back to the bathrooms.

Rain watched them leave; a smile planted on her face. She then looked down at Ian, who was brooding in a very Amonlike way.

Rain frowned suddenly.

"Oh, please, Ian. Don't this to her. She's already madly in love with this Amon guy. Don't make it hard on her." The mahagony-haired woman said as she stiffly made her way back to her seat.

Ian listned carefully as her footsteps disappeared. As soon as Rain was out of earshot, his lips spread into a sinister leer.

"Aye aye, Captain. Heh, heh." He laughed quietly to himself as his silver eyes changed quickly to red.

Andy, Bree, and Ian waited as patiently as they could near baggage pick-up area. They had gotten everyone's luggage; including Robin's small bag full of possessions she had managed to snag from her burned down house when Andy took her to see it one last time before they had gone to the airport.

Ian paced in front of Bree, his face looking like that of a very angry mask. His hands were folded behind his back and his everytime his boots hit the tiled floor, they made a very loud "Clop!" noise.

Bree was looking nonchalantly at her fingernails and doing her best to dig out the dirt and grime that was under them. She wasn't doing a very good job.

Andy was sitting on his large suitcase and resting his chin moodily in his right hand. He then look at his watch and huffed loudly.

"Where are they? It shouldn't take this long just to use the bathrrom, should it?" The brown-haired man asked Ian impatiently.

Ian stopped his pacing for a moment and looked with narrowed eyes over at Andy.

"Andrew, when you are traveling with four women, you are bound to be waiting long periods of time whenever they use the restroom." He said, turning his gaze to Bree, who was glaring holes right through his body.

Andy rolled his eyes and was just about to go back to moping, when he suddenly spotted Rain towering above everyone else in her high-heeled boots. He could also just barely make the top of Kitten's blonde-haired head. Robin was no where to be seen.

"There they are. It's about time." Andy said as he jumped up from his resting place on his suitcase.

Ian, who had recently gone back to pacing, stopped a second time and turned to look at the two, approaching women. His eyes were moving back and fourth, as if searching for something (Or someone).

It was Bree who spoke the question on all three people's minds.

"Hey. Where's Robin?" She asked in her deep voice, though didn't really sound as if she were concerned.

"That is what I'd like to know." Ian said as he stepped forward to meet Kitten and Rain.

The three of them met about half-way. Kitten was smiling wildly and seemed to be trying not to giggle. Rain was just giving a tight lipped grin, which Ian found to look rather odd on her.

"So... Where is she?" The blonde-haired man asked, looking back and fourth between the two.

Kitten and Rain gave each other side-glance, both now grinning like maniacs. They then gracefully stepped aside to reveal a small, thin person draped in a what seemed to be a large, blue curtain.

The person appeared to be female, considering her small size and her eyes were covered by dark glasses.

The girl stepped forward timidly, a noticeable blush appearing in her pale cheeks.

Ian's mouth dropped open, as if someone had tied a string to his jaw and had just gave a hard yank. His silver eyes were now wide enough to rival the width of a basketball.

Bree and Andy came up next to Ian, both of their eyes were widened as well.

"Oh..." Was all Andy could manage to get out of his mouth. He raised a hand to his forehead and rubbed it, as if he thought that poor girl in front of him was a product of his imagination.

Out of the three of them, it was Bree who recovered from the shock first (Though not totally).

"Interesting fashion statement." She said slowly, her mouth open slightly is surprise.

Hearing Bree's deep voice somehow brought Ian back to reality and he shook his head to clear away the shock of the appearance of the girl, whom he figured was Robin.

"What...have you two done to her? She looks like she's from Afganastan or one of those places. Get her out of those rediculous clothes. She's probably uncomfortable in them, any way. Right, Robin?" He asked, bending down to the young witches height.

Robin gazed at him through the dark glasses for a moment before nodding slowly. This caused the hood of her dress (If you could even call it that) to fall forward and cover her face completely. And since Robin couldn't move her arms, there was no way for her to push back the hood.

"Mmmph!" The young girl muttered from inside the hood.

Ian scowled and raised himself to his full height. He glared hard at Rain, who was smiling a mile a minute.

"Get her out of these clothes. I expected better from our captain, Rain. This is utter humiliation for her." The blonde man growled at the tall woman in front of him. His silver eyes were flashing rather unpleasently.

Rain waved him off, as if he were nothing but a fly buzzing around her face.

"Lighten up, Ian. She'll be fine in there, trust me. Besides, this is a safety measure. You don't want Robin be recongnized by the STN while we're here, do you?" The mahagony-haired woman said, bringing up a jeweled hand to pat Robin softly on her head.

Ian narrowed his eyes at Rain before finally rolling them and turning away.

"Fine. Do what you will. But this is the last time I want to see her in those clothes. I want you to get her a proper disguise." The blonde-haired man commanded as he went to grab both his and Robin's suitcases.

Rain rolled her own eyes and gently grasped Robin on her shoulder.

"Alright then, Mr. Moody Pants." She said to herself as she helped the young witch walk forward. Due to how tightly the blue shroud was wrapped around her, poor Robin could barely take a step, much less even move her feet.

"Mmmph, merph..." She mumbled something to Rain.

Rain nodded in understanding and tapped Andy on the shoulder.

"Say, Andy. Would you mind helping me? I'm having trouble getting Robin to move." The tall girl asked.

Andy looked over at Robin and smiled. It wasn't a very friendly smile. It looked like the grin on someone who was about to blow something up with a huge stick of dynamite.

"Sure, Rain. I'll help. You just get your bags and I'll make sure Robin gets out of here without falling on her pretty, little face." The brown-haired boy said slyly as he walked over to the young girl and picked her up bridal-style in his arms.

Robin instantly blushed. The hood of her dress had fallen back, revealing her red face and oversized, black sunglasses.

Mumph! Gremph, mmmph!" The small witch tried to shout. She was wriggling around, almost like a dieing fish trying to find its way back to water.

Andy chuckled at the the young witch.

"Hold still, will you! It's not like I'm going to bite or any thing!" He told her with an amused grin on his face. Robin, however, kept on wiggling.

Ian watched this little fiasco with a stern expression on his face. He growled slightly at the way Andy was holding Robin. His Robin. The boy had no right to touch what was someone else's possession.

"Once this is over, Andrew, you'll be first on my list..." Ian snarled to himself as he bent down to pick up both his and Andy bags.

"You can count on it, you little bastard..."

Me: Such a silly chapter. :)

Amon's Angel of the Darkness: Don't worry, it's not going to end with only 26 chapters. It might very well end with 30 chapters. :) And it most certainly will NOT end with an "open-minded" ending. Thank-you for trying to get more people to read my story. I am forever grateful. Hugs AAOTD

Solaria735: I'm glad you like my writing style. Well, the reason Amon didn't go to America with Robin was because he wanted her to be happy. I know it's a rather stupid reason, but it's fanfiction. He's still her watchdog, in a way.

Yes, the first flashback is a little OOC. I didn't mean for it to turn out that way, honest. That's just how it ended up.

Amon's going be tortured a lot in this story. And I mean a lot....