Hey, people! Now, on the way back from school a few days ago, I was thinking about the fic and the part when Amon, Robin and friends are laughing and Amon said something totally OOC to Robin... IT WAS EATING ME APART! GAH! I HATE that line that he says! YUCK! Luckily, I'm creative enough to fix it! I won't tell you how, so, you'll have to keep on reading! Muaha!
Oh, and another thing, I'm getting tired of typing "-chan" and "-san" and other stuff like that all the time! Can you guys just pretend like they're still there?
Ookie, now for profiles... Hmm... I think I'll do Yurika Doujima.
Lily of the Valley
Hello. I am Yurika Doujima, and you may know me as Haruto's rich blondie girlfriend who loves to shop! My father, Shuichi Doujima, is the C.E.O. of some famous company, I forgot the name, and my mom, Naru Doujima, is a very well-known fasion designer. They're always so busy... I bet that they hardl remember my name... They actually missed my grade 8 graduation.. Do you believe that? I never actually told Haruto about it, though, because... Well, he's such a happy person all the time. I don't want to bring him down with my troubles. I just wish they'd pay attention to me.. Maybe that's why I became like this in the first place. I used to be a real tomboy, you know. I thought that by changing to greatly, they'd notice me, but my plan failed.. Although, I did end up liking being the blonde girly-girl. And I got more boys to notice me. I guess that Haruto stood out the most because, unlike any of the other guys who only payed attention to the way I looked, Haruto looked at the big picture. Both the inside and outside. I just wish that I could get my parents to notice me too...
I'm getting very lazy.. Maybe I'll just tell you whan each kinesis is when they come. lol
DISCLAIMER: I STILL DO NOT OWN WITCH HUNTER ROBIN, INU YASHA, .HACK/SIGN, CARDCAPTOR SAKURA, OR THEIR CHARACTERS! I DO, OWN ANY NEW CHARACTER'S YOU'LL SEE THAT DON'T BELONG TO ANY OF THOSE ANIME, BUT I'M TOO LAZY TO LIST.
'How much longer?'
An impatient young half-dog man in grade 10 anxiously glanced at the clock every chance he had. The Head of the Math Department, one of the school's grade 11 home room teachers, and this unfortunate dog-boy's math teacher: Kosaka-sensei. He just seemed to drone on and on until his words were just about unable to reach Inuyasha Hanyou's cute canine ears. Inuyasha's eyes, however, were glued to the clock on the wall. 10 seconds left...
'9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2...'
DING! The dog-boy jumped from his seat and joined his friend who sat two rows away from him, the perverted boy who claimed he was a committed Buddhist, Miroku Houshi. Miroku was just packing his 9 cm thick math text book into his shoulder bag when Inuyasha came to him.
"Hey, Miroku!" called his white haired friend. "Hurry up! I'm starving!
"Yeah, yeah, okay. Just let me put this away." he said, stuffing a notebook into his bag and heaving it onto his shoulder. He turned to see Tsukasa Minamoto and Akemi Shimokita, whose nickname online was Mimiru, standing outside the classroom door, waiting for them to come out.
"What took you so long?" asked the white haired grade 9 boy as soon as they arrived.
"My apologies. My math text book took up much room in my bag and I still had to stuff in my notebook."
"Well, let's go before the line to the microwave gets too big! I have to warm up my food."
"Aw, you'll be all alone, Akemi." Tsukasa said. "The rest of us are buying." The group began to walk to the school cafetorium.
"Maybe I could stay with you." Miroku winked.
"Ew!" Akemi squealed. "Hentai!"
Inuyasha rolled his eyes while Tsukasa sweatdropped. When they came to the caf., Tsukasa went to buy lunch with Miroku and Inuyasha volunteered to stay with Akemi. He was actually buying his lunch, but gave his money to his friends so that he could keep his brunnette friend company.
Tsukasa and Miroku passed the time by talking about rather randome topics. Somehow, it became a conversation about girls and such, and Miroku thought himself an expert on the topic. The younger white-haired listened begrudgingly.
"And that's when you can take it a step forward... If you get what I'm talking about." Miroku explained. Tsukasa groaned.
"Oh, dear Lord.." The boy's eyes wandered and he spotted a pretty young girl in 10th grade who Miroku had his eyes on for a long time, but considering the fact that he so shamelessly flaunted his perverted side, it was a surprise that he never had the courage to ask out... Sango Taijiya. "Hey, Sango!"
"Hm? Oh, hi Tsukasa. Miroku." Sango smiled pleasantly and Tsukasa could almost hear the older boy's heart melt with admiration.
"Hey, Sango. So, how are you?" the Buddhist boy began.
"I'm okay. My English classes are terrible though... We have to write these reports on things in English... Japanese is so much easier." she sighed then.
"Yeah, English is a weird one." Tsukasa added.
Miroku blushed, looking as though his mouth were sewn shut and he was trying to force something out of it. Tsukasa looked worried and Sango just cutely tilted her head in confusion.
"Miroku? Daijoubu desu ka?" (Miroku, are you alright?) she asked.
"Oh.. I.. I mean..." Miroku closed his eyes, his face turning beat red. "Sango.. You're looking very nice this morning!" he was even more flushed than ever. Tsukasa grinned, but with a kind of 'don't screw this up!' look on his face.
Sango's angelic face turned pink. "Umm.. Thank you, Miroku." closing her eyes, she grinned. "You know, you're not so bad! Everyone always tells me you're perverse bu--"
She was cut off by a squeezing feeling on her backside. She then glared at Miroku, who now clenched her rear in his hand with a pleased look on his face. Tsukasa's smile disintegrated. With one swift slap along with the word "HENTAI!" , Miroku was rewarded with a big red mark in the shape of a hand on the side of his face and one thoroughly ticked off woman.
After the trio had bought thier lunches plus Inuyasha's, they found the dog-boy and girl nicknamed Mimiru, who was just warming up her pizza. Once she was finished, they all found a spot to sit in. Sango, of course, made sure that she was on the side opposite to Miroku. The Buddhist laughed nervously. Tsukasa sighed and Inuyasha looked totally oblivious, as usual.
"So..." Akemi said just to break the tense air between the two. "So, did anyone here finish the math assignment yet?"
"No." Inuyasha replied. "Are you kidding? Kosaka-sensei made it so long, I'd be surprised if ANYONE finishes it!"
Just then, a tall brunnette made his way over to the group.
"Hey." he said.
"Hi, Shunji." they replied.
Shunji Nagira. A tall, brown-haired grade 12 boy who, surprisingly, was half brother of none other than Amon Ra. This was not a shock because Shunji was particularly ugly. Actually, he was pretty average looking. It's just that he was normal person average and Amon was more movie star average. They were on two different levels, and you would think that if they were related, they would both be just as attractive. The group smiled as the 12th-grader sat down between Akemi and Miroku.
"So, what's up?"
"Nothing much." Inuyasha replied.
"How's Amon?" Akemi asked, turning slightly pink. Sango and Tsukasa suppressed a laugh.
"He's fine. I spoke to him yesterday..." Shunji seemed to be inquiring about something in his mind, but it was a little hard for him to put them into words. Finally, he said, "Hey guys... Have any of you been around him lately?"
"Yeah, we crossed each other in the halls and I asked him how much longer we had to buy those tickets for that dance thing on Friday... Why?" Sango asked.
"Umm... Well, did you notice something... strange about him?" Shunji asked.
"Like what?"
"... Did he.. smell weird to you?"
Sango almost laughed. The entire table looked at Shunji like he was crazy. "What?"
"Did he smell weird?"
Sango shook her head. "No, he smelled just fine..." A look of confusion appeared on her face. "What, do you mean like bad weird?"
"No, just... not normal. Like, it's extremely subtle, but he smelled a bit like a perminent marker the last time I talked to him. You know, toxic."
"Well, I didn't notice it."
"Hmm.. I could be going insane or something..." Shunji looked down at his Japanese noodles.
Sango thought for a moment. "Although, I did notice that he was wearing much more cologne than usual. Maybe that's what you were smelling."
"Yeah, maybe."
'Why won't it come out?'
After school, Amon went straight to the shower to try to wash this toxic smell from the orbo off. He was now standing in his room with a towel on, trying various items to help hide the smell. He was sure that people probably did not notice it much, but he had a very good sence of smell and the scent made him sick to his stomach.
'Dammit... Dammit..'
He glanced over at the orbo gun sitting on his night stand. Why couldn't he just use his powers instead of this terrible thing his principal had given him? The toxic smell of the evil fluid made his sickness worsen and he felt slightly dizzy. No wonder he remembered throwing up right after the men of the STN-J killed his father.
'Speaking of throwing up...'
Unable to take the smell any longer, he burst open his bedroom door and made a break for the washroom. Upon hearing her son's rush, Isis became worried and walked toward where she had heard him run off.
"Amon? Amon, are you alright?" she knocked on the door, but stopped when she heard sickening sounds emitting from inside. "Amon?"
"I..! I'm f--" he was interupted when another sick sound erupted from his throat followed by a series of coughs. Isis' anxiety increased.
Amon was feeling the worse he'd ever felt in his life. It was just like how he felt years ago after his father was hunted. His stomach churned angrily... His throat spewed up whatever it was he had eaten... Amon thought of a way that he could take this to school as Principal Zaizen had instructed him without having to rush to the washroom every five seconds. Then, feeling sick again, he leaned back over the sink, expecting another unpelasant surprise. Isis was getting extremely discomforted now.
"Amon, can you open the door? You do have your towel on, right?"
"I'm fine!" Amon snaped. "Just go!" Why did she always have poke her nose into his business? He was a big boy and could take care of himself. What did she care, anyway?
He turned on the bathroom fan and used the spraycan to cover the smell. Slowly, the tall boy began to feel a little better.
Isis stood in front of the door for a few seconds, then returned to where she previously was, clearly hurt and blinking back tears.
'He hates me... He hates me so much...'
After about fifteen minutes, Amon emerged from the washroom upon finding some strong cologne he'd accidentally left in there about a week ago (he's so unorganized...). When he first got it from his grandmother, who's sence of smell lacked much to be desired, he thought it was too strong for him to wear. But if he didn't cover the orbo smell with something, he would probably be sent to the hospital after a teacher would think he were having a bad asthma attack. He then steped into his bedroom.
'But why didn't the smell bother me when I first got it?' he inquired to himself. 'Maybe the more I'm around it, the worse it begins to smell... But what will that mean in the future? I should speak to the principal about this.'
His mind wandered off to memories of that conversation. He still almost couldn't believe he had the same killer from years ago in his possesion.
"What am I supposed to do with this?"
"What do you think you're to do with it?" the elderly man spun in his chair so that his back faced the young man by the door.
"Principal... If I may, why do you trust me with this job?"
Zaizen grinned.
"You are very talented, Mr. Ra. You are the only student in this school I know of who can effortlessly control two crafts... Aerokinesis and you see preminitions in your dreams... It is rare, one who possesses both, you know."
Amon nodded.
"I chose you because you are strong and because your power will come in handy when finding the Adam, Eve, and Lilith of Witches. You should be able to see who they are in your dreams."
Amon nodded once more. "Yes, that has happened, but I could never see thier faces..."
"Keep trying, Amon, and report to me when you've found something. Or, you may also fell free to act however you see best fit and report to me afterward. If there is nothing further you'd like to discuss, you're dismissed."
After he was finished dressing, Amon was tired and fell asleep. Maybe he would see what he had been waiting for at last. Sure enough, he appeared in the school ground, poised and ready to attack an unknown figure in front of him. He recognised this part from previous dreams and knew what would happen next. The wind whisped around him. The trees danced, caught in it's movements. He could no longer take the chance of waking up.
'Show yourself!' he shouted.
'Are you sure... Are you sure that you are ready to look upon the face of the Lilith of Witches?'
What did the figure mean? He had been waiting for this for a long time.
'Of course!'
A feminine form steped out of the shadows. Her black hair flowed in the wind as a dark aura surrounded her. She looked into the face of the now horrified Amon.
'N-no... It can't be! I.. I can't kill you!'
'I warned you... Amon, you must--'
'What? I must what?'
'You must... kill me. I will only do more bad than good and you know it...'
Amon shivered. What should he do?
'I can't...'
'You have to! Are you a mouse or a man?'
Amon did not answer.
It had been weeks since Robin and Hitomi had first become friends. They often came over to each other's apartments for homework or just for fun. Today, they were doing homework in Hitomi's room. All of the adults were out. Meanwhile, Amon was having a dilema. He sat alone in his room for a long time, waiting for Robin to leave. About an hour later, when he was certain he heard the front door open and close, he picked up the orbo gun.
'It's for the best...' he told himself, fighting everything in him that screamed about how wrong what he was about to do was.
He made his way down the hall with the gun hidden behind him. He slowly opened the door and peaked inside. It was dark. That ment she was asleep. Swiftly and noiselessly, he made his way to the foot of the bed. Amon lifted his gun and aimed, but a thought struck him. What would he do once his aunt, uncle, and mother came home? Perhaps he could open the window... Leave everything in disarray... Inflict wounds upon himself... Call the police... Blame it on a false criminal... A criminal that did not exist... Mourn her death just as if a murderer really did enter thier home...
"Amon..." said a voice. He looked around quickly. His sleeping cousin was still deep in slumber. He then turned to a little area on the floor where there were many sheets and a pillow. Robin. Amon's eyes widdened. Why was she not home? The two of them must have fallen asleep while working. she must have called home and asked to stay here. Amon froze, gun still ready to shoot.
"Amon, what are you doing?" she asked him. The tall boy remained silent. The school girl's tired eyes soon began to focus and she could make out the shape of the weapon. "A.. a... gun..." her expression was that of a thoroughly frightened one.
"Robin... Just forget you saw anything!" he said sternly, not wanting to have to turn his gun on her as well.
"What's that smell?" she asked suspiciously, covering her nose. Amon was surprised. It looked as though the smell of the orbo was thoroughly bothering her, but she wasn't as powerfull as he, was she? She shouldn't be able to smell it at all. Maybe she would notice it somewhat in her later years, but not now.
"N-no! Amon! Don't do it!" Robin screamed, eyes flashing red. "I won't allow you! Inferno Soul Bird!"
A bird of fire flew toward the black haired young man, but it was blocked by the aura or the orbo around him. Robin was shocked. Never had she seen such a thing before. Hitomi stirred in her sleep.
"Hitomi! Wake up!" Robin yelled.
"No, stop!" Amon shouted and ran swiftly toward her. He grabed the poor girl so that she could not escape and held his hand on her mouth. She struggled to get free and tried to cry for help, but he was much stronger than she. Robin began to cough a little due to the orbo being so near her. Amon pointed the gun at her.
"Robin... I don't want to do this, but I will if you force me to."
The blonde haired witch froze, the only thought going through her mind: 'How could you?'. Could he be serious? Could he really be this heartless? To kill one of the only people in the world who believed that his heart truly did run with warm blood and not sub-zero water? Her eyes filled with tears that trickled down her face like heavy rain. She felt so weak... So helpless...
Using the hand that had previously been covering Robin's mouth, Amon got hold of both her arms and pulled her tightly toward his body so she could not escape. He aimed precisely at his sleeping cousin.
"Hitomi.. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." Amon said. He was about to fire, but something within him pleaded for him not to continue. Robin tried to stop him by getting away from his powerful grip, but it was to no avail. She began to call for help. He needed to work quickly.
"Amon!" she shouted. "How can you do this? People always told me you were heartless and I did not want to believe them because I.. I liked you!"
Amon's eyes widdened and he directed his attention at the screaming girl.
"But now I know.. You're not heartless, you're worse.. You're a murderer!"
Amon's heart skipped a beat. He'd been called many things in his life and many he'd been able to shrug off, but none of those hurt more than this. His vision began to blur. His body trembled. Both utter hurt and rage built within him.
"Shut up!" he said. "Just shut up! You know nothing, Robin! Nothing!"
She looked up at him, surprised at what she saw. The rock hard, impenetrable fortress that was Amon's wall was shattered. She saw that his eyes were getting glossy. But then, why was he going this? It was appearant that he didn't want to. Could it be that he has no other choise?
Something inside of him repeated that this had to be done, and if not by him, by someone else. Amon couldn't have that. He couldn't have some frightening man in black come and put his cousin through terror before her death. Atleast this way she would die peacefully in her sleep. Robin knew she had to do something, but what? What could she do? He had the upper hand here.
Hitomi began to toss in her sleep, a sure sign she was about to awaken. He closed his eyes... and just as Hitomi sat up, pulled the trigger...
"AMON, STOP!"
EEP! Finally! Some action in this story! Anyways, you'll see my little cover up later. Until then, worry about poor Hitomi!