Chapter Twenty-Seven:
Fragile Things
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Amon heard the awful, muffled thud of his bullet hitting something solid. He opened his grey eyes, which he didn't even realize that he had closed.
Robin still stood in the same spot that she had been in before. Nothing seemed to have changed about her in the last five seconds.
Amon nearly let out a breath of relief. He must have missed her and hit a tree somewhere...
Robin saw the ex-hunter relax his tense shoulders and she smiled. She then reached into her coat pocket and pulled out her half-moon specticles, placing them softly on the bridge of her nose.
Amon cocked his head a little, clearly question her actions.
The young witch just stared back with that same, gentle smile on her face.
"I'm sorry. I almost forgot...to put on these." She said breathlessly before letting out an painful grunt and falling forward to her knees.
Amon gasped as he watched the chestnut-haired girl in front of him fall like a brick to the ground. Her glasses flew off of her nose, landing with a tinkling sound in the dirt.
A few moments of silence overcame him as he stared at the still form of Robin's body. It took him a couple more seconds to realize that he had regained control of his body.
Amon dropped the gun on to the grass and immediately ran over to Robin. Sliding on to his own knees, he gently laid a large hand on her ribcage and rolled her over so that she was on her back.
"Robin?" He whispered, lifting her up into his arms and laying her on his lap. "Robin, can you hear me?"
Said girl moaned slightly and opened her emerald eyes, smiling widely when they met up with a couple of grey ones.
"Amon." She breathed out pathetically, her voice bright with happiness.
Amon frowned at this, bringing up a hand to brush some of her hair out of her face.
"This is no time to be so happy, Robin." He said seriously, pausing to grimace at the blood that had begun to pool around the girl's chest area. "God, I can't believe I just shot you... This is just like that damn dream."
Robin's expression became confused.
"What dream?" She asked innocently, though she actually had a good idea what he was talking about.
Amon gazed down at her, his face soft with his saddness.
"I've -- I've been having these strange dreams lately...all of them about you. Some of them weren't so bad, but a couple have been ones where I shoot you and you --" He trailed off here, not really sure if he can finish his sentence with out breaking out into uncharaterisic tears.
Robin nodded at this, wincing at the pain the movement cause her.
"I understand. I've been having some of the same dreams." She said, causing Amon to look at her in disbelief. "You come out of the darkness, gun held high. You act as if you can't control your body at all. You shoot me and I fall. You catch me, though, and hold me, just like now. I tell you good-bye..." She stopped at about this point, turning her head away so that she wouldn't have to look at him any more.
Amon let his jaw drop and his eyes widen. For some reason, he couldn't believe what she had just said. Was it really possible for two people to have almost the exact same dream? At different times? Somehow, his overly-intellegent mind did not want to compute this type of information.
That aside, he looked down at the treasure laying crippled in his arms. His old frown was plastered across his face, just like it had always been.
"Are you -- planning on saying good-bye to me, now...Robin?" He whispered, his voice cracking with something which sounded a lot like guilt.
The young witch's face fell at this comment, tears coming to her beautiful, emerald eyes.
"I don't know. I suppose it depends on if you want me to leave or not. I'm nothing more than a witch after all. You should probably be happy." She said casually, as if she were just going down the street to the supermarket.
Amon cocked his head slightly, his mouth forming a firm, thin line across his pale, angular face. His grey eyes were blank.
"If I said that I would be lost without you here with me, would you stay?" He breathed, raising his hand to place on the side of her cheek and brushing along her jaw with his thumb.
Robin's gasped at his words and the next the Amon knew, she had buried her face into his jacket. Tears were pouring out of her eyes and on to the rough, black fabric.
After a couple of minutes, she managed to stop herself and drew herself away from the ex-hunter. She then looked up at him, a lone tear falling slowly down her cheek.
"You have no idea...how long I've been waiting to hear you say something like that to me..." She succeeded in choking out as she tried to sniff back more tears.
Amon chuckled somewhat at this before bending his head sightly and kissing Robin's forehead.
Robin shivered, letting out a cough as the dark-haired man holding her raised his head. His eyes became narrowed and concerned.
"Robin..." He whispered, his expression becoming horrified as her coughing intensified. Blood was bubbling up from her throat and into the hand she was holding over her mouth, coloring the skin red.
"Amon..." She moaned, grabbing on to the collar of his jacket with her free hand to hold herself erect.
Amon wrapped his arms around her thin, heaving shoulders, trying to keep her steady as she continued to spit up blood.
Gods, what in the hell have I done? His mind thought as layed Robin back on to the grass as she continued to hack and cough.
"Robin, stay awake as long as you can. I'll get you some help." He said to her as he was about to stand up.
The chestnut-haired girl let out a weak protest as her fist tighened around the handful of Amon's jacket that she was holding.
"No...don't go. I'll be...alright." She said, her speech filled with breaks in between.
Amon raised an eyebrow and scowled.
"But Robin..." He whispered softly, becoming worried.
Robin just smiled at him, her teeth and lips tainted with blood.She raised her clean hand and placed it on his face, brushing some of his loose hair behind his ear.
I'll be okay... I promise..." She rasped, letting out a muffled gag.
Amon looked skeptically at her.
"Are you sure?" He asked quietly, taking her bloodied hand in his and squeezing it tightly.
Robin just nodded her head.
"I will. I promise that I will..." She told him gently as she raised her gaze to look up at the stars in the sky above. She looked as if she had just gone into a trance.
Amon's face was tense with worry. He shook the young girl a little bit, as if to make sure she was still awake.
"Robin?" He said firmly, gasping as her skin became pale right before his eyes. His jaw dropped in horror as she turned her head slowly to look at him with her own eyes; though they hardly seemed like hers any more.
"Good-bye, Amon..." She said softly before letting her eyes close.
The hunter was silent for a second after she said this, his own skin becoming paler than usual. After a minute or two, he shook Robin's body in arms.
"Robin." He said simply. When she remained quiet and limp, he slowly drew her to his chest; his eyes wide with realization and shock.
"Robin...I'm sorry." He whispered, though he knew she couldn't hear him. He let out a ragged breath, trying to hold back sobs as he buried his face into her neck. "I'm so sorry..."
After a few, earth-shattering moments, Amon shoulders flinched and he let out a sound that startled everyone around him. He then did something that sent all of his friends into shock...
He cried.
Amon. The fearless, ex-hunter from the STN-J that did not normally care for anyone other than himself, was crying. He cried and he cried and he cried. His eyes were nothing but pools of grey tears.
Amon finally raised himself away from Robin's neck after a couple of seconds, blood covered the front of his kimono-vest from being up against the young witch's bullet wound.
Not like he gave even a damn, though. All he could do and all he really wanted to do, was sit they're and hold Robin's limp body in his arms while he continued to sob over her departure from this world.
A soft, twinkling sound came from in front of him and suddenly, they're was Akamu; knealing on one knee across from Amon. His magenta eyes held concern, as well as deep sympathy for the dark-haired man.
Raising his gaze, Akamu sighed and shook his head.
"Humans are such fragile things. Wouldn't you agree...Amon." He said in his sickeningly silky voice. His eyes were locked on the other man's face, watching for a reaction.
Amon glared hard at the witch, his tears having not subsided, as of yet. He then looked down at the pale girl in his arms and he shook his own head.
"Not this human. She never was fagile. If she was, she did a good job of hiding it." He said as he began to shake from unhappiness, sniffing as he tried to keep another onslaught of tears from gushing forth out of his eyes.
Akamu cocked his head a little to the right as if confused.
"Is that so?" He asked, sounding eerily like Master Harry.
Amon just nodded, holding Robin closer to him.
"T-they're were times when I wondered if she ever really needed me to be her watchdog. She could already take care of herself. Why would she want me to tag along behind her like some shadowy stalker?" He paused here, gulping back more sobs before continuing. "I've only just now realized that she kept me around because she was in love with me...as I am with her."
Akamu let his eyes narrow slowly with empathy.
"I see." Was all he said before turning his head away and looking at the others. They were all shedding their own tears, but more quietly, so as not to disturb the mourning hunter.
Amon released a burdened and forlorn moan, squeezing Robin's shoulders tightly.
"I'm sorry, Robin. Please forgive me." He whimpered pathetically as he held her to him, his head once again buried in her neck.
"I have no right to say that I'm in love with you..."
A sudden and unbearable silence overcame everyone in the park, including Brock, who had been watching from the sidelines the entire time. The deafening quiet was only broken by the overly-dramatic sobs of Doujima as she embraced on to Sakaki.
Karasuma was holding a hankerchief to her nose, trying to muffle her own sniffles.
Bree, hard-headed though she was, was on her knees next to Kitten's own fallen body. Little droplets of water were making their way down her cheeks in streams.
Andy, still balancing Rain's head in his lap, let only one, silent tear fall before becoming completely oblivious to everything around him.
Michael remained quiet, his brooding mind going into overdrive as he thought about all that was going on. His glasses hid his eyes from view, so it was hard to tell what he was actually feeling at the moment.
Amon had not moved from his post, his arms quivering as he clutched on to Robin. His face had come away from her throat and was now glowering in disgust at the bullet wound in her chest.
"Damn me to Hell. May God punish me for the unholy sin that I have commited." He absent-mindedly prayed as he closed his eyes, letting one last tear fall from his right one.
The glistening, little drop landed with a tiny "kerplop" amidst the blood of the gaping hole that had broken the young witch's breastbone. A tension-filled pause aroused for a moment before an unearthly light began to consume the damaged area.
Amon's steel eyes widened, his dropping open as he saw what looked to be a miniture tornado rise out of Robin's chest.
The girl let out a gurgling sound and her chest heaved, as if something was jerking on it.
As Amon watched in awe, the small twister increased in size for a couple of seconds before shrinking again. After spitting out what seemed to be a little sphere of light, the tornado retreated back into Robin's body; making a loud, sucking noise as it did so.
The little marble of light that the cyclone had spit out landed on the grass softly. Once the light extinguished, it suprised everyone to learn that it was the bullet that Amon had shot Robin with.
The ex-hunter stared at the small piece of lead with wide eyes and his jaw slacked. He was in a silent stupor for about two seconds before a small voice timidly caught his attention.
"Was that...your power?" Robin whispered plantively, her voice thick from being dead for the past ten minutes. Color was starting to creep back into her skin and her emerald eyes were regaining their shine. And somehow or other, her wound had been healed.
Amon turned and gazed down at her in disbelief. He had not been expecting her corpse to suddenly become conscious again, so it startled him quite a bit.
"I-I suppose... A-a-are you going to think any differently of me? I mean...well, you know..." He stuttered, trying his best to get in control of his shaky voice.
Robin smiled up at him, which caused his heart to start beating rapidly. She raised her clean hand and brushed a few stray locks away from his face.
"I could never think of you as a witch." She told him firmly as she contiued to grin up a him.
Amon sighed from what seemed to be relief before bringing her into a tight embrace, which she gladly returned.
Me: Well, that chapter sucked. Poor Robin. I'm so mean to all of the characters in this story. ::Shakes head::
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