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Hyde A/N: The great dramatic conclusion to the getting rid of the girl with blue hair has arrived. All hail.
All: --hail—
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The long awaiting knock on the door. Amon bolted to his feet, and then walked sedately (yet darkly) to answer it.
He was inwardly disappointed (although he refused to admit it to himself) when it proved to be only a pizza guy with the wrong apartment number.
Amon stalked back to his couch. Surely she would come. Surely.
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"Heading home, Doujima?" Karasuma asked.
"Yep."
"Me too. I should stop by and check on Amon on my way. He never showed up today. Oh, rats, I can't, I'm supposed to tape something for a friend and it's coming on in ten minutes."
"Well, I can't," said Doujima. "I don't think he would let me in anyway."
There was an uncomfortable silence. Partly just to ease it, Robin said softly, "I will."
"Oh, thank you, Robin," said Karasuma. "I owe you one."
"No problem," Robin said softly, trying to sound sincere.
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Another knock on the door. Amon walked wearily towards it, half expecting another pizza guy.
But upon opening it, there she was, in all her blue-and-denim glory. He motioned her in, and locked the door behind her.
As he had calculated, she went straight for his refrigerator. Pulling out a Bepsi and opening it, she chugged it and disposed of the can.
"I'd like a word with you," she said.
He merely looked at her, giving no dissuasion or encouragement.
"What were you…" Here she seemed to lose her place and fall into a trance as the fast-acting sedative took hold. Amon strode quickly and darkly to a closet and pulled out a large ventilated box. He placed it behind her and she sank into it, mumbling incoherently before dropping off to sleep.
Immediately, Amon took action. He closed the lid, and sealed it with the large amounts of packing tape that he had on hand. After assuring himself that she had no route of escape, he began to cover the box with stamps. When he judged the number was sufficient, he hefted the box, carried it macho-ly to his car, and headed for the post office at a high, macho rate of speed.
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Robin stared unseeingly at the file. She couldn't put it off any longer.
"Michael, I'm leaving," she told the hacker softly.
He made no response, his headphones turned up to maximum volume and waffle fries in his mouth.
"Michael," she said, slightly louder. Still nothing. She went over and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Huh? Whuh?" he turned around sharply, startling her. He pulled his headphones off one ear.
"I'm leaving."
"Okay. Whatever."
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Amon returned to his apartment, a dark, smirk-like, slightly akin to a smile-ish expression on his face. The girl with blue hair was on her way to Luxembourg, first class.
He went to his fridge and pulled out a Bepsi. He'd already taken a large macho slug before he remembered that they were drugged. He threw the can against the wall in frustration. Brown liquid seeped down the wall and soaked into the carpet.
He felt a little woozy, but tried to convince himself that he wasn't. It worked, sort of. Amon is good at not admitting things to himself.
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Robin stared at Amon's door and tried to force herself to knock. It wasn't working.
Inside, she heard a muffled thump. (Unbeknownst to her, Amon had just run into a wall when aiming for a doorway.) Worried, she knocked before she even knew what she was doing.
About three minutes and two thumps later, the door opened.
"Robin."
"Uh, you weren't at work today…" she trailed off, overcome with embarrassment.
"Was Miho worr…ied?" he asked.
Robin noticed the slight hesitation, and was confused for a moment. Then she realized she hadn't replied.
"Yes."
"I'm fine…I had…some business to takecare…of."
"Amon, are you…okay?"
"I'm fine."
There was an awkward pause.
"I'm fine," Amon said again.
Another even more awkward pause, with some confusion on Robin's part.
"I'm fine," Amon said again, more to himself this time.
"Amon…"
"I'm fine!" he snapped. "I'm fine…" He wandered away, leaving the door open.
Robin peered in. Something was wrong. Amon never wandered. She noticed the brown stain on the wall, but didn't know what to make of it.
She watched as Amon bumped into the couch.
"Oomp. I'm fine…" he said.
He set off in another direction. Robin rushed forward and stopped him before he could run into the kitchen sink.
"I'm fine," he told her.
She guided him toward his couch. "Sit down," she said gently.
He sat down carefully. "I'm fine," he repeated again. He leaned back, and drifted off to sleep, mumbling incoherently in what might have been Arabic.
Robin was about to leave when she looked back and saw the Bepsi stain. She found an ancient moth-eaten sponge under his sink and cleaned it for him. Then she left, closing the door softly behind her.
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There we are. One more chapter done. I wonder how far it's going to go. This is…uh…23. And I have an idea for the next nuisance. Who knows.
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May mushrooms never blossom under your kitchen sink,
Hyde
(Ais is taking bets on whether or not the next nuisance will be Amon vs. The Pasta Bar. But that's just Ais. You know… her poor innocent brain and stuff… --sigh—)