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My first WHR fanfiction! I present to you chapter uno! Enjoy

CH. 1

Robin rose quickly from her bed, heart beating wildly, sweat running down her pale face. She looked to the clock on her night table3: 45. It had been a while since she could lie in slumber a whole peaceful night. The fifteen-year-old girl laid herself back in bed and stared at the ceiling, pondering the visions she witnessed in her dream.

This was not the first time she had dreamt of fire, and the tall figure that represented Amon standing over her. The gun was aimed at her, always at her. Robin remember looking into those cold grey eyes and seeing only the full intention of murder. And just as he pulled the trigger, she would jerk awake again, stabbed in the chest with a cold knife of pain.

Why do they keep haunting me? she wondered, her green eyes reflecting the turmoil she felt within. Robin turned over to her side and continued to the stare. What are my dreams trying to tell me?

Her mind went back to all the experiences she and her stoic ex-partner shared. There was always an air of awkwardness surrounding them, but they had gotten along, haven't they? Hadn't they always trusted each other? Hadn't he always helped her out? she thought as her eyes glazed over the half-moon glasses on her table, the little bit of thoughtfulness from Amon.

And...didn't he put down his gun in the end? The girl closed her eyes briefly, remembering the man's visit to Nagira's place. He held a gun in his hand, the weapon aimed at her head, wearing the same familiar expression.

She sighed as she turned over to the other side, unable to get comfortable. Robin wanted to go back to sleep, but she was afraid she would see that image again. That emotionless shadow which sought to hunt her and kill her.

A yawn came out of nowhere and interrupted her train of thoughts. Dreams or no, she would go to sleep, she decided determinedly. Pulling the white blanket up over her shoulders, Robin closed her eyes and drifted off once again into the world of dreams.

"Damn," he muttered under his breath as his slumber was interrupted once more by the sound of an alarm clock. He hit the "off" button and sat up in his bed.

Monday morning. Normally, he would be heading to work with the fellow STN-J members. But not any more. Instead of the hunter, he had become the hunted. Zaizen's eyes were on him, watching his every move. Just as his eyes are on Robin, he thought, his heart skipping a beat as he thought of the girl. The witch. Ironically, the only one he ever felt like he could trust.

It started with a simple glimpse in a hallway, nothing more. Yet right away he felt intrigued by her presence. That one glimpse probably became the most memorable one second of his life. What was it about this girl? he allowed himself that one thought, then stopped right there.

Hold it.

This was not a time to be pondering such petty questions. He had some work to attend to today, work that he would be late for if he did not get himself out of that door right now. Quickly changing out of whatever clothes he slept in, Amon quickly dressed himself in his usual attire, adding on his black trench coat as a finishing touch. Then, with a slam of the door, he was out.

Even now my mind mocks me, singing a little bird's song of freedom, attempts to lure cautiousness away with vain promises. Robin thought dully as she sat in her room, looking up at the little sunlight that penetrated through the windows. She was tired. Partly because she did not get much real sleep, but she was also tired of the nervousness. She was tired of thinking about the many more battles which she had to overcome, the prison that she was trapped in, and most of allshe was tired of not being able to find comfort even in her own thoughts.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, then Nagira's head poked in, wearing a smirk just like any other day. "Little brother's coming over for a visit today around noon, so don't make any plans that will occupy you too long. I have some errands to run, so I'll see you later."

"Hai," she replied quietly with an obedient decline of her head.

The door closed again with a soft thud, leaving Robin to her own thoughts once more. Only her green eyes reflected the anxiety she felt. "Amon..." she whispered the name softly. Why was he coming? she wondered. Then she was reminded anew of her dream, the cold, murderous gaze that was the last thing she ever saw. She sighed.

Amon walked in just as the clock handles came together at noon. Nagira had already gone to fetch Robin, so the guest had a few minutes to himself. Faint but approaching footsteps signaled the return of his brother and the girl, without a word, the three retreated into private quarters.

Closing the door behind him, Nagira bade the others sit. There was silence between the trio, until Nagira, being ever the gracious host, cheerfully attempted to strike a conversation.

"So, you didn't exactly tell me all the details on the phone there, brother, what's up?" he asked lightly, leaning back in his chair, seeming completely at ease.

"Nothing that concerns you," was the cold reply. "I have just gathered some new information from Michael. It seems that SOLOMON has been quite silent lately, and there was no report of any new hunters in the area so far. But this will not last long, we suspect they are only bidding their time. It is very likely that HQ is even developing a plot to gather a team of witches for this battle. Also, there is news concerning the orbo. The Factory seemed to have quite a problem with orbo on their last mission. It seems to be producing some strange effects on the user, as Robin might remember," he said, chancing a brief glance at the girl before continuing on, "Of course, there are still fragments of the truth not yet uncovered, so we must not make too much assumptions yet."

Nagira nodded, noting the seriousness in his brother's voice. And he also noticed the short glimpse to the quiet fair-haired girl sitting beside him. A corner of his lips curled up in a slight smirk, guessing the true meaning behind his younger sibling's actions.

"That is certainly some news there, man. What do you think, Robin?" Nagira inquired, feeling curious as to what she might be thinking.

"I agree that we must be careful and assess this situation carefully," was all that could be gotten out of her.

The truth was, Robin was way too preoccupied with Amon's presence to think properly. Fleeting images of the dream darted in and out of her mind, an unwelcome intruder that she could not catch. But she paid enough attention to catch the suspiciousness of this whole affair. Is that all he had come to tell them? A few pieces of information that she had already half figured out? The foresighted witch knew this would a good time to follow her own advice. Caution was a must—especially where Amon was concerned.

And that's it for CH.1! Stay tuned for CH. 2. For now, please click that review button yonder