Last Man Standing
Chapter 4: His Suspicions
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: A dark shadow looms over Nagira's office, straying from the man towards the young woman upstairs. It ponders, unsure of what is right and what is wrong anymore. Duty and honor are getting in the way of new, strange feelings.

Disclaimer: No own Witch Hunter Robin, but I'd like to. And trust me, you wouldn't want me too. XD

AAOTD: Very short chapter.
Takara: Yeah, I have to um . . . Be right back. (leaves)
Amon: There's something wrong with him- what the hell are you doing?
AAOTD: (drooling) Chrono from Chrno Crusade is hot!
Dark Shadow: I'm back and I will take her away! (disappears)
Amon: The CENSOR was that?
AAOTD: What was what?
Amon: CENSOR!
Takara: Why is Amon yelling censor?
AAOTD: (shrugs), (continues to drool)

Amon watched closely as Nagira asked Robin an array of questions, from the time of her arrival in Japan and why they may be hunting her to her relationship with everyone in her life. He smirked a bit when he heard Nagira ask Robin questions about himself. Big Brother was a sly ol' dog, but Robin was better than that. Amon assured himself that Robin would not be won over by Nagira coupled with even his most flirtiest charms. Amon frowned. That womanizing bastard.

His stomach knotted when he saw Nagira pick her up. Roman hands, Russian fingers. A small growl escaped from his throat before he could remind himself of what Robin's true nature was. She was a deceptive witch, just like that woman who gave him life only to try and end it. The creature before him was just like the other one, a liar. A wolf in sheep's clothing, gaining his trust and acting as if he were important only so that final blow's pain would be intensified by the hatred and broken trust that lay between them.

Kate, Robin, his mother. They were all one in the same. None deserved names. They were animals, and thus will be treated as such, Amon had to remind himself. But still, he couldn't help but feel as though this was wrong. It was off somehow, but he respected Juliano enough to carry out his wishes, even if it meant his death.

Especially if it meant his death.

He didn't have too much to live for. His life was nothing. He was just a pawn, and in a strange way, he liked it. He was someone torn between two worlds. He had seen what he could do, what he was capable of doing. He had done it, liked it. It was a wonderful sin to be able to use his lethal powers on someone, but each time he used them, it drove him to near insanity. Like those other two. She would be the third, the third thing that tried to weasel her way into his soul just to hurt him in the end.

Amon wouldn't stand it. No one would hurt him, no one could hurt him. He wouldn't let them get close enough to do so. He prayed that Nagira would obey his unsaid orders and be wary of the enemy in his home. He really didn't understand why at first he sent her here. Robin-

He mentally hit himself. She was a witch, she didn't have a name, a face, emotions or a past. Deciding it was now time, Amon closed his eyes as his body sank away into the darkness.

A shadow of himself appeared in front of Nagira's fatigue, sleeping figure. It seemed as if Nagira was reaching for the blanket on the coffee table. He couldn't help but smile at the boyhood memory. In those few months they lived together, Nagira had always been the one who was too lazy to get the blankets or get up to change the channel.

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

He turned to the task at hand. Part one of his observations. Zaizen claimed that Robin was a witch. Father Juliano himself asked him to hunt her. But that letter. It was strange. A confession of sorts that led Amon to disagree with both men and question the orders he was given.

The trained lapdog in him barked to shut down his mind, to let his body take control. His instincts were always right, but this witch had somehow melted his icy defends with the power of her fiery stare, so even now his own instincts called for him to take her and make her his. That was why he avoided her. Her eyes, too old for such a young body. They were like an owl's, seeing all and piecing all even through the heaviest, thickest armor.

Amon looked down at her. He ducked and blended easily into the shadows when she suddenly got up, the top half of her dress was undone. He tried to ignore her, the soft, smooth skin showing and begging for attention. He realized quickly that she was dreaming. Sleep walking.

He moved out of the shadows, the clouds covering the moon's light. He peered down at her, watching her closely. She hugged her body closer to herself, so childlike. Insecure. Vulnerable . . . Ready for a snake like him to take her.

"Amon . . . " she whispered his name, sent his heart pounding as heat ran though his veins. His finger curled and uncurled, his palms itched to have her.

He snapped out of his lust induced haze. Like The Forbidden Fruit, she was also out of his reach. His duties came first, he told himself. He quickly retreated back into the shadows, ignoring the questions floating in his head, leaving the task he had wanted to do today, undone.

If his duties came first, then why wasn't she lying in a pool of her own blood? He doubted his orders, didn't trust Zaizen's words that she was truly a witch like Kate. He owed it to her to at least observe her. He'd decide for himself if she was a witch. If she was, he'd kill her and save her soul. If she wasn't . . .

Well, he'd get to that once he crossed the bridge, but more than likely Zaizen was right, he usually was. Amon had to get rid of his doubt, of the guilty feeling before he ended her life. He knew if he didn't, he'd be haunted by her image forever.

Of those eyes he'd see in his sleep. Those piecing, glowing green eyes. Orbo green eyes.

The sun was slowly rising. He stayed too long. Amon moved into what was left of the ever depleting shadows, and with one last glance, his body slowly disappeared. But not before he heard her.

"Amon . . . I'll wait for you forever . . . " His heart clenched tightly. He told himself to keep an open mind. Witch, friend and partner, they were all found in this slip of a girl. He wondered if he could truly hunt her, kill her. Kate's blood was on his hands, she haunted him in his restless sleep. He doubted if she was a witch too, but dutifully followed orders.

He smiled sadistically, cursing himself and her. It was his own fault.

Walking into the early morning night and disappearing with the early morning rush of people, he wondered and let his thoughts drift. He had to think of a test of some sort, watching wouldn't do much good.

Amon could easily pull a trigger, especially if it wasn't aimed at her. He could kill her. He would if he found her so called 'true nature'. He wasn't so sure if he could pull the trigger though. But the matter was, he wouldn't and won't. No matter what she was.

AAOTD: OoO, Amon's confused and jealous. No romance yet, just thoughts of it.
Amon: Must . . . Kill . . . CENSORing . . . Authoress.
Takara: So I'm not the shadow?
AAOTD: Nope. Til next time!
Amon: CENSOR! CENSOR CENSOR CENSOR!
Takara: O.o Why is he yelling censor?
AAOTD: A new censor thingy. I'm thinking I may up the rating. I wanna learn how to write lemons, but they make me feel uncomfortable.
Amon: What the CENSOR is . . . Why can't I say CENSOR!
Takara: Hmm, fuck. I can.

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In True Meanings: Thanks, and sorry for the late update. Problems came up but i'm all better now! But, a new fic, Dolly of Death, is now in production. (smiles)

DarkNaty: Sorry for the late update, as I said there were some problems that I needed to sort out. (smiles) And Nagira doesn't know how right he is, I'm still trying to decide whether or not I should give him a power. And for some reason, now when I think of Nagira I sometimes think of Kris too, lol. Strange? To me, Amon and Nagira seem like the type of brothers who can't get anything done without fighting first. And in the phone call, almost nothing was done. Oh yeah, I can go to the forums now! When I was going through some stuff Tommy left, I found that Tommy convinced his parents to buy a laptop for me right before he left. It makes me feel even sadder sometimes though.

anarchy101: I'm sorry for the late update but here's Chapter . . . I forgot! The next one will be posted Friday too, hopefully.

tankbbg: I've become a much better writer, IMHO neways. Plus, sometimes I don't send since I'm either too excited or I don't want to post it right away. Like with Dolly of Death.

Willow: Here's a new chapter!

Ayjah: You found it by mistake? What were you looking for? Thanks for reviewing! Here's chapter 4, I think.

WHRFan: Hiya! Robin's gonna be torn in two pretty soon, her love for Amon or her growing affections for Nagira. I just love the Nagira Robin pairing, I wish there were more of them that are good.

me: I wasn't really trying to keep them in character. I thought that they were all ooc, but thank you anyways! There're be more humorous moments to come soon. It was suppose to be romance humor but I don't think it'll fit. (smiles) I hope you'll like the new chapter just as much!

Thanks to all reviewers, readers and my beta and my muses and Tommy. (sad)

Sneak peek:

Chapter 5: Her Mind

"But Robby, Little Siren, Rob, Robin please!" Nagira stopped tugging and looked her straight in the eyes, using the puppy dog trick he hadn't used in years. "Pwease? Pwetty pwetty pwease?" He added a whimper, coaxing a small "aww" out of a few bystanders and onlookers. It was quite a scene, and quite a sight.

Robin sighed in defeat and nodded. She was surprise when Nagira suddenly picked her up and spun her around. She laughed, completely, fully for once, it filled Nagira with a strange and unknown ecstasy. He set her down on her feet, and in a spur of a moment thing, pecked her on the lips before tugging her to the Ferris Wheel like an over eager child.