What If?

Meeko Melodie

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Duty as a hunter;

forgotten because of the appearance of one girl.

Threatened and killed?

He does not care.

All he cares was for her sake to be safe.

Chapter Six: Suspect and Duty

"What do you mean?" Amon asked, with his urgent tone that was not seldom used. It was the morning after the phone call and he got shadows appearing beneath his eyes because of lack of sleep.

He couldn't really sleep last night after Robin's phone call; it made him get into thinking again and this time, about something he would rather avoid. From the day he could remember himself interact with other people, he had build a brick wall around himself and prevented others to come in.

It was just a simple matter that Amon didn't want to show his true, real nature; perhaps for the reason behind his job as a witch hunter, emotions was a sensitive thing that anyone could toy with it. Yes, even humans and it would be very much the same with witches though in a much more dangerous level.

Witches could use emotions as Amon's weaknesses, that was, if he ever had any and he could not risk that.

Nope.

But that was not it.

That wasn't the reason behind Amon's cold and emotionless mask he always wore.

"Stop making me repeat myself," Michael sighed, turning away from the computer and handed Amon a folder.

"They found another suspect," he reported, "Shiro Takana, twenty seven years old, works in a fireworks store in downtown and one thing I should add: he's quite a trouble maker." Amon scanned through sheets of paper as fast as he could and nodded for Michael to continue.

"Rocco and Shiro met in a bar near the fireworks store, they got into a fight once," Michael described, " don't know what the reason behind the fight was though. He has enough skills to start a fire in the apartment without any known sources in Rocco's room, since he works with chemicals and flammables all the time."

"He's got a pretty rough background," Amon commented with indifference in his voice, though his brows kneaded with concentration, "over ten times of lighting fireworks illegally in public places, guess that's normal for him; got arrested and gone in jail for six months at seventeen when he was caught red-handed with marijuana; got arrested several times again in his late teens for fighting in public, including the most recent one with Rocco Acaldo; penalty for street-racing a few times; arrested for destroying public buildings..."

On and on the list went; when Amon finished, he raised his eyebrow, "looks like he got bits of everything but murder."

"Yup," Michael agreed and turned back to the blinking screen. Amon closed the folder with a short snap.

"Did you find anything on the scripts yet?" he asked, placing the folder on his desk.

"Yes," and Michael took out another folder from God-knows-where since his desk was always piled high with binders, folders and papers. Amon took it from Michael and saw the scripts typed up with translations on the other column.

"Looks like they are ancient Italian scripting," Michael offered, "most of them are just Bible sayings and things like that. It probably belongs to Robin Sena," he added.

Without any words, Amon sat at his place and stared at the piece of paper hard, like that would do any good anyway. All he could see were lines from various books in the Bible, nothing suspicious.

The phone rang in the silent office and as usual, Michael picked it up, muttered a few words and Amon could hear him put the receiver again.

"Zaizen," Michael said simply. Amon understood and nodded.

What does he want now? He thought with annoyance as he walked up to Zaizen's office. He reached the doors faster than he had intended to but that didn't matter, Amon was going to ask Zaizen a few things as well, like why in the world would he wished to get rid of Robin Sena so damn eagerly. As that was only one.

He knocked on the door curtly two times, then entered without waiting much of a 'come in' or some other similar responses. No matter, Zaizen never said anything anyway even if he was in there when someone knocked on the door.

"You wanted to see me?" Amon inquired quietly and added the word he hated the most, "sir?" He was talking to the back of Zaizen's chair and it always pissed Amon off when someone was talking to him without actually looking at him.

A strong, disgusting smell of cigar smoke was lingering in the stuffy air and Amon was hating it more each time he came in here.

"Yes, Amon, I need to know," the gray-haired man finally turned his chair around to face Amon, his right hand holding a thick, brown cigar, which was puffing spits of smoke. His eyes were demanding and wrinkles deepened. Amon stared right back, waiting for Zaizen to finish what he had started. Amon was never the most patient person in the world and when Zaizen didn't say anything, Amon asked tightly, "what do you want to know?"

"The case," Zaizen replied, breathing out a stream of smoke, "the case with Robin Sena, how are you doing with it?" His expression was unreadable, as was Amon's, though things were quite the opposite in his inside. But Zaizen didn't need to know that.

"It's going as planned," Amon could only reply.

"Good," Zaizen stopped and asked skillfully, "so I presume you'll kill her, as planned." He emphasized his last words.

Amon's slate eyes shot towards Zaizen's dark ones quickly and asked, "why do you want to kill Robin Sena? This is not the usual rule."

"Are you questioning my authority, Amon?" Zaizen asked, his tone emotionless but eyes were dangerous.

"No, sir," he said tightly, his pale lips thinned, "it's just that usually, we'll bring the witches to the Factory, so why is this an exception?

"Plus," Amon continued, unwilling to stop at this pace, "another suspect has been found."

"So?" Zaizen asked with indifference.

So?! Amon was going literally insane; is Zaizen just being annoying or is he just being himself? Amon would love to stuck the cigar in Zaizen's face at the face at the moment; yup, that would denfinitely cool him off quite a bit.

But Amon tried to get a hold of himself as he explained, "so, Robin might not be the one by a huge chance."

Zaizen smirked, "so it's 'Robin' now, eh?" Amon banged his head on an imaginary wall for making such a mistake and cursed Zaizen for being the sneaky jerk that he was but his face showed nothing.

"I'm just saying there's another suspect out there and she might not be the one," Amon said as if he didn't heard Zaizen's last comment. He turned to leave but Zaizen's next words made him froze, "your emotions are getting in the way, aren't they, Amon?" Are they?Amon wanted to ask himself that as well; he sure didn't think so and why did Zaizen care anyway? Oh yeah, he worried that his best hunter would put down his guards if his emotions started to creep back. Well, he didn't need to worry about that; Amon was fully aware of where he was standing at and he didn't need Zaizen to remind him that.

Amon started to turn the door knob when Zaizen said fiercely, "you're a witch hunter and your job is to carry out the orders as you are told. Right now, my order to you is to eliminate Robin Sena. This is you duty as a hunter and you must follow it, whether you like it or not." Amon didn't waste a second and the door was slammed with a too-loud bang behind his back.

The hell with the stinking orders, Amon thought, his blood boiling in anger, and the hell with duties. That strange angry essence erupted like wild fire as he thought of someone, some devil like Zaizen, lay their hands on Robin, his Robin!

"Shit," Amon unconsciously muttered, his eyes huge with the surprising thought that just came to him so naturally – his Robin. When did he become so possessive? And when did he ever think of the young girl in... that way? He shook his head violently, damn it, that girl is ruining me.

Indeed, he could not forget the conversation they had just hours ago; it was as if Robin could read his mind or something. Amon wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. But he definitely wanted to forget about it, and he definitely was not able to do it. What the hell is wrong with me? Amon demanded mentally with frustration, angry with himself as his footsteps down the deserted hallway echoed hollowly in the still air.

But Robin understood him, somehow, Amon thought suddenly. Her soft words, like velvet, gently caressing his inner soul. The dark soul Amon didn't want anybody to see, reluctant to let anybody else but himself to understand.

Upon reaching his chair in the office, where Michael was once again alone typing on his computer and listening to those ear-throbbing music, Amon threw himself down heavily on the chair, which groaned slightly under his weight.

Amon covered his eyes with one hand, rubbing them tiredly and put down the script translations file in front of him again. He tried to concentrate on the deep-meaning Bible verses on the blinding white sheet of paper but he only found himself reading the line over and over again without getting any meaning out from it at all.

Zaizen's words kept floating in and out of Amon's wandering mind...

You emotions are getting in the way, aren't they?

He looked up from his sheet.

Maybe Zaizen is right, Amon thought dryly, maybe my emotion is getting in the way. Amon could not allow that, those building up emotions; he must stopped them before he lost total control of what he had.

Meeko: So... How's it? I know, boring. But I promise the next two chapters or so is going to have Robin and Amon goodness in them, okay? So the comments! Comments, remember!