What If?
a fan fiction written by Meeko Melodie
Meeko: I know I haven't been updating but homework and stupid photography is taking all my time. Anyways, my friend lent me Fushigi Yuugi and it's so damn good, so I might be concentrating more on a FY fiction for now, and also because I'm stuck on this fiction at the very end.
Thanks to all people who had reviewed:
In True Meanings: Sometimes, it's hard to control the use of words when I'm angry. Oh well! Thanks for the review!
Sil3nt t.e.a.r.z: Aww… don't cry! Here's your update!
Seashah: I know, not the best chapter. Well, I tried.
…: Erm… well, happy birthday! Thought it's a bit late, isn't it?
Amon's Angel of the Darkness: Well, Amon and Robin aren't really getting together yet, but Zaizen will… well, he's evil, right? So what do you think will happen?
Shouni: Thank you. Here's some more.
Young Wiccan: Yay! Amon smirking, wonder if he ever do that…
Sea Queen / wendyghost
Chapter Seven: Investigation and Touch Part II
Robin twirled around in front of the body-height mirror with her new outfit and she frowned at her reflection. She didn't know if these clothes suited her or not but these were the only ones she found in the closet that was not 'formal' as Amon would've put it. At that same moment, she also wondered why these clothes were necessary; the too much exposure of skin caused Robin's cheeks to grow got. She only remembered Amon saying that long dresses were not going to be very comfortable at the place they were going tonight to investigate about Shiro Takana.
After making some adjustments to her black ankle boots, she glanced herself at the mirror again and her emerald eyes momentary looked upwards to her two pigtails.
She hesitated, but at last, pulled off the leather strings that held her hair in place. The soft-auburn locks flowed vaguely past her shoulders. Robin nodded back at her reflection, as if to affirm that she was ready to go.
Robin took a swift look at the clock standing on the dresser; five more minutes till ten. She grabbed her light jacket with the keys jiggling noisily between her fingers and out the door she went; excitement bubbling inside her abdomen.
Comfortably seated in a lobby sofa, Robin looked through the glass front doors, her fingers nervously playing around in her lap and when she noticed that, she forced herself to stay still.
'Why am I so nervous?' Robin questioned. It was true; all afternoon, she had been pacing around her room thinking about Amon's plan. It wasn't like she didn't trust him; hell, Robin would trust Amon with her life. But she guessed she was just plain edgy tonight.
A roar from a distant car pulled Robin out of her trance as she saw a black sport car pulling up the driveway. She quickly ran out, and at the same time, acted neutral as if it was just any day.
The night air was chilly; rasps of smoke escaped from Robin's mouth as she stood in the cold to breathe. Her hands automatically hugged her body to block out the coldness but the icy breeze still cut its way through her skin and bones. Robin made her way around the dark car and heard a click indicating the door was unlocked.
Without further thought, Robin pulled open the door and slipped herself gracefully beside Amon, who, as in just any day, was staring at the windshield without much emotion. Robin's breaths were rapid from the cold, but soon went back to its normal pace as she warmed up.
"Anything interesting outside the window there?" Robin asked half-jokingly, observing Amon's unmoving stature. Without so much of a word, he steered the wheel and stepped on the gas pedal, sending both Robin and himself backwards with the sudden force.
Silence was thick, Robin had an urge to turn on the radio or something, anything, to get rid of this awkwardness that seemed to always accompany them whatever they were. But she didn't dare to move; she was that nervous. Robin tried to pry her mind towards other things but instead, her first thought was: dang, this car smells nice. Or in other words: dang, he smells nice. She stepped on her brakes at the thought and inwardly sighed. 'This is going to a long night.'
Amon, on the other hand, held a side-glance at Robin. He got to admit, without those strange little pigtails, Robin looked even more mature than before, which would make things much easier tonight. The tight jacket Robin was wearing made Amon wonder what she wore beyond that annoying piece of clothing that veiled his view.
'Damn it, concentrate,' Amon reminded himself fiercely. It seemed like the dark hunter always had a harder time to focus whenever Robin was around.
"Where are we going?" Robin asked softly before she could stop herself; even the whisper sounded loud against the thick silence. At first, Amon stayed silent and Robin thought she would never find out until she was actually there.
"You'll understand when we get there," his sudden reply startled Robin. She nodded and silence was back again until the end of the ride.
The car halted to a stop as Amon turned off the ignition and the engine calmed down. Robin stepped out of the car and took in her surrounding carefully. The street was dark with only a few streetlights here and there floating eerily in the mystical dusk.
They could hear music, strong ones, slightly to their right and saw a rather colorful entrance leading into some restaurant-bar looking place.
Both took steps towards the all-too-joyful entrance and found themselves with a crowd of people, mostly older teens, with crazy outfits and styles waiting in messy single file lines to get in. Above their heads hung a fancy, light-bulb sign that said Ergo with a hot-pink flamingo shaped bird flapping its imaginary wings. Shadows moved creepily with the motion beneath them on the tormented, concrete ground.
Robin couldn't hide her shock anymore, "what are we doing here?" Her voice may be quiet, but the tense tone did not escape Amon's ears.
"To investigate," Amon replied without looking at her. "Here," he drove her with him behind a shorter line up. Her slim fingers were twirling the soft fabric of her skirt again; a sign of obvious anxiety. "You do know I'm under aged, right?"
Somehow, Amon managed a tiny smirk, "well, you don't have to worry about that." Robin looked at him with her innocent, questioning eyes; Amon stared back with his icy glaze ones, but somehow, 'icy' wouldn't quite describe what Amon was feeling inside at the moment.
'God… her eyes…' Amon shook himself mentally.
As an alternative, he stuck his surprisingly ungloved hands into the deep pockets; Amon finally located what he was looking for. He placed the small object into Robin's small hand.
Staring at the strange object suspiciously, she squinted as if she couldn't see it clearly from her distance. Without waiting for her to ask, Amon answered the unasked question, "it's a miniature headphone. So I can tell you what to do when you're taking to Takana. I have one as well so I can hear what's going on."
As if to prove his point, he pulled out an identical piece and adjusted it on his right ear.
Robin tried to follow suit, but her attempt had clearly failed as the earpiece kept falling. Almost smiling, Amon took the equipment away from her slender fingers.
He delicately swept her cinnamon locks behind her ear and fixed the earpiece to her left ear; the sensitive flesh where Amon's warm fingers had touched remained its warmth and Robin was enjoying his unpredictably tender touch though she tried extra hard no to display it.
Upon reaching closer to the guard, Amon hastily laid Robin's hair back where it could hide the small device. The closer the got, the stronger the uncomfortable sentiment filled Robin's chest.
Side glancing at her pale face, Amon hesitantly put an arm around Robin's lean waist; the action gave the young witch a heated gasp escaping from her throat, as if electricity had just stroked her.
Right next to her, Amon found himself liking the little bird's breathy gasp. 'Crazy…' This thought pushed him to hold Robin more firmly and determinedly as they past the grinning guard, who gave them a knowing wink.
Amon curtly nodded and professionally entered the sparkling glass doors that awaited their arrival.
Meeko: Done! Chinese history exam results tomorrow, so nervous! Give me some comments, or I'll go nuts. But what ever, because I'm already going nuts anyways, with all the school stuff going on.