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Second chapter is here! Thisstory is turning out to be longer than I expected ;;Short stories so hard to write!

CH. 2

The day was coming now to an end. Nothing too exciting happened. Robin wasn't sure whether or not she should be thankful for that, though. Something was definitely not right, and the suspense is killing her. Amon's visit had preoccupied her mind for the remainder of the day and yet she had not come to any conclusions. And now it was time again for another night.

A night of what? Peace? Robin wondered as she climbed onto the mattress and spread the white covers over herself.

She laid on her side without closing her eyes, dreading the moment she would fall asleep. She did not want to see those images. They reminded her of the precarious situation she was in, her feelings for Amon--feelings and hopes that would never surface.

But most of all, they reminded her of despair.

Robin pulled the covers over her head, as if hoping the blanket would shield her from all her troubles. If only life operated in that manner. A shame her thoughts agreed.

"Well hello again, Amon," Nagira greeted his brother, "nice to see you getting more light for a change. So what's going on? It's not like you to visit me so often." The man thought he already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it from Amon.

But of course, Amon does not speak simply because someone demands it of him. He stood there and glared at his brother stubbornly, waiting for the other to change the topic. Nagira could only shake his head in amusement. He hadn't changed a bit.

"Tell you what," he said, looking at the clock, "it's nearly noon, why don't I go buy some lunch?"

"Do what you want," Amon replied shortly.

When the soft click of the door signaled Nagira's departure, the quiet visitor sat down in a wooden chair beside the screened window. He turned his head to look outside, but did not really see anything. Instead, he saw the images of his past and future, and what they had held for him. It seemed he had fought unseen battles with himself all his life, but now, in the present, he could only imagine how his situation right now would affect his future. Then his thoughts simply wrapped itself up and turned all the way back to Robin.

"Good afternoon, Amon," a soft voice said behind him.

He nearly jumped off his seat, she had come so quietly--but he had better composure than that. Looking at her delicate face with a seeming indifferent glance, he nodded to acknowledge her.

At that moment, the door opened and closed again, the man with his trademark smirk entered with a few bags in his hand.

"Hey Robin, good timing--I just bought some lunch for us, let's find some place to eat," Nagira said cheerfully, and turned to lead the pair to another room.

Everything progressed in nearly the same manner as the day before. The three of them spoke little, and concentrated on their food. There was a slight but definite tension between Amon and Robin, though that was nothing new. Nagira played the role of the gracious host, as always, and seemed most at ease, leaning back in his seat comfortably while the other two sat straight up, feet bent beneath them.

During all this, Amon was recalling his train of thoughts. But the presence of the girl made it difficult for him to concentrate. He felt like exploding--why must she invade his every thought? His frustration turned into stress, and stress into more frustration. This cycle seemed never tired of repeating itself, tormenting him. He had noticed this more and more after the attack on STN-J. His feelings begged to be let out of its cage, but he knows he must never do that. Though--sometimes he wondered--what was the point? Why should he be made to suffer like this?

He found himself putting part of the blame on Robin. If she never came to Japan, he would not be living like this. No. He would be continuing his promising career as the best witch hunter on his team. He would be living a normal life, and he would be happy. Would I? a voice challenged from the back of his conscious. Amon sighed in exasperation. This was not what he needed right now. There was no way he could live with this. He needed this to stop. Robin was making life so difficult, just having her near him made everything that much harder. He could not put up with this any longer. Somehow, he would put an end to all this.

Robin did not have much of an easier time herself. Her dreams were becoming more vivid, and last night, she saw the images as if they were in real life. The outlines were sharp, and very real. Her eyes snuck a glance at the quiet man beside her. It was hard to tell what he was thinking, and whether thoughts of her could possibly be woven into the net of complication that was Amon. She blinked in surprise at her last thought. True, she had long kept this man in her heart, but they had never been as straightforward as this.

Then she recalled her suspicions from the day before, and her heart sank. She had already broken her own rule--where was caution when she needed it? Robin suddenly felt like the young girl she really was, a slave to her emotions and caught in a maze of possibilities. She must guard herself, she must be attentive, she must not be caught off guard. But Amon cut into her like a knife, and resolve bled away from her.

I must be strong! her thoughts asserted. But that, of course, was easier said than done.

Day turned quickly into night, and after a tense but leisurely afternoon, they were more than ready to climb into bed for another night. All except Robin, that is. She was up, once again, not yet ready to face the terrifying world of her dreams. Staring up at the moon, the girl lost herself in thought, brought back only at the sound of knocking.

Who could it be, so late at night? she wondered.

As she drew near to the door, feelings of hesitation assaulted her. A chill ran through her frail body, and her hand withdrew itself as it approached the door knob. Her heart was pounding rapidly, but there was no reason she should feel this way. What is this--fear? she thought, shaking her head.

Quickly, she opened the door and fought to hold back a gasp. For what stood before her, was the nightmare that haunted her for all this time.

Here is the end of Chapter 2! While you are waiting for the next chapter, please relax, grab some coffee, and click that review button:)