What If?

- Meeko Melodie

Meeko: Wow! I'm actually here! Yup! I'm not dead yet, people! Celebrate! Haha… I'm so so so sorry for the late update because I have so much damn homework and I have to update my HK fan fictions. So here I am, writing for you. Plus, I've been stuck for sometime in the ending part of this story and the truth is: I'm STILL freaking stuck! Argh! Oh well, enough of me blabbering.

Thank you for the following dudes and dudettes:

Dyemui: No more cliffhangers! And don't go nuts! Hehe…

Wendyghost: I guess that's what all guys like to do, right? Erm… sorry for the stereotypical statement here, if there are any male readers around.

Seashah: Yay! I feel so loved!

Young wiccan: Thanks. I did pretty well on my exam actually. An A! Hehe… And for those questions you asked, you'll find out later…I hope.

Amon's Angel of the Darkness: School IS evil… you said it. Glad I'm free of school AND French for a week and two days. Thanks for the comment.

Kagomechick: Yup, I got your drift. And thank you.

Siberian-Tigress/ Yuna/ tankbbg

Chapter Eight: Investigation and Touch Part III

A sudden darkness surrounded the pair as Amon unwillingly let his arm down; Robin sighed in relief. But inside, Robin still shivered with Amon's gentle touch. She shook herself inwardly and with new determination, she stepped towards the dangerous silhouettes.

Once inside, music blared into their already throbbing eardrums and they both had an urge to cover their ears. Laser-like beams danced in the black ambiance, shooting through the heated air. Cerulean, ruby, bottle green and amber criss-crossed into nothingness.

Amon took a suspicious glance around while Robin did the same, though with her curious orbs. The bar was spacious, with a rather large dance floor where couples and individuals were dancing and loosing consciousness on the see-through ground. Weak lights were shining from underneath, casting moving shadows on walls. Off to their right side was a bar counter where numerous of stools stood and only one bartender to serve. Surrounding the crowded dance floor were uncountable number of small round tables and chairs of which people were drinking and chilling.

Robin tapped Amon's arm lightly and Amon looked back with his stoic gaze. "How can we locate Takana?" obviously, her voice was too soft, plus the ear splitting music, Amon could not possibly hear what Robin was trying to ask.

He leaned closer to signal Robin to speak louder into his ear. For reason unknown, Robin was a bit taken aback by his action. A bit…

She cupped with her hands around her mouth and asked again, this time against his ear, "How can we locate Takana in this crowd?" Amon pulled away and answered her question by handing Robin a pocket-size photo of the suspect.

Robin held it closely to see because lights were so weak. She nodded curtly, indicating she understood and thus, their plan began.

She marched confidently towards the bar, where she followed Amon's instructions and took off her coat. 'Holy shit…' Amon thought as he witnessed the action; however, Amon was not the only one. Men from eighteen to twenty eight stared intently at the girl, including a certain red-haired someone. He smirked.

Robin pretended to relax and asked the bartender for a Seven-up with lime. She looked uncomfortably from side to side as most went back to their business, whether it was making out, or drinking or talking.

"Just relax," Amon said to the headphone, his voice coarse and still shocked by Robin's natural beauty. Multi-colored shafts of light danced off her pale skin, like an angel who did not belong. Her shoulder-length cinnamon locks hung softly a little below; her tight, pastel pink spaghetti strapped top revealed her beautiful curves and it showed off a little of her stomach; her thin, white skirt reached a bit above her knees, displaying her long legs. Amon gulped.

"Amon?" her innocent, quivering voice interrupted his train of thoughts, "now what?"

"See anyone with red hair?" his throat was dry. He didn't really like how those pathetic men eyed Robin in a hungry sort of way; scratch that, he was so tempted to just shoot them all off with his Orbo gun.

"There are a few with red hair," she reported, then added, "but there's one approaching this direction." Amon snapped his head up so quick he thought he might crack it in the process. True enough, a young man around the elder teens with the unmistakable flaming red hair was coming towards Robin. His sleeve-less shirt showed off his tanned skin and tense muscles, a smile plastered on his face that Amon did not like at all.

'Maybe this is not exactly the best idea after all,' Amon thought dully, putting his head between his hands, his ebony bangs covering the frustration flashing in his eyes. A male voice rudely disrupted his shifting thoughts.

"Hi," it was the red-haired man, and he was smirking in such a 'sincere' way that Amon was unconsciously grinding his teeth, hard Robin shifted slightly under the man's piercing gaze; her emerald eyes looked at anything but the speaker.

Without invitation, he settled next to Robin, his body purposely bumping to Robin's small frames; his warm skin faintly touching her upper arm. "What's your name?" he said, his deep brown orbs staring into Robin's weak pools of green.

"Robin," she whispered, somehow found her voice; her shakiness transferred to Amon's ears and he could feel it. "Just try to relax," he intended to coo, but was miserably failing to do so as he, himself, was shaking intensely as well, but out of rage. "And yours?" she managed to voice. The men's grin grew a bit wider, "Shiro, Shiro Takana." She nodded, unable to speak once more.

Robin stared at the glass she was touching; little bubbles from her Seven-up was rising and popping. Sizzling.

"Beer please," he ordered his drink, then turned his attention back to the young girl. Man, he could practically tasted the sweetness of her skin just by the way her scent wafted under his nose; he couldn't wait to see what this little Robin could do… when they were in bed that was.

His lips tucked into a seductive smile.

"So, why is a young, beautiful girl such as yourself wander off into this dark place tonight?" he asked, taking a gulp of the foamy, sparkling liquid.

"Go for it, Robin," Amon muttered, not sure if he was being helpful or what not. He heard Robin breathed out.

"I lost a friend," she replied, somewhat calmed upon hearing Amon's command, "we used to come here once in a while and I just feel like coming here tonight."

"Is that so?" he inquired in an apologetic manner. When he got no answer back, he continued, "who's this friend you're talking about?" he leaned closer, his breathe tickling Robin's tightening muscle. Amon growled at the back of his throat, knuckles white as he tightly clamped his fist on the table.

"R-Rocco Acaldo," she replied, feeling uneasy of the stranger's closeness. Shiro frowned at the name. Now that name sounded familiar, but from where?

Then it hit him, "that bastard?" Before Robin could even answer, Shiro beat her to it, "who's he to you?" he demanded. Robin sucked in a breathe, "I'm his…" She hesitated, not sure of what to say. "Girlfriend," Amon reminded her. "Oh right, I'm his girlfriend," she stuttered nervously.

"You're his bitch, eh?" Shiro smiled wickedly, snaking his arm around her waist. Robin stiffened, then narrowed her eyes the slightest. How dare he called her 'Rocco's bitch'. And how dare he took advantage of her. Rage swirled around her soul as her eyes flickered with a shadow of flames but a voice stopped her, the voice that put out the hungry fire in her heart.

"Robin, don't let him get to you," his monotonous voice right beside her ear, as if he was right beside her. She looked over at the dark outline, the shadows hiding any emotions displaying on his face. Only a few paces away, yet suddenly, it seemed to Robin that he was so out of reach.

"Did you kill him?" Shocked silence when the question passed through Robin's lips.

"What the hell!" Amon muttered out without thinking, "what are you thinking, Robin?" His hands numb from the hard grip. Shiro stared at the young girl in front of him with disbelief, before he literally fell over laughing hard. Robin blinked but reposed her composure quickly.

"Are you kidding me?" he managed to spit out through laughter, "as much as I would love to enjoy witnessing that bastard's torturing face, looks like someone else had already beat me to it, though, isn't it?"

Robin knew of course, she just wanted to make sure Amon got the point and let this guy loose; she was not to get caught, but capturing innocent people did not amuse Robin either, even though Shiro Takana might not be the most innocent man ever but again, he had nothing to do with Rocco Acaldo's death.

Her clear green irises stared at her outstretched palms on her laps; she , herself, should be the only one to blame and no one else.

"But no matter whose bitch you were," Shiro's sly voice lifted Robin back to reality, "now, you can be with me." He smirked, his chocolate-brown orbs sparkled a strange glint, a wicked one. His arms around her waist, forcing the petite girl towards himself as he hungrily inhaled her sweet scent.

"What-what do you want?" she struggled but with no success, his grip was dead solid.

"You," he whispered huskily in her ear, chuckling at the girl's shivering body, "I want you."

"Oh my God, what's happening?" she thought frantically as he force her against the nearest wall. "Amon…" she found herself whimpering.

"Shut the fuck up!" Shiro muttered, starting for Robin's neck; the frightened girl squeezed tight her eyes, fighting her out coming tears. Her head fell so light, like it was spinning to its own accord.

Then he was off of her.

Robin leaned against the wall tiredly for support; her body trembling with no control but she didn't care. All things were just soundless moving images around her as she only heard her own breathy gasps. Slowly, soundlessly with her back against the wall, she slid down with her knees drawn up to her chest while her arms wrapped around her legs.

She paid no attention to anything around her; she was glad that someone saved her from that bastard. Speaking of which… who did save her?

From her laps, she forced her eyes open and glanced upwards. A pair of silverfish eyes stared back; she gasped.

"Amon."

He simply nodded; his dark bangs covering his eyes with the action. Wordlessly, he pulled Robin to her feet and all the way towards the exit, the whole time leading her and guiding her, blocking out other people. On the way, people kept shooting strange stares at them but said nothing.

"Amon, did you…" Robin didn't even finish her question and was replied with a quick "yes" from Amon, who was still in lead. They were now in front of the exit, neither made a move nor dared to even breathe. Neither was touching each other.

"Thank you," she whispered. Without another words, Amon again placed his hand over Robin's and in a gentler attitude as he pulled her out.

A gust of breeze with soft flakes of snow met their faces as soon as they stepped out. In under two seconds, Robin was shivering violently as the icy flakes made contact with her warm skin; she had forgotten her coat inside.

But really, one night's adventure was enough for Robin and she didn't want to go back in again.

Ryuko: A bit longer. It could be a few more pages but I'm too lazy. I'll probably update this during the week though. It's SPRING BREAK! And I STILL have to do Math tutor. I hate math and I believe math hates me as well. Comments please? I'm desperate, I know.