-WARNING-RATHER LONG A.N. (for me at least!)

Hiya you guys, just wanna say thanks for reading the last 2600ish words, I'm one of those people that normally reads fics based on their amount of reviews (( I know I know, I'm a terrible person and I'm gonna burn in hell, tell me something I don't know )) but yeah, thanks to everyone who read this fic, though it had and still has pretty much no reviews, I really appreciate it.

On another note, I REALLY need someone to look over my stuff and be brutally honest and criticize the explicit content removed out of it. I have a really bad habit of writing a scene that makes perfect sense to me (( cuz I wrote it, doi! )) but is utter nonsense to everyone else.

I use spell and grammar check of course, but this doesn't catch everything ((ex. As AAOTD pointed out, it's Touko, not Touka, sorry!)) …but yeah, anyone who is willing to do this for me, I'll return the favor of course. If you'd be so kind as to do so, please email me or just say so in a review ands I'll email you.

On another note, just wanted to put out the warning that I have no idea at all where this story is going, have no plans for it, and am just focusing on it one chapter at a time…so be forewarned!!! dun dun dun

And now, without further ado, your feature presentation…

Chapter 3

"Sebben, crudele, mi fai languir,

Sebben, crudele, mi fai languir,

Sempre fedele, sempre fedele ti voglio amar.

Sebben, crudele, mi fai languir

Sempre fe de le, tio voglio amar.

Con la lunghezza del mio server

La tua fia rezza, la tua fia rezza

Sa pro stan car."

Amon began to slowly awake as his ears strained to make out the foreign words of the melody that seeped into his dreams. Well, he wasn't really dreaming, dreaming implies having imagination and creativity. That was NOT Amon. He just sort of drifted in and out of consciousness, or at least, that's what he liked to think. In all reality, Amon may very well possess the ability to dream and just promptly shoves them into his subconscious as fast as they form. Either way, it doesn't really make much of a difference, the point is he wasn't going to be asleep much longer.

Robin was leaning over Amon, stopped halfway in the process off wiping his forehead gently with a fresh, cool washcloth. The reason was that he had suddenly opened his eyes, while she, thinking he was still deep in slumber land and being caught unawares, found herself gradually slipping into the depth of his gaze. Realizing she was staring, Robin quickly turned away with a crimson face, going to fetch Amon a glass of water.

She wasn't the only one affected though, and Amon quickly scolded himself on staring at her so. Things were already difficult between them as partners, he didn't need her to start thinking he liked her in such a way. How insulting, a man his age forming sentiments for someone ten years his junior. Men like that deserved to be locked behind bars for a very, very long time.

Robin returned with more composure and handed him the glass. She wondered why he was frowning so fiercely and what he was so deep in thought about, but by know, she had learned it was better not to pry.

"How are you feeling?"

A grunt.

Okay, attempt two…

"Would you like something to eat?"

"Iie."

Shot down again by the infamous one word answer. At times like this, Robin really wished the word "no" was wiped out of his vocabulary.

Amon set down the now empty glass and carefully began to stand up. Robin started to reach out to help him, but she could tell it was not needed. "He will never need help from someone weak, insignificant and unloved, someone like you" whispered a betraying voice in her head. The painful thought made her flinch as she began to fold up the sheet Amon had used. This did not go unnoticed by her partner.

"Where are the others?" Amon asked.

"Chief Kosaka has a meeting with Zaizen. Michael is checking on some new equipment that just arrived. The others are spread around sniffing out leads on a new case."

"A new case…?"

"Yes, I know, and so soon after our last case."

"There seems to be more and more witches popping up every day." Amon's tone was full of disgust and his comment struck her to the bone.

"Do you think I will be hunted too some day? Will I turn around and find that gun which you love so much pointed at me?", Robin asked, her head bowed down and voice beginning to quiver with emotion.

Shock passed fleetingly over Amon's face at the passion with which she spoke so unexpectedly. It was quickly replaced by a mask of cold indifference and annoyance at her childishness.

"Don't waste your energy being melodramatic. If you don't want to be hunted, train and gain control over your powers before they grow even more out of control. If you don't learn some discipline soon, you probably will end up being hunted."

That last part was cruel, even by Amon's standards and as it came out, he knew he had gone to far. He watched as it sunk in, knowing he had hit home when her face went from fiery and passionate to pale and void of any expression at all. It would have been better to see her get furious and start yelling at him than this. A pregnant silence grew as Robin finished folding up the blanket and sat down with it on her lap, sipping on a mug of coffee. She could feel Amon's eyes searching her face and he could feel her avoiding his look.

It was about the twenty-seventh time in the last dead silent few awkward minutes Amon had told himself he was going to apologize when he heard the others come in quite noisily. He had never been so grateful to have them around.

"I'm baaa-ack!!!"

"Always about you, ehh Doujima?"

"Hey! Sakaki, What-"

"Oh no, don't you two start again!"

"Yes Ms. Karasuma," the two said mockingly in unison.

"It was so quiet and peaceful while you guys were gone!" said Michael with a exaggerated pout.

"You know you missed us-ooh! Amon, you're awake!"

Seeing it was too late to make a dignified escape, Amon allowed himself to be babied and questioned by Karasuma and Doujima while Michael and Sakaki tried to cover their snickers.

"There's nothing ladies like more than playing nurse.", "Kinda makes me wanna get sick!" they whispered to each other.

"Enough!"

The boy's laughing stopped immediately when they heard Amon's firm tone and saw his 'way-beyond-peeved 'expression.

"I'm perfectly alright. I just hadn't slept much and was extremely fatigued. It's nothing serious and I feel fine now." he continued in a somewhat more placid voice. He ran a hand through his sleep-tousled hair and fixed them with a look that just dared them to say otherwise.

"We were all very worried when you passed out like that. You had a very high fever, and if it had lasted much longer, we would of taken you to the hospital. Robin took care of you though, and obviously you're fine now. I guess you could say Robin saved your life, huh Amon?" came Karasuma's teasing reply.

He merely snorted at this, not deeming it worthy of an actual answer.

"You'll work yourself to death if your not careful," said Doujima with a concerned look.

Amon sent her a look that would of withered the most stolid of hearts.

"I agree with her, Amon. It's not healthy…" came Robin's hesitant voice. She had stayed silent throughout the conversation, deep in thought about what Amon had said. She could tell he didn't mean it to come out so harshly, but it was the truth. Without another word, she went over to talk to Michael, who was already testing out the new equipment. She realized at a glance that all the wires and cables and chips were way beyond her basic knowledge of computers and listened patiently as Michael tried to explain the use of all the software and hardware.

"See? Robin agrees with me! Two against one Amon. Why I bet-"

But Amon had tuned out Doujima a long time ago. His eyes followed Robin across the room, then frowning, the left the room leaving Doujima in the middle of her one sided conversation.

"Why the nerve of that man sometimes!" she exclaimed with a huff, plopping down on the couch.

"You're just mad that you're not the center of the attention anymore. You're so used to daddy spoiling you that you don't know what to do with yourself." said Sakaki with a sly smile.

"That's not true..." she protested with hurt pride, but her less than energetic answer proved that it was just so.

"Robin's a sweet girl, you should try and get along with her better. I'm sure she could use some female friends her age to counter being around Amon all the time. I bet being partners with Amon is worse than being alone sometimes, you know how he is."

"Hmph, she's hardly my age, and I swear, she's so immature sometimes!" Doujima let out a deep dramatic sigh before she went over to Michael and Robin.

Sakaki watched as she pulled Robin aside and the two started laughing about something, Doujima's head thrown back, eyes watering and Robin delicately covering her mouth with one hand and the other on holding her stomach. The two walked out the door together still giggling. Sakaki was quite proud of himself for suggesting them hanging out. He had to admit though, he had never met anyone that could laugh at their own jokes harder than Doujima.

Amon had been talking about the search results for the new hunt when he saw Robin leave with Doujima out of the corner of his eye. He was glad to see her laughing and having time off with friends. He allowed a gentle smile to creep onto his face for a spilt second, quickly trading it back with his blasé expression as he turned back to Karasuma. He knew by the glint in her eyes and mischievous smile that she had seen the smile.

"You two had a fight when we were gone, didn't you?" she asked with her most unassuming, nonchalant face.

Amon's only response was a dark frown, which she took for a yes.

"Aww, did you two have a lover's spat?" Karasuma teased in a singsong voice.

"Hardly," Amon responded, raising an eyebrow.

Karasuma laughed. "Yeah, you stick to that story. I'm heading home now. You take care of yourself and get some sleep, okay?" Without waiting for a reply she waved goodbye to Sakaki and Michael, grabbed her coat and left.

"Looks like someone's not doing well with the ladies today."

Amon ignored this and decided it was a good time to leave as well. Before going home, he grabbed a stack of files from his desk and a six-pack from some tiny gas station. He was still exhausted, even after hours of sleep that day, but there was way to much work to do. After all, he could catch up on sleep when he was dead.

Japanese-

Iie - no

that was easy

And another AN…hmm…a few things to explain, gotta start somewhere…

1) the song Robin is singing is "Sebben, Crudele". For all of you curious people out there, a general translation line for line is:

"Savage and heartless is your cruel scorn,

Savage and heartless is your cruel scorn,

Faithful and dauntless, Faithful and dauntless is my love in turn.

Savage and heartless is your cruel scorn

Faithful and dauntless is my love in turn.

Your slave forever, each wish I'd serve,

Forswearing never, forswearing never,

Give me you love."

All information and translations for "Sebben, Crudele" came from the Medium High version music book 26 Italian Songs and Arias, and I claim no credit what so ever except for fitting it to this story. I choose "Sebben, Crudele" because it's a beautiful piece of music that I love to sing and it fits the story well. It also happens to be the only Italian song I know, and Robin is from Italy, so yeah.

2) In Chapter 1 there is the line:

"With a contented sigh, he slipped into a deep sleep, quite sure that this girl would follow into his dreams."

This is when Amon is wasted, passing out and thinking of Robin, yadda yadda yadda.

In this chapter, there are a few lines about Amon not possessing the ability to dream or at least not admitting it. Just ignore this irregularity and pretend it makes sense because I don't want to take either part out and it's not like I'm making money off this or anything soo…yeah, haha thanks

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed!

-Callie

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Amon's Angel of the Darkness- Thank you for keeping up. I'll try to keep a decent update schedule, but I dunno…lol. I'm really selfish, so it just depends on when I fell like writing. Thnx for pointing out the thing about Touko too! I've started reading some of your stuff, and I really like your style. I haven't gotten through much though, but I promise to leave some comments soon!

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