My Plea/evilteddybear/a WHR fanfic/ Ch.3…

On the way back to the office all of the pain and soreness from her bruises came crashing back onto Robin like a ton of bricks, causing her to lean her head against the window of the car and let out a long sigh. She didn't have to worry about Amon asking questions, he probably didn't even notice her lack of energy.

Amon, Amon, Amon, why was she constantly thinking of Amon? Was she attracted to him? Yes. Yes she was attracted to him, but her rational mind knew that nothing could ever happen between them. Contrary to what some people might think, Robin was not a masochist. She did not enjoy pain, or trouble. Thinking of Amon in that way was only going to bring her pain and heartache. There was so much standing in-between them that even hoping for one date would be to much. He hated witches for one, not to mention the age difference, and his past relationship with her roommate. Amon was just out of her reach, yet she couldn't help wanting him despite the fact.

Was it really even Amon she wanted? Robin wished so much to feel like she was loved. God and her adoptive Grandfather were the only people that had ever loved her. Maybe she wanted Amon to fill that void in her heart. Yeah right, who was she kidding? Amon didn't have the capacity to love her even if he tried. Love was just another thing to hope for, another thing like normalcy that she had never had. Maybe she just didn't deserve to be loved.

By the time Robin had finished her train of thought they had arrived back at the STNJ. She had one stop to make, she was heading immediately to Karasuma to ask for some treatment for her bruises. They hadn't shown up yet, but she didn't want to create a stir when the purple marks became visible on her arms, and hip, and back. If only she weren't wearing Doujima's outfit. Her normal dress would have covered the bruises easily.

As the young witch hunter followed a brooding Amon into the office and everyone glanced at them once before returning to their work, she wondered why no one seemed to ever talk much around here. Especially compared to in Italy where the chatter was almost constant. She knew she was an exception, she had reasons for her silence. Yet as she thought about it she realized that besides Sakkaki there probably wasn't one person in her work place without dark secrets or a sad past, it was really depressing when you thought about it.

"Robin, did you want something?" Miho asked, snapping Robin out of her musings yet again. Her mind had developed a habit of wandering today it seemed. With a blush and a small smile the younger woman said that she had tripped and fallen down the stairs that morning and needed help treating her bruises.

Miss Karasuma was a very kind and polite woman despite her other numerous faults and immediately complied, leading Robin into the break room and sitting her down on the couch as she shuffled through the cabinets for some rubbing alcohol and witch hazel. Before you ask, witch hazel has nothing to do with actual witches, it's just a liquid solution of herbs used to treat bruises from the outside that can be found at any supermarket.

"Robin, take these to the bathroom. Rub the alcohol on any cuts to clean them and apply the witch hazel to your bruises, okay? Then give them back to me so I can put them away. I'll be at my desk."

The teen-witch turned to do as she was told, but couldn't help making a small request as she did so. "Please don't tell anyone I fell down the stairs." A reassuring smile was her only response, but she knew that Miho wouldn't tell. The older woman just wasn't a gossip.

Robin chided herself for worrying so much about such a petty problem, but she couldn't help it really. The mere thought of everything that had happened that morning turned her cheeks red in embarrassment.

As Robin started to treat her numerous bruises a deep sense of depression came over her. The poor state of her battered body only served to remind her of the poor state of her battered heart and soul. There was so much pain; physical, mental, and emotional. There was so many scrapes, so many bruises, so many wounds. Why? Why did she have to keep on going? Who hated her enough to curse her with this existence? She knew that she had been happy and that she was being melodramatic, but she was just so tired. She was tired of pretending to be strong, tired of fighting this never ending struggle, tired of hoping, tired of wanting, tired of wishing, and tired of the pain. When would it end.

After cleaning up she left the bathroom and headed out to give the medications back with her shoulders slumped and her head low. When she reached Miho's desk the brown haired hunter looked up at her and immediately began to ask questions.

"Are you crying Robin? What's the matter? Is something wrong?"

Robin began to mumble a string of excuses or apologies, but was cut off as soon as she opened her mouth by Amon's frosty voice. "Whatever it is she can suck it up and stop being a crybaby. We don't have time for your tantrums, Robin, we have a witch to hunt."

The words hit Robin like a blow. Weak? He was calling her weak again? Would her efforts never be enough? Unable to take his scorn a moment longer she turned and fled as fast as she could manage in the tight jeans. She fled out the door and down the hall, until she spotted a door. She flung it open and ran up the stairs behind it, tears streaming down her cheeks all the while. By the time she had reached the top her vision was beginning to be so blurred by tears that it was difficult to see where she was going. Opening another door she found herself on the top of the roof.

The wind whipped through her quickly and was cold, though the sun shone upon her. And all she could see in every direction was an endless blue sky. At a slower pace now, the stressed out teenager walked over to the guard railing at the edge of the roof, and sat down with her back to it. After she was settled she proceeded to curl up in a ball, with her arms around her legs and her head resting on her knees and cry for all she was worth.

Her chest was aching right around where her heart should be. An unbearable pressure was building there and she felt as if she could explode. She wanted to scream and hit her fists against the pavement at the unfairness of it all.

She didn't want to face anyone and never wanted any of her coworkers to se her in this pitiful state, yet at the same time she hoped they would find her. Wouldn't it be sad and ironic if no one was even looking for her. What if none of them cared? Or what if they passed her off for having the childish tantrum Amon had accused her of starting?

Right as her tears started to become less frequent and her shoulder-wracking sobs had softened to the occasional hiccup she heard the door to the roof open and close loudly with the squeaking of hinges followed by a large slam. Robin didn't look up to see who it was. She doubted that she could face them.

"Robin! There you are!" came Micheal's voice as he rushed toward her across the expanse of cement that separated them. After hearing a few shuffling noises Robin looked up to see that Micheal had settled next to her in a kneeling position, looking at her through worried eyes.

Her heart leapt slightly at his presence. Here was someone who could understand her. Here she may find some rare sympathy or compassion.

"Are you alright?" he inquired softly scooting closer and resting his hands on her shoulders so that they were looking at each other eye-to-eye.

Her response was to give him a small smile and ask a question of her own. "Do you think that I am weak, Micheal? Do you think that it is wrong of me to cry? You understand, don't you?"

He stared down at her for a few moments, his eyes searching her face before leaning back on his heels to answer. " Truthfully Robin, seeing you like this is a little scary. You are always so together, always the calm center of the storm, and I can't help but wonder and worry, that if there is something out there strong enough to make you cry, then what hope do the rest of us have for facing the world. I mean, if even you can't always make it through, then how in the world will the people that have broken down in the face of much less be able to handle the problems you now face?"

Robin's eyes turned hard at his answer and though she still gave him a smile, it wasn't as warm as it had been a moment before. Steeling herself she dried her tears and stood up. Then gathered her dignity and began to walk back towards the stairway as sedately as ever.

She was quiet and stony for the remainder of the day. Ignoring her coworkers all together. As soon as it was possible she gathered up her Victorian dress in a bag and took her Vespa home.

Laying in her bed that night, Robin couldn't sleep. She stared at the ceiling long into the night thinking. She thought about how once again it had been proven that she could never show weakness. There was no excuse, and there were no people that she could be weak in front of. No one would ever understand, and no one would ever accept that she was just a normal teenager who felt sadness too. No, she would suffer alone. Always alone, and though she may be dieing on the inside, she could never let anyone else know.

AN: Well what do you think? I made sure to get this chapter out in a hurry because of the delay on the last one. However I was really discouraged at the lack of reviews for the last chapter. Please do review this one. The more you review, the faster I update. Remember I don't have much self-confidence and if no one tells me otherwise I start to worry that my story sucks and there's no use in continuing it.

So, can you guess what happens next? A special treat for anyone who can!

What about the pairing? Here in the beginning chapters there isn't much romance at all, but as time goes on I plan for there to be. Should it be AmonxRobin? MichealxRobin?

And should I stop this story once my general idea gets across or should I make it into an epic fic?

I would write review responses, and I will eventually, but for now I bet you'd rather I just keep working on the story, no?

(standard disclaimers apply) All my love- evilteddybear