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Hyde A/N: Well the good news is I found my floppy disk. I didn't hide it from myself, rather I was blind and didn't see it.

I think I'm about ready to get rid of the girl with blue hair, but I'm not sure what's coming up next. Hmm. We'll have to see.

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Amon stalked down the sidewalk, muttering things about Touko's stupidity in giving the girl with blue hair his phone number. He had just changed it, and felt slightly better about it, but there was still the problem that she could find him anywhere, apparently.

The witch Amon was supposed to be hunting slipped from his mind as he contemplated ways to get rid of her. Stalking down the street of Tokyo (and scaring small children in the process) he muttered, glared, and connived. Finally, he had it. The perfect dark, elaborate plan guaranteed to get rid of her, at least for now.

He was so pleased, he gave a particularly large dog a Sullen Glare Forcing All Large Dogs of Unpleasant Dispositions To Turn Into Turnips.

The dog did not take this well, and began to hasten after Amon, growling and dragging his poor owner behind. Amon masked his distress and walked faster, placing his hand on the reassuring hard barrel of his orbo gun.

Nevertheless, the dog gained ground. Amon therefore abandoned macho restraint and (keeping his face dark and intense) began to run, his black coat flapping macho-ly about him. He threw Sullen Glares That Thrust Aside All Those Who Impede The Paths of Macho Dark Witch Hunters Fleeing From Large Dogs of Unpleasant Dispositions left and right.

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Poor Robin was having a depressing day as usual. She was out shopping for various and sundry items with a mournful, contemplative look on her face when she heard a commotion across the street.

Turning, she got the full and stunning effect of a macho profile of Amon running, with his coat billowing macho-ly behind him. She didn't even notice the dog. Her mind went into shock the moment she saw him.

She turned slightly, her eyes following him up the street. A package of rice slipped from her left hand and fell to the ground, bursting asunder, but she didn't notice. Her large mournful eyes got larger and more mournful, and a faint look of longing crept into them. She moved forward a few steps, perhaps unconsciously intending to follow him.

We will never know, however, because at that moment an anonymous man tripped over the split package of rice and sprawled headlong into her. Snapped thus rudely out of her trance, Robin fell to the sidewalk, skinning her palms. The man scrambled to his feet and hurried off, but she sat there and looked at her palms, and a single tear slipped from her eye and traced its lonely way down her cheek.

(Hyde A/N: Ahhh! Sad and Emotional Robin Scene II has wormed its way in.)

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Having finally escaped the dog, Amon climbed into the Macho Black Audi and drove to his apartment to begin preparations for his Great Macho Overly Elaborate Plan To Eliminate The Girl With Blue Hair.

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Robin walked slowly into the STN-J headquarters. Michael, Sakaki, and Doujima sat around various computers doing various and sundry work-related things. She sat next to Doujima and flipped through a file without seeing it.

Doujima looked over at her.

"What did you do to your hands, Robin?"

"Nothing, I just…scraped them. I fell," She said softly.

"Oh. Have you seen Amon?"

Robin flushed slightly as the memory came back unbidden. "Uh…yes. He…passed by. I don't know where he is now."

"Hmm. Michael, Amon hasn't called in sick, has he?"

"Not that I know of," Michael replied absently.

"I guess we'll have to put off that hunt until tomorrow if he doesn't show up," Sakaki said.

"Well, good riddance," said Doujima. "You know Robin, I still think you should hit him on the head with a mauve umbrella for that girl-with-blue-hair trick."

"It's okay," she said softly. "He apologized."

Doujima nearly choked, and her left eyebrow began to twitch. "Apologized…? Amon…? As in…'I'm sorry'?"

"Yes."

"Beware the apocalypse."

"Pardon?"

"It must be a sign of the apocalypse."

"Oh."

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Amon surveyed his apartment with a dark, macho, critical eye. He had drugged all the Bepsi and beer in his refrigerator and locked all the doors and windows except the front window. He had a large roll of packing tape sitting on the counter. A large amount of stamps were waiting handily in the drawer.

Surely she would come tonight. It seemed likely. And Amon was ready for her.

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Not a very long chapter but I didn't feel like finishing the whole thing with the girl with blue hair in this chapter, so I didn't. Feel free to have problems with that if you wish.

As a side note to St Earns who inquired, I liked Azumanga Diaoh and yes, Chiyo-chan was…hypnotically cute. I only got to see about half of them, maybe less than that, but it was strangely addictive. What I really want to do now is go back and watch WHR again. I haven't seen it in quite a while now.

Well, may turnips never do hypnotic dances upon your television,

Hyde

(Ais says: Sorry bout the wait, everybody including Hyde. I am in eternal remorse. I might also add that I had a very similar thing to Robin's Rice Bag Incident happen to me last week, except it involved a supersized bag of popcorn, a shopping cart full of both breakable and heavy foodstuffs including six dozen eggs and five cases of various soft drinks, three random people hell-bent on going through the aisle at the same time, and an unusually loud intercom. I hope the mental picture makes up for the wait.)