What If?

- a fan fiction written by Meeko Melodie

Meeko: School has been bad. I don't get chemistry and it's getting on my friggin nerves and so now, I hate school. Oh, by the way, did I mention I failed my French composition? Fortunately, most of my class did as well so I don't need to feel so "special". Damn it!

Thank you for the following dudes and dudettes:

Seashah: Hmm... I don't think you've reviewed the last chapter yet, so thanks! Yes, poor Amon indeed; Robin lied to him, now what's he gonna do? I wonder.

Young wiccan: Muhaha... don't you just feel so good when Amon said that to Zaizen?

CatWolf Witch Kyobi: Is he going to do that now? We'll see. Me like cuteness and fluff too!

Siberian-Tigress: Hmm... stupid like what?

Dye.Mui: You'll have to read the next chapter to find that out. But I'm stuck on it, so it'll take a longer time for me to update the next chapter.

In True Meanings: Yes, he's going to do just that, in the next chapter.

Tankbbg: No problem. And thanks for the comment!

I'm sorry if I missed anybody here. Thank you all for reviewing!

Chapter Eight: Evidence and Racing Heart (Part II)

Zaizen raised his eyebrows but ignored the remark, instead, he asked, "where are you going?"

"None of your fucking business," he replied, venom dripped from his words. 'I don't care anymore,' Amon realized, 'I won't even give a shit if he fires me, or kills me or what ever because I now know what is going on with my heart.'

He knew he had to be somewhere; anywhere but here, where he could find his girl.

'Robin,' a name clung to his wandering and furious mind.

"Is this about Robin Sena?" Zaizen questioned. Amon gave him the coldest stare he could muster and said nothing. Zaizen took the silence treatment as an affirmation and continued, "I'll give you a chance."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" he said callously, his eyes never leaving Zaizen's.

"You have two choices," Zaizen explained, his lips curving in to a lazy smile, "Choice A, eliminate Robin Sena in seven days, and you won't regret it, I swear; but if you shall pick Choice B and not kill her in time…" He stopped there.

Amon comprehended where he was getting at, and though he never realized this until now, he had already made his choice.

"If you choose to not kill her," Zaizen paused for effect, his eyes glittered a knowing glint, "your group members," he glanced lightly to the door leading inside the office, "will die." Amon was going to say something but Zaizen held up a hand, "and don't think you and your little girlfriend are off the hook, Amon."

His conceited smirk remained, and his aging eyes were sending cold glares every so often towards the dark hunter that stood before him.

"They are not involve in this," Amon said, his voice as calm as ever, "so why them?"

"The more, the merrier," Zaizen clarified with the same smirk on his wrinkled face.

"You can't do this," Amon said and thought, 'my team can't sacrifice in this stupid conflict, it's not worth it.' But what choice does he have?

"Oh?" he raised his grayish eyebrows.

"My team…" he stopped to think, "they're stronger than you think."

"Well, so are my agents, Amon," Zaizen pointed out. Just then, the elevator door squeaked open and out stepped Haruto Sakaki and Yurika Doujima, both smiling like kids on sugar high.

Before any of them could utter a word, Zaizen turned and left for his office, leaving Amon standing frigid.

"Amon," the rookie hunter started uncertainly, "you okay?"

"I'm fine," he said in his usual droning voice and stepped into the elevator.

"What's up with that?" Doujima wondered out loud as the ancient lift carried the dark hunter down. Sakaki just shrugged.

Meeko: Short, yes, I know. After this, I think it's going to take me awhile to update so please, be patient. I'm stuck from this chapter on. Well, comments do help so sent me some, okay? Thanks!