Chapter 5- Not so clear...

Amon was up rather early the next morning, the sun was barely breaking the darkness in the sky.

He had found himself wide awake for some reason, at the tender time of five thirty. Not liking just to lay there in the partial darkness of the morning time, he just got up and dressed and went to the kitchen to quietly read the paper that would had been left on the threshold of his apartment by now.

Before he went to the kitchen, he decided that he had to look in on his very drunk charge. He knew that her first drunk would be a rough one for the naive young thing.

She was still laying on her side, right where the man had left her the night before. She seemed to had not moved an single inch, the pail seemed to be unused at the bedside. He chuckled, as that usually meant that the person was going to have one whopper of a hangover when they woke up. Robin was in for one hell of a treat, if that old wives tale was true, he told himself with a inward chuckle.

He closed the door quickly, knowing that he did not have to wake her for quite some time. That would be good, as sleep was one of the best things for a hangover usually. He hurried to grab the paper and make some coffee. Whenever the girl finally had woken up, she would inevitably be needing a strong cup of coffee to try and arrest the pains her head was in for.

He hurried back to the kitchen, as the thought of a fresh cup of coffee and a smoke made him move rather quickly. He retrieved the paper from outside the door and went to sit in the stillness that hung in the apartment.

A few hours later, he heard a door open and heard a very quiet groan. He chuckled low in his chest, as he knew that Robin was up and mobile. The question was now how was she feeling right now. That would not be long to be answered

The girl came in to the kitchen on very stiff legs, her movement was staggered at best. She was wrapped in a sheet from her bed over her dress, clutched tightly around herself. She had put down her hair, and it was definitely not a good look for her today, as it was all disheveled and fly away. Her eyes were red and blood shot, her pallor was almost ivory white and nearly see through. Deep dark rings encircled the normally cool toned green eyes, the eyelids were more than just droopy too. She was a interesting sight to see.

Amon just look at the shell of the girl, and fought off the urge to crack a mirthful smile. She did look like what he did after his first hangover, he thought to himself.

" How do you feel today?" Amon asked, keeping his booming voice down a few notches.

The young girl looked at him for long moments, as if her brain needed some time to translate what the man had just said. She shook her head, now realizing what the man had just said finally.

" I feel ..." She said, as she fumbled for words. " Just awful!"

" Like the flu, only worse?" He said, giving some words for her to use.

" It feels worse than a bad flu..." She commented, with a painful sounding sigh. " I feel like... dead or something."

He nodded his head, as he empathized with the girl. She looked like the dictionary definition of the meaning of hangover should be.

" Once you get some coffee in you, you'll feel much better." He said, standing to get a cup for the girl. "Hopefully then you will be able to eat something.

The lass seemed to gag a little with the man's suggestion, her face turning whiter than it had been.

" Food? No." She said, making a face at the thought. " Just coffee please... I hope that will help." She said, plopping herself in one of the kitchen chairs. " I feel like my whole body is complaining all at once." She rubbed her forehead lightly with a hand. " I have a headache like you would not believe."

" That I can understand..." He said, setting the steaming cup of coffee in front of the young girl. " You had quite a bit to drink for your first time."

Robin looked up at the man, questioningly.

" How much is that?"

" Three or four full tumblers full by the count I had kept." He said, with a stifled smirk. " That is a hell of a lot for your very first time."

She leaned her elbows on the table and put her head in her hands. A soft groan came out of the girl, as she sat there for long moments.

" Never again." She said through her hands, groaning slightly.

Amon turned back to refill his mug, as the girl just sat silently at the table. He knew just how she was feeling right then. Hangovers are not very fun, but were a reason not to drink anymore, he thought back to his own thoughts after he had came to from his first time.

He had just filled his mug, when he heard a gasp come from Robin. He turned, wondering just what had made the girl do it. He saw her face was one of pure shock, as she looked right at him.

" I kissed you." She said flatly, with her hand over her mouth. She paused, and blushed. " You kissed me back."

Amon stood there frozen to the spot. He did not know just what to say to reply, as he could not believe that she had remembered it in the first place. All he could do was look at her sheepishly, word were not coming out of his mouth.

Robin stood up and walked over to the man, her eyes never leaving his.

" You did kiss me back..." She said, her face red as a ripened tomato.

" I did.." He said, his heart pounding in his chest like it had been the night before. This time it was because of the strange reaction from the girl. " I was wrong to do that."

Robin's face went blank, as she looked at the man.

" You did not want to kiss me?" The green eyes crafter asked, a tear building in the corner.

" It was wrong of me to kiss you, Robin." He said, trying to make himself more clear.

" I kissed you?" She responded. " Didn't I?"

He nodded, agreeing with the young teen in front of him. He could see her mind trying to make sense of it all.

" You just did not want to kiss me?" She said, her voice shaking a little with emotions.

" It was wrong of me to kiss you like that. Your just a kid, for Christ's sake." He sighed deeply.

The teens eyes widened, as she stood there. Looking at the man, she was feeling frustrated with him outright.

" You did not answer me, Amon." She said, straightening up to look right into his dark peepers.

" I did answer you..." Growled Amon in frustration with the girl, yet he was finding himself surprised with his own reaction though

" You just said I was a kid." She said, her voice venomously spat at him. " I am sixteen now, I am a woman in some cultures... yet you won't even answer my question."

Amon grumbled a little, as the girl stood right in front of him.

" We are in Japan, you are still a kid... Still a teenager." He replied dryly in reaction. " That is the fact of it all, I told you that."

" If I am such a 'kid', then why did you kiss me back?" She asked, her hands planted on her soft hips.

" You are just sixteen... that is why I should have never let myself kiss you like I did."

Amon suddenly saw that the girl was not getting what he was trying so desperately to say. He was not good at this type of thing, and that point was causing more trouble right now for him. He stood there, trying to find the clearer way to better explain himself. He could not divulge just what was in his heart, or could he?

Before he could get an answer out, the girl turned and raced out of the kitchen. He stood there until he heard the door to her room slam shut, making the whole apartment shutter with the force. He did not know quite what had been so bad about what he was trying to say, but in his heart he could feel something. He had hurt her feelings with is 'morality' stance, yet his heart was saying something completely different.. Maybe she was picking up on it, he wondered. Either way, the girl's feelings were hurt.

He sat down at the table, his heart felt like it was sinking into a quagmire. He did not want to grasp what he figured out next, as the full truth was exposed to himself, by himself. He had to admit it now to himself.

The truth slapped him hard. He had fallen in love with her.