Hiya! First fanfic, teehee…This is just a little tad for you guys to check out, tell me how you like it! Enjoy
I didn't invent the characters, I just use them
---Chapter 1---
The rain had lessened in the last hour to the occasional 'drip plip plop' that characterizes warm April showers. Even this deep in the densely populated city, you could actually hear nature; everything from the scuttle of tiny animal's feet in the saturated earth to the flutter of what was most likely owls overhead. Unfortunately, it was almost entirely drowned out by the screech of tires on the slick street and loud pedestrians just leaving the bars as general closing time approached. You could hear them from afar, singing their lungs out or simply stating every single solitary opinion that had ever crossed their mind to whomever had been unfortunate enough to ask. The giddiness of these pleasant, even though slightly inebriated peoples, would be contagious to just about anyone nearby, but this is Amon we're talking about.
Our dear tall, dark, and handsome Amon was drinking cup after cup of steaming sake in a manner that could only truly be described as chugging. It had been an excruciatingly long week, and after four days tracking an especially sly craft user, he was ready to catch up on some major sleep.
Taking the one last sip from the bottle, he put his coat on and exited the small bar. It wasn't very often that he went out to drink, but today was his birthday, so he had to have some sort of celebration. No one had given him a present or even wished him a "happy birthday!" but he supposed that's what he got for not telling anyone. Maybe he had even convinced himself that he liked it this way.
It wasn't until he had walked a few blocks that he noticed the sway in his steps and how all of the sudden, the street next to him began to move as if given a life of its own. Standing as still as he could with his trademark frown across his face, Amon waited for his world to stop moving.
Several minutes and a few blocks later, he reached his complex, practically crawling up the four flight of stairs required to get to his apartment. The door was opened without an unreasonable amount of difficulty, but tugging off his boots was quite another matter, and at the time, rather impossible. In the end, the only garments he managed to remove before passing out were his jacket and shirt. Just as his eyelids were growing impossibly heavy, images of a emerald-eyed chestnut-haired girl flashed thorugh his mind. With a contented sigh, he slipped into a deep sleep, quite sure that this girl would follow into his dreams.
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The gentle rustle of skin against fabric was the only sign of life in the pitch black room. A hand emerged from underneath the white sheets, reaching around blindly on the nightstand for the ringing that had invaded sleep. As soon as it was found, the phone was dragged underneath the sheets in a manner that suggested the person would rather forget that it had ever gone off in the first place and get back to sleeping.
"Hello…are you there Robin?" Michael's voice sounded quite awake and unnaturally perky for 4:30 in the morning.
"Yes…I'm here. What is it?" Robin managed to get out through a particularly large yawn.
"We need you at the office right now. Come as soon as you can."
"Alright, I'll be there by 5"
" 'Kay, see ya then."
"Bye"
"Oh yeah, and Robin…"
"Yes?"
"Goooood moorrnniinng!!!"-click
She smiled sweetly, raising her arms up in a morning stretch, then slowly rolled out of bed. The sun started to peek up over the windowsill in a shy manner, lighting up her bedroom gradually with a soft radiance that you can only catch as night fades into dawn. Her blanket slipped off the young, subtle curves of her stomach and hips lazily as she stood up, seeming as reluctant to part as she was. With one last wistful look at her bed, where you could still make out the imprint of where she had slept, Robin began to get ready to leave.
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End Chapter 1
Soooooo, how'd you like it? I apologize immensely for it being so short I myself DETEST short chapters. I just wanted to see how you guys like the style before I got to into it . . . Is the writing too slow or choppy, or isitworking out ok? I know you can't tell much by this little bit, but please leave a comment anyways. Thanks for taking time to read it!!! Constructive criticism is verrry much appreciated and most likely needed!
Ciao ciao!
-Callie
