a/n: I do not own Witch Hunter Robin. I do not own the song "While I Still Have The Chance" by Julie Roberts . This story was created just for you reading enjoyments by too much reading, watching, listing, and reaserching WHR & Julie Robert's music. Please enjoy.
text is the song
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While I Still Have The ChanceI found a book that my mama kept
Filled with secrets she hid
Dust flew everywhere like startled birds as the boxes and other old stuff fell atop the twenty-five year old girl. She coughed and chocked on the dust which was starting to settle back down atop of her and everything else. She unburied herself and stood up and brushed the dust off her once white tight flare pants and matching tight long sleeved shirt. Coughing a few more times as the dust from her long black hair flew down, as she pulled it out of it's now messy ponytail.
And in a dusty old attic, one mornin' I read
About a woman I never met
Who had dreams like mine
She looked around at the mess she just made, as she fixed her hair and put it back. She placed one hand on her hip and with the other, she swung at the dust like an anoying flying insect. Once the dust was settled, Katrina, or Kat for short, looked about the dusty attic for what she origanly was going after before the avalanche of stuff. She rubbed her bright emerald green eyes as she just discovered where that window was she always saw from outside but never inside. The rays of sun light came in and lit up the small room. The boxes and other old stuff now layed scattered about the small room, and Kat sighed knowing her misson just got more complicated. Moving two boxes labled 'Kat's baby stuff', Kat smiled reconizing her father's handwritting, then, she saw what she wanted. On an old oak table, which used to sit in the hall, was the small book she wanted.
With every page I turned, the words came alive
She stummbled over a small box, but finally reached the table. Kat sat under the window and opened it to let in fresh air and more sun light, and began reading the book. The book's cover was dark maron and labled in gold script writing which said 'Robin's'. Opening the book let out some more dust but Kat just fanned it away. The pages were old, but legiable, and had beautiful handwritting on each page. Kat began to read the words that her mother had written when she was younger then Kat. Each page was dated, and some of the dates were spread apart by weeks even months. The first few entries were about her mother's first month with the STN-J and her new partner, Amon. Kat skipped these because she had already known this stuff from her parents small stories.
Wish I could roll out of town like a run-away train
I'll do as I dare, let them call me insane
I'll never sit on the sidelines of life, I'll dance every dance
If I just had the chance
But what she didn't know, was what filled up the rest of the book. With much interest, she read on. Her mother talked about wanting to leave Japan and expand her horizons. Her partner was always aggrivating her and the STN-J was starting to get boaring. She talked about how her dream as a child was to travel the world and just see the sights. She wanted to visit France and the Effile Tower, wanted to watch broadway play in New York, fall in love somewhere across the Atlantic, and maybe even explore the Great Pyramids in Egypt. She wanted to get away from all the witch hunting and Factory stuff. She told about one of her close friends named Michael and how he traded his freedom for his life and has been closed up in the STN-J base for years, not allowed to leave even for a second. Her mother writes how she was starting to feel like Michael, not being allowed to stretch her arms out to other options.
A tear fell on that faded page
'Cause this was somebody else
Not the mama I knew who never thought of herself
Kat smiled. She relized how much she was just like her mother. Wanting to get away and look at other options. She began to relize why everytime she complained about the boring days down at STN-J, the older members would call her, her mother. The smile grew as she continued reading. She finally got to the last entry, this was written about two years before Kat was born. As she turned the page, an old photograph fell out. It was her mother standing next to her father and they were standing infront of a dinner. On the back were the words "Robin and amon in front of Harry's". Putting the phot at the front of the book, Kat continued to read. It said how her mother was still on the run with her partner Amon from the STN-J, and her feelings twoards him. How one Christmas Eve night, she yelled at him and ran away, fed up with his bickering at her. How he ran after her and held her close telling her he loved her also.
But the times, they were different then
And lines just didn't get crossed
And these words that she wrote, they somehow got lost
A single tear ran down Kat's cheek as she finished reading. She closed the book and leaned back looking out the window at the now full moon lighting up the peaceful summers night. Kat came up here to find her family photo album so she could make copies and start her own album. She was finally moving out of her childhood house and into her own appartment with her fianceé. Her mother may of never been able to get away from the missions with STN-J, but Kat's father who was also her boss refused to allow Kat to be stuck here as a STN-J member forever. "Katty, you've been up there all day. You okay?" She could hear her father's voice call up. "Coming daddy."
Wish I could roll out of town like a run-away train
I'll do as I dare, let them call me insane
I'll never sit on the sidelines of life, I'll dance every dance
If I just had the chance
Kat closed the window, grabbed the photo album which convently fell out of one of the toppled boxes and headed back downstairs, her mother's book and family photo album held closely against her chest. She handed the things to her father then climbed down. "Sorry got distracted." Kat smiled at her father and her mother who just came out of the library. Her father hasn't aged a day and neither has her mother. The old photograph flashed inside Kat's mind as her mother stood next to her father, both smiling at her in their own unique way.
The chance that she never had
Is now the gift that is mine
And our here on this road, I'm makin' up for lost time
A knock on the house door and then the sound of the door opening told Kat it was her fianceé here to pick her up. "I'll return the album I promise, right after I make some copies." Kat kissed both parents on the cheek then ran downstairs to help her fianceé carry her things to the cab which would take them to the plane which would take them to destinations unknown… maybe even the Great Pyramids in Egypt…
Yeah, I am my mother's child
As I roll out of town like a run-away train
I'll do as I dare, let them call me insane
I'll never sit on the sidelines of life, I'll dance every dance
While I still have the chance
I'll never sit on the sidelines of life, I'll dance every dance
While I still have the chance
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a/n: I've never really been good with song-fics. I'm a detail obsessionist AKA I obsess over deatil way to much when I comes to writing. Please review.
Robin: (wipes her eyes) "Not fair how come my daughter has to move away?"
Amon: (holds his love while she crys)
oo0animechild0oo: "Well someone had to leave…"
Amon: (smirks an sarcastic-like smirk) "You could of left…"
oo0animechild0oo: (pouts and crosses arms) "…how rude!" (sticks out tounge)