Chapter Twenty-Two:

Locked Away

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Flashback

Amon watched with mounting curiousity as the female Craft-user (The replacement, he presumed) as she walked up calmly to Higashi, the witch that they were hunting. She held her head high and she seemed almost to be floating instead of walking.

Damn it, that's the girl I saw at Harry's today! The hunter thought, almost blushing now that he realized that he would be working side-by-side with this beautiful, young girl. Wait a minute. Did I just think that?

Amon glanced up at the girl again as he heard her speak something to Higashi.

"It appears that the result of the Ring of Ogam has been rewritten into Sig. This is my field." She said with an air of confidence as she held her stance. Her emereald stare was blank.

Amon gasped at this, turning towards Higashi to see what he would do.

The witch let out a ragged breath, his face contorted in rage. He raced towards the young girl, reaching a hand out to grab her. She dodged him easily.

The girl's pupils suddenly dialated, calling on her power and sending it towarsd Higashi. She managed to catch the sleeve of his jacket on fire, but it didn't do much damage. He brushed away, unharmed.

After regaining some of his composure, Higashi reached out at the girl again. This time, he successfully grasped on to the collar of her jacket, rearing his hand back to give her a good punch.

Oh, shit Amon thought as he quickly stood up and aimed his gun at Higashi.

A loud shot rang out and Higashi gasped, his eyes wide. Turning he slowly, he let the girl go and let her drop to the ground like a bag of onions. By this time, Karasuma and Sakaki had rejoined the fight and were now pointing their guns at him, too.

"Damn you all!!" Higashi shouted roughly, making to send his power out at Amon.

Amon just rolled his eyes and shot another, good dose of orbo into the witch's stomach. Sakaki and Karasuma followed his lead and immediately began firing bullets as well.

After a couple of seconds, all three of them stopped shooting, watching with limited interest as Higashi turned around, staggered a few inches, and finally fell face-first on to the ground next to the replacement, who hadn't even left her spot since she had landed.

The girl gasped silently, turning her wide eyes to the body next her. She then leaned away from it, as if she were afraid that he would get back up and turn on her again.

Amon watched as Sakaki walked over to the body, leaning down next to it to make sure the orbo had made an effect. He then looked at the young girl still sitting on the floor, her expression confused as Sakaki gave Michael the go ahead to let the factory guys in.

The dark-haired hunter frowned, realizing how much damage the girl's craft had caused to the surrounding area. Apparently, she wasn't as in control of her power as he first thought. That wasn't good, in his book...

"And I believe that we have gotten ourselves someone special as a replacement. Isn't that right, Amon?" The dark-haired man heard Karasuma say, making him turn towards her. She was crouching next to the girl, who had her own eyes turned up to him.

"'Amon?'" She whispered, as if his name were a question that needed to be answered. Apparently, she hadn't expected him to look so intimidating.

Amon walked over to the two of them, his expression blank as he reguarded the girl.

"Could you...use your powers a little bit more efficiantly?" Was the first thing to jump out of his mouth, causing her to gasp as she stared up into his eyes. He stared back, but a little more coldly. He was not happy with her at all.

"It's a pain in the neck putting out fires." He said as he turned away, not trusting himself to look into her hurt eyes in longer. He wasn't sure why, but he had a troubling feeling that this was going to be more difficult than he first thought.

He watched her all the next day. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, not for a minute.

He hated it.

So, to get rid of all the strange feelings bubbling up inside of him, he left her behind with Michael. Of course, this made her upset and somehow, it made him upset as well.

Eventually, he let her come on a hunt with him and the others. She did quite well, though she still caused damage. It was enough to get him to wonder, which he didn't like to do very often.

"Is she just out of control?" He asked Karasuma one morning after a failed hunt the night before, due to Robin's misguided powers. It surprised him to learn that he was actually worried about someone other than himself.

Karasuma found it rather unnatural as well.

"This is rather unusual for you. You're not one to be concerned about other people." She had pointed out truthfully. For some reason, this had made Amon quite angry.

Who's says that I can't be concerned about another's feelings!? He had almost snapped at her before his cellphone began buzzing, distracting him from his train of thought.

It wasn't long after that short conversation that Amon had a pair of specially-made glasses created for his young partner. She hadn't been very enthusiatic about it when he layed them in front of her on her desk that morning.

"There is nothing wrong with my eyesight." She told him stubbornly after he had suggested to her that she use them. For a moment, it hurt him to know that she did not appreciate his little 'gift', but he pushed that thought out of his mind and told her to use them any way.

Later on that day, Amon and Sakaki had returned from a incredible unproductive investigation. The dark hunter looked immediately at Robin's empty chair, his expression thoughtful.

"Robin's not here right now." Michael said, answering the question on Amon's mind. He turned to look at the hacker, his eyes imploring.

"I think she went to check out the Yotsuga Lake Park with Miss. Karasuma." Michael explained. Sakaki whistled from his chair and was about to make a comment when the sound of Amon's feet heading towards the doors caused him to pause.

I want to see her... The hunter's mind kept chanting as he headed for his car.

He had gotten to the park just in time to witness her in action. She had swept out like a dark hawk from behind a tree, the glasses glinting on the bridge of her nose. Amon's heart had swelled twice his normal size at this sight, almost choking him.

After regaining his breath, he and Sakaki managed to bring down the witch that Robin had set on fire. She fell to the ground immediately, giving Amon enough time to call Michael.

That night, as the factory guys placed the witch into the van, Amon glanced over his shoulder at the chestnut-haired girl standing a few yards behind him. His eyes were glistening in something that seemed almost like contentment.

Somehow, knowing that Robin had used the glasses...made him feel almost warm inside. And it scared him to know that he actually liked it...

"Your eye exam..took to hours." He told her the next day as he drove back to Raven's Flat from the doctor's.

Robin was in the back, fiddling with her glasses and obviously enjoying the few minutes of what little entertainment they offered.

"What should we say when we make our report?" She asked quietly, still preoccupied with her current activity.

"We'll say exactly what the doctor said." Amon replied, pulling into the employer parking garage under the STN-J headquarters.

The guard that usually stood watch in the front hall was trying his best to put a liscence plate on Robin's vespa, which had just arrived that morning before Amon had taken her to the doctor. He looked up when they pulled in, smiling when he saw Robin step out.

"Hi Miss. Robin. It's just about done." He told her. She looked down at him, smiling.

"Thank-you very much." She said, bring up her glasses again to look at them. Amon noticed this and mentally sighed.

"Does that mean you're still not satisfied?" He asked, hoping she wouldn't detect the hurt tone in his voice. She turned to look at him.

"It just feels a little strange. It's my own body, after all. I should know it better than this." She said, sounding as though she were slightly ashamed of herself.

Amon noticed this and tried to change the subject, even if it was just for a few seconds.

"What's that thing?" He asked, meaning her vespa.

"When I was in Itatly, that's what I rode." She said, pausing as she leaned forward on to the roof of his Sudan. "I've been waiting for it to get here." She added after a second, bringing up the glasses, as if making to put them on her nose. She then brought them back down and looked at them.

Amon cursed under his breath.

"They explained it. Your eyesight gets worse when you use your powers at their maximum level. You don't agree with that assessment?" He asked her, quickly growing tired of this conversation.

"I just don't see how they could be so sure to make a diagnosis like that." She said, placing the glasses on the roof and glaring at them.

"Are you going to use your glasses or not?" Amon asked, once again hoping that she would not hear that little disappointed note in his hard tone.

Robin lowered her head a little bit, so that her lips were pressed slightly against the car.

"I'll use them." She replied softly, her voice a little muffled. She looked at Amon through the lens, her expression glum.

"I think you'd better. You're much too dangerous...if you can't control your powers." He said, his voice firm.

She raised her gaze at this comment, her eyes going from bleak to hopful. She was smiling a little, as if the hunter had just told her he would take her out for ice cream.

"So, does that mean that your going to treat me properly from now on? Like a real partner?" She inquired timidly, her fingers tapping cutely on the roof of the car as her excitement mounted.

Amon raised his eyebrows at this comment. This was the first time she had ever really mentioned his cruel way of treating her and it bothered him slightly. Maybe he could lighten up a little --

"I'll ask you to do whatever's nessessary. Whether you're my partner or not." He said quickly before his thoughts ran away with him and before he said something he might regret later.

Robin's face fell slightly as she paused. After a second, she must have forgotten about it, for her eyes brightened and she looked up at Amon.

"What is your power, Amon? It looks like you always use a gun." She asked, her face once again hopeful.

Amon glared at her for a moment before turning and walking away, a little uncomfortble with the sudden change in subjects.

"Perhaps is just...that you haven't awakened, yet." She persisted, grabbing her glasses and following behind him.

Amon didn't answer right away. He really didn't want to talk about his hidden powers. They were a private a matter and they were his alone. It was none of her business.

"There is no need to answer your question." He said as he continued to walk towards a door that was hidden in the shadows of the parking lot.

He heard her stop behind him. He knew she was probably resenting the fact that he didn't trust her more. The truth was, he really wanted to trust her. It's just that Zaizen's orders were clear to him and he could not turn on them.

It was at that moment that Amon realized what a total bastard he really was.

"Now, would you mind explaining about Robin's glasses?" Zaizen commanded as Amon stood in his office, looking through the window that overlooked the conference room. He was watching Sakaki recieve a good scolding from Kosaka.

He knew he was avoiding answering Zaizen's question. He actually didn't really care.

"Why did you go out of your way like that? You really don't understand at all." Zaizen said from behind him. Amon really kind of wished he would shut up. Alas, it was only a selfish wish.

And any way, it's wasn't like he knew why he cared for Robin's well-being, either.

"From now on, it'll be your responsibility to keep a close watch on her at all times, understand." Zaizen said, his voice stern.

Amon turned to look at him, his eyes almost holding a hatred for his director.

"Yes, I understand." He said bitterly, leaving once he got the go ahead. He stepped down the stairs quietly, imbersed in his own thoughts. It wasn't until Robin walked by him and over to Michael did he actually come out of his trance.

The hunter suddenly smiled.

"Sure, I'll keep an eye on her." He said to himself, cocking his head slightly so that he could get a good look at Robin's backside.

Oh, shit, I'm a pervert!

Touko had left about twenty message on his cellphone. He was now seriously thinking about changing his phone number.

He and Robin had both somehow ended up at Harry's. Somehow, they ended up in a conversation, starting with him letting out a monstrous sneeze and her kindly offering him a hankerchief. He rudely declined.

"I've got my own." He said, taking it out of his pocket and showing it to her. Her face fell and she puts her away. Amon nearly kicked himself.

After some small talk over coffee and a discussion about the hunt, she got up and left, leaving Amon feeling very much alone.

Robin had done it again. Somehow, she had been able to get into his head and maniplulated him into doing something for her. He wasn't sure why, but everything she wanted, he somehow found himself trying his best to get it for her.

This had been going on for about a month now. This time around, Robin had wanted to prove that an ordinary accedent was not really ordinary at all. Turns out, she had met the woman that had died the night before the wreck and was convinced a witch had done the dirty work.

A lot of the people at the office thought she was crazy or thought that maybe she was just wanting to try out her newly increased powers; especially Karasuma.

Amon seemed to be the only one that believed her at all. He defended her when Karasuma chewed her out. He even got Michael to do a little research.

Though Amon was surprised that he was willing to do all this for her, he was even more shocked by Robin's aggressiveness to crack this case. It kind of gave him a new sense of respect for her as a person.

What really got him, though, was that he was now slowly and painfully becoming aware of her company. He was beginning to realize that he actually enjoyed her being with him on hunts. They had chemistry and he knew it.

He was pretty sure just about everyone knew it.

Amon was now sure he was keeping more of a close eye on her than he really wanted to. He couldn't help himself. It wasn't his fault she had to wear that bulky dress, making him wonder what was under there. It wasn't his fault that everytime she walked past him, her hips moved a certain way and made his mouth water.

And it most deffinately wasn't his fault that everytime she looked at him with those damn, beautiful eyes, he felt like kissing her.

I'm just a couple steps away from wanting to see her naked. The hunter thought grimly as he risked a glance at Robin's backside for the fifth time that day.

He could see her on the other side of the bridge. Her expression showed how confused she was to her partner with her roommate.

She'll eventually put two and two together. She'll find out, you shithead. Amon's conscience nagged at him. The hunter knew it was right though. It was always right.

He glanced solomnly over at Touko, who was being unnaturally quiet. Usually, she was an annoying chatterbox, but tonight...

Amon mentally sighed. Now, he knew he was a bastard.

Amon met Robin and Kirihara about half-way. He had been coming up to 'rescue' her after he had witnessed the scaffolding on top of the unfinished building collasping.

When he met her, however, she didn't seem to be in the least bit harmed. In fact, when she saw him, she practically flew at him and had jumped into his arms.

While he was still trying to get over his shock, Amon raised his gaze up to Kirihara. He was carrying what seemed to be an unconcious Kurosawa on his back. One look in the doctor's in the eyes told the hunter a different story, though.

Sniffing back tears, Kirihara gestured his head at the young girl in Amon's arms.

"H-her arm is sprained. You might want to get her checked out." He said raggedly, hefting Kurosawa higher up on his back.

Amon raised an eyebrow, lowering his gaze to Robin. He gasped slightly when he realized that she had fallen asleep against his chest, though she was still standing. She looked so adorable, the hunter could help but smile slightly.

Gently picking the young Craft-user up bridal-style in his arms, Amon glared over at Kirihara and motioned that he go in front of him. The doctor nodded and timidly tried to side-step the dark-haired man.

On his way to the front, Amon snarled at Kirihara from the corner of his mouth.

"We'll take them both to the hospital, but once your done with them, you're under arrest." He said, giving the doctor a side-glance.

Kirihara nodded and continued on his way. Amon followed soon after with Robin.

It didn't surprise the hunter that she slept soundly in the back of his car all the way to the hospital.

"And what about...the connection to her." Zaizen asked him a few days later. Amon knew he was talking about Robin and her seemingly odd relationship with the witch that they had just hunted. The two of them had the same powers and yet, were not related by any means.

"No. There wasn't any that we saw." Amon said, knowing that he was telling the truth, but wondering if Zaizen would except it as well.

It was just his luck that the older man did not.

"Your emotions aren't getting in the way, are they?" He asked with an exasperated sigh, as if he knew that it would happen all along. Amon couldn't help but narrow his eyes coldly.

"No, Sir." He said, trying keep his voice even. He knew from the silence afterward what Zaizen wanted him to do.

"I understand. I'll check it out one more time."

Amon glared at his cellphone with a thoughtful stare. Touko was on the other line. He had just told her that they couldn't see each other any more...

Not that he cared. They both knew that the relationship was futile, so what was the point of going on and pretending that it was okay? He just hated being the one to have to tell her.

Amon raised his gaze suddenly. He could see Robin (wearing Doujima's jacket) coming towards his car. She was carrying what seemed to be a heavy paper bag.

"Can I ask you one thing?" Touko suddenly inquired, making Amon turn back down to the phone in his hand. He wanted to tell her that she just asked him a question and hang up, but he knew that would be too childish.

"What's that?" He replied, flicking his gaze up to Robin for a moment before bringing it back.

Touko paused for a moment before speaking in a timid whisper.

"Do you -- love her?" She questioned hestantly.

Amon stared hard at the phone, his hand now shaking from holding on to it too tight. He knew who she meant and he wasn't really comfortable discussing stuff like this.

Still, did he really love...her?

"I have to go." He said sternly, hanging up on her and flipping his phone shut. Robin was leaning down beside his car window, clearly wanting him to open it. Once he had rolled it down, she held up the paper bag she had been carrying and held it out to him at an arm's length.

"Here. It's on the house." She said softly, giving him a smile as he took it. After nodding her head in farewell, she turned and began walking away.

Amon watched her leave before looking down at what was obviously his dinner.

"I can't be in love with her...can I?"

Things began getting bad about a month after Amon had finished off things with Touko. First, a strange case with a young man suddenly losing his powers of electricity. Both Amon and Zaizen suspected that there was a witch out there that could give and/or take powers from others.

Their suspicions were confirmed when a witch called a Methuselah hacked into the STN-J computer system (Pissing off Michael in the process). As it turned out, she had been calling for Robin. She went missing for about day.

Amon had gone crazy looking for her. By the afternoon, he was nearing hysteria, though he hid it from everyone else. Finally, right about sunset, he found her in the Walled City standing beside what seemed to be a burnt wheelchair. Apparently, Methuselah had chose Robin to kill her so that she may finally end her immortal life. And she could only be killed by fire...

A few days later, an Inquisitor had come to test a potential hunter named Shiro Masuda. It was the same one who had questioned Robin.

Amon didn't much care for the man. He was quite rude towards him and his partner, so it was wonder how the hunter managed to stay civil

Shiro Masuda didn't exactly get the hunter job, either. Amon and Robin were commanded to tail him after his test and were both witnesses three teenagers attacking him in a nearby park.

After a few kicks to his ribs, Masuda turned leathal and killed two of the thugs.

"This is bad." Amon stated bluntly as he had jumped out of the car.

Robin followed him, gasping when Masuda tried to Amon attack as well.

The hunter was sitting on the ground, his gun ripped away from his hands by the other man's power.

"What do want from me? Who are you? Are you going to try and attack me, as well?" Masuda hissed as he raised Amon up into the air.

The dark-haired man let out a distressed grunt as he felt himself floating and his bones being crushed together. After a couple seconds, though, the feeling stopped and he was dropped to the ground with a thud.

"Do really deprive that much pleasure from crushing people?" Amon heard Robin say softly from somewhere. He wanted to vomit from all the stress he was being dealt tonight, but all he could do was lay there and listen to his own labored breathing.

After a second, the hunter suddenly heard Masuda scream in agony. He turned over and looked at Robin standing a few feet away. It took him a minute to figure out that she had saved his life and had killed the witch. She had kill --

"Robin, you --" He trailed off. He couldn't finish his sentence.

Watching as a tear fell down her face, it dawned on Amon that he was, indeed, in love with her...

Amon stared at Zaizen in disbelief. He had heard what the director said and yet, could not bring himself to believe it.

He stumbled forward, eyes wide.

"Robin is --" He paused. Tears were beginning to well up in his eyes.

No! It can't be true! This girl -- I just admitted that I loved her only last night! How could she be a -a

"A witch..."

"I can't do it." Amon told himself as he paced around his apartment that night. He had been given orders to hunt Robin. And he tried. He did. He really, really tried.

He just couldn't do it...

"Damn you, Zaizan. I love her. Can't you see that I love her, you ungrateful bastard!" Amon shouted as he his living room wall with a bare fist, causing his knuckles to bleed. Of course, he knew he deserved it. After the pain he had put herthrough, all he wanted was to just slam his head into something.

"Why can't you take me instead?" The dark-haired man whispered, raising his hand and gazing at it almost hatefully.

He had called her a lier. She knew it was him who had tried to do her in. She knew he had betrayed her...

He had to go see her. Even if it was just for a moment, he had to see her.

Grabbing on to his jacket, the hunter ran quickly out of his apartment; not even bothering to lock his door.

She was standing out on her balcony in nothing but a slip. Her hair was down and flowing over her shoulders gracefully. A large gust of wind sent her back inside.

Amon watched the young girl from a bridge on the other side of the street, his eyebrows furrowed.

How could Zaizen even think that this girl -- no, woman --was a witch? How could he even think of her as a witch? It just wasn't logical.

Sighing in frustration over the matter, Amon turned to leave with troubled thoughts still going through his head.

Robin ran into him at the bottom of the stairs, huffing as if she had just ran the hundred-meter dash.

"Sorry!" She gasped out, not even bothering to make sure who it was as she tried to side-step him. He blocked her, though, glaring sternly down at her.

"You're not going anywhere." He growled in his low monotone. She gasped and jerked her gaze up at him, her eyes clearly stating the word 'fear'.

"Amon!" She said, staring up into his eyes as her breathing became labored. It wasn't long before she fainted.

Amon caught her in his arms, picking her up bridal-style as Karasuma and Sakaki came running down the stairs. He could feel Miho's accusing glare. He knew she wasn't happy with him.

And he knew Robin's eyes were staring at him when he had walked passed Karasuma's car. He knew she was probably feeling hurt and betrayed.

You've lost her trust...and there's probably no hope of getting it back. His conscious said as he trudged up the stairs to Touko's apartment. If you weren't an asshole before, you sure are one, now.

Amon sighed, pushing open the door to the apartment. He was going to have to face the music...

The kicks came fast and furious. And he deserved every damn, one of them. Even the particular one that happened to hit him square in the face.

At last, the kicking ceased. Zaizen hovered dangerously overhead, letting Amon catch a breather before he beat the hell out of him some more.

"Why didn't you follow my orders?" He asked, pausing. Amon limply shrugged, as if he were asked this question everyday while getting beaten to a bloodly pulp.

Zaizen must have noticed this, for his eyes narrowed even further.

"If you had moved as I told you, Touko would have been safe..." He said after a moment, as if Touko were the one that Amon was supposed to protect. The older man reared back his foot, aiming for the hunter's rib's.

"Touko!" He shouted, hitting Amon in the chest area.

The dark-haired man let out a loud, painful grunt. Then another. Once again, he was being hammered to the ground.

Zaizen kicked Amon in the side, causing the hunter to ram his face in the wooden floor. A cracking noise was heard and blood began dripping out of his nose.

"Robin..." Was all he could say before Zaizen's foot connected with is ribs again.

Robin looked up at him, her face grim. The Factory was collapsing all around them. Everything was on fire.

After a couple of seconds, the young girl ran forward and hugged Amon around his middle tightly. She buried her face into chest, nuzzling at his collarbone.

"I forgive you, Amon." She said, allowing him to hold her in return.

End of Flashback

Amon at last awoke from his montoge of memories. Everything on him was in pain. Though not as bad as yesterday, every part of his body was still giving him shit.

It had been at least a week since his capture in the theater prop room and he still had bullets inside of him. The SOLOMON doctors were trying their best to remove them, but it was taking time. He was still having to go through multiple surguries.

Amon was actually surprised that he had even survived this long. He had been so sure that he was going to die that very first night. They had pumped a lot of lead in to him.

The ex-hunter raised his limp head, looking down at the floor of his cell. He was still hanging from the damn wall and the stupid gag was still in his mouth. Not a very comfortable position to be in.

Course, he wouldn't have been put there if he hadn't tried to escape the other day. Hey, any one would have after being in this hell hole for two days.

And as for the gag, well, that stupid guard deserved to have his finger bitten.

Amon smiled a little behind the gag at this thought, raising his head every more slightly. He moved his arms and legs, sighing when he realized they were still bound in chains.

Who was he kidding? No one, not even he, could get out of here. If he had failed the first time, chances are he would fail again if he risked a second time.

The dark-haired man groaned, lowering his head.

He might as well just go back to sleep and just dream of escape. Or dream of Robin.

Robin...

The sound of a door being opened caught Amon's attention and he jerked his gaze back up. A tall, lanky man with long, greasy, black hair stepped into the cell. He was wearing a sardonic grin, like he usually did when he came to visit.

Amon narrowed his eyes and growled. This man had been coming in to 'check' on him ever since he had first came here. He wasn't sure what the guy's name was. All he knew was that the guy wore bad cologne and probably never washed his hair.

The man sauntered right up to Amon, who was a a whole lot taller then him, considering his position on the wall.

The man's smile widened, bringing up a finger to drag it along Amon's cheek.

"Oh, poor hunter. I see you're recovering quite well." He said sweetly, his voice sounding just as greasy as his hair looked.

Amon tried to jerk his head away, making the chains bounding him to the wall rattle.

The man laughed silkly, lowering his hand and slipping it into his pocket.

"Aww, do you still resent me? Come now, where's the love?" He inquired, putting on a sad face that would have made little kids cry in terror.

Amon snarled and tried to lash out the man, though he only succeeded in making his body sway awakwardly. The chains holding his arms and legs clanked loudly as he did this.

The man laughed, as if what Amon was doing amused him.

"Oh, you are very funny, hunter! It's very cute how you keep trying to escape." He said, continuing to let out loud guffaws.

Amon narrowed his dulled, silver eyes and concentrated them on the man in front of him. He really wanted to hurt the stupid bastard right about now...

A light breeze suddenly blew inside the cell, making both men inside glance up.

The greasy-haired man let out a 'hmm' and turned back to Amon, his smiling returning.

"I see. So that's what you do." He said, chuckling as he turned to make his leave.

Amon began swaying his body again, growling to himself as he tried to grab at the other man before he reached the door. A sudden beeping caught his attention, making him look down at his pocket.

The sound reached the other man's ears as well, causing him to turn and walk back towards Amon.

"Was that you?" He asked stupidly as he reached his gloved hand inside Amon's trench coat, searching his pocket for the source of the noise. What he pulled out was a damaged cellphone.

The greasy-haired man smiled evily, stuffing the contraption into his own jacket pocket.

"I think I'll take this, if you don't mind." He said as he turned once again to leave.

Amon narrowed his eyes again, mentally cursing himself. He had forgotton that he had his cellphone with him. Now, he had lost his only hope of reaching help. Fate just did not favor him today.

"Oh, yes! Robin sends her love, hunter!" The greasy man called through the bars of the cell door as it was closed behind him. The comment must have been funny somehow, for he began laughing soon after he had spoke.

It was soon after that the man left.

Amon lowered his head, tears coming to his eyes.

"Robin..." He whispered, his voice muffled from the gag.

Me: Um, a very long, boring, strange chapter. I hope you enjoy it.

Angel452: Strangely, that's probably what's going to happen in the end. Ian is just really getting on my nerves and I'm getting tired of him.

As for you two question about Amon, you only have to read above. :)

fantacdreamer: Your right, Robin has suffered a lot through this entire story. She's going to suffer a little more before it's over, though. Please forgive me. :(

Solaria735: Well, Rain, Kitten, Bree, Ian, and Andy all come from a organization that deals with helping witches all around the world, so it would probably make sense that they know a bunchof languages. And since they obviously know how to speak Japanese, they could probably speak with the others at the STN-J as naturally as if they were speaking English. :) I hope that made sense...

Kerigan: ::Smiles:: Thanx for the hug. Thank-you for reviewing, too.

Amon's Angel of the Darkness: Ah, okay. I thought maybe that he was your little sister or something. It's all good. Okay...

Anyways, yes. All of Robin's friends get to meet each other in ch.21, but it gets a little tought having to write all of them into one chapter. I now sort of wish I didn't make so much characters.

Unfortunetly, I think Amon is that predicatable. Or at least, I make him that way. As for whether or not he's alive, you only have to look at the chapter above. :)

Hope to be reading some of your new chapters soon!

AnimeFreaks13: I don't think I've read any of your stories. Just give me the names of some of them and I'll go right away. :)

As for the thing about me not accepting anonymous reviews...They're is a very logical reason behind that. You see, I've read some anonymous reviews where the reviewer was just downright rude, so, being a new author, I didn't feel like dealing with the harsh criticism. I'm now trying to figure out a way to let anonymous reviewers have their chance. :)

Thanks for reviewing!