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Witch Hunter Robin
Rebuilding from the rubble
Chapter 9
Class is now in session
A FanFic by Prospero53223
Amon and Robin woke up at five in the morning. They began getting ready for their first day of class by going through all the items Senior Hunter John had handed them yesterday. They met outside their rooms, in the hallway. Robin had all of her books in the backpack she had gotten in Japan. Amon noticed a key chain with a small wallet sized picture of her and Amon with the rest of the members of the STN-J that Michael had taken two months after Robin had arrived.
"I can't believe you still have that thing." Amon said, as they walked outside into the crisp early October morning, making their way across the grounds to the school house.
"Well it's the only thing I really have to remind me of what everyone looks like back in Japan ... that and Zaizen is not in it." Robin replied.
Amon nodded his head. He opened the door to the school, letting Robin in first, as he followed behind her. Taking the stairs to the second level they found the class room John had shown them yesterday. Amon and Robin were, of course, early, as was John, the other instructor, was picking up the new class from Recruit training.
"The agenda today is as follows, you guys." John began to say. "The new students that you saw yesterday will be assigned rooms before coming here to the class room. Once the students have all arrived, books will be assigned and the PT schedule will be posted, along with the duty roster. The duty is a five-on, in other words, every fifth day the class will stand barracks watch. We'll also go around introducing ourselves so everyone knows who everyone is."
"Seems like Stephie already knows who we are." Robin said.
"Stephie? Ignore Stephie, she's loaded ... too loaded for her own good, if you ask me, but I'm a firm believer in Karma. She'll get what she deserves in the end." John replied, trying to prepare both of them for the worst. Little did he know, Nagira's e-mail all ready told them that much.
"Just as long as I don't have to room with her I'm good to go, stated Robin. John started to laugh, but not a funny ha ha laugh, it was more of a 'hey funny you should mention that' laugh.
"Oh no." Robin started to protest.
"Yeah, no one else wants to share a room with her." John told Robin, who was not at all surprised at that.
"I don't even want to share a bathroom with her, let alone a room." Robin continued to protest.
" Unfortunately ... " John began, " No one in the class wants to room with her, as already mentioned, and I met with her drill instructors on the recruit training side of the base. They feel having you as a roommate might do her some good." Robin nodded, as she bit her tongue, glad she went out last night and brought locks for everything. Robin also had a feeling she would be needing to attend confession by the end of the day, if for no other reason than just to keep sane.
Amon had excused himself for a moment to go into the student lounge to get himself and Robin some much needed coffee. When he returned he noticed Brooklyn and Ian standing next to Robin, talking with her.
"So, is it true what they've told us over at recruit training about you and Amon?" Ian had asked
"Yes, it is actually, uh," Robin said as she tried to guess the young man's name.
"Oh so sorry my dear, my name is Ian, Ian Callaghan." The young redheaded British man said.
" Ok, um, Ian, and you are?" She turned to Joe.
"I'm yours. You are such a total babe." Joe said, which caused Ian to have a small coronary.
" Joe!" Ian had yelled.
" Well, she is, her craft kicks ass, she can PT with the best of them, survived a falling building and being hunted, not to mention she so put the snob princess in her place." Robin just sat at her desk, her hand partially covering her face, just wanting to go back to bed and forget about the nightmare the day was all ready turning into. Amon walked over 'to the rescue' so to say, handing Robin her coffee as he turned to face the boys.
"Hello boys, I see we meet again." Amon's tone was flat and intimidating on purpose. It really had no effect on Ian, since his questions to Robin were more out of curiosity than lechery.
"Ah, good to see you too again, mate, I'm Ian ... ," the young hunter in training was about to introduce himself when Amon had cut him off.
"Yes, I heard when I walked in. I also remember both of you mentioning your names to me yesterday." Joe nodded and tried to walk away but he knew he was stuck. Ian would never let on that Amon had scared him again.
"So, mate, we never caught your name yesterday?" Ian said, trying to make polite conversation.
" Its Amon," he replied dryly.
"You're Amon. WOW, Ian, its him! I told you it was him yesterday, pendejo. "Ian sighed and handed Joe fifty lira, since they had made a small wager when they returned to their barracks after the PFT. Joe, of course, snatched up his winnings with a big grin on his face.
"Its been a pleasure doing business with you, ol' chap." Ian was now ignoring Joe and turned his attention back to Amon. "Amon, aye, that's Hebrew isn't it?"
"Last time I checked it was." Amon's voice remained dry and flat.
"That's funny, one does not meet many Asians who are Jewish, or even of Jewish decent." Ian was failing miserably in his attempt at a polite chat.
"I'm not." Amon said, as he sipped his coffee, while Robin was still just sitting there, quietly trying not to show her face as she, too, drank her coffee.
"Well, it explains why he's so faithful to such a geek." Stephie said, as she entered the room. "That's what your name means in Hebrew - faithful, right Amon?" Stephie was now making eyes at him.
"There's a lot more to it than that," Amon had stated cold and flatly.
Robin sat there, still not saying a word, more for her own sake than for Stephie's. Robin really didn't feel like being hunted again.
"Well, well, if it isn't the snob princess, come to ruin everyone's day again?" Joe asked, as he, too, stood by Robin, along with Ian, to protect her from Stephie's wrath.
"You Americans are so juvenile, and besides, Joe, lets not forget why you are even in the STN." Stephie said, with a wicked smile on her face.
"Don't even go there mierda." Joe threatened, which made Stephie smile even wider.
"Ah yes, I remember now, you and your gang banging buddies got caught breaking into a SOLOMON laboratory. What were you guys looking for again? Some good dope to score, as you street urchins are so well know for doing." Joe went to hit Stephie, but Ian stopped him in just enough time. "She's not worth it mate, just ignore the heifer."
Stephie laughed at the sight. Robin and Amon were now up from their seats. Robin was with the boys, trying to help Ian calm Joe down, while Amon pulled Stephie rather forcefully to the side.
"It stops now." Amon said, in a tone he saved when hunts were taking turns for the worst.
"What? I don't know what you're talking about Amon." Stephie cooed, as she batted her eyes at him.
"Your attitude in this class and to your fellow classmates ... it stops now." Amon repeated himself, still using the same dangerous 'you.'
"Oh, but Amon, I was just having a little fun. Maybe we can even have a little fun together. Why hang out with such a plain drab girl like Robin when you can have ... ?" Stephie was about to say 'someone like me,' when Amon cut her off.
"Because people like you are filth who know nothing of loyalty, or trust, and to top it all off, you are the biggest ikeike I have ever had the misfortune of meeting." Amon was never one for insults, and now knew how Robin felt when she let herself stoop to Stephie's level.
"A what? If you're going to call me names, at least say them in English, Jap," Stephie's 'holier than thou' attitude coming back and rearing its ugly head.
"Look it up, I'm not your servant." Amon shot back.
Stephie huffed. No one insulted her, nor even turned her down, no one called her filth ... they were all filth. They all came from poor backgrounds, with no money. Even those who came from money, like her, that would even associate with them were no better off.
I'll have my way. they'll see, they'll all see, and when they do, they'll be sorry they even messed with me, Stephie thought crossly to herself, while coming up with a plan to steal Amon who, in her eyes, was the hottest guy in the class, away from Robin.
One by one, all the other students came into the class room. There were twenty three in all. Senior Hunter John introduced himself to the class, along with Benjamin Chikamatsu, a tall Japanese man who Amon actually went through boarding school with. Both men had always wondered how the other turned out after graduation; now they knew.
The class went around introducing themselves, there was Zena; she was seventeen, from Melbourne Australia and a craft user, her craft being wind. Then there was Ken; he was eighteen, from Italy, and, like most of the students in the class, he had no craft. The triplets were next; Jordan, Justin, and Jacob, also eighteen. The three of them had an earth craft. Lord help you if these three came hunting you; when they worked together, their craft magnified. Stephie passed on her turn, telling everyone she was too important for them. Mike was a little strange, then again, having a craft that could screw with people's mental state could probably do that to anyone. Dear, sweet Ian, from London, was next and enjoyed playing water Polo; while Cathy grew up in Moscow and fishing was her thing. The only American in the bunch, Joe, a.k.a. Brooklyn, had an energy blast blow up his TV as he watched the events of September 11, 2001 unfold. They then got to Robin and Amon ... nothing really needed to be said about them, but Stephie shot her hand up, just to make her life interesting for the moment.
"Excuse me, Senior Hunter John, why are Robin and Amon already made student leaders when the first test has yet to be taken?" Stephie asked, as she tried to cause trouble.
"Because they have something you'll never have, Stephie, and that is experience." John replied, hiding a small smile when he saw Stephie get all pissy about his answer. "Well its not fair and I'll see what DADDY has to say about it."
"Phone's right down the hall." John didn't miss a beat.
Stephie huffed as she got up and walked out of the class, the rest of the students cheering as she did, while Amon and Robin rolled their eyes.
"Now that the disruption has ended, I believe we were up to you Steven?" John asked the next recruit.
"Yes sir, I believe so, sir." The South African boy responded, before telling the class about himself as well.
There was another boy from Africa, from Nigeria, named Akin. In his language, his name meant warrior, which was quite fitting for the profession he intended to take up. Anissa grew up in Cairo, Egypt, where she and Blaise studied every religion known to man. Then there was Leigh. She, like Robin, grew up in Tuscany, and actually attended the church Robin grew up in, until the age of ten when her family moved to Rome. There was also a set of twins in the class, as well Devi and Devdas, who were from India. The last four people in the class were Evelyn, Daria, Ron and Giaus, and all four were brilliant shots.
When the introductions were done, Benjamin continued the class while John was called out to deal with Stephie. Benjamin went over the books they had been given to study. One book was titled: The Rules of Witch Hunting. This book, they found out, was pretty much just a guideline to help the students recognize the 'do's' and 'don'ts' of a hunt, until they gained enough experience. Benjamin was about to go over the duty roster and PT schedule, when John came back in with Stephie.
"Ben, class is on break for the next thirty minutes. Guys, I want you all in the student lounge until Hunter Benjamin, or I, come to get you." The students got up, not knowing what was going on. Stephie was back in the class room, though, so they knew it wasn't any good. Granted, some wanted to stick around the class to see if they could hear anything. Amon and Robin were also about to leave until John called them back.
"Sorry you two, but it does concern you as well." John said, as Robin and Amon both glared at Stephie, who had a satisfied grin on her face.
"Stephie, wipe that smirk off your face because its not what you hoped for." John barked at the snobby girl.
"But, Daddy said ... " Stephie started to whine.
"Well, daddy doesn't run the training now does he!" Stephie once again huffed and was about to leave the room to call her father again, when she was blocked by Benjamin.
"Now, Robin, Amon, the reason I had you two stay behind is to go over the details of your jobs as student leaders and why SOLOMON let us give you the titles before test scores." Amon and Robin stood there, both knowing the little chit chat wasn't really for them but for Stephie.
"The responsibilities of the student leaders is: One, to one set the example for the rest of the class; Two, to help the instructors keep an eye on the health and well being of the other students; and Three, to report all misconducts that they have witnessed or another student has told them about, and report it to the barracks manager, or to my self and Hunter Benjamin. Now the reason Amon and Robin were picked before testing is very, very simple. Amon how long have you been with SOLOMON?" John asked, to get his point across.
"Since I was eight." Amon replied dryly.
"And why is that?" John asked, as he continued to get his point across.
"I was raised in SOLOMON-run boarding schools, graduated at the top of my class, and have been a hunter since I was eighteen." Amon continued to answer in a dry tone of voice.
"Robin, same question, how long have you been with SOLOMON?" John's attention now focused on her.
"Since I was born." Robin's voice was calm and gentle.
"And why is that?" John continued to ask.
"My grandfather, Father Juliano, is in charge of monastery run by SOLOMON in Tuscany where I grew up." Robin's answers, like Amon's, were straight and to the point.
"At what age did you start to hunt?" John pried Robin for more information about her past.
"My first hunt was at thirteen." Robin was now starting to get frustrated. She disliked having to give her work history with SOLOMON to some rich brat who was only in training cause daddy wanted her to be there.
"Oh, that is such crap ... thirteen? You don't look much older then ten." Stephie scoffed.
"Actually, I'm sixteen and I've hunted since I was thirteen because of my craft, its what Father Juliano wanted." It was really getting hard to keep her anger at bay.
"Oh, the poor little orphan ... " Stephie started to make a mock sad face as she spoke before she was interrupted by Benjamin.
"That's enough now, you've been nothing but trouble since you got here." Benjamin barked out at the now offended Stephie.
"How dare you talk to me that way? I demand an apology from the both of you!" Robin and Amon kept their faces expressionless, leaving the room when asked to by John, fighting the temptation to join the others to eavesdrop.
Amon advised those who were sticking around to leave and head into the lounge before they found themselves in a world of trouble. The students, of course, listened to the dark hunter and went into the student lounge, waiting there for over an hour, while Stephie served out her punishment. From that day on, class seemed to go the same way every day - without a thing anyone really could do about Stephie.