Disclaimer: I do not own Witch Hunter Robin, however nice that would be. I mean, honestly, Amon is one nice piece of animated eye candy. Heh.
.: Chapter One :.
Ruse
Amon
There was something about her -- something so different from everybody else that drew me to her. I've never met someone quite like her in all the years of my life.
It wasn't her soft blond hair that drew me. And it certainly wasn't her thin, waif's body either. Nor was it her pretty face. No. I could've found someone who was more beautiful than her. But they wouldn't have had that something that attracted me to her.
It was definitely her demeanor, the combined maturity and innocence in her that others didn't have. And if anything, it was her eyes. It was as if, with those eyes she could peer into the deepest, darkest corner of my soul. With those big, doe eyes, full of intelligence and acceptance, she bore into my very heart, and slowly melted the ice around it. Around her, I can feel almost human again.
And every day becomes a struggle at hiding that which I had kept hidden with ease for so long.
Amon stepped out of his black sports car, with Robin following his lead. He had parked the car a couple of meters away from their destination, as not to draw too much attention. He reached his hand into his black trench coat where it rested on the loaded Orbo gun inside it.
Robin got out her glasses and put them on, ready to use her craft.
According to Michael, their target was Dwayne Mason, 34 years old -- Japanese-American accused of embezzlement and the deaths of three victims through the use of his craft, the manipulation of super sonic waves. Their target was last known to be renting an apartment in a building on the outskirts of the city.
"Ok, the witch was last seen entering his apartment room, number 1013, on the tenth floor. I think you guys can go ahead and take the elevator, it wouldn't do you any good to take the stairs," came Michael's voice through their earpiece. "Sakaki, Doujima and Karasuma have arrived. They've covered all three entrances. You're free to go ahead."
Amon and Robin walked towards the elevator, located in the lobby of the apartment building. Entering the elevator, Robin pressed the button for the tenth floor. The elevator was quick and they reached the tenth floor in no time.
They quietly walked towards the door of apartment 1013. Amon pulled out his Orbo gun. He nodded to Robin that he would go in first. Opening the door slowly, he entered, gun pointing. Robin quickly followed.
Amon frowned -- the room was empty. It was a one-room apartment, where there was one room to serve as the living room and bedroom with a small sectioned off kitchenette. Off to the side was a closed door, which they assumed was the bathroom. The main room was empty, so they headed towards the closed door.
Amon slowly opened the door to reveal an empty bathroom with a shower/bathtub, a sink, and a toilet. Nobody was there. But before they could even turn around, they heard the door slam.
The two quickly ran out the bathroom to find that the main door was closed. Amon turned the doorknob to open the door, but found that it wouldn't open.
"Michael! What's the location of the witch?" Amon quickly asked through headset.
"Witch? There was never a witch to start with. It was all just a ruse to get you and Robin there," Michael replied. Amon and Robin heard the smugness in his voice. Amon frowned and Robin looked puzzled.
"What is going on? Explain right now," Amon demanded.
"Well, we're all getting tired of the way you and Robin act around each other, so we're locking you guys up until January 1st," Michael explained.
Amon did a quick calculation. Today was December 12th. That was about three weeks.
"And what have you told Zaizen and the Chief?" Amon asked coolly and calmly.
"We told them that you and Robin were on Christmas vacation."
"And he believed you?" Amon asked disbelievingly.
"Er, yes." Amon had a feeling that Michael wasn't telling him everything, but he let it drop.
Suddenly, the two could hear Michael talking to someone else; it sounded like Doujima. Finally, Doujima's voice appeared in the headsets.
"Hello you two! I hope both of you will have fun in the next three weeks! Boy, you guys sure get all the fun! Well, anyway, we brought some of your stuff, which you'll find next to the couch, which also happens to be a pullout bed. There's food in the fridge, and you'll find cups and plates in the cupboards." Robin could picture Doujima winking at them.
"Oh and in the entertainment shelf, underneath the TV you'll find some extra sheets, pillows, and some special stuff. Michael says to tell you to not bother trying getting out. The doors are secured. Don't bother climbing out the windows or you'll fall and kill yourselves. And then how would we explain that to Zaizen? And don't waste your Orbo bullets, Amon. Well, I'll leave you two to figure things out! You guys can use your cell phones to call us if you need anything and you can try to call somebody else, but we've got both your phone networks rigged so no one will answer. Bye-bye!"
And with that the connection was dead. The two were now stuck in a nearly abandoned apartment building, together. Amon mentally groaned. Could things get any worse?
Author's Notes: Well, this story was my first attempt at Witch Hunter Robin fanfiction, and I'm surprised it kept going for so long. I left it dead for a long time at chapter 17, because I just couldn't come up with anything, and at the moment, I still can't. So to make up for it, I'm going through all the chapters and perhaps rewrite a few. To people who have never read this since its first few chapters were posted, enjoy. And to others who have, thank you so very much for reading!
