Dirty Little Secrets
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these Characters. This is a little rambling.
This takes place right before one of Amon's and Robin's mission.
"My theory is that he is after..."
She could stare at him all day. She never wanted to take her eyes off him. His raven black hair, muscular figure, his thin lips, his eyes. She could look at him till she died but that was only one thing she wanted to do- To caress him; to hear him whisper her name; to know that he loved her; that was her true wish.
"Yes, I know Amon. But, were to start."
She tore her eyes off of Amon and stared straight at Michael. She mentally sighed in annoyance and in relief. In annoyance because she had to take her eyes off of him and in relief because she would get lost in those eyes of his. She turned her head to look attentive and to get her mind off of him. "Yes, I think that would do." she added with the mixed agreements.
"Okay, we head tonight. Sakaki with Karasuma, Me and Robin, and the rest of you coming. Michael, give us more details during the mission."
With that, everyone rose. Robin exited the room and walked down the steps of the office.
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He watched her walk down the office steps. She made him crazy. To crazy. So crazy that he almost losses his cool.
"Amon, come to my office."
He grunted, nodded his head, and walked to the place were Zaizen worked. Entering the room, he looked at the table in the middle of the glass paneled walls. On the very end of the table was were a computer sat. Plants decorated the room and a big black chair was were Zaizen was sitting.
"Amon, how is everything going?"
"Fine."
"I hope that..."
His mind drifted in and out of the conversation. He would hear what Zaizen would say but his mind would always go to the blonde haired witch. Her Victorian style black dress was very formal yet sexy and her hair was tightly wounded and made her look innocent. Her eyes were her best feature- emerald green. He tried to evade these thoughts, but he couldn't. 'Dammit! Listen!' In his head, he slapped himself and tuned back into the conversation.
"Thank you, Amon, that would be all. Good day."
Walking out of the office, Amon's mind slipped from the conversation and the one thing in his mind. Robin.
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Bang, bang, bang. "Robin, come on."
She rose from her bed and walked toward the door of her apartment. Amon was standing outside with his usual stare. Running back to her room, she changed into the only type of dress she had and fixed her hair. After checking once or twice on her outfit, she headed out the door, pocketing small square glasses. "Let's go Amon."
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He started the engine. He was alone, alone with the one he loved. He denied that love, but it always came back; no matter how hard he tried to get rid of it. Stopping the car, he loaded his gun and looked at their destination. The old dusty house didn't look to welcoming. The windows creaked open and shut and the curtains hung out of them. "Let's go Robin. Get ready."