Last Man Standing
Chapter 7: Her Friend
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: This'll look familiar. Robin sees Dojima hunting a witch, well, a witch hunting the hunter actually. You know the rest. Throw in some Robin angst over Amon and we've got a chapter!

AAOTD: The story gets going. Here's the first step to a real plot!
Amon: A stolen plot that's been used.
AAOTD: Hey . . . But what about those Raven Robin things huh? Teen Titans wannabes.
Takara: I take it you're a Star Rob shipper?
AAOTD: Yep, also a Aoshi Misao shipper. Flame me all you want for liking that pairing.
Takara: I'm hungry. When will you feed me?
Amon: She doesn't. We have to go to the trash for food.
AAOTD: Na uh! Takara, here's some food. (hands him Chinese take out)
Amon: O.O Me? (gets one week, leftover lo mein) Typical.
AAOTD: I always liked Takara-sama than Mr. Amakusa or Mr. Amon. Amon-kun is cute too!

Disclaimer: I don't own WHR or this chapter idea much. I want to keep it as close to the real WHR timeline as possible but knowing me, I'll have a bad day while writing and I'll make the characters horribly ooc. It's becoming a bother. Reviews make me happy and make me write better. And I've decided that I will not post Love You Forever here ever again until since I think it might be too mature for other people to grasp and I don't like flames for trying to keep it serious and real to life as possible.

Robin rode down her bike through the busy, Tokyo Downtown streets. She and Nagira hadn't talked much lately, and being a bike messenger for him had given her time to be free. She pedaled faster and faster, feeling the wind brush past her, climbing up the hills and soaring down. This was about the only time when she felt free, to be able to spread her wings and fly and just to get away from it all. It was actually only her fourth time on a bike, Nagira teaching her the first two times. She was a quick learner.

After she delivered whatever it was that Nagira wanted her to give, she walked back down just in time to see someone trying to take her bike. She lowered her glasses, giving an Amon-ish glare at the man. He let out a nervous laugh, muttered something then ran off.

She bent down to unlock her bike from the chains when something caught her eyes. A pink jacket wearing, blonde haired, blue eyed young woman. Robin inwardly smiled, happy to know that Dojima was still safe. That was, until she noticed two shady characters following Dojima into a dingy alley. A protective instinct kicked in, but also Nagira's words of keeping a very low, nonexistent profile.

She decided he wouldn't know. Robin followed the two men silently, knowing she hadn't yet been discovered. They were too engrossed with the task of getting rid of a hunter. For some reason, Robin sensed that they were human, and yet something said that there was a witch behind it.

She noiselessly stalked her prey, waiting for the opportune moment to strike without being discovered. She watched helplessly as they attacked Dojima. Robin wanted to help her, but knew it wasn't time yet. One man held her from behind, seemingly wrapping himself around her to stop her fruitless struggle. Dojima suddenly took out her gun, but was unable to even fire off one shot as the other man held her wrist, adding pressure for her to drop it.

But still Robin had to wait for the witch to come out, the one that was their leader. Dojima was panting now as the leader appeared.

"You've been sneaking around our turf, spying on us. You're a hunter aren't you? And a bad one at that," the male witch taunted, smirking at Dojima's helpless state. Robin fought down the urge to incinerate the three men who dared to hurt her friend. "Let her go," he ordered fiercely.

The two humans nodded and put her down. Dojima had a distrusting look on her face. She was about to retort when the wind suddenly picked up, the witch's eyes widened as he revealed his craft. Another common telekinetic. Robin's eyes widened as Dojima was flung nearly twenty feet into a nearby advertising sign left out by a restaurant. Dojima groaned as she tried to get up, knowing that this was the end of her life. The witch smirked and strode overconfidently towards her.

"Someone please . . . " Dojima begged, but all bystanders knew the man. They quickly ran away into hiding, fearing his wrath and not wanting to feel guilty over the young woman's death. Dojima gasped as she felt the witch beginning to use his powers again. It was the end, she closed her eyes, not wanting to see.

And that was when Robin launched her attack. Fire erupted from the floor, from the base of where the man was and pushed him away from Dojima. Fire spurted from the around all around him, pushing him one way and the other, singeing his clothing and leaving minor burns. This was Dojima's hunt, not hers.

But then the witch turned his attention back onto Dojima, readying himself for one final attack. Robin's eyes widened in realization of what he was about to do. She focused on creating a more powerful attack, picking him off his feet and throwing him into a brick wall. She wanted to know how it felt like to him to be pushed around.

Dojima sat, shocked, still trying to grasp what had happened. Robin watched in small triumphant as the two other men ran off, screaming bloody murder.

"Dojima, hurry up and contact the others," Robin spoke to her indifferently, still somewhat hidden in the corner of the alley building. Dojima's hunt, not hers. She was no longer a hunter but a witch. She couldn't get Nagira into trouble. She couldn't be the one responsible for any harm done to him.

"R . . . Robin?" She didn't reply, only turned and began to walk away. Something stuck Dojima. "Don't go! Robin, wait!" she begged. But her pleas fell onto deaf ears. Or so it seemed.

Robin stood in the alley, her eyes closed. Something was tugging at her. It had been so long, it was nice to see someone she could trust but . . . she couldn't. She would be endangering Nagira, and she didn't want that. But Amon, maybe Dojima knew something about Amon. And what Nagira didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right? She continued making a list of excuses as to why she should just walk away right now and go back home, but Amon outweighed it all. He was worth it. She opened her jeweled colored eyes with a stern determination.

Amon.

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Dojima and Robin were sitting in a small café not too far away. How she managed to talk her into this, neither girl really knew. But here they were, sitting and talking.

"It's really pathetic isn't it? A witch hunter being hunted by a witch. I was looking for someone since Karasuma was out on her own hunting. Sakaki's injured, he broke his leg," Dojima paused to let out a humorless laugh. "It seems as though he's the only one seriously getting hurt these days."

"How is everything there?" Robin ask curiously, she wanted to know about Amon but was frightened of asking directly.

Their locked eyes, a solemn smile appeared on Dojima's usually pretty face.

"It's crazy. Karasuma's always out on her own, Sakaki-chan's on office arrest, the chief and his assistant won't let all of us leave them alone in fear of another attack. The gate guard is mostly paranoid and isn't as friendly as before. Michael's been really quiet and - and everything is just falling apart! None of us know how much longer we can take it, and Karasuma is the worst of us all! She's just been pushing herself, trying to replace both you and Amon and I'm afraid she's going to get herself killed!" Dojima was near hysterics, her eyes filling with tears.

Robin took a minute to soak it all in. She's just been pushing herself, trying to replace both you and Amon . . .

"What about Amon? Where is he?" Robin asked, trying not to sound too eager. She didn't notice that she had leaned closer to the older blonde, a desperate look in her eyes.

"We haven't been told anything, we all figured that he was with you," she answered, not looking at Robin. "But I guess not, seeing you . . . "

"I see. Then Amon isn't-"

"Zaizen hasn't been seen at the office after the attack either. What do you think is going on around here?"

Robin shook her head, suppressing images of the day of the attack. "I don't know. I've been trying to figure that out this whole time," Robin answered. It was a half-lie, she knew. Half the time, she wasn't even thinking of it, only of Nagira and Amon. Her nights filled with dreams of Amon, of Nagira. Sinfully seductions, kisses and whispers of love and temptation. "I was wondering about all of this. Why is this all happening to me?" Robin asked, still not looking at Dojima. Her sentences had double meanings to them. "Why do I have to be chased down by the people I've worked for?" Robin lifted her head so she could glance at Dojima. Why wasn't Amon back? Why was Nagira crawling into her thoughts more and more!

She offered Robin a smile. "Puh-lease," she scoffed, "you can relax for now. No one's after you. We haven't been given any orders for your hunt. But . . . I dunno how long that will last Robin. But either way, I'm glad that you made it out okay. Really, I am."

"Amon, it was Amon. He was the one who saved me," Robin confessed.

"Really!" Dojima beamed brightly. "Everyone back at the office will be all too happy to hear that! You must really be important to him if he risked himself for you and not us," Dojima smiled sadly, looking away.

"No! Don't tell them. Not about me, not about Amon. Not about our run-in today either okay? It's for your own safety, for theirs as well."

Dojima looked down like a child being scorn, "All right then, if you . . . say so. But . . . Do you think you can help me out sometimes? With the hunts and stuff?" At Robin's confused expression, she offered as an explanation, "Sakaki's been out of the picture for awhile and he'll have to stay out for a little longer. And Miho. Miho's been trying so hard to follow in Amon's footprints, trying to be the leader and the best. She's going to burn out. No matter how hard she tries, she isn't Amon. So now they've been sending me out to do more field work like today. I'm afraid that they'll send me out on a hunt soon . . . and then I'll screw up and . . . " she drifted off. "Robin if that happens will you save me? Will you help me please?" Dojima pleaded.

"I can't, I'm . . . sorry, but that would be impossible for me. There's no way I can give you a way to contact me. And besides, I've been nothing but trouble. If someone finds out that we've been in contact, I can't save you. I can't even protect myself." Robin got up suddenly. "I have to be going now."

They walked outside. Robin unlocked her bike and got on, putting on her sunglasses so others won't recognize her. They would probably think that she was a boy anyways, with the outfit that Nagira had given her. It was too tight.

"Dojima, have you heard anything about that day? Anything at all?"

Dojioma looked thoughtful. "No . . . wait! Come to think of it, Michael did say that apparently an Orbo gun and some data was stolen that day, as well as a few of our Orbo crosses. But Michael said that they couldn't get everything that they wanted since the firewall was too tough."

"What does that mean?" Robin asked.

Dojima shook her head and shrugged. Robin nodded and prepared to leave. "Robin . . .thank you so much. I'm serious!I'm reallygraceful to you." Robin nodded and left.

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Robin came back to the office and passed by Mika. It had been one month since she came here, and now Mika wasn't so hostile towards the younger girl anymore after Nagira told her some story about her running away from her abusive father who wanted to sell her or something along those lines.

"Oh, there you are. Welcome back girl." Well, there was one bad thing. Robin had yet to earn Mika's respect, so instead of being called by her name, she was addressed as 'girl'. "The boss has been looking for you."

"I just stopped to get some coffee," Robin offered indifferently.

"Well if you're going to be late again like that at least drop us a line so we won't have to worry too much."

"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. I delivered the package though."

"Since you already had coffee, you don't want any tea do you? "

"No, thank you, I'm fine."

Mika shrugged. "Hmm, she could at least sit down for awhile and chat. Geez, kids nowadays. It seems as though their problems make it the end of the world. I wonder why Nagira-san is so interested in her anyways. There are tons of other girls like her." Mika sipped at her tea. "He must be going through a phase or something. He'll get bored of her soon enough. Hmm, maybe he's in a midlife crisis and wants to feel young again?"

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Robin walked up the steps to Nagira's private office, the one separate yet more roomy and messy than the one downstairs with Mika and Hirata. She paused outside his door, before continuing up the stairs to her room. She needed time to think, to sort out her thoughts. So many questions formed in her head while she was coming back to the office, questions she didn't think of while she was with Dojima. It was too late now though, she wasn't going to endanger Dojima or the others by contacting any of them.

Robin entered her dreary prison. It wasn't meant to be a prison, but she wouldn't help but to feel caged. Her thoughts drifted towards Amon. He wasn't with the STN-J, and he hadn't contacted her or Nagira like he had promised. She wasn't sure where he was or what he was doing. She wasn't sure if he was injured - he probably was, and yet her mind refused to believe it - or worst . . . he could be . . .

She shook her head. No, Amon was the only one she trusted right now, Amon and maybe Nagira . . .

No, just Amon. Amon was someone she could believe in, and she put all her heart and soul into believing he was indeed alive. That he was indeed coming back to her, making his way to her.

Yes, soon he would be here, he would be back. She closed her eyes, recalling the intimate moments of when he was truly open to her, truly . . . When he truly trusted her enough to risk his life - no - to risk his reputation to protect her.

A warm feeling filled her. His gloved hand caressed her cheek softly as he gently placed that note into her hair. The soft look in his eyes, as if . . . it would be the last time he would see her. She remembered his scent, how hot it seemed in that well. The feeling of his breath on her face, it brought back those hot, forbidden dreams she dreamt of every night. Robin remembered his last words to her, him pushing her away, rejecting her invitation to come with her.

She shed tears for him, she cried for him. His response was cut off, leaving her to wonder at what he would do. Would he act the prince in a fairytale and wisk her away?

"'Til the next time Amon . . ." She whispered ever so softly. Her knees grew weak, her heart grew heavy at the thought of what may have happened to him. A small whimper escaped her as she leaned onto the cold metal pole, slipping down as a sob escaped.

She missed him, she missed everything. She wanted things to go back to the way things were, she wanted Amon to come back and take her. She wanted him to, she wanted him to. She would wait for him forever, even if he would never come, she would still wait. She'd stay here forever, waiting for her only one.

"But . . . I just don't want to wait and do nothing . . . " She closed her eyes, shutting herself away from the world and it's cold nature, surrounding herself in a dreamland of what could be . . . and what would be when Amon came for her.

Robin opened her emerald eyes, realizing it had grown dark.

She felt as if someone was outside her door. The knocking sound proved it to be true. Robin opened the door to find Mika standing there, looking a bit upset.

"He's calling for you," she said to her indifferently before turning on her heel and leaving. She paused again before turning back and smiling at her. "He's inviting you to dinner." It took Robin a few fleeting moments to realize that 'he' wasn't Amon, but Nagira.

If Amon came for her, would she be able to leave Nagira here alone again? She felt some odd attraction towards him, but it wasn't the same thing that she felt for Amon. It was easier to deal with, but more troublesome and reoccurring. It sent her heart racing, blood pumping. And then there was the kiss. She felt dirty all of a sudden, as if she committed a horrible sin and now everyone knew.

No, there was nothing wrong with that. It was a simple kiss, nothing more, nothing less.

Yeah right. She still burned for him . . . She still wanted more of what he could do while she waited for Amon. She didn't want to change, but she didn't want to be the same either.

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"So did anything happen today?" Nagira asked after they were both finished eating their dinner.

Hey, takeout wasn't that bad for someone who didn't want to be seen, though it really wasn't his style. Nagira would have preferred to take Robin out to some high class and fancy place, but he doubt that she would feel very comfortable. Plus, her confined in small places made some pretty lecherous thoughts pop out of no where.

"Not really," Robin answered, sipping at her tea. Nagira noted with a smile that her voice had become louder around him, but unfortunately, so did the enticing tone hidden with that heavenly voice of hers too.

Nagira smiled, he knew that she had met up with a cute friend of hers. Another blonde with blue eyes, not much else was known about her. "You know Siren, it was my idea for you to hide in this city right underneath their noses. However, I don't think it's a good idea stepping into fights and helping everyone and taking down witches, they may come onto you. Don't forget about the situation you're in right now Little Siren-"

"As if I could forget," she nearly snapped at him, throwing a fierce look his way.

Nagira narrowed his eyes, trying to seem cold and collected. As much as he wanted her, she was too dangerous if she could turn a man into ashes with just one look. "You're slipping you know that. You could put me into danger as well, and then how will Amon find you if I'm dead and you're on your own?"

Robin glared at him at the mention of Amon's name. Nagira mentally hit himself, he forgot that Amon was a touchy subject for her still. But he couldn't help but wonder what her reaction would be if she found out that he was Amon's older half brother. He wanted to find out. Maybe if he played his cards right, he could lead her into a trap.

"Take a look at this." Nagira handed her a picture of her former roommate, Amon's former sex buddy as well. See? He knew that name sounded familiar . . . Now to find out who Katie was. "Is this that Zaizen guy? The boss of the STN-J?"

He watched her like a hawk, the way her eyes widened at the picture. She gasped. "Touko."

"Do you know that woman?" Nagira asked as if he didn't know the answer.

"Yes, she's Touko, my former roommate. She was involved because of me, she's hurt because of me." Her voice almost broke, Nagira fought the urge to rip that picture out of her hands and kick himself for hurting her. He just wanted to know more about her, but not at the cost of making her cry.

Sirens shouldn't cry, they could drown a man with tears if they cried. He decided not to tell her that her roommate was not a crazy person in the white building with all those clean rooms and tall, burly rabbit men dressed in white. Instead he reassured her "She's being taken care of, always being guarded you know. After all, she is Zaizen's only daughter," he added the last part at her questioning look.

"His daughter? But . . . Touko never said anything." A saddened look crossed her delicate features. Inner Nagira got kicked in his most beloved area, regular Nagira grimaced. "She never said anything to me about that. I trusted her Nagira, she knew I had powers. And now . . . I'm not sure who I can trust."

Nagira was wondering if she was rethinking her actions. Would be become more withdrawn because of this? Would her trust in him falter as well? Nagira frowned. He couldn't have that. Scratch out all his other plans, he wanted her and dammit, if Amon won't take her in the next two hours, it would be his own personal quest to make Robin his!

"Can you trust me? Do you still have faith in me? . . . In Amon?"

Robin looked dumbstruck for a moment. She avoided his gaze, deep in thought.

"I'm not sure if I would if I were in your shoes, but this Zaizen guy is one hell of a mystery eh?" Nagira asked, changing the subject somewhat.

"So Nagira, you're not digging into the STN-J just for me and Amon huh? You're doing this for your own goal." She looked up at him a small, knowing smile playing at her full, pouty lips. "Are you trying to take down Solomon one branch at a time?"

"Nah, it's nothing like that Little Siren. I just can't stand it when someone goes around and decides to throw innocent people in jail, pointing fingers and crying out 'Witch! Witch!', then tying them up at a stake and setting them on fire if they don't confess. Don't confess, burn to death. Confess, you'll still burn to death or be hanged. What a nice, civilized society we live in, dontcha think Robin?"

She smiled wistfully at him, her mind miles away. She looked down, lost in a sea of her own thoughts as Nagira watched her, neither were aware of the jealous, angry eyes staring at them.

Nagira scooted over to Robin and wrapped an arm around her, keeping his actions and mind totally innocent. She leaned in towards his warmth, shaking as she cried softly at the loss of a child's trust. Robin had just grown up and was shown the true ways of the world.

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Robin found herself in her room, her prison, her hell once again with her back to the cold, metal pole. She stared up at the skylight, watching the moon and the world while caged up in a concrete cell, watching the world pass right by her through the only window in the room.

It was a full moon tonight. She met the real Amon once, before she became a witch under the light of a full moon by the lake. A beacon of light in a world engulfed in darkness, before the dark shrouds of the clouds covered it away again.

A tear ran down her cheek. "Amon . . . "

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Faraway, something disrupted Amon's concentration, and before he knew it he was back within his own body. Away from Nagira, away from Robin and back in China. He looked over to the elderly priest sitting on the foot of his bed. Amon struggled to get up, and found that there was less pain in his midsection than a month ago.

"Where were you this time Amon?" he asked the younger hunter.

"Japan, watching Robin. She's shown no sign of being a witch,"

"But our inquisitor is positive that she is one. Did she not kill a man using the power of her craft, turning him into ashes?"

Amon turned away. "Yes."

"There is only one duty left for you, then you are free to leave Solomon. I will erase you from the database."

"I see. Her death for my freedom."

Amon laid back down on the bed, gingerly touching the scars on his chest before closing his eyes. When he came here, his body had been beaten and battered. Broken rips, messy, self-done stitches and infected bullet wounds. He smiled sadistically. Solomon agents, Dojima, had used plastic pellets on the team, but for him and Robin, they were to be eliminated for becoming too strong.

It was true, his craft was growing stronger, his shadow becoming more real to the point where he could touch people, hold items and now he could even hold that form longer, could control it more easily. He inwardly sighed. But he was having trouble remembering what he did, what he was doing. He knew that Nagira had done something, and he knew that he should be mad at Nagira but he just couldn't remember why.

"I'll do it."

"You'll be leaving for Japan in a week, enough time for you to recover. I'll be joining you the following week."

Amon nodded and turned away from the elderly priest. Would he really? Would he really hunt Robin?

"It is your duty Amon. She means much to me, but she is no longer the child I know. Remember, power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely.

AAOTD: Confused? Don't be, I think I explained it enough but still kept it vague for open minds.
Balmung: I am Balmung of the Azure Sky.
Amon: Would you get rid of his CENSOR already? That's all he says!
Takara: Yeah, it's annoying.
AAOTD: Blah.

I have a question, would it be okay if I changed my update times to a chapter every three weeks? Your choice, but I can't promise that the quality of it will be as good. Then again, if it's three weeks, I think I'll forget if I don't get reminders. :P Or can I switch between two weeks, three weeks and one week? Sorry, I'm having trouble with life right now.

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Ayjah: Thanks for understanding! I'm not that cruel am I? This was meant to be a cliffy but I decided that that would be mean, then again it still ends like one huh? Nagira or Amon? Amon or Nagira? Throw in some fun since I'm an Amon fan. I gotta do something to make it a triangle right?

DarkNaty: Maybe he'll remember, maybe he won't. Amon's new power has to have a weak point somewhere. The alone but never lonely quote is something I use a lot, especially in Love You Forever, Alone and Searching, and lastly Destiny's Embrace. A small Amon scene of what he's been up to. I think that the end of 15, Amon was seriously hurt. He didn't move! I thought he was dead, and didn't they say there were bloodstains on the floor? And it's mostly my fault for all of this. (smiles) After all, I'm the 'Fates' in this story. And like I said in the forum in Huntress and Isaac's ZERO HOUR (invite only), I'm only good at writing with Amon because I can relate with him. And Robin and me are beginning to think alike, I'd do anything for Amon/Alucard/Balmung/Hideki/Tsume lol.

silvermoon8573: Sorry you had to wait so long but here it is! A nice long one too!

AlwaysForgotten: Thanks! And there was chapter 7, I hoped you like it. Chapter 8 will be in the works on Monday and hopefully I'll have it done soon and get up to chapter 15 before I update every week again.

In True Meanings: Amon is a jerk, he's always been a jerk, but we love him anyways because deep, deep, deep, deep, DEEP, down inside, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay inside, he's got an ice of heart that's melting whenever Robin fires him up. (smiles) lol.

whrfan: So you don't respect Amon? He stalks. There may be a fist fight later on, but I promise you this and anyone else reading that there will be Amon Robin scenes in the future when he comes back to win fair maiden's heart from Big Brother's grasps, so for now Nagira's livin' it up with his new roomie yo. Lol, don't ask.

Reena: It is a triangle so there's bound to be some Amon Robin moments, some Nagira Robin moments. And it was Nagira, blame Nagira. That wasn't meant to happen, but being an author, you may be the one writing but you're not the one controlling them. Sometimes they get out of control. Like Amon when he fell off a building and into a dump truck when he was trying to save Robin who was at the edge of the building but regained her balance. Amon wasn't even suppose to be there but that created a new story that will be posted later. As for college, I think I may either go to a tech one to learn how to improve on my graphics skills and to learn how to make a video game one day or the boring choice of me having no idea anymore. Maybe an art college since I just applied for a scholarship and I showed them my portfolio, now all I need is the interview and then hopefully it'll be a yes. Are you in a traditional 4 yr college? What are you going to major in? 3rd semester of what year? I'm sorry, I'm a junior in HS and I fucked up my freshman year and now I'm working my ass off to make my junior and senior year look good. I just want as much of the pressure of college off of me as possible.

And now I leave you all with this:

Capitalize your words! It could be teh difference between 'I helped my uncle jack off a horse' and 'I helped my Uncle Jack off a horse.' Damn people for their perverted thoughts! I'll kill Lionheart.