What If?
-a fan fiction written by Meeko Melodie
Meeko: I'm fuckin' (sorry about the language but hey, I'm mad, alright?) mad at my stupid computer right now; the reason: the stupid damn Microsoft is acting like shit to me and so I have to retype the whole damn two chapters and now I'm so damn mad. Okay, adding to it, I have to type like 4 copies of my homework because they're all just default on me! Ahhhh! Okay, I'm calm now, I think. Thank god I actually wrote it down on a notebook, so I don't have to write it all over again.
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Chapter Seven: Investigation and Touch
One touch…
Causes her to shiver with anticipation
Just one simple contact,
Makes her wonder…
Dots of snow were dancing fiercely in the wind; following the current of the bitter cold breeze, snow swirled in the air and floated down gracefully on earth, stuck on surfaces of cars, melted in puddles, grabbed on to the rushing population's wool coats and scarves.
A snowflake melted on the tip of Amon's nose as he stepped out of his car beside the busy sidewalk. People in business attires were brushing past each other and occasionally bumping into a stranger, then walked on without so much of an apology. Amon joined these people.
He took out his communicator, which showed a certain map. The red, blinking dot was his destination. He started the short walk to the fireworks shop that Shiro worked at.
On the street, no one would give Amon a second look as they passed.
He stopped in front of the dirty glass door; hanging dangerously above it was a cheap, plastic plate that said:
NoMix FireworksSells every types, colors, and sizes of fireworks YOU like!
Amon pushed the door open; the familiar tinkling of bells rang as he opened the door. Once inside, a smell of burnt… something, even Amon could not make out, rushed into his nostrils, stinging him a bit.
He coughed and someone looked up from his magazine at Amon's direction. The person grinned.
"Hi there, anything I can help you with?" he asked cheerfully. Amon's cautiousness built up; he quickly looked around his surrounding without much movement. The room was pretty spacey with shelves stood in opposite walls; the counter that the smiling clerk was sitting behind stacked in between. Fireworks piled up in boxes filled the cabinet and beside the cashier counter stood a smaller shelf with sorts of candy and chewing gum.
On the walls hung posters of young girls in as very little clothing as they could cover their bodies and Amon was disgusted. What kind of a sick store is this? He would've expected to find some drugs in this place, too, if not he was in another mission.
"Actually, I'm looking for someone," Amon replied, walking towards the counter. The young man frowned and his daring eyes challenged Amon's dark ones with suspicion.
"Well, I'm the only one working here," he said, "and I don't recall knowing you."
"Do you know of a person named Shiro Takana?" Amon asked, his eyes piercing and forcing out the truth.
His eyes widen in surprise, "Shiro? Yea. He used to work here."
"Used to," Amon repeated.
"He quit a few weeks ago," he added then questioned warily, "Why do you want to know?"
"I need his help," Amon replied simply.
"Well, if you really want to find him," he started, "you can try the bar on Main Street called Ergo. He's there almost every night." With that said, the young man propped his magazine in front of him, once again absorbed into whatever he was in minutes before.
Keeping the information in the back of his head, Amon stepped out into the cold again. The whipping wind blew around him, making him more awake than ever. Suddenly, in his head came an idea. One that could get Shiro Takana to tell the truth, though he wasn't sure if the person he was going to seek help from would be willing to help him.
Amon walked back to his car quickly, maybe a little too quickly and drove away in to the fierce snow.
Now what was the reason for him to be in front of Room 603 again? Amon wondered if his reason was good enough for him to be knocking on Robin's door.
"When the hell did I become so indecisive?" Amon wondered heatedly. So without further thinking, he knocked on the door. Amon didn't have to wait long as Robin opened it.
Her surprised glint in her emerald eyes surprised him. 'Is she happy that I'm here, or is she annoyed?' Amon unconsciously speculated, then hit himself hard mentally when he found himself thinking that.
Since when does Amon care about what others feel anyway? Especially when it comes to his prey.
'Got to… concentrate…'Amon chanted in his head and didn't even notice Robin had already retrieved her way back to the living room and left the door open for Amon to enter.
"Have you come in to question me?" Robin asked calmly as Amon took a seat beside her; their distance only some centimeters away. On the low table was a ceramic mug with half finished coffee, already cooled with time. Robin stared straight in front of her, like something especially interesting was catching her attention when really, all she intended to do was to try to block out Amon's steady breathing.
His presence made her calm and felt safe, yet at the same time, his cool attitude caused nervousness to spring up from Robin's system. What a strange combination of feelings this one person could cause.
"No," he answered, his voice still void of emotion. Robin jerked her head towards him in surprise, 'he isn't going to question me? Then…what is he doing here?' she thought inwardly but didn't dare to ask. Their eyes met slightly but Robin swiftly lowered her gaze again, embarrassed of her sudden action.
"I've come here to…" he paused, searching for the right words, "ask for your help." He gulped; Amon, the greatest hunter possibly for the STN-J, was asking a young girl for help? This is definitely something new. Amon wondered why he wanted Robin to help him as well, but got no answer back. Surely, he could take on one little Shiro Takana by himself? Yes, of course he could, so that wasn't the reason.
So what the hell was it?!
'Maybe…' Amon thought slowly, letting his thoughts sunk into his brain, 'maybe I just want to spent more time with her, to get to know her better? At lest before I end her life?'
He shuddered. What kind of a reason is that?
"I'll help," Robin said, taking the mug and marched towards the kitchen with a grace that Amon had only noticed now.
"What?" it came out before Amon could stop himself.
"I'll help," she repeated, reappearing from the kitchen. Amon silently thanked her and it was quiet between them once again after Robin had settled on the sofa.
"So what is this about?" Robin inquired casually; somehow, her eyes still not meeting his.
"We found a suspect that might be involved with the case," Amon explained.
"We?" Robin questioned, her eyebrow arching.
"They," Amon corrected himself, and adding a punch mentally, "the police, we, what's the difference? We worked together anyway." He lied.
Robin nodded to let Amon continue.
"The suspect they found is a man by the name of Shiro Takana. He works in a fireworks shop," Amon began, then as a second thought, he asked, "do you know him, by any chance?" Robin shook her head, her wheat-colored bangs moving with motion.
"He's pretty well known to the police, always paying them occasional visits and the fact that he's able to use chemicals lead us thinking that he's the one behind the fire," Amon clarified.
Robin stared down at her hands, which she found herself nervously scrunching and smoothing the material on her black Victorian style dress repeatedly without her noticing earlier.
'Now I've got some else into trouble as well,' Robin groaned; she wasn't sure she wanted that, or she would have to turn herself in. She couldn't do that, as Robin's mind drifted to her last thought, 'two cannot survive, one must sacrifice.' It hurt her to think those words, though no one could hear her. How could she think that, those rotten, selfish thoughts? It almost scared her.
"Robin?" at the sudden mention of her name, Robin almost fell over in surprise. Her questioning eyes covering her fear as she turned to look at Amon. A sudden thought dawned on her as Robin watched Amon's stoic expression throughout their whole conversation, 'if Amon found out…' She couldn't think how he would react. Disappointed? Angry? Something else? Robin would never find out because she was not going to tell anyone anytime sooner.
"How can I help?" Robin asked in a semi-cheerful tone to cover up her inside guilt; her heart almost skipped a beat faster when she thought Amon had given her a strange look. Perhaps it was just Robin's wild imagination. Yes, that must be it.
"Well," Amon stuttered. What?! The great hunter never stuttered! There was always a first time to everything, though, never forget that! "I was wondering if you can lured out the truth out of Shiro Takana," Amon finished, he almost felt himself sighing in relief. Now why would he do that? "I'm very certain force won't do any good," he added, "but there might be danger too, so I'll understand if you choose not to go."
Robin blinked, as if trying to understand Amon's use of words, and then she replied softly, "Yes, I'll help you, Amon." Robin really did want to help him. Or maybe she just wanted to spend some time with him. Opps, did she just think that out loud? Yup, looks like she did. Well, it was the truth, her inside argued though as much Robin's external side hated to admit.
"Just tell me what to do," Robin offered.
For a second there, Amon reconsidered this option, but realize he could not turn back; he leaned closer towards Robin and started to tell her the plan.
Though Robin thought she could handle her emotions quite well, the soft blush tinting her pale cheeks from the dark-haired man's closeness did not escape Amon's hawk eyes.
He reflexively smirked in a satisfied manner.
Meeko: Well, there you go and PLEASE excuse my language up there. I AM pretty mad and well, just give me some comments, okay?