What If?
-Meeko Melodie
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The girl in his dreams;
He has been chasing his whole life away.
Someone who cannot be reached, or touched, or imagined.
Is so near, yet so far.
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Chapter Two: Dream or Coincidence
The annoying beeping from his cell-like communicator woke Amon up. His dark eyes darted towards the digital clock that was standing next to the communicator on the bedside table: 4:01 a.m.
He moaned, covering his eyes with his hand as the beeping kept growing louder. He got up and picked up the communicator.
"Michael, this better be important, it's four o'clock in the morning, god-damn-it," he said to the phone, not happy to be interrupted in his sleep.
"Jeez, looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today," Michael greeted him sarcastically.
"Yea?" Amon shot back, "Well, I'm not even awake yet, for your information. So what do you want?"
"Sorry, Amon, the boss wants you in the headquarters at 4:30, I think it's something about a case involving a fire craft-user," Michael replied instead, yawning at the same time at the other side of the phone.
"All right, I'll be there," was Amon's answer as he clicked the phone shut again. He sat still against the wall on the bed, suddenly thinking about the dream he was having just before the beep woke him up.
The dream itself was very blurry and it was hard for Amon to grasp the image. Yet, it had felt so vivid just minutes ago. All he could actually remember was the hot stinging flames and the back side of a girl with brownish shoulder-length hair wearing a black cloak.
It was not a pleasant dream.
After a quick shower, Amon threw on his usual outfit: black, long sleeved shirt with its collars up, baggy jeans, black boots and lastly his long cloak that reached his ankles to finish the touch.
Lying innocently on the dresser was the Orbo gun Amon carried for the last eight years or so. He stuffed the gun into the inside pocket of the cloak, grabbed his keys and communicator, and set out to the STN-J headquarters.
"So what's the deal, Michael?" Amon asked as soon as he stepped out of the elevator of Raven's Flat.
"Amon," the young hacker said in relief, "boss and the others are already in the meeting room."
"Oh," he walked swiftly down the aisle towards the chamber with Michael walking beside him.
"This must be a serious case if Zaizen's here," Amon commented. Michael was quiet for a second, then said, "I don't know, seems like the usual thing to me." He shrugged and they both stepped into the darkened room.
"So nice of you to join us, Amon," Zaizen said pleasantly, his wrinkled face managed a smile. Amon nodded curtly and started to have eye contacts with each of his fellow hunters: Yurika Doujima, Haruto Sakaki and Miho Karasuma. But none of them knew any better than Amon did.
He sat himself in front of the usual blinking computer monitor and Michael started to do his case analyses like any other day.
"The domestic police just forward this case to us about an hour ago," Michael began, while feverishly clicking his mouse to look for the right file. Finally able to locate it, he double clicked the icon and the information box popped up in front of everyone's screens.
"November 13th, that's two days ago," Michael started, clicking onto the scene, "an apartment building on Sakura street caught on fire and the police still cannot locate the source of the fire, so they forward this to us because they think a witch is behind this."
"Just because they can't find out who did it, they think it's the witches," Karasuma remarked, rolling her brown eyes.
"Thanks for the comment," Michael joked. "Now, according to our data base, all registered witches in Japan that can control flames only totaled up to be two," Michael said, his glasses reflecting the light shone from the monitor," but one of them was dead form the fire and he's the only one dead in this case. His name is Rocco Acaldo." Silence after that as everyone absorbed the information.
"So that leaves only one craft user with the ability to manipulate fire," Michael concluded, then added after a second thought, "of course, there could be someone else from another country, but no witches with the ability crossed and left the Japan border these past few days."
"So that only left one then?" Amon questioned, his eyes not leaving the monitor.
"Technically, yes," Michael said, pushing his shades up, "here's the profile of the only flame craft-user left in the country."
"Robin..." Amon read the name softly to himself, "...Sena." The thumbnail on the computer screen shown Robin's young face with her brown hair put in pig tails with red leather strings. A few strands of hair flow gracefully down form the hair line down to her pale cheeks; her expression gave a solemn and calm feeling to Amon as her emerald eyes stared blankly at the camera, back at him.
"Coincidentally," Michael spoke again, "this Robin Sena knows Rocco Acaldo well. They're friends, actually."
"I don't know about the girl," Doujima spoke up, forgetting that Zaizen was sitting right there in the room, "But this Rocco Acaldo is one hot guy." She smiled in a sly way. Zaizen coughed a few times on purpose to indicate he still existed; Doujima shut up and Sakaki, Karasuma and Michael stifled laughter. Amon remained as expressionless as ever.
"So, back to our original topic," Michael said in between a smile and a serious tone, "Robin Sena is 15 years old, born and raise in Italy; she just came back to Tokyo last year and was currently studying at Otemachi High. Rocco came back with her and go to the same school though he was two years older."
"Is there maybe something going on between those two that caused Robin Sena to murder him?" Sakaki wondered.
"Well, from Robin's oral confession she gave to the police just yesterday," Michael replied, while searching for the typed notes at the same time for his co-workers to see, "it seems that they're in friendly terms."
"Is there anyone else who can prove that?" Karasuma asked, while reading the notes.
"Yes, lots of people, in fact," Michael answered, "the students from Otemachi High claimed that they're always in polite terms, never caught them in an argument before."
As usual, Doujima paid no attention what-so-ever in the discussion after her tasteful comment on a certain male person. She tapped her feet impatiently, hoping the meeting would be over soon so that she could go back to work, or a.k.a. reading the latest fashion magazine.
"So what are we suppose to do?" Sakaki asked no one in particular, "from what you've told us, Michael, there's no prove yet to charge this Robin."
"That's why we're all here, isn't it?" Amon suddenly spoke up with his usual deep voice, "we're here to investigate the case and if she's the one, we hunt her." He said it so calmly, yet in a dead serious tone.
"You never seize to amaze me, Amon," Zaizen started, his lips curving slightly upwards, "that's why I want you to take up this case alone, without any of your fellow hunters' help, understood?"
"Yes, sir," Amon replied, looking at Zaizen intently while the others exchanged strange looks. It was very rare when a hunter works alone but after all, Amon was their hard-ass leader; they weren't worried.
"And one more thing, Amon," Zaizen reminded him.
"Yes?" Amon's voice was at the edge of impatient.
"This Robin Sena," Zaizen said, "I want her dead, you understand me?"
Amon stared back at Zaizen's dark eyes as if trying to see what was at the back of his mind.
"Yes, sir, I totally understand."
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