What If?
- a fan fiction written by Meeko Melodie
Meeko: I'm back! And I have an update with me! Yay! Hehe... finally got one chapter written and now I'm stuck at the next one. Oh well. I screwed up French and the composition that I managed to fail, I actually got eight point five over sixteen. Point five mark towards a pass! Ahhh... Ok, without further ado, here's chapter nine.
Thanks for the following dudes and dudettes:
CatWolf Witch Kyobi: Damn Zaizen indeed! Hmm... nothing much else to say. Thanks for the comment!
Dye.Mui: I don't like shortness myself, but sometimes, I can't help it if I just feel lazy and just typed part of a chapter. Let's see if I'm going to do that in this chapter...
Siberian-Tigress: Thanks. Yea, Amon is now what I'd like to call the 'middleman'. Save his teammates, or save Robin? Hmm... hard decision, hard decision.
Seashah: Thank you! Well, wouldn't want to let you guys wait for long now, would I? I think I will include another scene with Zaizen in it... but I just don't know where to put him to yet.
Young wiccan: Yup he did. Maybe he just didn't have anything to say back to him because his brain wasn't fast enough to conjure up some other smart insults. Who knows?
In True Meanings: Ah! You've read my mind I swear!
Chapter Nine: Truth be Told and Pain be Set
Brown, semi-transparent liquid swished back and forth in tiny waves in a clear glass, which was held by a moody-looking someone on a bar stool in quite a deserted restaurant. He held the glass at eyelevel; the sparkling brown dancing off his slate irises.
He then drained the whole glass down his already raw throat; like some kind of liquid flames, the alcohol burned from his mouth, down his throat and further into his body.
"Amon," he heard someone called his name and he lazily looked up; standing there was the owner of the restaurant, Harry.
"One more," Amon slurred, with slight traces of drunkenness but only a little. Harry glanced at the hunter warily, "are you all right, Amon?" He poured some more into his glass.
'Am I all right? Am I fucking alright?' Amon yelled in his state, 'of course I'm not fucking all right. Pathetic, why am I drunk for a girl anyway? A witch, no less.' The thought was so ironically funny he almost laughed.
"I'm fine," suddenly very awake, he ignored the new drink and placed some bills on the table. Subsequently he walked out.
The ferocious rain soaked his body, drowning out all the stinging smell of whiskey. He could feel the little droplets of water kissing his face and neck. In exactly less than one minute, he was drenched from head to toe. Ignoring the coldness, he climbed into the driver seat of his car. Drops of water dangled from his ebony locks as they dripped on to the leather seat.
He had never been this drunk before, and all this just for a sheer girl. Who is she to him anyway? There was no way he was going to sacrifice his teammates' lives for a mere witch's, right? RIGHT?
Amon sighed in frustration as he used his fist to attack the wheel to col off some of the steam; the frostiness numbed his red fingers. He could not feel the pain. And he could not let off the desperate sensation that was now gaining up on his chest.
The next thing he knew, he was stabbing the key into the hole, igniting the engine and he stepped on the pedal hard. With its uncontrollable speed, the raven vehicle flew across rivers of water, sending splashes towards the sidewalk where night walkers cursed him senseless. Blindly he drove, but in the back of his mind, Amon knew exactly where his next destination should be.
Pacing back and forth in her loosely tied bathrobe, Robin occasionally would look at the clock up on the wall as if she was waiting for something, or someone to come out. She was simply restless tonight. She had tried everything, from warm milk to boring books, Robin just could shut her eyes and fall in to unconsciousness.
Something was just not right; Robin didn't know what it was but it was there... that uneasy sentiment that was making her more awake than ever. A sigh escaped from her mouth as she began to sit down on the couch.
But before her butt could even touch the surface, the doorbell rang. It was so loud against the silence that it scared the daylights out of Robin.
"Who could it be?" Robin wondered as she unlocked the oak door. The door opened ajar with a creepy 'creak'.
"Amon!" her emerald eyes widened with surprise; standing in the doorway was the dark, ominous man, his raven bangs covering his eyes vaguely and beads of water fell silently to the ground. There, they froze in that position for what seemed to be a long time while Amon's overcast eyes, dulled by drunkenness, bored into Robin's soft, green ones; neither of them appeared willing to make the first move.
"Would..." timidly, Robin broke the delicate glass of tranquility, "Would you like to come in?" From his expression, it was hard for Robin to tell if he was actually considering the option, or maybe he wasn't listening all together.
"Amon?" she tried again.
"All right," as unreadable as ever, he stepped in. but the sudden movement, reacting with the alcohol he had consumed earlier tonight, caused him to lost his stance as he staggered – right into Robin with his arms on either side supporting the wall and the somewhat terrified girl in between.
His breathes were deep and labored while the girl underneath his heated gaze squirmed uncomfortably; his warm respires blew gently on her wheat-tinted bangs, causing the tense teenager to shiver feverishly. Water continued to drop perpetually, bleeding through the thin fabric of her white bath robe.
Amon closed his eyes, regaining his posture and stood straight, all the while unwilling to look at Robin once. "I need to ask you something."
"So do I," Amon looked back up and saw her innocent eyes shone out... 'could it be plead?' Silently, they sat themselves on the couch, Robin not bothering to turn on any source of light. Yet, the luminosity of the moon rays would have to do for now as its last basis of brightness, the final foundation of truth. The grey sheet of rain, it seemed, had seized for the night being.
"So what is it that you have to ask me?" Robin inquired, her eyes sparkling a curious glint as she put her hands in her lap; without her own noticing, she was playing with her fingers out of nervousness again.
Amon took a mental note of Robin's shaky gestures; he looked back up to her face and noted the girl was even paler than usual. And with the effect of the milky glow from the pastel moon that rained from the outskirts of the window, Robin's skin looked aglow. Or maybe it was just his eyes playing games with him.
'And I thought it was going to rain all night long,' Amon thought, attempting with great effort not to stare at the young girl sitting stiffly beside him. But it was hard not to.
She was sitting so damn close, her breathes were in beat with his own in the stillness of the apartment and even her body heat seemed to radiate from her and warming his skin. But again, it could be just his mind and its wild imaginations.
"Did you tell me the whole truth?" he tried to demand in a cold demeanor, but failed miserably; it sounded – too gentle. Robin stared at him for some time, as if trying to figure out what the situation is brewing in her head, "the whole truth about what?"
"Don't play games with me," Amon let an icy smirk grazed his lips, remembering the video he watched in Raven's Flat with Michael, "you know very well what I'm talking about." Robin was still in her unusual state of emotionless features and nodded slowly; she knew, somehow, that Amon had finally surmised the whole case out. She was just being foolish by denying it, refusing the bitter truth that had made her a murderer, a liar.
A sinner.
Robin shivered, all though it wasn't cold in the living room at all; maybe it was Amon's cold stare that did it but anyhow, that was beside the point.
"Were you there when Rocco Acaldo was killed?" slowly, Amon asked; he was holding a death grip on the textile of his black trench coat, but he wasn't paying the least attention to it.
Just as steadily, Robin nodded her head; her eyes closed tiredly and the dulled gold locks fell over her shoulders. She could not look straight into his eyes now.
"Did you kill him?" Amon was surprised that he could even locate his voice and asked that question out loud. By some means, he knew what the answer was.
Yet, he was too afraid to find out.
Amon, afraid? That was a first.
Or maybe he had just refused to believe the whole truth right from the beginning and was unwilling to admit it until now.
Until it was too late.
Too late for his emotions to run back up where had kept them locked up for so long.
He waited for her affirmation, all the while hoping all against hope that it was all just a stupid mistake and that the tape was a fake and... Amon took a quick glance at Robin and saw with dismay that she was evading his glimpse.
At that moment, he found himself enthralled into her temperate, emerald swirl that he was so willing to get lost in again.
"Before I answer you, can I ask you a question first?" in her clear eyes, there was only honesty. She had been dying to know this since that night... Yes. The night when the wind was so brutal and yet, the spring of warmth she needed was right there all along.
"What is it?" his voice was not in its usual harshness; it was more quiet, more gentle, in fact.
Robin gave out a nervous laugh and explained, "this may sound stupid but... I really need to know for myself." Her tranquil orbs glanced up shyly, almost afraid of doing so. Amon nodded for her to go on.
"Amon," she began, her eyes looked searchingly into Amon's, and the more time it took, the more difficult it was for Robin to let out the question, "remember the night with the encounter of Takana?"
He nodded carefully, noting in mind that he had a distinct idea of what she was going to ask.
"That night..." her voice was almost inaudible now; she swallowed hard, all of a sudden feeling suffocated by unseen forces, "why did you kiss me?"
There. She asked it.
He heard it.
Silence.
Amon continued to decline looking into her captivating irises; he was afraid he might give in to the innocence and pureness, 'which are all just a part of her act,' Amon reminded himself. And his voice became ice cold again.
"I've told you on the same night," he replied, his voice monotonous, "forget about it."
"Do you think..." she whispered, trying her hardest to mask the pain in her voice that was all too obvious, "I haven't try?" Amon looked up, a flash of surprise flickered across his depths, but returned to stone cold quickly after.
"What are you saying?" in the same tone, Amon questioned the tense girl, 'she's not...' He didn't dare finish the complete thought.
"What do you think I'm trying to say, Amon?" serene with an eerie essence, Robin asked.
"Damn it!" he broke out, "stop answering my question with more questions!" He couldn't stand this any longer; either he pulled the trigger now and get it over with, or risked his teammates' lives, for he could never kill her after this anger dissipated. Speaking of which, it was already descending fast as he saw the throbbing pain in Robin's voice echoing back into his brain.
Complete hush as they continued dodging each other's eyes.
"I tried so hard," the soft hint from the broken witch ruptured the uncanny quietness while Amon snapped his head back up sharply; he almost swore out loud when a cracking noise issued from his neck from the abrupt movement.
"I tried so hard to forget about you," Robin said in a small voice, her fragile frame shivering, "I tried to forget about your eyes, you face, your touch. Everything about you, I tried to ignore!" With each word, Robin's voice only grew stronger, and more persistent than ever that even her emerald irises gleamed out its unusual shine.
"I even go as far as to make myself hate you," she smiled bitterly; making Amon's blood ran cold. "but how can I?" Her eyes once again burned into Amon's icy luster.
"I can never bring myself to hate you," she admitted, still holding onto that astringent smile of hers, "not even for a second. Do you want to know why?" She bowed her head; Robin could not believe herself. Had she really blurt out all those things?
'But they are true,' Robin argued in her mind. However, she repudiated to look back up after that confession.
Amon simply stared at the young girl sitting beside him, 'is she going to say what I think she's going to say?' Well, he would never find out unless he opened his mouth.
"Tell me," such a straightforward request, yet, it took all of Amon's strength to utter the two words that would decide his route.
"I..." Robin parted her lips...
Meeko: Wahahahaha! A good cliff hanger, eh? Evil, say I'm evil! Erm... sorry, just a tint bit hyper from all the chocolates I've been eating. Oh, please do not forget to throw me a review or two after you read this! Thanks!