Disclaimer: I do not own Witch hunter Robin, nor do I make money off of this. I am but a fan who loves to write.

Chapter 1

Amon sat on the hood of his car, a lit smoke in hand. He glanced around the empty parking garage of the STN-J, reveling in the awareness of his being the only one there. He liked the feeling of total isolation the garage gave him, as his mood was one of silent thought at the moment.

He puffed away on his lit cigarette, as his mind seemed to be seriously preoccupied with something that was deep within himself. From his stoic face, it was not very obvious on just what he was mulling around in his head, but he seemed to be deeply contemplating whatever it was in his mind.

His mind had wandered on the young hunter called Robin. After the fall of the Factory, the STN-J had reunited after a few months once it was verified that SOLOMON was not going to be after them both, and began their work once again. Robin was placed under his charge once more, and had since moved in to his apartment with him, so he could monitor her closely. That was where his problems start.

He had promised that he would protect her, and help her ease back into the STN, as SOLOMON had decided to use the humane capturing of witches, without using them for the making of orbo, as Zaizen had done. Orbo had now been outlawed.

Robin had accepted this new roll in the organization, as she knew that witches sometimes would be dangerous. She felt more at ease with the new role, but still was a bit confused with everything that had happened.

With his charge living with him, Amon now was finding his own problems. He is the protector and mentor for this young girl, but he found himself now being drawn to her in many ways than just physically. Amon wanted her to be his, and not in the way a protector should have been for this fifteen nearing sixteen year old. Amon totally found himself lusting and wanting over the young girl. He wanted much, much more than a simple fling in the hay with this young beauty. He wanted her to know that he loves her.

More than once he had looked at her when she did not know he was. His eyes were forever noticed her fair skin that was a delicate as a china doll delicate features and observing the captivating lean body that lay under the camouflage of her long dresses, and his animalistic urges seemed to swell up quickly. He hated the fact that he was doing this, but he could not help himself, other than hide it.

The man was well aware that she was just shy of her sixteenth birthday, barely a few days from this day. He just felt that pang of needing her growing deep within himself, and that scared him a little.

With the fact of his own age, coupled with her youth, compiled with the fact that he was her protector, made him aware of the wrongness of thinking like he was. Even though he knew all of that, his feelings were right there and not waning or even moving from inside himself.

He knew that the protector he was, had to guard his young charge from one very dangerous person... Himself. He had often questioned himself time and time again, on how to protect her from himself, but he wondered for how long could he do even that? The simple conclusion was, he had to.

He finished his smoke and hopped off of his car hood, and hurriedly got in to the shiny black vehicle. It roared to life and he backed out of his stall. Heading up the ramp at a very quick speed, he hit the street and tor off into the night.

After a long while of driving on the streets of Tokyo, he stopped in front of a very tall apartment block just off of one of the main roadways that crisscrossed the city with its pavement mazes. He glanced up at the building front and turned off his car. Picking out the window he knew was his apartment, he could see that no lights were on anywhere.

He stepped out of the car and shifted his long coat around his shoulders, throwing the cigarette he had smoked while he was driving onto the road beside him. With long flowing strides, he headed to the front entrance of the building, his eyes staring blankly out in front of himself.

The apartment was peacefully quiet and stone still as the tall hunter slipped in the door. He cautiously closed the door behind himself, locking up in the process. He made sure to be as quiet as he could be, so as he did not have a chance to accidentally wake up the young girl. He left his boots beside the door as what was the custom, and padded on his socked feet inside the apartment.

Through the dimness, his cat-like eyes spotted a tall and wide bottle, a drinking glass and a container on the kitchen counter. When he would be working late with out the young hunter, like this, the girl always made sure to leave him something to eat when he worked late without her. He knew that had happened again.

He smiled and give a snuff, going over to see just what the young hunter girl had left for him this night. It was always something interesting.

Amon noticed that the bottle was whisky, along with a wide but short glass to use for a shot, was placed close together. The tupperware container with a solid blue lid sat beside the bottle, no doubt filled with something to eat. A note written on yellow legal paper layed on the lid.

He just snuffed quietly, as he picked up the paper to read by the dim light flowing through the kitchen window beside him

" Amon. Here is your supper and your drink. Wake me up when you come home. Robin." It said, in her artistic flared handwriting.

He opened the lid on the container and saw it was some type of stir-fry and a few other things that were stuffed in there. He just took a few little pinches of the food with his fingers and popped it into his mouth, while pouring a stiff shot of his firewater into the glass. She always was doing this for him, he thought to himself. It actually made him smile with her act of unconditional giving. That was just a part of her, one who always was the type to look out for others.

He left the food there on the container and headed into the front room clutching the glass and the bottle of spirits. He had found that his hunger was not yet in need to be satisfied right then, but he would eat it up later before going to bed. He glanced at the wall clock that hung just over the stove, and saw it was nearing two in the morning.

He placed the glass on the coffee table and threw of his coat on to a nearby by recliner. Taking off his gun holster, Amon draped it over the arm of the sofa, ritually leaving the hunter side of him for the time being. He stood there with his glass in hand, and his eyes went to a closed door down a short hallway just off of the living room.

Amon soon was pondering the reasons why she wanted him to wake her when he came home. Knowing the lateness of the time, coupled by his exhaustion, he just did not want to wake her right then. He logically had decided not to, for she needed her sleep after the capture that the team had made today, remembering just how hard it had been. She had done so good out on the hunt, yet the use of her powers had taxed her greatly. He had sent her home to rest, and he finished up the paperwork for SOLOMON headquarters.

He lifted his drink to his lips and took a smooth pull of the sour liquid, and savored it on his tongue for a second before swallowing. He was satisfied with the decision not to wake Robin up, he told himself and just smiled to the darkness of the living room.

He replaced the glass on the table and silently went to the door he had been looking at. He had already decided that he was not going to wake her, but he felt the need to look in and check on the young one. It was only the logical thing to do, a good protector type of thing.

Quietly, he opened the door and glanced at the bed that was situated right across from it. He was careful not to make a noise, as she leaned his head in to take his quick glance.

Robin layed there asleep under the window that had light from the street lamps cascading in to illuminated the room a tad. He sighed, as he assured himself that she was perfectly alright, and sound asleep.

The young girl layed half on her back, her long golden brown hair was flared out on the pillow. Out of her normal way of wearing it, it looked like a majestic curtain as it fanned over the pillow and onto her shoulders. He could hear her breathing was shallow and quite constant, making it clear of the soundness of the sleep the girl was in. He smiled to himself, his charge was asleep and ok..

Amon was just going to leave, when he saw the sleeping girl move to turn over a little. The sheets that covered her slipped off of her sleeping form partially as she moved. The man batted his eyes in shock, as the girl's silky naked upper body came in to view, along with a little bit of her hip. He never knew that she was in the habit of in sleeping in the nude up until right at that moment. The proof was now right there.

The young girls breast were small, yet so amazingly full and perky. Laying flat on her back, the fullness of her bosoms were evident. They did not sag over but just barely shifted a little from her chest, the pinkness of the nipples were not hard to see, even in the low light that lit up the room. For a moment, he watched them rise and fall with every breath the sleeping Robin took, causing him to sweat a little, as he felt his carnal urges come to him again.

Amon fought off his desires of just wanting to be laying there with her, his arms wrapped tightly around her slim form so he could feel her body presses against his. He forced himself to back out of the room with great speed, closing the door... knowing that if he stood there any longer, he just might act out on those urges that were bubbling.

Quickly, he returned to the coffee table in the living room, and picked up his drink. In one long pull, he emptied the glass and winced as the golden liquid burned on the way down. The shock of the bitting drink snapped him fully out of his thoughts. He fished his cigarette pack out of his coat pocket and lit one of them quickly, trying to push the vivid image of the naked girl out of his mind.

Amon poured himself another drink from the bottle, a much stronger one than his first one had been, and pumped that one back in one mouthful. He flinched again, as the sour liquid went down with a fiery slide and left the very distinctive aftertaste on his tongue. He whistled softly, and smiled, as the liquid had snapped him out of his debauched thoughts.

Taking a seat on the sofa while using the remote to turn on the television, he found the news channel and just left it there. Thinking that this would force him to think more in the real world once again, he took a long drag from his smoke and stared at the television screen.

He sat there, letting the string of news that was on numb his brain.