"Amon..." Robin murmured as she snuggled into Amon's chest "This feels so nice.."

"Robin. You're drunk." Amon said with a barely perceptible hint of alarm in his voice. This was not going well. Under normal circumstances, Robin would not, she would never...

Amon's train of thought was interrupted by the aforementioned girl. "I'm not drunksh." She argued as she buried her face onto the crook of the already slightly panicked Amon's neck. Wisps of her soft blond hair tickled him. Amon flinched. "You alwaysh sho-- I don't know, Amon, cold? Cold 'n-- cold 'n distant." Robin slurred. She pulled herself slightly from his neck and looked straight at the raven-haired hunter.

"Why do you hate me shoo--" hic Robin was waving a finger accusingly at Amon. "Alwaysh makin' me feel like I'm not good enough to be yur partner, when I-- I-- try sho hard to--" Robin faltered.

"Robin." Amon silenced her. "Enough. You're intoxicated, and you don't know what you are saying."

Much to Amon's consternation Robin giggled. "Soo-- serious." Amon glared at her. She held his gaze. "Put me down, ah can walk!" Robin demanded as she squirmed in his arms.

Amon looked at her in disbelief. What did she drink anyway? A toxic witches' brew? He put her down and the two of them half-walked, half-staggered up the wide oak stairway.

Halfway up the second flight of stairs, it became apparent that no, Robin couldn't walk much anymore. She struggled with her balance, tottering precariously with each step. Amon narrowed his eyes and scooped her up again.

She didn't protest. Suddenly Robin gently placed her fingers on the side of Amon's face. He nearly stopped breathing. Women and their overtures. True, he'd been with women before, but not, definitely not the likes of Robin. But she was drunk, this girl who awakened feelings he could not quite place.

"Amon." Robin sounded serious.

"What?" Amon asked tersely

"Thank you." She said simply, then removed her hand from his face. After which she kissed his cheek softly.


Amon glanced at the sleeping Robin. By some miracle he was able to get her to dress without any incident. Except for Robin yelling "Don't peek at me ya pervert!" at him, she cooperated. Amon was thanking the Heavens.

He frowned as he remembered her words, "Why do you hate me shoo--?","Alwaysh makin' me feel like I'm not good enough to be yur partner.."

The young man shook his head. There she was sleeping in a decidedly very girly frilly pink nightgown like a harmless, peaceful angel, golden hair falling across her face and pale skin almost gleaming like the moon. He sighed. If only she knew, the reason he stayed so distant.

But it would be better if she never found out. Amon thought as he arranged the blankets on the floor beside the bed. Right now he didn't trust himself to sleep in the same bed with Robin, if she so much as threw an arm over him, he would probably end up doing something he'd later regret.

Amon fell asleep.


Robin sat up groggily and surveyed her surroundings it was still dark. Yes, she was at the resort, she remembered. Robin pushed her unruly bangs off her face and massaged her throbbing temples. This was the worse headache she ever felt, Robin definitely agreed. But where was Amon? She remembered her surly partner all of a sudden.

Robin squinted, eyes getting used to the semi-darkness. She was definitely alone. Where on earth did Amon go? Fully awake now, the craft-user rose with some difficulty, the heavy blankets twisting against her legs. Her headache was dissipating now, and she had to find Amon. But she miscalculated her position, outbalanced by the blankets, she fell on the floor with a thud.

"Oof!" Robin gasped as she landed on what she thought was the carpet. But it was so soft, Robin wondered as she tried to get up. Suddenly a pair of arms shot up and effectively restrained her.

Robin was unable to utter a sound from shock. Her initial impulse was to set whatever or whoever it was on fire. Getting a hold of herself, Robin realized that, yes, it definitely was Amon. Amon was sleeping on the floor. Amon was embracing her. The blond witch took in the data slowly. She could feel a blush creeping to her face as she noticed how close they were, and how securely he had her in his arms. There was no way she could slip out.

Mustering enough courage to look up at his face, Robin weighed her options: Wake him up, try to pry his arms off her or just stay there.

Suddenly he turned on his side, taking her with him as he moved. One arm was now draped over her slim waist and the other cradled her head. Robin thought she would faint.

"Robin." she heard him say.

"A-amon?" she whispered, he was awake? When he didn't respond for nearly a minute, Robin breathed a sigh of relief. He was still out of it. She couldn't imagine what she'd say to him if he actually was awake. Robin nearly nodded off to sleep again. Then Amon moved again, this time he buried his face into her neck and nuzzled. A terrific surge of heat rose to Robin's face, but she dared not move even an inch. However, Amon's soft, regular breathing told Robin that he was really just asleep.

Robin's heart was pounding in her ears as she felt his lips on her neck. Maybe she really should use her craft on Amon. What on earth had possessed him to do such a thing? But a little voice at the back of her head said otherwise. It was actually nice.

Robin fell asleep.


"Can you tell us more about how Yuko Hayashibara died?" Amon asked the sad-eyed man in front of them.

Robin sipped her coffee. Amon had managed to set an appointment with Mr. Hayashibara last night. They were now interviewing him.

Hayashibara shook his head. "I-- I already told the police." His voice faltered. "This is something I do not wish to talk about anymore." He took a look at the two witch hunters. "Who are you anyway?"

"Just tell us what happened again, from the beginning." Amon said. "We won't trouble you further."


Back in their room, Robin looked over the case reports. Unfortunately, their interview this morning yielded nothing new.

March 26

April 24

Hmm.. May24

Robin looked at the dates of the deaths again. Then promptly stood up and looked all over the room.

"Amon?" Robin said.

Amon looked up from his work, clearly surprised. It was the first time today that they were actually going to speak to each other. Since the events of last night, not a word was exchanged between the two hunters. When Amon woke up with Robin in his arms, all he did was to stand up and leave. Robin did likewise. But tense silence hung over them all day. Now they were actually going to talk.

"Yes?" He answered.

"Do you have a calendar?" Robin asked, pure seriousness in her voice, apparently wishing to put everything that happened last night behind them. "with lunar cycles?"


"So...the witch commits his crimes on full moon nights?" Michael said "I'm surprised we didn't notice that."

"Yes." Amon said

"But... the next full moon is still three days from now." Michael said "At precisely 12:14" he added

"There is nothing we can do but wait." Amon replied "But we will also try to investigate around here to check if anyone knows the witch."

"I can check if anyone on that resort has anyone with witch blood." Michael said "I'll send the data to you immediately."


Amon and Robin were out once more. The resort even had it's own museum. They were looking at the paintings and sculptures.

Robin leaned her head on Amon's shoulder. "So what did Michael's data say?" she asked. This was just make-believe anyway, the blond thought. It wouldn't hurt one bit.

Amon in turn brushed away stray locks of strawberry blond locks from her face. Two could play at this game. "The resort's owner has a relative with witch's blood, two generations." he answered. Robin blushed.

Anyone viewing the two hunters from afar would unmistakably say that this was a young married couple.


A butler gave Robin a message. It was written on old-style paper, it's edges remarkably stained yellow by age. It read, in fluid cursive lettering:

"Please meet me at the Orchid Tea Room."

"Huh?" Robin looked at the butler, mystified. "Who sent this to me?" she asked him.

"Reiko Yamada-san" the butler said stiffly "the resort's owner."


Robin walked softly toward the door of the Orchid Tea room. She wore her best formal clothes today, a light chiffon dress with long sleeves and a smooth fluttery hemline. Amon walked impassively ahead of her, he had refused to let her see Reiko Yamada-san alone, for one reason or another. He too was in a formal suit. Reiko Yamada-san was as close to royalty as you could get.

Robin gasped as they were escorted into the tea room. It was done in shades of lavender and violet with accents of gold and black. If the rest of the resort was decadent, this room was even more so. A long wide corridor lead them to the resort's owner.

Amon and Robin bowed, when they saw her.

Sitting on a large oak chair was an old woman with silver-gray hair, she wore an elegant deep blue kimono made of silk and silver threads. Despite her age, she still held herself erect with a graceful posture. She motioned them to come closer and they did, her long bony fingers wore large diamond rings, Robin noticed.

"My thanks for your coming to see an old woman." she said smiling. "I see your husband has not allowed you to come alone."

Robin blushed at this. She nodded. Amon looked on.

"I shall be blunt about this." she said suddenly "Takako?" A young maid came in with a picture frame. She handed the picture to Amon. Amon looked at the painting and his eyes widened a bit. He handed it to Robin. She stared at it blankly.

The strawberry blond woman in the picture resembled Robin. It almost looked like they were identical twins.

"That is Celine." Reiko said. "My son's dead wife."

"When I saw you...I thought..." the old lady continued "you see, my son, Kaito, he loved his wife very much. When she died he was inconsolable. And...I think it drove him to madness." she said sadly. "I hardly ever saw him since then, but some of the servants have seen him around here lately."

Amon and Robin exchanged looks.

"And then the murders began?" Amon asked pointedly.

Reiko did not acknowledge his question. "That is why I called you. To advise you to leave immediately." she said


Two days later, they were still at the resort despite Reiko Yamada-san's warning. They couldn't leave of course, they had a job to do and they would see it to the end.

Amon could not sleep. Tossing and turning on his space on the floor, he thought about Robin. What if that mad witch suddenly came in to steal her, who resembled his dead wife so much. He scowled and pulled the covers over his head. Why was he so emotionally involved anyway? Despite this silly game they were playing, it was really only just a ruse. And they were really only just partners. One should not be so attached, he told himself angrily. But still...

Robin heard the other hunter moving restlessly. All the other sounds were chirping crickets and hooting owls. Pretty soon, she began feeling restless too. Unable to take it anymore, she stood up and walked to the balcony.

Amon sat up and saw her padding noiselessly away. He threw off his covers in annoyance. What was she up to now?

After a while he caught up with her. "Robin. Where are you going? Go to sleep." he commanded.

The craft-user didn't reply, instead she just kept on walking ahead Amon looked looked at her retreating figure with disbelief. What a pain, he thought as he followed her out.

"It's the night of the full moon, Amon." Robin said solemnly. "If we don't catch him, someone might die."

"..." Amon just stood beside her and stared at the full golden orb in the sky.

Without warning, Amon pressed his mouth to Robin's. Her eyes widened with shock as he kissed her deeply. The young woman shuddered as a tingling feeling shot up her nerves, making her feel all dizzy and faint. As if by reflex, her eyes fluttered closed, and she wrapped her arms around Amon. He caressed her face gently, and nibbled on her upper lip while she awkwardly tried to imitate what he was doing.

"A-amon..." Robin half-whined, half-moaned his name.

Amon trailed kisses to her neck and whispered in between kisses. "Robin--" he whispered huskily. "Kaito Yamada..is watching from the tree."

Robin involuntarily stiffened in his arms. So this was just to lure the witch out.


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