What If?
-Meeko Melodie
Meeko: Thanks so much for all the reviews! They're pretty helpful, some of them. And some of them are very encouraging. Thanks! I forgot to say this last time but here it is: Witch Hunter Robin does not belong to me so back off, lawyers!
Thanks for the following reviewers: (And I'm sorry if I miss anyone!)
In True Meanings: Firstly, thanks for your comment. Secondly, yes... the "totally" part when Amon said "Yes, sir. I totally understand." I just want to make it sounds like emphasis. Besides, I think he would plainly say "Understood" in the show. Oh well!
FireDemond: Okay, I get your point and here I am, writing. Happy?
Name1: Well, here's the update!
Jadewitch: Yea! Go Robin! Boo the jerk a.k.a Rocco!
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Rowan: Thanks! I'm glad you like it.
AnimeReviewer790: Ha-ha! "Old meanie"? That's cute but it fits. Oh yeah!
Cat: Is this fast enough for you?
WitchMaeve: This is not the same as the show, as you can probably see. So I made them only starting to know each other. Yup!
Spirit haunts her night after night.
Sudden appearance of a man captures her heart
What is it? She does not know.
Could it be a sign of...love?
Chapter Three: Coffee and the Question of Trust
"God, please tell me this is not happening," Robin murmured, feeling and fingering the cool metallic cross. Around her were flames, enveloping her frail body. The thick smoke was revolting, and blurring her vision slightly. She coughed and her head started to spin.
She thought she was a shadow lurking in the hungry fire, but half a second later, it was gone.
"Looking for someone, little Robin?" a voice whispered, as if the person was right beside her, speaking into her ear. Robin's eyes grew wide. That voice...
"Surprise to hear me?" that mysterious voice spoke again. Robin's slim body started to shake uncontrollably. No...it can't be...can it?
"Rocco," Robin whispered, wishing to every god she knew that this was not true.
"Yes," a laugh after that.
"But..." Robin kept on shivering, though flames were still dancing merrily around, "you can't be alive. I killed you. You should be where you belong."
"And where is that?" he asked with a cold laugh.
"Hell," Robin muttered, she held her fists tight, knuckles white.
"Oh, that's right," Rocco appeared beside Robin, scaring and grabbed Robin's wrist, yanking her towards a black, infinite hole that seemed to appear out of the blue.
She struggled to get free but Rocco's grip tightened. She winced with pain. The hole grew so dark and near; death was chanting her name.
"No...let me go!" But too late, Rocco loosened his grip and the infinite hole sucked her in. Never coming back.
Robin's eyes snapped open; her heart pounding with force, hurting her weak chest, cold sweat still slid along her naked form.
Him again, Robin thought angrily, why? She demanded. Those dreams kept haunting Robin, making her sleepless night after night.
Amon awoke with this strange tuck at his heart. What was it? What was so different about today? Oh yeah, he was no longer a hunter, or at least not one for a while. He was a defendant's lawyer who tried to investigate the case that Robin Sena, known for her fire-craft, was involved and tried to help her to gain evidence.
In short, he really was gathering information about the case and to see if Robin was the one behind the fire.
That young girl, Amon thought, as he put on his usual black attire, what is it about her that makes me feel so...so different? Good question. Amon usually carried out his hunting task without any second thoughts or any hesitation. Yet this time...this girl...her calm emerald eyes...Robin Sena. He sighed with frustration. Damn it!
Arriving upon his black automobile, Amon suddenly realized he had no idea where Robin's apartment might be. He got into his car and slammed the door shut. Amon took out his pale-white communicator.
"Michael?" Amon said to the phone when the ring tone stopped.
"Morning, Amon," was Michael's greeting.
"Send me a map to Robin's place," simple instructions.
"Got it," Michael replied, sending it through his computer to Amon's communicator. He shut off the cell-like device. A second later, a map of a section of Tokyo appeared on the screen with a red dot blinking in the left corner, representing Robin's residence.
The car rumbled in response as Amon twisted the car key and he hurried out the parking lot into the morning rush hour.
The doorbell rung just as Robin stepped out of the steaming bath. She wrapped a fluffy white towel around her body; her hair still wet with tiny drops of water dangled on her dull-golden locks. She wondered who could be looking for her so early in the morning. At least she didn't have to worry about being late to school today; it was Saturday after all.
Robin opened the oak door and standing outside was a man in his twenties wearing dark attire. It gave her a slight chill feeling, especially when she tried to look into the stranger's cool, slate eyes. Who is he? In Robin's mind ran the question; is he a detective, a police, a killer, or worst, a hunter? She shuddered at the last thought.
Amon thought she was shivering from cold and for once being considerate, "maybe this is not a good time. It'll come back later." His voice was deep and somehow, soothing to Robin. She lightly reached out and touched his arm to stop him.
What made her do that, Robin didn't know. All she thought about at that moment was who this handsome standing in front of her. Handsome? Robin stumbled mentally; her face grew slightly hot. Okay, she admit it; despite the cold expressionless face, this man was definitely in the looks department.
I'm going nuts, Robin thought, then she chose her words carefully, her hand was still resting lightly on his forearm, "please stay. I'm very curious of who you are. Just give me five minutes to dress myself, and then we can talk." He hesitated. Should he? Amon asked himself; he had intended to talk to her in a restaurant or a place that was not this room...he glanced at the door plate on the side...Room 603. But this was his job after all; Amon nodded.
Both of them stood there, motionless and quiet air surrounded them. Amon broke the eerie silence.
"...do you mind?" he said, glancing down to his arm which Robin was still feather-lightly touching. Robin snatched her hand back, her face growing hot, "sorry." She moved aside to let this strange man stepped into her place.
Amon walked hesitantly to the sofa and sat down, the cushion sinking from his mass. Robin disappeared into her bedroom. Amon took a glance around the room; simple hunter instincts. The room was in a series of creamy colors, a very typical shade for young girls such as his "client" and he took of a wooden carving standing on a cabinet attached to the wall: Jesus being hanged on the cross. Before Amon could scan any further, Robin appeared wearing one of her plain raven monastery dress with laces on the cuffs; her lightly-golden tresses were tied like the photo Amon saw earlier: little pigtails tied with deep crimson leather strings, with strands from her long bangs flowing out and framing her pale face.
"So, do tell me who you are, Mr...."she stopped dramatically, leaning on the wall beside Amon's sofa.
"Amon," he told her as he also put down his "business card" on the coffee table.
"Mr. Amon," Robin started but was interrupted.
"That is my first name," he replied, still with the emotionless voice.
"Oh," Robin exclaimed, "well, Amon, can I get you anything? Coffee, perhaps?" Robin need one herself, especially with the sudden appearance of this Amon person.
"All right," he nodded slowly, surprised to see her in such a calm state even with a stranger in her house. She didn't even bother to ask who he was, for Christ's sake.
Robin walked behind the tall counter, which was kitchen where they could still talk still talk to each other.
"So...who are you?" finally, the big question. Robin continued the clinging and chunking of coffee mugs while a strong, soothing espresso scent swirled around the room. Amon was glad she finally asked.
"I'm your defendant lawyer," he replied, standing up noiselessly and walked to the counter so he could see what her expression might be. As expected, Robin started back to Amon's cool metallic eyes, wondering what the heck this stranger was talking about.
"Excuse me?" she said, her eyebrow rising in puzzlement.
"You're involved in a fire accident, if I'm not mistaken," he said hollowly, sitting himself on a stool and resting his arms on the clean counter.
He continued to x-ray vision Robin with those hollow grey eyes of his; Robin shifted uncomfortably under Amon's gaze. She wished Amon would look away.
Robin suddenly regretted letting Amon into her space.
"I think you're mistaken, Amon," Robin replied calmly, "I'm only a witness; actually, I didn't even witness the whole thing, I'm just a friend of Rocco's." She poured the steaming coffee into two white mugs and took out some cream and sugar; she put them on the countertop and placed a cup in front of Amon.
Ignoring the sugar and cream, Amon stirred the dull brown liquid in the cup while thinking.
"Do you know that, Miss. Sena, the police are starting to get suspicious of you?" Amon tried her, continuing his action of stirring, though nothing was added.
"Call me Robin," she corrected, "and why would the police get suspicious of me? They all know we're in friendly terms, didn't they?" Robin took a sip of coffee. The fact that Amon was a lawyer surprised her, as well as the reason of why he was here at this very moment.
What kind of lawyer wear dark trench coat anyway? Robin wondered. Lawyers on television shows always wore suits, not coats that reach their ankles and they were black. How depressing...and mournful.
"Where were you that night?" that question came out of the blue.
"Are you questioning me, Amon?" she asked with a tint of edge in her soft voice, her eyes held steady glance with Amon's metallic ones. Her emerald orbs were calm, too calm as if before the coming of a storm.
Robin pressed on, "I thought you were my defendant lawyer. I thought...you're suppose to help me and trust me." Her sudden change of tone caught Amon's attention.
What was that...that thing in her voice? Amon asked himself, frowning slightly. Pain? Pain because he, Amon, who was suppose to help and trust her, did the opposite? Well, what was he suppose to do? Amon wanted so much to trust her, that emotion in Robin's tranquil, sea-green eyes; but he was a hunter. Hello?
His job was to track down the witch who killed Rocco Acaldo and he must succeed. Failure was not an option; it never was, for Amon, or for other members of the STN-J.
Robin Sena was a suspect and he, Amon the lead hunter, was the one assigned to reveal the truth. Amon kept his cool facially but his inside was now a mess and it was caused by one person; that certain someone had a name: Robin Sena.
Suppose Robin was telling the truth? Amon thought, drinking down the bitterness, she looked like she was telling the truth. But again, looks could be quite deceiving. Amon had too many experiences to risk that kind of thing.
"Robin," her name sounded funny, coming out from Amon's lips like a foreign language, "I trusted you, I really do. But I also want you to tell me the truth, you understand?"
She inclined her head slightly to show and said quietly, "what I told the police was the truth." It was that simple.
"You better go," Robin told Amon as they both finished up the comforting drinks, "I have things to do..." Plus she didn't feel like saying anything to this stranger anymore; after what he had asked. She just wasn't in the mood to be questioned like a criminal.
Amon stood up briskly and started for the door. Without waiting for Robin to open it, he disappeared behind the entrance.
Robin sighed in relief; it sounded like this Amon knew something was going on. If he wanted all the answers, he'll have to work harder on it, Robin thought; because she wasn't about to give out anything yet.
On the other side of the door, Amon walked quickly out of the building. Once in his black sport car, his brain started doing all the clicking.
Somehow, his instinct told Amon that Robin was not the one to be hunted and his instinct was right for most times.
What if he was right again this time? What if Robin Sena was not the one he needed to hunt? What if...?
Amon sighed inwardly.
There were just too many what-ifs in this world.
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