Last Man Standing
Chapter 8: His Confusion
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: Amon wonders on what sort of relation he has with her, what she means to him. Whilst Nagira finally discovers that no matter what, Amon has a power over Robin and probably will forever.
Disclaimer: I own this angst filled chapter, I do not, however, own WHR or characters or blah blah blah. Stupid legal stuff. (kicks)
AAOTD: Not enough Amon for some people so I changed it a bit seeing as the original chapter 8 sucked.
Amon: About damned time!
Takara: Who's he!
Cain: Like I want to be here.
AAOTD: Hehe. (blushes) He is Count Cain, the infamous weirdo in his circle who collects poison and whose family is cursed. (smiles) Time machines rock!
Takara: He . . . Looks-
AAOTD: Dark? Bolding? Amazing hot?
Amon: She has a weird taste in men.
AAOTD: I know, you guys all wear black and unfortunately, Balmung had angel wings.
Amon, Cain, Takara: (sweat drops)
AAOTD: Angst starts to come around and things should begin to pick up pace.
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Hidden within the shadows of the dirty cargo ship sat a man with a purpose but a confused and unstable life. He knew what he had to do, but something wasn't going to let him think past it. Pull the trigger, clean up the mess then . . . What?
His mind refused to go beyond that. Instead of the freedom he had always dreamt of awaiting this last hunt, this last kill, this last murder, it only came up with a blank and a strange, hurt feeling. An aching. Every time he thought about it, his vision would begin to become fuzzy, blurred.
Amon laid his head back on the hard, wooden boards of the creaking ship, boat really. The Japan branch of Solomon, the one being run by Zaizen had also labeled him an uncontrollable and highly dangerous witch that needed to be hunt down if found. He fled Japan with help from . . . He couldn't recall. He left something very important back in Japan, and now he had been given orders to get rid of someone who had touched him, awakened a part of him.
What was more important?
The slip of a girl who was barely a woman and yet still made him want her, or the freedom that was ripped away from him at a young age?
He closed his steel blue eyes in deep thought.
When had the tides turned? When had she become more important to him than the goal of his life? Why did she distract him so? How is it that she, a mere child, could do things that women his own age couldn't? Why was it that only she saw him?
When was it that he thought of her as a partner?
When was it that he thought of her as a friend?
When was it that he wanted to think of her as more than . . . ?
He smirked at his own wild thoughts, looking into something resting in the palm of his hand
She was nothing. A witch. Another Kate, someone who had tried to worm her way into his frozen barriers but in the end failed and now must pay the price. She tried to hurt him, didn't she?
That golden haired, emerald eyed . . . witch; Robin.
As sleep claimed the man, the photo of the young girl smiling at something fluttered away from his hand, slipping into the dim light of the ship taking him back to her.
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Nagira sighed on his couch, Snow White slumbering peacefully against his chest. He wanted to wake her up, but found that he liked looking at her sleeping form. Her body was relaxed against his, limp and very soft. She was warm, and he could feel a few curves through her damned bulky and layered dress.
He was happy that she had taken a somewhat liking to her new wardrobe of pants and the such instead of her very noticeable dresses, but tonight she had went back to wearing that stupid dress. Then again, it could be a good thing considering that, many devious and lecherous thoughts were running in his mind whenever she wore something normal but alas, those nice fantasies were always being stomped by the ever-present-Amon-conscience.
If anyone were to come upon this scene, people would surly blush at the lover's embrace . . . except for the fact that they were not lovers and that she had merely cried herself to sleep because of his dumbass of a brother.
But the older man had to admit, it did feel quite . . . right to be like this, with a siren sleeping in his arms. Better yet, said siren naked in his bed, in his arms, snuggling closer to him.
Nagira shifted to find a more comfortable position for Robin. She was light, as light as a child but as enticing as a temptress. She had pressed her ear against his chest, listening to the unsteady beat of his heart, her legs now curled up completely against his taller, rougher body. He had his arms wrapped around her securely so she wouldn't fall, so that she couldn't move away from him, only closer to him.
He reached for a blanket to cover them, knowing how cold the night would be, but maybe tonight he wouldn't have to worry. This night, he had a small, cozy body against him, keeping him warm. A body that was purring softly, throatily, and was completely, totally and utterly turning him on. That was, until she spoke of his name.
"Amon . . . come for me . . . " she whispered it softly, like a summer's breeze gentle caress.
Nagira turned away, guilt and angry rising. His hand clenched, his eyes narrowed. Damn it, if only Amon wasn't around. If he was, then it would still be fine by him. But it hurt him to see Robin like this, bound to Amon and yet still free to do whatever she liked. He was with her, but not there by her side like she deserved.
He looked back at Robin, her beautiful, lax face free from worry or pain or sadness, he pulled her ever closer to him and kissed the crown of her head, resting his cheek there afterwards and taking in her sweet scent.
"Damn you, even if you're not here you still have her. Even if she's asleep, she still belongs to you, so why don't you just take her?" Nagira growled out quietly, then snickered. He was going crazy, as if Amon was ever going to hear him.
Something was finally beginning to dawn on Nagira, something that didn't please him too much. It just wasn't fair. He couldn't give her up. He had gotten so used to her being around, that he just . . . couldn't bear the thought of it when Amon finally came to take her away. If he came.
"Damn you Amon."
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Something startled him awake, he instinctively reached for his gun and threw whoever it was down onto the wooden planks, cold metal pressed up against whomever's neck. Amon snapped awake and came back to his senses as the man pleaded for his life in a language he barely understood.
Slowly, the dark hunter rose like a black bird of death. He placed his gun back into its hostler as he got to the deck of the cargo boat smuggling in people and goods. He paused, looking at the shoreline of Japan. Home.
Amon took a look around the deserted, dark beach. He had to make a choice here and now on what to do. A sad smile tugged at his lips as he set foot onto the shores of Japan, never once looking back.
A test. The final one. Either way, he would be free, but whether or not he'd be with the thing he treasured most, the someone who was most precious to him remained a mystery, something only the fates and the heavens knew. This was it, his last stand.
He wanted Robin, desired her. He understood that much, but the extent of those feelings, those needs had yet to be determined. Only one way to find out. Should he risk his life? He had nothing to lose, and everything to gain. The bittersweet taste of freedom, the feeling of having her by his side, the joys and sorrows. Everything that he endured in life was coming to a climax. He was born in Japan, his story began here, would it end here as well?
Robin.
If she could truly see him, could she also see behind the mask, deep down to the monster and the tainted blood he bore? The curse of his family to never be happy? Within his body lay the most powerful craft known to the world, a deadly mixture that made him the perfect one to become a hunter.
His mother's powers had been passed down to him, the illusionary shadows of her craft had evolved with him, making his shadows more than an illusion but a manifestation of himself at will and at long distances. She had had another power as well, one that enabled her to tell if her son had taken a cookie before dinner. Smiling fondly at the memory, an indifferent mask soon slipped in.
It was his father's fault, all of it!
The reason why their happiness, the happiness of him and his mother was ruined and why Amon had been forced into this life of hunting down his own people, and now hunting down the only one who saw through to him that could win his love. If he was to be with Robin, the same fate may have fall over them.
His father's craft, his power had been to multiply any other witch's powers. Pretty useless since witches were mostly loners, but the other craft of his neutralized that nature. The saying of how when one love bird dies, the other gives up living as well, it rang true for whomever his father chose. When Amon's father had been hunted, his mother felt it, and lost the will to live. She didn't care much, but had tried her best to raise him before she was taken away.
What would happen if Robin was truly a witch, but his craft worked on her? If his craft tied them together, chained them together and threw them out into the world alone? What if the power of her craft came from his? The Orbo had lessened his mother's craft, but completely decimated his father's craft.
He shook his head. He had to focus at the task at hand, otherwise everything would go wrong. Star-crossed indeed.
Stepping into a crowd, he shuffled along with the lost, vaguely remembering a time when he was one of these pathetic, going nowhere people. A purpose, an actual life awaited him down the barrel of a gun.
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AAOTD: Heh, Amon's back kinda. He won't reveal himself yet.
Amon: Too many questions.
AAOTD: Yes, I was saddened by the lack of reviews/responses/replies to the last chappie that actually answered my question. Then again, you wouldn't know and I deserved it for asking for more time right!
Cain: Snow White? Now you're using my lines.
AAOTD: Oh Sir Cain, you're so sexy!
Takara: (fakes gag) You're a strange girl.
Amon: Now you know how I feel?
Cain: This is annoying.
A/N: My computers' are busted. They're in the shop since there's this strange, new porno virus going around (I ain't into that crap, my older brother was!) and it took both my laptop and my desktop so now I'm back to writing in a notebook and stuff. Luckily, I have a backup of everything on a disk, on two of my email accounts and in my notebook. My friend's typing this up for me and posting it so updates may be on schedule, may not be cause there's this cute guy in my Earth Science class . . . So yeah.
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In True Meanings: Yunie, you're my favorite person! It's true you know, if there was no Robin, there'd be no Amon. There is no Amon without Robin just as there's no Robin without Amon. They wouldn't be the same, paired up with someone else but now in this story, Nagira getting tangled in this strange web built by Amon because he was stupid.
Neko-Yuff16: I sent you a review as to why I can't be on anymore and I also put on up here. I trust my friend but I don't trust her enough to give her my password to my email to check it and stuff. (nameless friend whom is graciously and generously typing this out for her and you people is highly offended)
WHR Fan: There should be more twists and this chapter was anti-climaxed, cause in the next few chapters Amon's just following Robin, digging and testing her as well as trying to completely learn how to use his crafts.
Viking Princess: It's okay to come in late, cause there's about sixteen more slow chapters to go! Things are too serious, I'm trying to maintain characters without watching my dvd's otherwise I'll go a bit…fan girlish so everything is from memory. Hopefully I can slow things down again. Hehe, the dvd with eppy 15 was the best time for everything. Nothing really good happens until after 15 right?
DarkNaty: In my mind, Amon was injured and left the country. I also think his craft had something to do with healing. I mean, come on! The day before the STN was attacked Amon got his ass kicked by Zaizen, then the next day he's jumping around and rescuing Robin. Then he gets shot with real bullets (I don't remember ubt I think they were real) and manages to walk out. Hmm, I should talk to Spot about this. You know you're making me get a bigger ego? I went to my friends house to type up responses thus a late update I think. I didn't read your review until today. smiles And with that small quote, I didn't really think I took it from PotO, I was just typing whatever came to mind. Happens to you too right? And Amon couldn't remember because his craft makes him a bit delusional. Then again, that line I worked hard on. It started all with a few lines and it's open for discussion. smiles widely I hope that this lives up to your expectations, though short.
Kris: Thankies! Hmm, Kris? Sorry, for some reason I think of someone from an online game I play. I hope this was good enough.
inuwitch: Thank you! I'll keep writing but I think I lost my inspiration for this story. Infact, I think I lost all inspiration to write anything anymore but I promised that I will never leave anything unfinished.
Reena Sickle: I really hope I'm staying true to Robin's character but I mostly paid attention to the guys in the series, lol. Good luck with your plans. Are you gonna be a teacher? I'm not sure what I really want to do and I don't have much money, so whatever I pick I'll have to keep for the rest of my life. It'll be a hassle to change. I think I might be going to an art school but I'm not artsy or creative and I can't draw, paint or anything like that which worries me. Guess I'm scared. What did you do in your junior year of HS? Sorry if it's personal, I'm just a really scared junior. My friends all have family businesses and restraints they can go to, I have a mother with a fourth grade education and a college drop out for a brother so I really have no one to help me. :P sorry, I'm rambling.
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10/22/05
Next update may be more than three weeks due to an accident over stupid boys. Uh, my hand got run over by a car, I'm saving the rest of details. I wrote the review responses last Saturday.