Last Man Standing
Chapter 5: Her Mind
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: Waking up too early hurts. Nagira decides that today he'd show her around the city so she wouldn't get lost, but is there more to what he's planning? A familiar face blends in the crowd, not really sure if it's her imagination.

Disclaimer: (sings) Simple and clean as the way as this disclaimer is making me feel tonight, but it's so hard to say I don't own it. When it plays on tv, you don't hear me say, please, let me own it. (stops) Awww crap, you're listening to me? Eeek!

AAOTD: Ahhhh! You're evil! Don't sneak up on me!
Takara: Isn't that Kingdom Heart's Simple and Clean?
Amon: Oh god you're a horrible singer.
AAOTD: (twitches) I'm leaning towards Nagira and Takara.
Amon: NO!
Takara: Um, no and yes. It'll be easier to win Robin from Amon than Nagira. He's cool.
AAOTD: (leans towards Nagira and Takara) Aww, so cute! Get ready for a long chapter and finally some plot. I think. No, wait, about ten more pointless chapters then a bombshell.
Amon: I'm reading over this and I have to say . . . What the CENSOR were you thinking!
AAOTD: I'm also planning on releasing another AmonRobinoc triangle.
Takara: I like it so far. Even though I'm not in it at all.
AAOTD: Yep, I feel like it. It's called The Phantom of Her Heart. (snickers) More shocks, twists and turns than the Six Flags' Superman and Batman coasters combined!
Takara: And you'll live as you've never lived before.
AAOTD: Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you. Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind.
Takara: In this darkness that you know, you cannot fight. The darkness of the music of the night!
AAOTD: (melts) So . . . Hot!
Amon: WTC are you two singing about?

Robin twisted and turned in her sleep, moving this way and that, trying to move to get closer to him. She knew in the end, he wouldn't do it.

He stood in the shadows, lived in them. He held a gun to her, swearing to fire it if she moved.

Her feet were glued to the floor, she couldn't do anything. Flashbacks of that fateful day when Amon and her went their separate ways ran through her mind nonstop, but she was so desperate for him to come with her in that well. She wanted him to, needed him to.

She could feel his touch as he bent down close to her, brushing her hair out of her eyes. They stared at each other for a few brief, but sweet moments. In those few seconds as he was slipping the paper into her hair, they felt a tranquility that would never last as he pushed her away. As he rejected her.

In another flash, Robin found herself with Amon in a darkened room. His body hovered over hers, his lips were parted as his breath tickled her skin. He lowered himself so their lips could brush, sending heat spreading everywhere in her. She was flushed and hot, moaning his name as they came together again and again. His lips were soft and sinfully sweet, gentle and tender as his hands roamed her body, leaving no place unwanted or untouched. She was burning up, dying in a fire only he could ignite, only he could put out.

She felt herself cool down, her racing heart was finally slowing down and regaining a steady rhythm as Amon melted into the darkness of her dreams, as if he was never there in the first place. Even as her body returned to its normal temperature, she felt oddly cold in her dream world. It was a strange feeling, being lonely. She was alone, but she was never lonely. She liked the quiet, the deafness of sweet silence. But at this moment . . . it frightened her. It occurred to her that she had no one.

"Siren?" A voice echoed into the deepest recesses of her mind. She turned, looking for that voice, and walked right into that strange man.

"All witches must be hunted," Amon declared behind her, gun pointed at her heart.

Robin shook her head in denial. I'm not a witch! she was trying to say but she was frozen to the spot.

When Amon saw that she wouldn't reply, he added almost silently, "I wasn't going to shoot you. I'm going to kill him," he whispered it to her, feeling the truth in his words and the unhidden hatred beneath it.

It hit her. Her eyes widened. She saw the bullet fly towards her in slow motion, her eyes widened. He did shot her. He did. Tears pricked her eyes but she didn't shed them. Liar. She opened her mouth to say his name when all she saw was white.

Something had its arms around her waist, holding her, protecting her . . .

Robin looked up to see Nagira's pained expression, and yet he was still trying to reassure her with a strained smile. Instead of Amon's name coming from her lips, it was "Na . . . Nagira," her voice was breaking as the world she knew was once again shattered before her very eyes.

"You're under my protection, I'd be damned before you die Rob . . . because . . . because . . . I . . . " his voice drifted off as his pained expression relaxed. His eyes, once full of mischief and playfulness became dull and lifeless.

She looked down and saw red seeping into his once pure white coat. Amon dropped his gun behind them in realization of what he had done, of the seriousness in his actions. Tears ran down her cheeks unchecked, her heart was racing, cracking, breaking. "Nagira. Nagira!"

She gripped Nagira's clothes tightly, as if she could somehow keep him with her as Amon moved closer to her. "Don't," she whispered harshly, watching Amon flinch from the corner of her emerald eyes. She turned her attention back on Nagira, but was still aware of Amon growing closer to her until he embraced her.

"He had to die. He was in my way," he whispered to her quietly, his breath that once tickled her skin made her want to throw up in disgust. "I warned him. I warned him Robin."

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Robin shot up out of bed like a bullet and banged her head against something hard. She gripped her head and bit back a groan as the other party whimpered out bad words. Her dream quickly fading out of her mind as she fully awoke thanks to the pain that greeted her this morning.

She rubbed her head excessively, easing the pain a bit and numbing it down. "Oww," she bit her lip, wincing. "Good morning . . . Urg, afternoon," she groaned when she saw the position of the sun.

"Ah, Jesus Christ that fucking hurts. You've got a hard head, just like Dear Little Amon." Nagira muttered as he dragged himself off of the side of Robin's bed. He groaned in pain. It really did hurt. Nagira continued to roll around, groaning and swearing, but he took time to assure her that none of those words were directed at her.

After all, her name wasn't Amon, and he wasn't using the affection nicknames he had bestowed upon her, so it was all good. I think.

Robin looked at Nagira strangely, not that he would notice. "'Dear Little Amon'?" A smile tugged at her pouty lips. Nagira stared at her. Only two words were floating in his otherwise dead brain and dirty mind, so cute.

He coughed to clear his mind and gain her attention as he started back downstairs. "For you to appear more normal, I gotta get you a job but I also don't want to risk your safety," he explained for his intrusion. "You're too young to drive so the best idea I could come up with that such short notice is, drum roll please, being my bike messenger girl!" Nagira grinned widely.

Robin on the other hand, was clearly unsure. "Are you sure?" She asked softly, her tone melodically. Nagira almost melted at her voice, so much like a siren in those myths.

Nagira coughed, "Of course I'm sure. The reason why I woke you up today was so's we can go around the city. I'll show you were most of my messages are sent." An awkward silence set it. Nagira rubbed the back of his head. Robin looked at him like he had two head. "So get dressed!" And with hat Nagira ran down the stairs. Man girls are hard to talk to! He thought to himself.

A few minutes later, Robin came down looking less like a Siren and more like a girl going to a funeral, minus the very messy hairdo. Nagira raised a brow at her, as if to ask her what was up with that hair. She blushed heavily.

"Um, I can't find my ribbons. Do you know where I put them?" She answered his silent question with another one of her own.

"Nope, no clue." It took him a few minutes before it dawned on him. "Oh yeah, I have them!" He smiled brightly at her. He fished out her magenta leather bindings from his coat pockets. "Here ya go!" He handed it to her.

"Thank you," she whispered softly, sitting down on his couch and producing pins out of no where. He watched her silently as she did her hair.

"How do you do that?" He just had to ask. He was amazed, he watched tons of girls and women do that and yet he had to comb his hair in front of a mirror to make sure it looked right. When Robin was finished tying her hair, she looked at him.

"Do what?"

Once again Nagira raised a brow at her finished hairstyle. He thought that she had cute, innocent and girly pigtails, not these strange handlebar hair thingy. He mentally slapped himself for thinking with his balls again. Maybe this was why women hated men . . .

Nah.

This was Amon's girl, he couldn't say anything suggestive to her. And even if she wasn't, she was too young! One more year, then he could make as many nasty comments and get slapped by her as much as he or she wanted. Boy did he feel like a perverted monk right now. He wondered slightly when a girl with an oversized boomerang would come and hit him. When it didn't happen after a few minutes, he sighed.

Nagira shook his head and coughed. "I mean that thing. How do you tie your hair without looking in a mirror? I mean, all I usually do is comb my hair and even then I need to look in a mirror. You- You put your hair up in an amazing, but strange, very strange, hairstyle without even thinking or messing up. You're really amazing. You got brains, talent and a cute face. Wow," he said all in one breath.

Robin heavily blushed, unsure if her blood flow would ever go back to normal. She looked down at her boots. "Practice makes perfect," she smiled mysteriously at him.

"But no one's perfect," he countered.

"No one's completely perfect. Perfect people are mostly boring anyways," Nagira tried hard not to notice how when she said 'perfect', she was mostly purring. There were times when he hated himself. He prayed for strength. Turning around, he began to think of anything that didn't involve pretty, cute, innocent, emerald eyed girls. He thought of just the opposite, namely how Little Brother was doing. Was he ok? Was he eating right? What did Nagira care? There, he composed himself. He could do it just as well as her.

Turning to face her, his eyes roamed over her. She was sitting patiently like a student in third grade. Quiet, composed, looking cute and innocent. All she was missing was the sailor schoolgirl uniform and those really short mini skirts or maybe a sailor fuku then he'd lose control and jump on her. Damn it! Stupid brain!

He coughed. "Ahem. I don't suppose you had any plans today do you? We can hold off the little tour of the city until later if you do have other stuff to do." Smooth, real smooth. Make it sound like you're hitting on her or asking her out. Stupid male schoolgirl fantasies.

Robin looked at Nagira and cocked her head. She did want to see Michael. He could help her find Amon but then again, she was afraid to go. What if Michael had turned against her too? She was a witch, so that meant that Dojima, Karasuma and Sakaki would also have to . . . send her to the factory. If they were alive. Tears pricked her eyes. She felt so selfish, searching for Amon just to reassure herself. Checking up on her friends never even crossed her mind. Michael. Her first and only friend. He was the first one to truly accept her, besides Sakaki.

Dojima was always mean to her during the beginning, but as time went by they became somewhat good friends. Though they had little to nothing in common, Dojima wasn't as spoiled and a brat as she made herself seem to be. Just . . . depressed and misunderstood by the world. Typical.

Sakaki was always trying his hardest, in some ways he was jealous of her. He even told her flat out, even though she was a rookie and had less training than him in witch hunting, she was already better and had earned Amon's respect. Both teens wanted to be accepted by the lead hunter, the father figure of sorts in their strange family. Robin had come to think of Sakaki as an older brother, warning her and sometimes teasing her but it was all in good fun.

Karasuma was the first to welcome her. They weren't exactly close, but Karasuma was there to help her sort things out and learn more about Japan when everyone else was avoiding her. She was helpful, but neutral. It was hard to develop a relationship with her, but they did anyways. A little sister, big sister sort. But they were not friends, something had always kept Karasuma away from her. She didn't understand, she still did not. Not until Michael told her that Amon and Karasuma had a short fling that ended shortly after, only lasting about less than a month.

Michael. Tears spilled out of her eyes, running down her cheek until a hand brushed it away. At first, he was just as cruel to her as Dojima, but he was the first to warm up to her. He was her first, true friend. She recalled nights of when she would visit him, bringing his favorite snacks that he could no longer get. They had a lot in common, both had lost their parents at a young age and was raised by other strangers. Robin remembered she did have a small crush on him, but it was just a crush. They were friends, and she never even wondered for one moment if he was still alive.

Robin decided, she would go to the well and listen for him. He sometimes talked to himself when he was alone. She remembered that Michael would usually eat by the well during their lunch breaks or whenever she came at night.

Robin turned her emerald gaze towards Nagira who was sitting close to her, enveloping her into a hug. She finally realized that she was crying and that she found comfort in his presence. Nagira cooed sweet, soothing words to her, ever so gently running his hand up an down her back in a calming and relaxing manner. She hiccupped, ashamed that she was being weak. Amon wouldn't tolerate it when she cried, he would always tell her to go somewhere away from him.

"It's ok Rob. I'm sorry I asked about your co-workers."

Was that why she was thinking so much about her friends? They weren't just co-workers or friends anymore. Risking one's life day after day for nearly half a year, they had to trust each other. They were closer than friends, they were almost like family. They were family. Her only family.

She buried her face into Nagira's chest, crying softly. She couldn't help herself, she couldn't stop no matter how much she told herself it was wrong to cry. After a few more minutes, she felt Nagira pull her closer, wrapping his arms securely yet tenderly around her smaller body, sheltering her. A warm feeling overcame her as she snuggled closer to his warmth. So wrong, yet so right. It felt uplifting to finally show her emotions after a week of staying locked up.

"It's ok to cry," Nagira whispered supportively, cradling her to him. As if reading her mind, he continued, "Little Amon's just a bit uptight, he thinks it's wrong because . . . think of how he grew up. A mindless, obedient, good looking puppy!" Nagira joked, earning a small, short laugh from the very vulnerable girl in his arms. Even if it was short, she meant it, and he was happy. "But you know," Nagira whispered, his lips near her ear, tickling her, "I'm waaaaaay better looking than him, wouldn't you say?"

She covered her mouth, trying to cover her giggles and hiccups. It was like music to his ears, he never heard such a melodic voice. Robin smiled at him, her eyes still a bit red and puffy, but for once her whole face lit up. Nagira couldn't help but smile at her too, feeling a strange tug at his heart.

"Am I having a heart attack?" Nagira wondered out loud, his heart was beating abnormally. Robin frowned.

"Don't joke like that. I don't want to lose you too," she said very seriously before cracking another smile. "Thank you."

Nagira blinked, caught off guard. "For what?"

She looked into his eyes with the innocence that only a child could possess, it only made him feel more guilty about fantasying about her in his sleep. "Thank you Nagira for helping me. I don't have anything planned for right now, so it would be nice to walk around the city and learn. If you say it's safe, then it must be. I trust you," she said it confidently. She placed a child's trust in him, and it only hurt him more, but it also felt good. He couldn't explain it.

There were times when she acted like Amon, then there were times when Nagira glanced at the child still within the woman. She was torn between two. It brought to mind a memory of hers that she shared with him, how she was taught to be quiet within the dark, dank walls of the convent she lived in, with the group of nuns that raised her.

"Ever been to a carnival before Siren?" Nagira asked Robin suddenly.

She looked at him with owl eyes. "I was suppose to go once, but then I caught the flu and wasn't allowed to go with the others. It made me sad because it was the only chance I had," she shared with him.

Nagira wrapped an arm around her should before she could get that sad look in her eyes. "I'll take ya today! There's one right now, we can go in a few- crap. We've been at home almost all day."

"Is that a bad thing? Did we miss it?" she asked, a child's sadness in her eyes, hidden from her womanly features. Nagira shook his head and smiled.

"Actually, we can go in an hour, but we can't have you going in that dress. I'm gonna take you shopping, just don't buy too much." Nagira had a thoughtful look on his face. "On second thought buy as much as you'd like. My treat. You'll be worth it."

Before Robin could protest, Nagira had already dragged her out of the small office and to the shopping district.

After six hours, with less than one shopping bag later but still showing her around the place, Nagira was waiting downstairs, at home, for Robin to change so they could go to the carnival. It would be fun. He learned that she didn't like very fast things, so that left the Ferris Wheel and maybe the haunted house ride.

He turned to look at the stairway when he heard the door close. Nagira ran, um 'power walked' to the bottom of the steps. He smiled, it seemed that was all he could do whenever she was around now, at her choice of clothing. Plain, black jeans that covered all of her legs unfortunately, with a not very revealing black blouse and her crimson coat. Well, all day and that was all that she was willing to buy. The crimson coat he didn't even buy! She already had it with her!

She was definitely different from other girls, that was for sure. Even a blind man could see that. In the past, all of his girlfriends always ran up his credit cards. But she- Robin, all she bought was that one pair of jeans, and that blouse. That's it, that's all! Six hours! But while she wasn't looking, he grabbed a skin tight, black biking suit, a helmet and sneakers for later use for her. She was gonna be a bike messenger and he knew that she couldn't ride a bike in that dress. Plus, he wanted to see her body, it would probably help him get over his teenaged, schoolgirl wet dreams at night.

"Shall we milady?" Nagira offered her an arm which she hesitantly took.

A few minutes of walking found them in the park, where the carnival was set up. Robin's mouth was slightly opened in awe, bright lights flashed everywhere as people screamed on the rides, while others were on dates, holding hands and smiling lovingly at the other. Robin blushed when she remembered on the way here, her hand had also slipped into Nagira's larger hand.

"Well, what do you want to do first?" Nagira asked her.

A thoughtful look crossed her face before she pointed at a booth. "Can we try that?" She asked shyly, unsure.

He grinned evilly at her. "I can beat you at that!"

He tugged her hand, almost running to the water gun booth. He paid the man the money to play. The point was to fill up the balloon with water before the other person did, but the target was smaller than what Nagira was used to. It didn't matter, he had to beat her anyways.

"Ready to lose?" He smirked at her cockily.

She smiled gracefully at him. "I'll do my best." Always the better of the two.

The man at the booth signaled at them to start. Nagira was obviously winning, when suddenly a light bulb lit above Robin's head, literality. She turned her water gun at Nagira and fired at him catching him off guard and causing him to lose his concentration. She quickly turned, and won popped the balloon while onlookers laughed at the couple's silly antics.

"You-You did that on purpose!" He accused her, wet and pointing.

"All's fair in love and war," she countered cutely, choosing a big, white bear as her prize. "Can we play again?"

Nagira grumbled and paid the man for another round. This time, he thought to himself, I'm gonna getcha Robin! He smirked evilly, almost mimicking Robin's look.

Neither noticed the other's evil look or the evil laughter of a mad genius. Other couples joined in on the fun, and when the time came, almost everyone was soaked. Robin had shot at Nagira at the same time when he turned to shoot at her. In the end, every couple that played the water balloon game was wet, laughing whole-heartedly and just plain enjoying themselves. The man at the booth was so happy that Robin had brought in so many customers, that even though she didn't win this round, he gave her a prize anyways. This time, she chose a black wolf with steel blue eyes that strangely reminded her of someone, and a yellow cat with huge, emerald eyes.

Nagira was embarrassed that he lost to Robin, and in a way humiliated in a good way in front of the other couples when Robin gave him the yellow furred, emerald eyed cat.

So for three hours, Robin surprisingly dragged him around to ride every single ride, having fun. He didn't think he'd have such a good time at some kiddy carnival, but he did. Robin made everything fun, even the line, telling him how much the bear and him looked alike, but the wolf was so much cuter.

Nagira checked his watch. It was nearing ten and the first of the fireworks display was about to begin. They always shot off fireworks at ten for the sleepy kids to watch as their parents drove away, and again at midnight for the older couples.

"Robin, I wanna go on the Ferris Wheel," he whined. How the mighty have fallen, the roles were changed from Robin playing the child who had never been to the carnival to her being the one leading Nagira around. Nagira on the other hand, became the reluctant and scared first time rider.

"Not yet, I want to go there first." She pulled him the other way. Nagira didn't want to spoil the surprise yet, so he kept on tugging the other way. They were gaining comments about how cute a couple they were. It wasn't a common sight to see an older man with a young girl, yet it wasn't as rare as one would think.

"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 surprised when Nagira suddenly picked her up and spun her around. She laughed, completely, fully for what seemed like the third time tonight, and yet it still 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.

Robin's eyes were wide opened in shock. Her first kiss. Nagira. She looked at him, mouth slightly ajar. A tingling sensation still lingered on her lips when she touched it. She winced, but it wasn't from pain. It felt so good. It was then that Robin noticed how familiar Nagira looked, as if she had met him somewhere before, but where? She racked her brain, trying to remember why he looked so familiar. She couldn't have met him somewhere, she would have remembered him.

"Robin, look over there!" Nagira shouted at her in an enthusiastic tone, pointing towards the sky. It took her a moment to realize she was on the ride, second to the top.

It had paused.

"Look at-" she didn't finish as a loud boom echoed into the night sky. In a dazzlingly display of lights, the night sky lit up in ruby reds, bright whites, sapphire blues, emerald greens, and flaming oranges. Fire danced in the sky before dying out and falling back onto the earth. More and more stars shot up, flashing into huge, brightly colored circles before fading away into the dark abyss.

"Wow . . . They're so . . . " Robin couldn't think of a word.

"Beautiful?" Nagira breathed so near to her ear, sensitizing her body even more. He looked at her intently, watching her face change colors just as the fireworks in the background did. All the lights in the carnival were shut off for this moment.

Their faces were so close, Robin could feel his breath brushing against her. Heat floated and rushed though her bloodstream, her palms were sweaty as ever so slowly Nagira closed the distance between them, stopping suddenly. Robin couldn't help but move in closer when suddenly the Ferris Wheel jerked to a start, causing Robin to fall on top of Nagira completely, lips connected. Gently brushing against each other, his tongue slipped out, rubbing and coaxing her mouth open.

Their moment was cut short when the operator of the ride shyly asked them to get off for others to go on.

Robin quickly learned of the compromising position and excused herself, apologizing for what she did not do. A permanent redness tainted her cheeks as she and Nagira walked home. Neither really planned on it happening, neither could have guessed. They had both crossed the line, while Nagira was cursing himself for losing control. He repeatedly told her there was nothing to be sorry about. He had to admit, she was pretty good for her first time though, but no matter how hard he tried, jokes just couldn't cut through the thick ice that had formed.

Robin couldn't help but feel as though she was betraying Amon in a sense. It hurt her. How could something that felt so good, that felt so right turn out to become something so ugly, something so . . . disgraceful?

Later that night, Robin snuck away to visit Michael. Well, not visit, but to listen for him. She backtracked her way to where the well was, unaware of the hurt, jealous eyes following her every move. Robin stayed there, ignoring the flashbacks of what happened in the well. She hugged her knees close to her chest, fighting back tears.

She heard movement up above. Her head snapped up, a small smile playing on her lips as hope filled her, but they were soon dashed when she remembered what she had done earlier this night. She had kissed Nagira, she could have stopped but she didn't. she couldn't separate her feelings for Amon and Nagira. He was just so . . . familiar. He felt so comforting, it was easy to do it. So . . . Amon. Tears fell like rain. It was raining when she had met Nagira. A hopelessness filled her, pain gripped her chest the more she thought of Amon and Nagira.

She betrayed Amon. She betrayed Amon. She had his trust, and she broke it. More tears fell, for the chance with Amon lost, for the lost of his trust, and for Nagira. Had she been using him as a substitute for Amon? Did she really miss him so that she would even go for some who reminded him so much of him? What kind of person was she? A traitor.

A witch.

"Robin . . . Where are you?"

She couldn't take it anymore. Robin got up and silently left Raven's Flats' underground tunnels. Once on the street, she couldn't help but start running, tears running down her face. She was trying to outrun to pain, the tears but they were too fast. Everything hit her all at once. Her body cried out for rest, her lungs cried for air to fuel her battle torn body and heart.

She stopped in the middle of the busy sidewalk. People walked by her, fading. She was just another face, lost in a crowd. She was no one special, she was dirty, just like the rest. She was nothing. Nothing . . . A sinner . . .

"Don't pity yourself." Amon's voice filled her mind as his image appeared before her. Across the street, not another face! She saw him clearly.

A bus passed in front of her, and in an instant he was gone. Had she been in such despair that she imagined him?

She turned his words over in her mind, again and again she replayed it. "Don't pity yourself." His tone was almost encouraging, not scolding, but hurt. He knew. It was hurting them both, her weakness was his. Don't pity yourself. But even if he wasn't really there, she felt stronger.

But a dark voice whispered in the back of her mind, Dirty, filthy witch. All witches must be hunted. The hunter always becomes the hunted.

You deserved all the pain you got. You deserve more, and more and more!

Die . . . Witch.

Witches are a crime against God's original designs, all must be killed for the purity of God's chosen creation.

"Don't pity yourself."

AAOTD: What the hell was that? I didn't write that! It's not in the storyline! Amon, you bitch!
Takara, Amon: (blank stare)
Takara: You can't call a guy a bitch.
Amon: Why did they kiss? It wasn't in the script!
Takara: Well, neither is this, but we're doing it anyways.
AAOTD: Bad Robin! Bad Nagira! There wasn't suppose to be a kiss! Or any degrading thoughts! Here's the chapter storyline! Chapter 5: Robin dreams of Amon, then shoots up and hits her head with Nagira. Nagira tells her it's their day off, but Robin decided to visit Michael. She changes her mind and spends the day with Nagira and then later that night she thinks she sees Amon.
Takara: He made you do it. (points to Amon)
AAOTD: Eh, I'm too hungry. Please review, next chapter will hopefully be shorter. I always keep on writing until I get the chapter line done. You see in the first chapter, it's only about 700 words, in this it's nearly 5000.
Amon: They . . . They kissed. They kissed. They kissed. They kissed.
Takara: Am I the only sane muse here?
AAOTD, Amon: They kissed. They kissed. They kissed. They kissed.

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anarchy101: Aww, really? I thought that it would be a turn off since in my other story, Alone, I lost more readers since Nagira kissed Robin. That was also the place where this story kinda popped into my head. (smiles) It'll get longer, and I can tell you for sure there's twenty-six chapters. But updates might get slower since school and I only have two already written chapters done.

Ayjah: (grins) Thanks! I thought that it would be a good, short chapter to see what Amon's up to. Please don't get mad at him just yet, well, looking at my plans, just don't hate Amon since he's usually told from someone else's pov who hates him. It's just a dream, after all. It's not like it'll come true . . .

In True Meanings: A confused, vulnerable Amon is my favorite, he's more easily manipulated. Plus, in the series I do think he's just as I'm showing him! He just doesn't show it, but Karasuma did. And I'll look up that anime, maybe Isaac knows? And maybe you'll like my new story too, Dolly of Death.

WHRfan: I know that his feelings for her are intense, it's Amon torture. He doesn't know why he saved her, he just did. He doesn't know why he couldn't kill her, he just didn't. but maybe he does know, but Amon doesn't claim to know what love is. It's cute. And this chapter is so sad, isn't it? Question remains, was it really Amon? Or a figment of Robin's imagination? Does Amon really know? Will that dream come true? There's always consequences and repercussions in my stories. (smiles) You know that!

DarkNaty: lol, you must like him as much as I do, maybe more but that's impossible! And you're right with what I was trying to do with the chapter, you're one of the firsts to actually get the point of Amon's musings. And I actually like it when you pick out your favorite quotes, makes me write more and better. And lately, I've been basing Nagira on Kris and Tommy while he was around. :P

Reena: Five reviews, you're like me, reviewing every chapter that you read to give the author your opinion. (smiles) Another sneak peek just for that! And I've always wanted to do a ARN triangle, as well as a good ARM triangle that's finished (since there are so few and none that are done). There's also two ARoc triangles, the oc is Amon's little brother or Robin's new teacher. The phone call was the best, I can imagine Nagira teasing and dancing on one side of the screen because he got to finish a sentence without Amon interrupting and Amon jumps his screen then chokes Nagira with the telephone cord. As for the lemon thing, I've changed the story to make it more light hearted so there won't be one in this story, but in Destiny's Embrace, that's an unplanned story. :P

Sneak peek:

Chapter 6: His Warning

The two half-brothers stared each other down, neither flinching or blinking as a strong gust of wind blew at them, picking up the tails of their coats. It would have been a cool, tense moment to onlookers. White and black, light and dark. Yin and yang. Nagira's relaxed smile versus Amon's tense glare. Amon's eyes narrowed even farther. Nagira wondered how long Amon could glare for. Another thought nearly made him lose his really cool looking stand. He mentally shook his head. If Amon narrowed his eyes any more, they'd be closed and he'd be free from Amon's so-called icy stare.