LastMan Standing
Chapter 2: His Musings
Story Summary: Post 15 AU. Two brothers, one girl. Neither really deserved her but both tried their hands to get the little angel anyways. ARN triangle. Told ya I'd do one eventually.
Chapter Summary: Nagira now has the duty of taking care of Robin for Little Amon while figuring out what's so special about her. He'll find out, especially if she's sick.
Disclaimer: Slightly longer chapter, slightly longer disclaimer. What the hell do you think? Wait, I used that already. Um, can I please have WHR? Pwetty pwease with chocolate whipped cream and three cherries on top with anything else you want? Look, I'll give you a penny! It's lucky! No? Waaah, I don't own WHR then.
AAOTD: Since the first chapter was so short, I decided to post early.
Amon: Where's that pretty boy wannabe me?
AAOTD: Wow, you sure are smart using slang like that Amon-sama.
Amon? Amon-sama?
Takara: I'm off to work doing another freelance job from a woman who needs help. She's having trouble fighting off an incubus. (dons on a black, silhouette cloak thingy) Just codename me Shadow.
AAOTD: Ahhhh! So hot and brave and heroic and-
Amon: Shut up. (puts on earplugs)
AAOTD: . . . And cute and original and courageous and amazing-
Nagira growled loudly. The reason? Amon wasn't answering his phone. Upstairs in his poor excuse for a room was the girl, he hadn't yet caught her name seeing as she nearly fainted in his doorstep, who was seemingly sick and wasn't in any shape for questions. He wanted to at least get her name.
He sighed, running his left hand through his messy hair. Oy, he was a mess and a pretty girl was in his home. Damn Amon, he knew that was going to happen, didn't he? That little shit did it on purpose. Oh how he'd love to strangle his Dear Little Amon. (A/N: lol, right DN?)
Growling again in frustration, he closed his phone when the stupid message thingy told him to leave one. Like hell, he wanted to yell at Little Brother in person, or if he was listening. Nagira decided to visit the girl, get her name and her story hopefully. Everyone had a story to tell, and if she was somehow connected to Amon that made her life much, much, much more interesting.
Imagine not seeing or hearing from your little, idiotic brother who was out on a quest to 'save' the world from the horrors of witches, then suddenly his little girlfriend dash wife shows up. Hmm, that left one to wonder, with a little boy like Amon and a very pretty girl like this siren, drenched and with a sad expression on her innocent features must mean . . .
She was pregnant and that little idiot who he was now ashamed to call his brother- half brother- had left her.
Yep, it was the only explanation. Well, maybe there was the slight chance that she was actually a craft-user or witch, whatever, who had somehow crossed the STN-J and was now being hunted but was then saved by the ever heroic Amon and sent here for protection only to later discover her true powers then take down parts of the organization and disappear into the rubble to be presumed dead by her other co-workers when in reality she found out that she was a new type of witch and then made it her duty to carry on the genes to save the world in her own huge way. Oh, then Little Amon and Little Siren get it on and he gets her pregnant and leaves her.
Yeah right, and he was actually a really important figure in making history. No, no wait! He was really a purple, flying pig that had come down from another planet to overthrow the government and eat little children.
Well, maybe they just had a normal relationship. Yep, Amon was cheating on that Touka girl with this much younger and much cuter girl. No, he was comforting her from breaking up with some guy. Yeah, then in return she gave Amon some much needed lovin' but soon he had the nerve to break her poor little heart. It had to be one of those, namely the former. He nodded to himself. But to add a soap opera twist, Touka and Siren were roommate and probably best friends or something. He nodded in agreement.
Yep, definitely the former with the roommate and cheating one. That seemed Amon's type.
Sighing again for the umpteenth time tonight since the blonde came in, Nagira started to make his way to his-turned-hers room. Without thinking or remembering any manners, he just opened the door to see his new . . . something, for lack of a better word, hunched over the toilet and emptying her stomach of all of its contents.
Yep, definitely pregnant.
He moved towards the poor, drenched pretty blonde and rubbed her back comfortingly. "I'm sorry Little Amon is such an asshole, I have no idea where he gets it from." The beet red girl turned to him and muttered a thanks. She stood up short, but was still shaking and unsteady on her feet. She moved her hand towards her forehead and closed her eyes, seemingly trying to compose herself. Suddenly she just lost her balance and fell but he caught her and pulled her close.
"Are you okay Miss . . . ?" his voice was filled with concern for her. Damn Amon, she looked too young for this.
"I-I'm fine really." She fought to open her eyes and reassure him. Her eyes slowly opened but were still half lidded. Nagira was shocked to see how unnaturally green her eyes were. Deep, intense emerald eyes stared at him, a blush painted on her young features.
"I'm sorry to be of so much trouble." She whispered gently. He didn't know if she was talking normally or if she was really whispering. Fragile. Like glass.
She looked down, away from his face. It was then that Nagira noticed how he was holding her, embraced in a lover's hold. She was very close to him, her head almost lying on his chest. He blinked and cleared his head quickly, picking her up bridal style while trying not to notice just how light she was. She was delicate, and Amon had done this to her.
Damn that stupid little bastard. His heart went out for her. He felt bad, but he didn't pity her. She didn't need pity and she looked the type to get angry if one was to pity her. Nagira knew that hell hath no fury, he actually learned that the very hard way.
He walked over to his-turned-hers bed and gently laid her down. The room was dark, crappy. The gray wallpaper was disconnecting from the walls and water leaked out of one of the corners of the room, leaving an ugly and homely water stain. There weren't any walls or doors, the bathroom was consisted of just a toilet against the wall and a tub.
Hey, real men can take baths too . . . Baths were not only a female thing.
Ever so gently, he removed her small hands gripping his green suit and placed her on the bed. She had fallen asleep on the short walk and climb here. He smiled at her. So cute. But young, his other side of his brain pointed out. Very young, illegally young, but then again Amon and the others were outside the law.
He couldn't help but feel reassured in her presence. It was refreshing to see someone who was stuck between a fantasy and the real world. From what he could get from their little conversation, she was strong, a fighter. She had to be if she was Amon's girl. He got that she was independent yet dependent on some points, and knew her limits but forced herself to be better anyways.
And cute, she was really really cute. That was really important too, cuteness counted a lot! Ahem. She acted like a full grown woman when she came here, but when she was sick, she was like an innocent child.
And her eyes.
Beautiful, intense. Nagira swore he saw a fire dancing within her eyes. Her eyes were unnaturally green, too green. It had to be contacts or something. Her eyes burned through him, stared past him and straight into his very soul. She was strong, plain and simple. Strong but with the mind of a girl woman. She was special, is special. One of a kind. She took whatever life, or Amon in this case, gave her and made the best of it. He knew he'd enjoy her while he could.
Nagira studied her sleeping form quietly. Her hair was in pigtails. It had to be very uncomfortable to sleep like that, so he freed her sun kissed colored hair from their magenta, leather bindings. Unsure of what to do with the straps of leather, he just shoved it in his pocket. She turned, coughed, and settled deeper into his bed. Her bed. She blew at her hair to keep it out of her face. Nagira decided to help, and brushed away her hair from her face. It was soft and silky, but thin. He could tell it was her natural hair color.
The back of his hand brushed against her face for one second, before returning to her forehead. She was hot, burning even. A fever. She had been hiding it from him, and he just thought that she was just pregnant. She was too innocent for that, he doubted that Amon would do just a thing to such a little siren. Even that bastard had to have a heart. This nameless girl was a siren, but not a vixen.
Not yet anyways.
Nagira got up. It was raining ropes outside but she was sick and he had no medicine for her. He had no choice but to brave this storm and help out the girl, all of his protective instincts were telling him that if there was one being that needed protection, it would be her. She was all that mattered. A priceless, rare and highly sought after jewel. That was what she was.
He hurried downstairs and grabbed his coat. Dry clean only but she was more important to him right now than a very expensive coat. He'd be damned then sent to heaven before the little siren would die in his care.
And that was how the dark, bloody shadow saw his kin leave. He watched from across the other building, watched and felt what they were doing. Robin had caught a cold turned fever.
The shadow disappeared in the darkness only to emerge in Robin's new room. The lights flickered before dying out as he moved silently, stalking towards her now sweating body. He kneeled down before her, took off his glove using his teeth and touched her gently. She shivered. In the darkness, he didn't see he had left a trail of his blood on her pure body. In a show of affection, he moved above her body and did what he should have done earlier that day.
He kissed her softly, innocently. He pulled away and breathed softly, inhaling her sweet scent. A ghost of a smile appeared on his darkened face.
The door slapped downstairs and the loud footsteps of his kin was coming up the stone stairs. The shadow disappeared in the same manner that he appeared. The lights went back on, shining the small angelic siren with radiance once more, chasing away the shadows as Nagira neared.
"Okay Missy, I think you're not a child anymore but you look like one so I'm gonna give you a child's dosage-" Nagira stopped talking to the unconscious girl and blinked. There was blood on her lips, her bed sheets and a smear of crimson initiating from her forehead to her lips.
"Eh?" By her hand, he noticed, was a torn, black leather glove. Nagira knew for a fact he had no black clothing, Little Amon wore enough for the both of them. He picked it up and examined it.
"Now that's interesting . . . " he murmured to himself before deciding it was of no importance. Amon probably gave it to Little Siren as a gift, a strange gift but a gift nonetheless. Oh well, better not to think too much of it.
The real question was why he called everyone 'Little'. Like Little Amon or Little Brother for Amon. Little Banshee for Mika, Little Siren for the blonde chick, and Little Bastard for Amon again. Strange indeed, he nodded to himself. Strange indeed. Oh yeah,Little Strange Quiet Creepy Guy for Hirata. Yep. Strange indeed. Hmm, he wondered when he would stop thinking already.
AAOTD: OoO, who was that shadow.
Shadow: I dunno. You didn't even ask a question. No question mark.
Amon: (points) Who's he?
Shadow: (throws off the silhouette cloaking thingy to reveal . . . ) TAKARA!
Amon: . . .
AAOTD: Takara my love, run!
Amon: (whips out his gun and starts firing) Robin is mine, no one else's, not even my brother or any other male in the world. If we have a son, that kid's gonna learn I'm more important to her than he is!
Takara: (disappears into Stella Cross Church where Robin is praying.) (he prays with)
Nagira: Ha, he got you.
Amon: (glare)
AAOTD: Oitta. BAN SHINOBI ICE MAIDEN/kagome teh archer FOREVER! Ahem, if you don't know her feel lucky.
In True Meanings: Thanks!
Dark Naty: lol, I'm sorry it's so short. I'll explain why in chaper 5: Her Mind. I'm ahead of writing for once! And I'm gonna use the Little Amon thing more than Little Brother, hopefully. I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks that Robin should look like a wet cat when she first meets Nagira. Almon my coauthor says Robin should meet him during the morning. Whatever, right? Sorry if Nagira seems weird, I always saw him as kind of perverted. :P
Cat: You're always reviewing, you make me feel better! (smiles) An early update for you and DN. And I did find Love You Forever, I'm posting it at fictioniseddotnet, under AAOTD.
One last note to whoever has the patience to read this, responses for one-shots can be found at xangadotcom under AAOTD and teasers and other stuff too plus daily musings and spoilers.