It had been three days since Robin's suicide, and Amon was looking terrible. His eyes stared off into oblivion as he put the cigarette to his lips, his fingers shaking. He was dressed in black and white, a black tie wrapped around his neck. It was the day of her funeral.

His eyes teared as he looked out the window. 'Goodbye, Amon. I'll love you, forever.' Tears streamed down his cheeks as he pushed himself up from the chair, walking over to the window. Thoughts of his own suicide were racing through his head. He had lost the only person he'd ever loved, because he wasn't strong enough; because he wasn't fast enough to save her.

Miho came into the doorway and crossed her arms over her chest, leaning on the wall watching Amon. She was scared that he would do something to hurt himself. Her cheeks were flustered from crying and she held a soaked tissue in her fists. "Amon…" She whispered. "…It's time."

Amon just stood there, puffing away on the cigarette. He didn't want to turn around; he didn't want to go. Because then, he would have to admit that she was really gone. He closed his eyes, choking back a sob and nodded slowly.

He threw the cigarette to the floor and crushed it with his heel. He looked to his hands and they were shaking again. He hadn't slept since before it had happened. Too many nightmares, too many fears. The only thing that he was truly ever afraid of was loosing someone he loved. And, it happened.

He turned slightly to grab his jacket and pulled it over his shoulders, buttoning it slowly. He took a deep breath. He knew Miho was still in the doorway. "Do you think she's free? …Like she wanted to be?" He asked.

Miho paused, biting her lip. "Yes, she's free."

Amon lowered his head, and tightened his eyes shut. "I hope so."

Miho sighed and walked through the corridors of headquarters, meeting up with Michael, Sakaki, Doujima, Kosaka, and Hattori. She looked over to Sakaki, who was about as worried about Amon as she was. She shook her head and grabbed her coat, walking out to the cars.

Sakaki sighed and wrapped an arm around Doujima, who was crying. "..Come on, Doujima. Let's go." He led her outside into the car, followed by both Kosaka and Hattori.

Amon wiped away the tears from his cheeks, and grabbed his coat, pulling it on as well. He turned from the window and started to walk through the building to the outside. He saw that everyone had gotten into the cars already.

He turned to see Robin's bike, and gulped. His fingers quivered to touch it; his mind longed to see her ride it just one more time. He needed to see that smile, just one more time. But, he closed his eyes and got into Miho's car, the back seat.

Miho watched him, as did Kosaka and Hattori for they were in the car with her. She sighed and snapped the car into drive and headed off towards the funeral home.

On the drive, it started to rain. The tears from the sky reminded Amon of so much. The day she got caught in the rain and her bike stalled out on her, and.. the day she went missing. His eyes teared once again, but he hid it with his dark hair falling into his face. He looked away from the window. He didn't want to be reminded of her death.

The car stopped and Miho looked back to Amon. "…We're here. Come on, Amon." She said, before getting out herself.

Amon looked up to her. He didn't want to go! He clenched his fists and got out of the car, slowly walking towards the entrance of the funeral home. His whole body was shaking.

Miho put her hand on his back, trying to soothe him. But, it onl made him flinch. He turned to look into her eyes and she stepped back, seeing the pure sorrow in his. She bit her lip. "…You'll be okay, Amon. I promise." She wrapped her arm around him and led him into the funeral.

He broke her embrace and sat at the last isle of seats. Miho sighed and walked up to where Sakaki and Doujima were, leaving Amon to himself. Obviously, that was what he wanted.

Amon sat in the chair, watching many people pass him. He looked up to the coffin, which was a beautiful oak color. He closed his eyes again, fighting not to break down; not to cry out her name. He clenched his fists as the Preacher started to speak.

"…Sena Robin…" Was all he heard.

'My Angel of Fire…' He thought. 'My Robin, why? Why did you have to die? Why couldn't I help you? I wasn't strong enough. Please, please, forgive me. I beg you. I wasn't strong enough to protect you.'

Tears again streamed down his cheeks. He looked over the many faces that were in the room, many were crying and weeping; many others on the verge.

He turned to see Zaizen coming into the funeral home. His eyes blared with anger. He pushed himself up and grabbed Zaizen, taking him outside.

Zaizen, very surprised, had no choice but to go along with him.

"You are not welcome here." Amon said, throwing Zaizen about two feet away from him.

"I did know her, Amon. And I would like to pay my respects. Is that too much to ask?"

"Yes! Goddammit! Yes, it is!" Tears rolled from his eyes. "It's your fault! It's your goddamn fault!"

"I see.." Zaizen looked down for a moment. "How am I to blame?"

"We could have killed that bastard! We could have prevented this! You stopped us from saving her!"

Zaizen's eyes hardened. "I did not stop you from saving her, Amon. You were the one that let the witch take her in the first place, now weren't you? You didn't save her."

Amon's eyes filled with fire as he threw a punch towards Zaizen. Zaizen fell back, holding his jaw. 'You didn't save her.. You didn't save her,' those words kept echoing in his head, over and over and over again.

"At least I tried!" He yelled, turning away from Zaizen and started walking towards the cars. No matter how much he didn't want to admit it, no matter how much he didn't want to face it… Zaizen was right. He didn't save her.

He slammed the car door closed as he got into the back seat again. He wanted to die. God, he wanted to be with her. He wanted to be free of his own torment.

"I'm sorry, Robin." He cried, putting his palms to his eyes. "I'm sorry!" Amon closed his eyes and wept, as silently as he could.

"Amon."

That voice… That beautiful voice. "R-Robin?" His eyes were still closed, was this a dream?

"Amon… Don't cry. Please? I am free. I am finally free. I will always love you. I promise. One day we will be reunited. One day.."

"I'm sorry, Robin." He whispered. "Please forgive me?" He saw the image of Robin in his head.

"For what? You helped me in more ways then one, Amon. Do not cry. I am with you forever. Do not blame yourself for my death, Amon. Please? I do not wish for you to live in such turmoil. You deserve a good life."

"I don't…" He paused. "I don't want to live without you beside me.."

She smiled and approached him, kissing him on the cheek. "I am always beside you, Amon."

Amon opened his eyes, which were wide. He felt the kiss. It was real. She was free, she was in heaven looking down on them forever more. She would always be with him. Tears ran from him.

"I love you, Robin." He whispered.

"Always."

Well, this is the end! I hope you enjoyed it and I am debating on whether to make a sequel or not. Thanks for all the reviews, I appreciate it dearly. Thank you, thank you, thank you.. AND! Thank You.. Hehe.