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A/N: I finally updated after a summer of reworking this one chapter and also trying to get the file onto a computer that will actually connect to the internet. The next chapter is near complete and will definitely not take as much time as this one did. Enjoy and I'll be updating again soon.

Chapter 11: Confrontation

She felt as though it had been an eternity since she last saw him. Under his strict orders, she had reluctantly left him with a room full of people that could potentially hurt him, though rationally she didn't believe any of the witches would. Now, as he nonchalantly walked past the portrait, she wanted to put her arms around him and make sure he'd never do anything stupid or brave again.

He stopped in mid-stride when he saw her. Robin was never really adept at telling what emotions passed over his face, but something told her he wasn't nearly as happy to see her as she was with him.

"Where are the others?"

Robin lowered her eyes. "Doujima is upstairs checking in on Karasuma, and Michael is talking to Sakaki in the boys' bedroom."

Without acknowledging that she had just responded to his question, Amon leaned against one of the common room chairs and blindly looked at the portraits around the room. "Why aren't you checking on Karasuma's condition?"

Robin tightly held both of her hands together in front of her dress. "Doujima said she could handle it...and...I wanted to wait for you." Robin's cheeks and ears flushed bright red. Of course, he had no reaction.

Amon was still in the same position. His face had not even twitched. Every time she looked at him, he was like a statue of some Greek god. Alabaster, chiseled, poised, conqueror of his surroundings. He also seemed cold to everything and everyone around him.

"Go upstairs and tell the others that they're going to need a briefing on the situation." Robin stood still with her head down. "Ro-"

"I'm sorry," Robin choked out. "I'm so sorry for telling them about my powers. But, we've kept so many things from them. If we are going to defeat Voldemort together, then they should know what we're capable of." Robin raised her head. "Please under..."

Her throat went dry. She had never seen that look on Amon's face before. Even when she had done poorly on her first assignment and was always caught by Sakaki for tampering with the crime scene, Amon had never looked at her like that. She'd seen it before on the nuns' faces when she had spilled a bucket of soap water or broken an expensive relic. But this seemed different. She never wanted him to look at her in utter disappointment. What's worse is that there was something else. Hatred? Doubt? Betrayal? Robin felt as though an invisible hand were crushing her windpipe, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't breathe in enough air.

She fell to her knees and tried to calm her breathing. She was hyperventilating from a mere look that would have been lost had she blinked. Tears were forming around her eyes and slowly sliding down her face. She hesitantly looked over at Amon. He was looking away. It was the same stance people take when trying to avoid looking at a homeless person. The tears fell faster, and she couldn't suppress the embarrassing hiccups that naturally accompany her erratic breathing.

What was so wrong with what she said or did? She was only trying to help him and everyone else. Wouldn't everyone knowing about her powers make it for Amon to decide what to do next? Wouldn't the witches be less likely to attack a group of people whom they know are their equals? She didn't understand. Why doesn't he just tell her what he's planning? Why does he never tell her anything?

"What's going on?" Robin looked up at the stairs where Karasuma looked mortified at the scene before her. Despite wearing high-heels which Robin couldn't fathom ever walking in, Karasuma ran down the stairs and picked up Robin by her arm. "Go upstairs. I want a word with Amon." Robin, self-consciously covering up her face with her hands, looked worriedly over at Amon. That only seemed to make Karasuma angrier. "Now, Robin."

Robin speedily ran to the bedroom, but didn't shut the door. She heard muffled arguing, almost stereotypical of the parental squabbling she's heard about. A female voice was the only one in earshot. Amon wasn't putting up much of a fight. Karasuma's voice got louder, but Robin couldn't make out what she was saying. She then heard a low, more subdued voice, which was quickly followed by a resounding slap.

Wishing she wasn't always worried about Amon's well-being, she took a step downward and was met by a fuming Karasuma.

"C'mon Robin. I don't want you going down there." Karasuma pulled Robin into the room and slammed the door. Apparently Robin wasn't the only one trying to catch her breath. "That man," she exclaimed more to herself than screaming it to the world.

"I'm sure he has his reasons," Robin barely whispered, still recovering from her violent crying but wanting to defend him in some way.

Karasuma looked over at her with an incredulous but sympathetic stare. She took out a packet of tissues that she had accepted from a person in Tokyo before boarding the plane. "I guess these really do come in handy sometimes."

Robin gladly accepted the packet and started wiping her nose. Both girls sat on the edge of the bed not speaking. Robin jerked a little when Karasuma's hand began brushing her hair away from her face, but she was happy that the older woman was trying to soothe her. Even though Karasuma wore gloves and had that earlier incident with her craft, she was still willing to take care of a 15-year-old girl. Robin never felt so young in her life.

"My mother used to do this when I was upset," Karasuma said, still brushing Robin's hair. "A touch can be very powerful." She paused. "I'm sorry if my outburst scared you. I was sort of expecting him to push the envelope too far. I guess we're all a little stressed." She laughed a little. "You're not even the first person I had to calm down today."

Robin looked over at her. "Sakaki," Karasuma said, noticeably smiling. "He was more worried about me than I was."

"He is your partner."

Karasuma enigmatically smiled and looked down at Robin. "Of course." It was the kind of statement that adults say to children when they think they can't understand what's actually going on. Robin frowned. Maybe Amon felt the same way. Karasuma withdrew her hand. "What is it?"

"Do you see me only as a child?"

"Is that what Amon said?" Robin shook her head sullenly. "No, not really. In reality, you're only four years younger than I am, but you're far more grown up than other people I know, like Yurika for example."

"Isn't Doujima here?"

"She went to go check on the boys to make sure they weren't being too rowdy with their theories. You know how their minds can run wild sometimes."

Robin smiled. "Thank you, for cheering me up."

Karasuma smiled in return. "Everything will be okay."

Robin paused. "You didn't hurt him, did you?"

"Really, Robin..." Robin looked up at her. Karasuma sighed. "I think my hand is throbbing more than his jaw."

"But he's alright?"

"I can't say I stopped to ask him. Why are you so worried?"

Robin laid down on her side, facing the wall. "Amon hadn't said anything. He...he just...he looked so disappointed in me."

"Because you're not a good little soldier like he is?"

Robin brought her legs up to her chest. "That wasn't it. There was something else." Robin could picture his face so clearly.

"Don't." Robin looked back over at Karasuma. "Don't worry about it now, Robin. Remembering it now while you're still emotional will only make it hurt more."

"What did he say that made you so angry?"

"I think you should try to sleep, Robin."

"Karasuma."

She sighed and looked away. "Whatever he did say, he hadn't meant it, not that I believe he did anyway." She smiled at Robin and rested her hand on Robin's head. "You're tired. Rest and I'll wake you up if we're going anywhere."

"Amon said he wanted a briefing."

"Believe me. He won't want one now."

Nagira looked over at his younger brother. He had heard about the commotion last night from Remus and expected the huge amount of space lingering between where the hunters sat and where the witches sat. He hadn't expected his brother to be separated from the other hunters, though.

He walked over, sat across from Amon and generously piled some of the food onto his plate. Amon wasn't eating.

"I don't know what your normal eating habits are, Amon, but if you don't eat something soon, you'll probably become invisible."

Amon glanced at him and went back to reading his book.

Nagira sighed. "So what exactly is so interesting that one of your basic needs doesn't compare."

"It's a log of witches that this school has compiled," Amon said without looking up. "Some of it has genealogy included, which could help us find out how many witches exist in this one area."

"Isn't that more of a Solomon goal?"

Amon stopped turning the pages. "I suppose."

Nagira ate some of the food on his plate. He was never a fan of the English breakfast and was immensely surprised that the house elves had made some Japanese food. It was pretty good despite being the elves' first try at the dishes. He's lived in Japan for all of his 28 years and the only thing he could cook was microwavable soba.

"The food is surprisingly good," Nagira commented, partially to Amon whom he knew wasn't paying close attention. "I hope your hunters are appreciating the effort."

Nagira noticed Amon's slight hesitation. "Sakaki and Karasuma are probably happy, but the other three are European or American. Besides they can't really complain about getting food here."

"Just 'they?' When did you stop referring to your group as 'we?'" Amon's lips tightened. Nagira chuckled. "What happened now, otouto?" Amon pretended to be immersed in his book. "Amon-"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay, but tell me, does this have to do with the slight discoloration on your cheek?" Amon's eyes narrowed. "Don't worry. I barely noticed, and I'm sitting right across from you. I'm a little surprised, though. You're team isn't exactly the mutinous type...well...not against you, anyway."

Amon continued reading. "Speaking of mutiny," Nagira began, "I heard that the witches know that you're not affiliated with Solomon anymore. You may think this is a risky situation, now, but I assure you, these people aren't the type of people you think they are."

"They're witches."

"So are some of your hunters."

"I know."

Nagira blinked. "Don't tell me you plan on going solo from now on. Those girls may have that kind of power, but they are still your colleagues. They trust you and for whatever unfathomable reason still care about you, too."

Amon stood up and walked out of the Great Hall. Nagira regretfully left his food behind and quickly followed. "Get back here, Amon. Who the hell leaves in the middle of a conversation anyway?"

Amon abruptly turned and stared down at Nagira. "You know that doesn't work on me, otouto."

"They are more interested in fighting alongside the witches than fighting against them," Amon said, by-passing Nagira's typical inane comment.

"I don't see how that's a problem."

"I can't trust or fight with hunters who think of themselves as witches."

"So if they aren't with you, they're against you."

"You're simplifying the situation."

"And you're complicating it. I don't know what happened to you guys last night, but that girl still gave you quite the look when you walked out. She's obviously still-"

"I don't care about how Robin feels! She disobeyed a direct order. How can I figure out what to do if I can't rely on the others to follow my lead? It's better to do the rest on my own."

"There's always some measure of doubt with how well everyone else follows orders. You know she probably did what she did in your best interest, whether you can see that or not. Why are you so afraid to share her abilities?"

Amon looked away. "They'll use her against Solomon."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean she'll turn against you. You are no longer a part of Solomon, remember?"

Amon turned his back to Nagira. "They'll turn Robin into someone like her."

Nagira grabbed Amon's arm, but didn't bother trying to turn him around. "There are other ways you can try to prevent that from happening. You weren't able to do anything back then, but you can now. However, abandoning your hunters will not save anyone."

Amon barely turned his head and continued to walk down the hallway. Nagira turned back and headed toward the Great Hall and a meal he hoped the elves didn't take away yet.

Nagira never knew Amon's mother. He saw her once and she seemed nice enough. Amon had never gone into great deal about what had happened to the two of them. Whatever it was, the old saying that absolute power corrupts absolutely was probably a good way to sum it up.

Amon's little partner was swiftly walking in the direction of his little brother. She looked worried, probably at Amon's sudden departure from the breakfast table. She passed him without a second glance. Maybe he was losing his charming good looks. Then again, she liked Amon, so maybe she just had bad taste.

Nagira continued walking to the Great Hall. He desperately wanted to follow her and witness their conversation (and/or save her from being hurt) but decided that it was best if his brother didn't catch him snooping around. Besides, maybe things will actually go well for the girl.

Somehow Robin managed to catch up to Amon who either wasn't walking very fast or had slowed down upon hearing her hurried steps. It was a good thing she found him. The part of the castle they were in was new territory for her. She would have never found her way back if she was alone. It was more motivation for her to not make him angry and leave without her.

Amon had completely stopped and was obviously waiting for her to get to him, though he made no move to turn in her direction. She really hoped that he wasn't still mad at her from last night. She'll apologize again, but maybe bringing it up was not such a good idea. She'll wait it out and see what kind of mood he is in.

She stopped next to him and tried to catch her breath. She didn't even have the courage to look up at him yet. She still remembered the way he looked at her before. She swallowed. Apparently planning to speak to Amon was easier than doing so.

"You should get back and eat something," Amon said as blank as ever. "That privilege may not last long."

Robin looked up. He didn't seem any different than usual. She frowned a bit. The situation didn't seem to affect him as much as it did her. "Are you OK, Amon? You weren't eating anything, either."

"I can last quite a while without food. Besides, I have no intention of accepting what they offer me."

"Amon." Robin looked down. Saying what she said before will only end the same way. She has to take a different approach if she really wants this to sink in. "Amon, you should eat something, though. Everyone's depending on you. I don't think any of us have the slightest idea about what we should do now."

"What do you plan to do after this?" Robin looked over at him, plainly confused at the sudden change in topic. "We will eventually take down this witch, but we aren't a part of Solomon. What are you going to do when we no longer have a place to go back to."

Robin felt slightly awkward speaking with Amon about her future. Trying not to think of the implications, she was at least happy he was interested. "I don't really know. It would be nice if we could all stay together. What do you plan on doing, Amon?"

"I'm not sure staying together is going to be an option. After all, Solomon may start looking for us. Being in a large group would only be suspicious."

"Oh." Robin frowned. She wasn't warming to the idea of never seeing Amon again. She didn't want to part with the others either, but she really didn't want to be away from him, no matter how often he seemed to affect her, albeit usually in an unkind way. She looked straight at him. "Could I still go with you? I mean, just you?"

Amon didn't break her gaze. "It would probably be easier for you if you stayed here. I'm sure the witches wouldn't mind gaining another member."

"I don't really like it here," Robin said, hugging her arms. "Something feels off. Besides, staying here means I can't see you. You wouldn't stay here, right?"

Amon sighed. "No, I wouldn't."

Robin closed her eyes and smiled. The conversation was going over better than most of their other conversations, although she hoped she wasn't coming on too strong with staying by Amon's side. Two hands clapping onto each of her shoulders startled her. Amon hadn't made any sound but he had managed to stand directly in front of her, looking down with an embarrassing amount of intensity. Robin almost fainted.

"I need you to be completely honest for a second." Robin nodded not trusting her voice and slightly paying too much attention to Amon's mouth. "Is there any part of you that wants to stay here and fight with the witches against Solomon?" Robin looked down at his chest. Amon put both of his hands against her face and raised it back up. "Don't think about what I want to hear, just tell me how you feel."

Blushing from ear to ear, Robin could barely think about where she was much less what she wanted to do. "I want to help people...but...but I don't want to hurt innocent people by doing so. Hunters can be blind to Solomon's intentions and someone like you or the others could be the next ones to attack us. I don't think I could bear to hurt them. So, no. I don't want to stay here and fight."

Amon put his hands back on her shoulders. He was slightly smiling. "I see."

"Amon, why did you ask me that?"

"I wasn't sure what you wanted to do."

"That's it?"

Amon didn't answer. Robin put her hands over his. "It's your turn to be completely honest."

"I wasn't aware I had made a deal." Robin tightened her grip. She ignored the fact that he wasn't wearing any gloves because of the breakfast this morning. "I had to make sure you wouldn't side with them if they asked."

"Why would they ask?"

"You're more powerful because of the different kind of craft you possess." Amon paused. "They could use you merely for that power."

Robin smiled. He was worried. Sometimes men are far more complicated than they want to admit. "Amon?"

"Yes?"

"You still didn't answer whether I could go with you when everything is over."

Amon looked at their hands. "I haven't decided where I'm going yet, but I'll tell you when the time comes and you can decide then."

As that would be the closest thing to an answer Robin was likely to get, she grabbed both of his hands and took them off her shoulder, but didn't let go. Amon's hands were much bigger than hers, but they weren't as rough as she had imagined. She wished he didn't wear gloves so much.

"We should get back to breakfast, and you should eat something. After all, we don't know what they'll do when I refuse their offer." Robin let go of one hand and led Amon back with the other. He wasn't putting up a struggle and wasn't trying to break free from her grasp (even if he was covertly looking around for anyone else in the hallway). Robin held on tighter. She wasn't going to let go of him.