.:: Chapter Four ::.

Dreams


Robin

I don't know what to think anymore. I am drunk on him. I am drunk on his presence, I am drunk. So drunk.

At night I dream. Sometimes I dream that I am with him. Sometimes I dream that he will one day kill me, should my powers get out of hand. And the oddest part is that I do not mind as long as it is him that I die by. Sometimes I dream that I am in his arms and I feel so safe and secure within them. And those dreams seem so real. But then I wake up, and I am no longer within his arms.

I do not know what to do. It is all so confusing.


"You know, I don't think it's going to be such a good idea after all," Sakaki said, worriedly. He was worried about what Amon would do to them.

"Well it's too late now. Besides, it's a bit of fun for us! But it's still no fair. They get to have all the fun!" Doujima pouted.

"It's too bad we couldn't hook up a camera," Sakaki continued on.

"Yeah, but Amon would find it. And we should give them some privacy," Michael added.

"Do you think you should've put all those condoms and porno stuff in there Doujima?" Karasuma asked.

"It'll be alright. I mean you'd never know what might happen right? I hope those clothes did fit Robin though. Daddy might get a bit mad when he finds out I went on a shopping spree for her. God that girl has no sense of fashion!" Doujima shuddered.

"I think Amon will kill us for those extra stuff you put in Doujima," Michael warned.

"Oh well! Such a spoilsport."


Things were pretty much uneventful back at the apartment. Well that is, if you would call an inner turmoil uneventful. But other than that, things were, well, rather boring.

Amon sat there and watched the movie, emotionless. Or so it seemed. Robin would giggle at the odd interval, and everything seemed to be at peace.

The Shrek movie ended and it was lunch time. Perfect timing. Robin got off of the bed and headed to the kitchen to make lunch. Amon didn't know what to do. It was so awkward. Robin, once again took sympathy to Amon and told him to help her chop some vegetables for a salad and the sauce, while she worked on some spaghetti.

"I hope you don't mind that I'm making non-Japanese food," Robin apologized.

"It does not matter. It is either you or me cooking, and my cooking is terrible."

Robin smiled to herself. Here was something she learned about him. This whole trapped ordeal wasn't that bad, really, come to think of it. Well either way, she didn't regret the experience.

"Will you pass me that spoon?" Robin asked, pointing to the wooden spoon that she liked to use to stir things. Amon wordlessly passed her the spoon, brushing her fingertips. Like once before, a tingle of electricity ran up their spines, and Robin blushed.

They set the table up and ate in silence. Then Robin cleaned up, and Amon helped by drying the dishes. Once again, it was done in silence.

After everything was finished, Robin headed it to washroom, while Amon sat there, on the bed. Robin soon came out and paused at the bed and hesitated.

"Do you wish to watch another movie?" she asked.

"It does not matter."

Robin headed towards the stack and picked out a movie, and chose Jeepers Creepers 2. She thought it looked interesting. She popped the DVD into the player and took her spot on the bed. She started the movie and relaxed. This was pretty fun.

The movie started showing a boy in the fields who was then snatched by some creature. Then it moved on to show a group of young adults who were stranded in the middle of nowhere in their bus, with a flat tire. The movie showed how the creatures slowly killed some of them, how it haunted them.

When the movie finished, Robin and Amon were bored out of their wits.

"That was a most interesting movie. It was very pointless though," Robin spoke, trying to create a conversation. Sadly, Amon did not answer.

There was absolutely nothing to do here. Other than watch movies, play video games, there wasn't very much to do. There was always other.... things to do, but Amon shook his head slightly at those thoughts. Damn Doujima for planting those thoughts in his head! His mind wandered back to the condoms in his coat pocket. He mentally smacked his head against an imaginary wall. He wouldn't actually do that, oh no, it would ruin his carefully constructed image.

Amon sighed and got up from where he was sitting. He walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water from his face. He tried to get those thoughts out of his head. They weren't safe.

He stared into the mirror and saw what everyone else saw when they looked at him. He saw the cold, emotionless man. But he saw a flicker of something in his eyes. He saw emotion. Never mind that it wasn't a positive emotion, never mind that it wasn't of joy, but it was emotion nevertheless. He frowned. This couldn't be right. He shouldn't be seeing that. He had kept his emotions hidden for so long, so well, no matter what. What had caused his shields to crumble slowly? It was a stupid question. There was only one answer. Robin.

Robin was tired. She hadn't slept so well last night. Sure, she did sleep a lot better than Amon did, but she didn't sleep well compared to usual. Dreams plagued her, nightmares haunted her. There were her usual dreams, the ones where she felt safe in his arms. There were her usual nightmares where Amon would kill her because of her craft. Then there were the new ones. Robin blushed at the thought of them. She would dream of him, laying next to him, huddled in his arms after a night of love making. Her blush deepened. She shouldn't be having dreams like these. She was still so young. But she longed for his touch. She longed to be held in his arms. It was a longing so intense, so alive, Robin just wanted to scream, to let go of her emotions. She wanted to act on impulse, but her fear of rejection kept her from acting.

So tired.... Robin was just so tired. She was tired of these emotions, these emotions she had never felt before. She had been fighting them ever since the first time she had met Amon that day, in Harry's. She closed her eyes and laid back on the bed, falling into a deep, dark sleep.

Amon stepped out of the room and found Robin sleeping. He moved about carefully, as to not disturb her. He hesitated a little but then headed towards the bed to cover Robin with the comforter. He headed towards the kitchenette and made himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table at the kitchenette.

What is the point of all this? He thought. Do they try to set Robin and me together? It would be dangerous and stupid. But.... He sighed. He was torn. Torn between choosing to love Robin because of the person she was or hating Robin because she was a craft user. For the only time since he was a child, he felt confused. He did not know what to do.

There will be no good of this. If Robin should lose control of her craft, then I must kill her, and to do that.... Amon was caught in anguish. He wanted to scream at the unfairness of it all. He wished that he'd know what to do, like usual. It was just so foreign to him, he didn't know what to do.

Robin tossed in her sleep. From a peaceful sleep came one haunted by nightmares. It was the same dream again.

Robin was threatened. She was scared, hurt and in pain. She lost it all, she lost control of her craft. Only for a moment when she had been tortured mentally and physically. But that moment had been enough.

She was surrounded by the hunters. She was surrounded with no where to go. The guns the hunters had were filled with bullets loaded with pure Orbo. It would kill her, it would torture her even more than she had already been.

From the darkness stepped out Amon.

Robin choked. Amon.

"Amon! Don't kill me! Please!" she whispered, her voice hoarse. Tears fell from her eyes, blurring her vision.

Amon ignored her words, his eyes glittering icily. Without a word he cocked the gun he held in his hand. It was hopeless. The hatred for witches that burned in Amon's heart was just too great.

She closed her eyes, waiting for the gun to go off. Amon tightened his grip on the trigger and....

Amon turned his head towards the bed when he heard noises coming from Robin.

"Amon.... Don't.... Please...." he heard her whisper in her sleep. He saw her toss and turn. He heard the silent cries. He sensed the tears on her face and knew that he was somehow the cause of them. In a moment he guessed what she was dreaming of. She was dreaming that he would kill her.

Robin woke up just as the gun went off in her dream. She sat up and found her face wet with tears. The dream had seemed so real, like all the others. Remembering where she was, she quickly hid her face and the tears, knowing that Amon wouldn't be in the bathroom.

She took a couple of deep breaths and calmed down a bit. Realizing that she had the comforter on top of her, she realized that Amon had covered her. She was touched. It was something Amon wouldn't normally do. Robin glanced at her watch It was six. Dinner time. She sighed. She didn't feel like cooking, but if she didn't, who would? Amon couldn't cook.

Amon sensed that she didn't want to cook. He got up from his spot on the chair and took out two cups of Ramen. He filled them up with boiling water and waited away. Then taking two pairs of chopsticks he headed over to Robin and handed her a cup and a pair of chopsticks. She nodded at him, grateful.

The night wore on, and the rest of the evening was spent in silence. Robin popped another movie into the DVD player and they watched that together like the rest of the day.

When the movie was finished, Robin got up and took a shower, coming out in her pajamas once again. Like the night before, Amon glanced up at her, took a silent gulp and knew that it was going to be a long night. Then he went to take a shower to clear the thoughts in his head that kept popping into his head.


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Thanks to the following reviewers!

Meeko Melodie: I'm glad you like it!

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Saiichan: I'm sorry about the cliffhangers, but actually cliffhangers are what keeps people coming to read, right? I mean you always want to know what happens next!

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Koharu-Soma: I agree with you on both things. School work is awful! And torturing poor Amon is fun too!