Chapter Twenty-Eight:
Robin's Song
Disclaimer: I'm not writing it, because I'm sure all of you can remember it. :)
"How touching..." A voice greased over with sweetness said, causing the both of them them to look up. "This is just going to make it all the more fun when I kill you, Amon."
Amon growled at this comment, pulling Robin closer to him.
"You bastard..." He snarled while stealthily trying to slip his hand into his pocket. He fumbled around in there for a second before his eyes got wide in panic.
Brock chuckled and brought his hand up for the two of them to see. Amon's gun was balancing on the tip of his gloved finger.
"Looking for this?" He said with another laugh as he gripped the weapon more firmly in his fist. After getting a secure hold on it, he held it up a second time and pointed straight at the two witches in front of him; a, insane smile drawn across his lips.
Seeing this, Amon shifted his position so that Robin was now sitting behind him and out of danger. He then stood up, bringing the young girl with him.
"Go ahead... Take your best shot." He said in a low voice, tensing a little bit when he felt Robin's hand grip on to his shoulder from behind.
Brock's smile widened.
"With pleasure." He said as he proceeded to press his finger on the trigger with a mad gleam in his eyes
A shot rang out into the air, making both Robin and Amon flinch and grab on to each other's hands. They closed their eyes and held on to each other for dear life.
There was a couple seconds of silence before they reopened their eyes. Amon breathed with a sigh of relief when he realized that the shot that was fired had not been Brock's.
The greasy-haired man had dropped the gun to the ground, looking in disbelief at his hand, which was now missing two fingers and bleeding in torrents.
Robin paled at the sight and turned her head around to see who had fired the shot. She smiled warmly when she saw Karasuma holding up her own gun. Smoke was hissing out of the barrel, clearly indicating that it was she who had come to the rescue.
"The show's over, Pretty Boy. Time to put you to sleep." She said, cocking her gun to get it ready to let off a second shot. Sakaki followed her example and pulled out his own gun.
Brock gazed at the both of them, his eyes wide in surpise. His hand was a bloody mess and had not stopped it's blood flow. He gazed with pure hatred at Karasuma.
"You're -- you're going to pay for that, wench..." He rasped as he raised his good hand. A sickeningly pale light was surrounding his fingers, accompainied by a strange, buzzing noise.
Amon gasped and sprinted from his position in front of Robin, running towards Brock at full speed.
"Amon!" The young witch cried as the ex-hunter hit the other man and tackled him to the ground.
And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to Heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
Amon lifted himself up on to his hands and knees, breathing harshly. His eyes were closed from trying to pull himself together.
Brock was laying, seemingly unconscious, next to him. His eyes were open in shock and surprise.
Robin has her hands up and covering her mouth, her eyes also wide. She took a shaky step forward.
"Stay there, Robin! It's not safe." Amon suddenly barked, causing the chestnut-haired girl to halt in her tracks. He was staring at Brock in a brooding silence, his mouth nothing more than a thin line.
Robin, in turn, watched him in fear, concerned for his safety. She jumped out of her trance when a trembling hand was placed on her shoulder.
"Let's go, Robin. I need to get you out of here." Andy whispered, his voice firm and his eyes stern.
The young girl shook her head.
"I'm not leaving Amon here to fend for himself. His condition is awful..." She said quietly, gesturning to the horrible state of said man's clothing.
Andy just scoffed and squeezed tightly on to her shoulder.
"He'll be just fine. Look, I've already gotten Rain and Kitten safely away from here. All I need to do is --" A loud yell cut him off.
The two of them turned around and gasped as they saw Brock back on his feet; his fist clenched tightly at his sides. Amon was laying on the ground behind him, a large bruise appearing on his forehead next to his scar and looking rather winded.
"Amon!" Robin shouted, beginning to run over to him only to be stopped by Andy's grip on her shoulder. "Let me go! He needs me!" She added as she struggled to get away.
The brown-haired boy refused to relieve his hold on her
"Stop it, Robin! We need leave before it's --" He was interrupted by his own yell as a flash of light caught him in the stomach, sending him backwards into Doujima.
The blonde girl let out a loud scream before both she and Andy landed with a hard thud on the dirt; Andy now have a huge, bloody hole in his stomach.
"Andy!" Bree shouted as she ran over to them and kneeling down close to their fallen forms.
Brock let out a crazed laugh, turning to gaze back at Robin, who was glaring right back.
"So sorry. He was getting on my nerves the whole time we were here. He just couldn't keep his hands off of you..." He said as began stalking over her way.
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'Cause sooner or later, it's over
I just don't want to miss you right now
"Robin!!" Two voice shouted at the same time. From one side came Michael, his face red and his glasses slipping off of his nose as he wrapped his arms around Brock's waist. From the other side came Amon, his teeth clenched together as he thew his own arms around the witch's neck
Robin then watched in fearful awe as the three of them fell to the ground in a pile. It would have looked rather comical, had things not been so serious at the moment.
"Michael, get your damn foot out of my face!" Amon shouted as he tried to claw his way out from under Brock's body.
Michael just scoffed exasperatedly and rolled off of the top of Brock's back.
Once he felt the ease in weight, Amon then used the last of his strength to push the greasy man's body off of his own back.
Brock groaned and stood shakingly to his feet. As he regained his balance, he turned slowly to face the other two as they both stood stright and brushed themselves off.
"That was a nice show of athletesism, Michael. I thought you were a geek all around, but I guess I was wrong." He said, his insane smile returning to his face.
Amon and Micahel just stared back at him, their expressions grim as Brock raised his good hand once again. Light was once again gathering around his fingers.
"Amon! Michael!" Karasuma shouted as she fired a round of shots in Brock's direction. Sakaki followed her example and began firing his gun as well.
Robin stared at the scene in horror, her emerald eyes swiveling over to Brock as he gritted his teeth in annoyance; the bullets missing him by feet.
"You guys, don't!" The young witch shouted as she helplessly watched her cry fall on deaf ears. The two hunters kept up their shooting out of instinct, as well as habit.
Brock just rolled his eyes and raised his good hand. He slashed through the air, as if doing a bad karate move.
Sakaki and Karasuma both let out a pain-filled yells and clutched onto their own throats, as if trying to choke themselves. Their guns dropped to the ground softly.
Karasuma let a gagging sound escape her lips, her eyes wide in panic. Sakaki was hacking like a cat trying to get rid of a hairball.
Robin gasped as they finally both fell to the ground, the lack of air taking it's toll of them.
The young witch furrowed her eyebrows in determination and turned back to Brock. Her mouth was nothing but a line on her face, so you could tell she was plenty mad.
"I'm not going to let you hurt any more of my friends..." She whispered melodolically as her pupils dilated; calling fourth her power.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
A large wheel of fire popped up in front of Robin, spinning madly and spitting out sparks. It made a whirring noise akin to a chainsaw.
The chestnut-haired girl's eyes dilated again and caused the wheel to go spinning forward towards Brock.
The greasy-haired man saw the firey pinwheel coming and quickly raised his hand again. Squeezing his fingers into a fist, he quickly diminished the growing threat.
Robin gasped at this.
"No... There's no way." She breathed, her face going pale from fear.
Brock smiled and turned his body so that he was fully facing her now. Bring up both of his arms this time, he conjered up another pinwheel. This one, however, was made of water.
"Care for a swim?" He asked as his eyes became nothing but dots of blue lights on his face.
The water wheel made a loud groaning noise, causing Bree to hold her hands over her ears to shut out the sound.
"Robin!" She shouted, watching as the giant circle started making it's way towards the young witch.
Robin stood rivited to her spot, her eyes narrowed in determination. She watched as the possible end to her life drew ever closer.
"No!" A deep voice suddenly shouted as a huge gust of wind picked up, causing the watery pinwheel to change direction and crash into a grove of trees. It looked as if it had just rained in that one spot.
Everyone that happened to be there turned to look disbelievingly at Amon, who was standing in the middle of it all with an arm raised. His eyes were wide, as if he, too, were in shock.
"D-did I do that?" He asked no one in particular, shifting his head slighty so that he was looking at Robin.
The young girl was smiling at him proudly, as if she had just witnessed her own child do something magnificent.
Amon, after a couple of seconds, gave her a crooked grin of his own.
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive
The two of them then turned to look at Brock, who was staring back with intensity. An awkward silence draped itself over the five people that were left standing.
After a few moments, Brock let out a soft chuckle and he shook his head.
"You two... I suppose I'm never going to win your love, am I, Robin?" He said as he gave an imploring glance over into said girl's direction.
Robin stared at him for a second before shaking her head.
"I'm sorry. It already belongs to someone else." She said with a thoughtful glance towards Amon.
Brock just nodded.
"I see. Well, then I hope you two will be very happy together." He said as he once again raised his hand. Static electricity burst from his finger tips and shot towards Robin's heart.
"Shit." Amon cursed as he through himself into the line of fire.
Before the bolts of light could touch him, however, a solid wall of fire sprang up and surrounded the both of them.
Michael and Bree watched in awe, risking a glance at each other before turing their gazes to Brock.
The greasy witch was clenching his teeth in frustration, as well as his fists.
"Very clever, Robin. Very clever." He said quietly.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Inside the sheild of fire, Robin breathed a sigh of relief. Her shoulders were shaking from exaustion and she looked as if she were ready to fall to her knees.
"Amon...are we going to be able to defeat him? I'm feeling so weak. I don't know if I'm going to be able to take this much longer." She said as she raised her hands to look at them.
Amon didn't seem to be paying attention. He was walking over to a spot near the fire barrier, bending down to examine something in the grass there. After a few seconds, he picked himself up again, gazing down at something in his hands.
"W-what are you doing?" Robin whispered, cocking her head at his back, which was blocking her view of whatever he was holding.
Amon ignored her for a couple minutes more. After what seemed to be forever, he finally turned around. A smirk was plastered across his face.
"You know what I thought when I first met you?" He asked, slowly beginning to walk towards her.
Robin, not noticing that the gap between them was quickly disappearing, looked up at the starry sky above her. She looked as if she were really trying to think about his question.
"I don't know. 'Gee, that girl sure has some weird hair'?" She said sarcasically with a timid shrug, bringing her gaze down to look at him.
Amon chuckled and shook his head. He had finally come to a stop in front of her, holding his hands up a little higher to show her the object he was holding.
"I thought about how beautiful you looked..." He said as he with a twinkle in his grey eyes.
Robin gasped and stared down in amazement at Amon's open palms. There, laying peacefully on their side, were her half-moon specticles.
Reaching out a hesitant hand, she gently touched the small glasses with her fingertips.
"Amon..." She breathed, raising her emerald orbs to look up into his silver ones.
Amon just smiled and lifted the specticles to place them softly on the bridge of her nose.
"You belong to me, Little Bird..." He said softly as he bent his head and kissed her.
Robin tensed for a second before finally relaxing and bringing her hands up to bury into his hair. Amon responded to this by drawing her tightly to his body.
After a couple of seconds, they pulled away; both breathing a little harshly.
Robin was smiling widely, tears running down her cheeks in rivers.
Amon grinned back at her, raising a hand to brush a strand of chestnut hair behind her small ear.
"Now that we've brought out the heavy artilery, what do you say we fry this bastard?" He said as he gestured at her glasses.
Robin raised a seductive eyebrow and gave a curt nod, her smile becoming almost sinister as she let the wall of fire surrounding them diminish and burn out.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Amon and Robin stood side-by-side, staring determindly at te greasy-haired witch in front of them. Both of them had their hands clenched into fists at their sides.
Brock glared right back, his teeth grinding together in anger.
"So...not going to change your mind...Robin?" He hissed, eyes becoming a flourescent red.
Robin just shook her head, letting her hand grip onto Amon's.
"I'm sorry, Brock. There is nothing you can do to win me now." She said with confidence building up in her voice.
The witch nodded, crossing his arms over his chest as he did so.
"If that is your answer..." He said, trailing off as he lifted on arm and swiped it over in Michael's direction.
The hacker was still for a moment before letting out a grunt of pain. A large, bloody gash had suddenly appeared across his chest, causing him to fall to his knees.
"Michael!" Robin shouted, hearing Amon curse next to her and Bree start crying somewhere behind her.
Brock just laughed, his loud guffaws filling the air obnoxiously.
"Just try and defeat me, you wench! Come on and fight me, if your so powerful!" He shouted insanely as his laughing got even louder.
Robin frowned deeply, nodding her head once as if agreeing on something.
"With pleasure..." She whispered as her pupils dilated.
A cyclone of fire enveloped Brock all the way around. It had to have been pretty powerful, since it killed all of the plant life in it's path.
Amon, however, could still see the outline of Brock inside...
"Heh, heh! Is that the best you've got! Give me some more!" He shouted as he raised his arms, as if enjoying the heat.
Robin tried to put an extra burst of power in her flames, but it didn't help. She could still hear Brock laughing in a crazy manner.
A sudden gust of wind picked up, giving fuel to the young witch's fire.
Robin glanced at Amon next to her, smiling when she saw his eyes narrowing in hopes of controling his new-found power.
Given new determination, the girl continued to push the limits of her own power.
Brock could still be heard laughing.
"I'm waiting!!!" He said, twirling around in circles like a little kid.
The next thing Robin knew, Bree had stepped up next to her, reaching her arms out determindly in front of her. Her fingers were sparking with something that looked like static electricity.
After a couple of seconds, a bolt of lightning suddenly shot out of Bree's finger tips, curling up and around Robin's tornado of fire.
"Oh, please, Bree! Do you really thing your petty show of bravery is going to stop me?" Brock shouted from inside the cyclone. Though, the three of them could barely see his shiloette in the flames anymore, his voice was still loud and clear.
Bree's efforts faltered a little, her confidence cracked.
"He's right! This isn't working! What do we do?" She shouted over the roar of the battle at Amon.
Amon gave the dark-haired girl a side-glance, as if contemplating on whether or not to answer. He then opened his mouth to say something before a certain red-haired witch appeared next to him.
"You?" The ex-hunter stammered as he looked down at the small, blonde girl that accompanied the man. "And -- you?" He added, clearly suprised by this point.
Shitari just smiled and took her place beside Akamu as he stood next to Amon.
Robin stared perplexed at the newcomeers; especially Akamu. She had thought for a over a week that the red-haired witch was her enemy.
"Try not to look so surprised, Juliet. I'm only here to serve my duty as Guardian." Akamu said as if nothing was going on. He then raised his chalk-white hands, a red beam of shooting out of the tips of his black fingernails.
Robin then let her mouth drop as she laid her sights on a small, blonde girl that she had never seen before. She stood next to Akamu with her own arms raised. Dried blood was caked all over her skin, but not enough to cover the bruises that were there as well.
And by the looks of it, she was a witch with psycic powers...
I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
"Robin, you might want to pay attention to what you're doing!" Amon suddenly shouted, causing the young witch to jump slightly. She turned her attention to back to her powers and concentrated on bringing them to their full potential.
The roar of the battle became louder than ever. It was taking all of Robin's will and strength not to bring her hands up to cover her ears.
A loud and grinding laugh filled the air and it didn't really surprise any one when they found out that it was Brock.
"I'm still here!!!" He shouted almost gleefully, letting out even louder laugh.
"Damn it!" Amon shouted, giving a dour side-glance over to Akamu.
"Why won't he die!?" The ex-hunter shouted angrily, causing his wind-craft to intensify.
Akamu just stared straight ahead at the firey cyclone, his brow furrowed as a bead of sweat trickled down his nose.
"He's a very powerful man...a very powerful man, indeed." He said slowly, looking down at Shitari as she squeezed her eyes closed in concentration. "We may need one more person." He added after a few seconds.
"Oh, brilliant plan! Where are we going to get someone!? He's knocked out almost everyone --" Bree shouted, immediately shutting up when Amon gave her a stern glare.
"I don't know, but it's going to have to be a pretty powerful witch..." Akamu answered, trailing off as he turned his head to look behind him.
Curiousity getting the better of them, the other four turned their heads as well.
A girl about fifteen was walking through the entrance of the park. She had on a plain, black shirt, red pants, red boots, and a red trench coat. Her auburn hair was swaying around her in the breeze. Both of her arms were raised out to her sides, her hands open and palms facing up. Rocks and dirt were flying everywhere.
Michael picked his head up heavily from where he lay on the ground. A small smile was stretching itself across his face.
"Eri..." He breathed as he let his head fall back on to the grass again.
I just want you to know who I am
"Hey, tough guy! Take a loud of this!" Eri shouted as she telepathically raised a large rock from the soil beside her and hurled it towards the cyclone.
The rock hit the flaming tornado with a loud explosion, which tore it up into bits and pieces.
Brock chuckled from inside of the wall of fire.
"Oh, right. Like a rock is really going to do anything!" He yelled, continuing his annoying laughter.
Bree growled through her teeth.
"He laughs way too damn much. You would think he would be off his guard when he does that, but he's not." She said as she tried to put an extra burst of power into her craft.
Amon looked at her as she said this, a surpised expression covering his face.
She has a point. I wonder if... He thought to himself, his brain working overtime. After a couple of seconds, his eyes widened in with excitement.
Amon then turned to Eri, letting his wind-craft die down as he called to her.
"Eri! Shoot at the cyclone with your pistol! Do it while he's still laughing!" The dark-haired man shouted.
Eri glanced at him for a moment, as if she thought he was out of his mind. She suddenly gasped, however, when she happened to get a good look behind Amon. She could see Michael laying on the ground, blood spilling on to the grass from his chest.
"Michael..." She whispered, instantly whipping out her gun and pointing at the tornado.
"You bastard!!!!" She cried out, shooting a couple of bullets past Robin's left ear.
The two, little pieces of lead whizzed through the air, making a small, buzzing noise. One missed the cyclone completely and kept going. The other one hit its mark and eased slowly inside the wall of flames.
The next the thing Robin knew, a shrill scream had filled the air, causing her to lose her concentration as she held her hands over her ears.
The firey cyclone disappeared, revealing Brock, who was bawling like a baby. He was holding on to his lower abdomen, where the bullet had apprently hit.
Amon watched emotionlessly as the greasy-haired witch fell to his knees while trying stop the blood from flowing. He then turned to Robin, tapping her on the shoulder to get her attention.
"Now is your chance...kill him, now." The ex-hunter said, his stoic expression firm.
Robin gazed at him for a moment behind her glasses, blinking in surprise. She then narrowed her eyes and nodded with determination.
I just want you to know who I am
Robin took up her battle position once again, looking back at Amon once more for extra luck.
Taking a deep breath, she turned around and let her pupils dilate.
"This is for all of the people you hurt..." She whispered, watching as Brock began to go up in flames.
I can never forgive you..."
I just want you to know who I am...
The scream filled the air like a thousand nails scraping themselves on a chalkboard. Everyone besides Robin had to clap their hands over their sensitive ears to shut out the awful sound.
Robin just ignored the noise as a tear fell down her cheek.
It didn't take long for Brock to disentegrate into ashes. All that was left of his body blew away into the wind.
Everyone stayed silent for a moment. All they wanted for a moment was some peace and quiet to dwell broodingly over their victory.
After a couple of seconds, Amon sighed and let his broad shoulders slump, causing him to lose at least three inches of his height.
"It's over... It's finally over." He said in his low voice, looking up as he heard police sirens in the distance.
Eri climbed into the ambulence after the paramedics, trying to find a place to sit with out bumping into anything.
Michael watched her from his stretcher; his smile still plastered on his face.
"I'm glad you finally made it. I was afraid I'd never see you again." He said as he reached out a timid hand to grasp on to hers.
Eri smiled at him, her thin fingers curling around his.
"I was kind of planning on that, but then my car broke down on the freeway. It gave me time to think about all that's happened. After awhile, I decided...that it was best for me to come back." She explained, blushing as deep red as she felt Michael's hand tighten on hers.
The hacker nodded, his smile turning into a frown as he continued to stare at her.
"Why did you leave, any way?" He asked, his eyes narrowing in question.
Eri blushed even more at his inquiry and turned her gaze away from him.
"I-I needed to think about some things, I guess. I was scared of what was developing between us. I mean, we barely even know each other. I suppose when you kissed me the other night, something in me just snapped." She said, her eyes filling up with tears at the thought.
Michael gazed at her, his expression softening as he raised his free hand to pat at her auburn hair.
"How come the landlord at your apartment complex told Karasuma that you never existed?" He implored, his smile returning.
Eri finally looked up at him, a grin appearing though her distraught tears.
"I -- I told him I'd reveal his deepest, darkest secret if he told anyone that he had seen me. I didn't think that he'd take it so seriously, but he did." She said as she chuckled nervously.
Michael's smile widened as he sat up on the stretcher, wincing at the pain it caused.
"It doesn't matter, now, I guess. At least you came back." He said as he placed his hand on her cheek.
Eri nodded, leaning in a little closer to him.
"I'm sorry..." She whispered, downcasting her eyes for a moment.
Michael just shook his head.
"Don't mention it. I already forgot about it." He said with a slight chuckle.
Eri laughed a little as well, bending down a little closer before speaking.
"Ah, you slay me, Computer Boy." She said before kissing him hard on the mouth.
The two paramedics that happened to be in the truck at the time just shook their heads in disgust.
"Teenagers." One of them mumbled as he closed the rear doors.
Amon and Robin watched with contented smiles as all of their friends were put into ambulences on stretchers. Bree and Eri were going with them, with Bree riding in Rain's truck while Eri rode, of course, with Michael.
The emergency vehicles' lights all came on, accompanied by the siren as they all pulled out of the park one by one.
Both witches sighed as they saw the last police car head down the street to the hospital. Once it sped out of sight, they turned around to look at Akamu and Shitari standing behind them.
"We want to thank you two. We could have never pulled though this without you." Robin said, stepping up to Akamu and grabbing on to his hand to shake it.
The red-haired witch just smiled warmly at her.
"It was our pleaure, Miss. Robin." He said, using her name for once and neglecting to call her Juliet. "Plus, it was our job, anyway. If we didn't succeed in pulling you two through this, it would have been our heads." He added as Shitari nodded vigorously beside him.
Amon cocked his head at this comment, as if confused. He then mentally shrugged and ignored the statement.
Something still bothered him, though. He looked back up at Akamu.
"There is one thing I'd like to know..." The ex-hunter said, pointing at the scar above his right eye. "Why would you want to go out of your way to give us these scars? Do they have some sort of purpose?" He added after a couple of seconds.
Akamu chortled at this statement, shaking his head as if it were a completely obvious answer.
"Simple. I gave you those to announce to Brock that you belong to each other. That is why Robin's scar is in the shape of an 'A' and yours is in the shape of an 'R'." He said.
Amon's eyes widened at this and he instantly raised a hand to his forehead, feeling around the area of the scar with his gloved fingers. To his surprise, his scar was in the exact shape of an 'R'."
"Don't be so suprised, Amon. Besides, the both of us have one, too." Akamu said as he lifted up his red bangs, revealing his own R-shaped scar in the same spot Amon's was.
Robin stared with shocked fixation at this sight, her mouth gaping slightly as she turned her head slowly to look at Shitari.
"B-but I thought your name was Shitari... Doesn't that start with an 'S'?" She asked with curiousity.
Shitari chuckled and shook her head before answering.
"My name isn't Shirtari, silly. I used that name as a diguise. My real name is Rikku." She said in a voice that sounded older than a normal five-year-old should. This startled Amon quite a bit.
"Well, then it's obvious that you're not a little girl." Robin giggled, smiling at the surprised look on Amon's face.
Rikku nodded, letting a bright light surround her for a moment before she revealed her true self.
Amon let his mouth drop as a young woman about twenty years of age appeared before him. Her long, blonde hair shimmered in the moonlight, as did her long white and green dress. Her blue eyes were just as bright as her smile.
"You are correct." She said to Robin, who was smiling back.
Amon just sat there, sputtering stupidly in shock.
Rikku stared as he continued to stutter, her expression becoming concerned.
"Is he going to be alright?" She asked with worry.
Robin nodded and waved off her concern.
"He'll get over it. He's as stubborn as a rock." She said softly as she smiled.
Amon finally snapped out of it and glowered in the young witch's direction.
Akamu chuckled at the scene, shaking his head as he placed a loving hand on Rikku's shoulder.
"Come, love. It is time for us to be making our departure." He said, flicking his megenta orbs over at Robin. "It has been a pleasure serving in your shadow." He said with a deep bow. Rikku followed in suit by curtsying to Amon.
The moody ex-hunter just nodded his head in farewell, though his expression looked unsually sad.
"Eri is going to miss you..." He said in a low voice, almost sounding as if he were wanting her to stay.
Rikku smiled and leaned forward to kiss Amon on the cheek.
"Tell her that I'll miss her, too." She said, pausing to lift a knowing eyebrow. "Both of you have been very kind to me. Michael as well." She added, taking a step back.
"And for that I am grateful."
Amon and Robin smiled at this. The young witch's cheeks were splashed with a hint of red that signaled an oncoming blush.
Akamu just nodded and raised his hand in a final good-bye.
"Farewell, my friends." He said as he and Rikku's forms fizzled out and disappeared.
Amon and Robin stood still well after the other two had gone. They were happy to just spend a contented silence together after an eventful night.
It took her a few courage-gathering moments, but Robin finally spoke.
"Ghosts, huh? Do you think we'll be like that in the afterlife?" She asked as she lifted her head to stare up at the sky.
Amon shrugged his broad shoulders.
"Who knows?" He answered pausing as he sighed heavily. "Am I ever worn out..." He added as he swayed on his feet.
It was long before Amon collasped and fainted from all of the exaustion he had been dealt with for the past week.
Me: Okay, don't mind the sucky chapter. God, was it ever long to write... I hope all of you will forgive me for taking so long to post.
Solaria735: I'm sorry if I sounded harsh on my answer to your last review. What I meant to say was that when I wrote the chapter 28, I was in a hurry to meet a deadline and I didn't have a good excuse for Ian's strange behavior towards Robin. The Cupid's Petition was the result of my overly-stressed brain. Again, I apologize if I sounded rude in any way.
I suppose Robin's wound healing was a side-effect of Amon's power?
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AnimeFreaks13: Ah, come on! Fox Ears are adorable! ::Plays with own fox ears::
I've think read one of your stories, but now I've forgotten the name of it. Silly me. I'll have to get back to you on that one. Please forgive me.
Ian/Brock is just a weirdo. Ignore him. He does it for attention. :P
Thank-you for reviewing.
jasmine3883: I hope your not disappointed with this chapter. Thanks for reviewing.
In True Meanings: Aww, I nearly made you cry? I'm sorry. I've nearly cried a couple of times, myself. I'm just good, that's all. ;)
I hope I'll have time in my schedule to review your stories and poems. I'm sure they're great.
Angel452: Yes, it was Amon's power that brought her back...in a way, at least. And if you want to know what happens next, just read above. :)
Thanks for reviewing.
Amon's Angel of the Darkness: Yes, I admit, the dialouge (I can't spell) could have been better in ch.28. I'll definately agree with you on that.
I'm like Ian, too, in some ways. I've read some stories where the beginning is extremely boring, so I end up skipping right to the middle. I'm just strange like that. :)
Well, my next story is not exactly a sequel. It's just about Amon and Robin's daughter and how she deals with being a witch. I'm going to write it so that it seems like your reading an episode (I hope that made sense).
I hope you got that Spanish project done. :)
Thank-you for reviewing.
AnimeReviewer790: I sorry about you not being able to do anything on your computer. :D Yes, a tranquilizer gun. Much fun to play with.
SKITTLES!
Thanks for reviewing, dear friend.
Escawing: Yes, chapter 28 was cute. Amon's power is actually wind, but I guess being able to heal people is a some ind of side effect. Or else it's just me trying to make the story work. :)
Thanks for thinking of me and reviewing. :P
dArKaNgEl A076: Thank-you for reviewing. I love all of them. You have not let me down in the least bit. :)
Satan tra la la: Satan tra la la! Yay! :P
Yes, Robin stole his car. It was for a good reason, though. Seriously.... ;)
Don't worry, Eri's not evil. She's just a little scared and confused about her feelings for Michael.
I can't seem to read a story without a couple in it, either. It's just a habit. Can't read a story unless there is some type couple in there.
I like how you say confusement. Confuzzelment... :D
Well, I've got Vampire Bunnies that can kill your demon army ::Smiles evilly::
You can curse Ian all you want. He derserves it.
starfirewjs: Thank-you for all of your complements. I appreciate them very much.
Akamu is a good guy. It didn't seem like it at first, but he is.
Thanks for reviewing.
Sakura Blossom-Cilla-85:P: Thank-you for reviewing, but unfortunetly I don't have enough time to answer all of them. Please forgive me.
angel-demoness7: Thank-you for reviewing. I'm glad I made you cry.
scorpiorising's-dreams: I'm glad you love my story. Perhaps I'll find one of your stories out there. :)
kitty: I'm glad you like so much. Your support means just as much to me as everyone else's.
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