Last Man Standing
Chapter 3: Her Life
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: Once introductions and embarrassing moments are done and over with, Nagira has to decide what to do with her. But she's very curious of Amon, and doesn't let on too much. Damn, and he was really hoping to get more info on their relationship before he moved in.

Disclaimer: Seeing as this chapter is longer, I can also post a longer, pointless disclaimer claiming I do not own WHR but maybe in another AU I do, but I highly still doubt it, and I would be somewhat rich and the live action of WHR would be more romantic than the anime version but I know I will never find the perfect Amon. There, I said it. Among other pointless things. But life is pointless, we're born, we grow up, we procreate (unless we're attracted to the same gender, in which case one will procreate or adaptation is good), then we die.

Amon: Good thing I won't die.
AAOTD: You'll die when I refuse to mention you anymore.
Takara: I won't ever die since I'm in the hearts of many young women for my extraordinary good looks and insane, inhuman powers which leads me to think that I may not be a natural thing of nature.
AAOTD: Oh Takara-sama, you sound so smart!
Amon: (mutters) Only as smart as the script makes him sound.

Nagira had to admit, Siren really was a fighter. A strong one at that, she was tough and really, really, really cute beyond belief to boot. It had only been four days but now she was all better, as if she was never even sick, though that fever was life threatening enough to call up a doctor. He was amazed to say the very least, Amon had a strong immune system but when he got sick, he'd take a day to recover but would still have side effects. It now led to Nagira's next hurdle, what was he to do with Siren? He could give her a job but Mika may not approve, and she was getting on his nerves while the ever present but silent Hirata was of no help either. All that guy ever did was snicker at him, but he was a good worker. Creepy but . . . yea, never mind.

He inhaled then blew out smoke. Nagira decided it was time for a break. He put out his cigarette in the ashtray and tried to go upstairs.

"Hold it! And where do you think you're going mister?" Mika scolded him from her desk. She tore her eyes away from the computer screen and glared at the innocent looking Nagira.

"Upstairs to my room mommy?" Nagira asked, totally serious but innocently.

Not even waiting for her reply, he ran up the stairs and slammed the door, locking it and doing an immature victory dance, while listening to her holler about sleeping with his mistress on the job. It took him a few moments to stop shaking his booty and doing other geeky things, before he went into thinking mode. What was he doing here again? What was that 'eeping' sound he heard when he came upstairs into his . . . room. Correction. His-turned-hers room.

Turning around ever so slowly, he remembered that Siren was here. The bed was empty but neatly made, the room was empty except for that little blonde head and emerald eyes cowering in the bathtub. He blinked. She blinked. He blinked again. She stared wide eyed at him. He blinked. She looked like she was a cute deer caught in headlights.

Awkwardness set in very quickly. He was curious to see if she had the body of a goddess to add with the voice and eyes of a siren but she was young. He turned, fighting a blush. Real men did not blush! They made women blush. But Siren wasn't a woman, she was a girl. A nameless girl.

"How ya feeling? Better? Of course you are if you're taking a bath. We haven't been properly introduced. I'm Nagira Shunji. Call me whichever. And you, Little Siren are?" he let his voice trail off, hoping that he was helping to ease the awkwardness but he felt that he was just adding to it. One thing was for sure, he was really, really embarrassed. He hated the fact that the bathtub was facing the door, which meant that Siren saw him dancing.

"I'm Sena Robin. I'm used to Robin but you may call me Sena if you wish," she whispered. He couldn't see her but he could feel her blush. He was beginning to think that her whispers were her regular voice tone. Once again, soft and fragile came to mind. He remembered how soft her skin was. He smiled but soon mentally slapped himself. Too bad something was awake by then.

"Robin then. I'll leave for now but I'll be back soon ok? We'll talk more about you and Amon. We gotta think of a way to hide you better."

"Okay."

The strange man named Nagira nodded and left her to her embarrassment. Robin quickly got out of the cold water and dried and clothed herself. She looked around for her ribbons. She had been missing them for a day or two now. Father Juliano had given them to her when she was younger, letting it slip that they once belonged to her mother. She cared for him dearly, he was like the only parental figure she had back at the convent. A plus would be that the elder father also knew her mother yet did not talk about her, only letting things slip at times.

Robin hesitated to go downstairs. She couldn't remember a thing since she got here. "Amon . . . " That man had said Amon's name, that they would talk about him. That harden her resolve, she was going to find Amon and apologize. But first, she had to finish cleaning herself.

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As Nagira entered his office, he felt a chill. His cell phone began ringing, the one used to help witches. It was untraceable and even had its own secure line. He picked it up and looked at the caller ID. Amon.

He flipped the top, and in his most obnoxious tone ever, friendlily greeted, "Hey ya little fuck face. She's a cutie, but a bit young for this life isn't she? How old is she? Twelve? Thirtee-"

"Nagira. You have her." Amon's tone wasn't questioning, it was stating. Freaky, was the only thing Nagira could think of. "Don't get attached. She's stronger than she looks and is to be guarded. Let no one know of her-"

"We haven't talked in over a year and when we do, we're fighting over a cute little siren. Tell me, where can I find an older, exotic-"

"Don't get attached or attracted to her. She may be pleasing to the eyes-"

"Hey hey, what's this? Little Amon admitting he's attracted to the opposite sex? And all this time I thought that you were as straight as a circle-"

"Nagira-"

"Quit interrupting me or I'll beat the shit out-"

"Shut up, you don't even know where-"

"You shut up you little-"

"I know where you are-"

"I got your little girlfri-"

"Stay away from-"

"Make me! Ha I-"

"Shut up and-"

"finished a sentence-"

"Listen up goddamm-"

"and you didn't! Yeah, I rule!"

"Nagira-"

"Amon-"

"SHUT UP!"

Both growled but stopped when the sound of a door opened.

"Take care of her, keep her safe, even from me. But don't tell her either . . . Big Brother." Amon hung up.

Nagira raised a brow. Well that was fun. It was always more interesting whenever Amon called, it seemed as if the two of them together and alone brought out the strangest and wildest behavior from the two brothers. Half-brothers. But alas, neither got anything done from the calls. It was better to meet in person, have the interrupt-each-other game, have a fist fight then talk. That was always more productive. More bloody and violent and painful, but more productive.

Sighing and propping his feet onto his desk, he picked off a random file on his ever-growing-white-mountain-of-evil-papers-and-other-not-so-important-but-highly-stupid-pile. After one minute of staring blankly at the file, he dozed off . . . only to be awakened from his sleep when he heard Mika screeching. Loudly. Banshee was the perfect word for her. She woke him up from his sleep and fantasies of blonde sirens. Um, well, really Nagira was just reading the files with his eyes closed and drool slipping from his mouth, that's all. He was so not sleeping.

Suuuuuure.

But that brought up another thought. He could name things. Yep. Mika screeching banshee. Robin forbidden siren. Amon jail bait. Hirata snickering something. Yep, it perfectly described all the people in his life thus far.

Biting back a yawn, he walked into his office to see Mika grilling poor, little Robin.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? Are you one of Nagira's mistresses?" At this, Robin blushed. "Are there any more up there! How did he find you? You're too young for him, you'll get him into trouble! Are you another runaway? We don't help out runaways anymore or help people hide from abusive husbands or parents, that's for the police to do." Nagira raised a brow. So that was what was happening to his 'special' clients.

"Mika, Mika, Mika." He said her name three times, shaking his head in a playful but scolding manner. "Leave the poor girl alone. Hey Robin, come into my office will ya?"

His assistant snorted indignantly. "One of our paying clients will be here in five minutes. I better not hear any sounds and that girl better be gone by then."

Nagira just ignored her and Hirata's sly looks, taking the beet red siren by her hand and leading her into his office. "Tell them I'm out but just leave the file outside. I don't want to be disturbed." He shouted from behind closed doors. It was fun to tease his employees, but he would later have to get to work. Oh well, not his problem. Wait, it would be later.

"Are there any more of your female sex buddies up there? I'm going to kick them all out! This is a working place, not a whorehouse!" Screeching Banshee replied as stomping sounds were heard.

Nagira shook his head, as if to rid himself of this current thoughts. He gestured to the couch nearby while he rummaged through his drawers for a smoke. Finding none, he heaved a loud sigh and walked over to the shy, little siren who may one day become a very sexy vixen. Just as Nagira was about to open his mouth, she interrupted any thoughts.

"Have you heard from Amon?" She asked immediately.

He looked into her eyes. Those jewel colored, piecing eyes. He shivered. He had to lie to her, but could he? Amon asked him not to tell her.

"Nope. Sorry Rob." He didn't look at her.

Robin tilted her head at her new nickname. "'Rob'?"

"O . . . kay . . . Well, Amon gave me guardianship over you. You're now under my protection Robin, I'll keep you safe." He winked at her, getting a blush as his reward. He wondered what she would do if he sat with her.

"But wait. You said you haven't heard from Amon, how could he just hand me over to you without you talking to him?" She asked him, curious. She caught him without even knowing. But most of all, her 'accusation' hurt him in a way, though she did have the right.

But being a dirty, lying lawyer did pay off. "Well um." Think! Think goddammit! Stupid useless brain, what was it good for if you couldn't lie to a little girl?

"Amon sent you here right? That must mean that he couldn't protect you anymore, so here I am. I'll protect you better than he ever can!" But at Robin's saddened look, he knew he crossed the line. "Hey, come on Siren, don't be sad. He's fine, trust me. I've known him for awhile, he can't die. But now onto more pressing matters. How to keep you safe."

"They're . . . " she trailed off, unsure if she could trust him. She learned the hard way that not everyone knew what a real witch was, not everyone had powers. She cringed, remembering that moment when she asked Amon about his power.

"The best way to hide is to stay here. They wouldn't think of looking here. Solomon probably thinks that you're off to wherever. Can you speak any other languages?"

She nodded and began answering his trivial questions, from her power to where she was from. She wasn't too surprised to hear that Nagira knew about witches since Amon had sent her to him. Amon cared, and she couldn't help but smile. She was upset at Nagira's plan to put a decoy there so she could stay under his roof and under his protection, but he convinced her that many people owed him favors and even their lives, so it would be easy to set up a bad witch for those government people to catch.

Nagira's thoughts drifted to his little brother. Can't you see they're only using you? They'll get rid of you once they're done. He mentally sighed, knowing that what Amon did was out of vengeance. His fight was personal, after what happened to his mother. But still, he had to wonder why his brother chose to be a lapdog rather than his own person. Couldn't Amon see that not all witches were bad? From what he saw of Amon's mother, she was a very nice woman who did her best with Amon.

And then there was Robin. There was something about her. The only words to describe her were innocent and naïve. She had to be sheltered, there weren't many like her. It was definitely a refreshing experience to be with some so pure.

They spent most of the day together, with Mika coming in every three minutes and even staying a few hours after than usual. The client had to cancel the appointment last minute, but they'd be back in a week. They were busy looking for their missing daughter. But to more important matters. Nagira had learned a lot about her, but her answers were usually brief and plain. Most of the time, Nagira had to ask her to be more specific, and even then she tried to avoid a few questions.

Like her relationship with Amon. She never cared to detail it, only saying they weren't very close but there was a lot of trust between them. Nagira almost scoffed. Robin was one hell of a puzzle, and pieces were still missing. The whole box and even the size of it was all gone, not to mention he didn't have a picture to work out. Nagira knew that Amon didn't trust her as much as she trusted him. It was a game, it was all a game and in the end, one would die. He'd seen it a few times already.

He sighed, dropping a file onto his ever-growing-white-mountain-of-evil-papers-and-other-not-so-important-but-highly-stupid-pile. He stole a glance at the strange girl, sleeping silently on his couch. That left the question as to where he was going to sleep. His couch was uncomfortable, he learned that first hand. She was too delicate for his couch or bed. Both were crappy. Well, lesser than the two evils.

For once he was glad for that guy's indecision. Both him and Amon inherited it from that lazy, no good bastard that fathered them but was never there to be a father to them. For a few days before Robin's arrival, Nagira was thinking of setting up a loft for more privacy, then again it would have been really hard for him to carry up a girl.

He yawned and stretched, feeling oddly drowsy. Nagira walked over to his window and swore for one second, red eyes were glaring at him from the dark corners of the alley in front of his office. He blinked and it was gone. Man, he really must have been tired. He checked his watch for the time. 3: 35. That explained it. Nearly twelve hours of almost grilling the kid, it was almost as hard as trying to get his little buddy to listen.

He shook his head. He had to get Robin to bed and fast, before he died of sheer exhaustion. He tried hard not to think just how dirty that sounded. Instead, he picked her up and made his way to her room. His first obstacle; open the door. He had a hard time juggling Robin, even if she was light her clothes were in the way. He made a note to himself to get her a new wardrobe. Something more . . . He really didn't know how he wanted her to dress. Baggy bad, revealing bad, normal bad. It was a lose-lose situation. He hung his head in defeat.

Second obstacle; the stairs of doom. Well, it was easy enough. Like he said before, she was light. Very light. Underweight Eve. Her roommate wasn't very good to her if she didn't feed her. What was her name again? Touko? Toudo? Something.

Hell, even Amon and her co-workers weren't good to her. They were suppose to be taking care of their youngest, which he presumed was her. Nagira knew that Amon probably worked her to death, or to sickness. Amon was different, he couldn't sympathize or feel empathy for anyone. So Amon. If either half-brothers were like their father, it had to have been Amon.

Like the first night when he met her, he once again tucked her into bed. She was like a baby. A big, womanlike baby with impossibly large, unnatural emerald green eyes. A cute young woman who could blossom beneath him more than she could Am- Stupid. Amon's girl. Amon had to have felt something for this girl if he sent her here. There were times when the two brothers did talk about their sex lives. Some girl named Kate or Kat or something like that, Amon seemed to like her but then one day he stopped talking about her. He talked a bit more about her than he did with his other fling, Touko or Touka. Hmm, that name sounded familiar.

Oh well, too late. Or um, too early. Whatever. He was tired, Siren was sleeping soundly, occasionally muttering incoherent words.

Too tired to care. He got to his couch-turned-bed and fell face first.

Blanket . . . too far away.

Aaaaah forget it.

"What an idiot. I always have to take care of you, don't I . . . Big Brother?"

A darkened shadow draped the blanket Nagira couldn't get on him. It moved through the door and glided into Robin's room. Pausing when it noticed that Robin wasn't sleeping in her bed. The small slip of a girl who was accused of being a witch hugged her knees towards her body. Her head was out of his view. Her breathing was ragged, broken as her body trembled and shivered, not from the cold but from emotions that he didn't dare try to understand.

And for once, he felt something for her. Sorrow.

The silhouette moved towards her. He sat down next to her, enveloping her in his arms. Her head suddenly shot up.

"Amon . . . " And just as quick, Amon's image disappeared from her mind. Robin looked around her darkened room. "Amon?" She called out for him. After a few minutes, she sank back into her bed, closing her eyes and blocking out everything else from her mind.

Amon would come for her. He promised her. He had promised her.

But another part of her mind reminded her that he would only come back to her if he was alive.

"Amon . . . I'll wait for you," she whispered softly into the night.

AAOTD: Mostly a filler, no need to talk.
Amon: nods
Takara: So when do I get my fic?
AAOTD: When I read all your books. And think up a few more storylines. Your story will be really long, I hope my attention span . . .
Takara: You hope your attention span what?
AAOTD: Aww crap, school's starting!
Amon: . . . You all suck.
AAOTD: Censor! Newest fic, Destiny's Embrace. A monster makes a visit into a church, seeking a moment of peace from the ever growing darkness within. He's shocked to find that he is not alone, sharing company with a mere child. AU Eventual AR. Other side pairings and characters pending. WIP

WHRFan: Three reviews from you. (smiles) Thanks. ButI only have two chapters so far. (thinks) Nagira's the cool older brother who's . . . um, cool? And Amon's the dark, younger brother who's um . . . cool? lol. He's cute cause I think he thinks strange things in his spare time, and everyone knows he has a lot of time on his hands, lol.

In True Meanings: Nagira was just being strange and angry that Amon got a cute little girlfriend that Nagira can't have.