So i know this is on hiatus but this chap has been done for a loooong time and i don't have anything else to upload after a month of not writing anything at all. I've got more of a plan with this story now but i am still pretty much winging it there probably wont be another chapter for a while but i must warn you things have been becoming very sexual very fast (which for me is suprising) and possibly may end up changing the rating. this chap doesn't gett bad bbut what i have of other ones is getting there.

i love writing this story but since i dont have a plan it is staying on hiatus. i honestly may not update for a year but more likely within a ffew months. who knows? i've been busy. really busy. but im slowly gaining time back.

I'd like to hear some feedback, even though about five poepl read chap two. id still enjoy a review from one of you pwease?

Chapter Three:

Memory

"Seriously, what the hell's going on?" Sakaki muttered, rubbing the back of his head.

"Honestly, I have no idea." Amon whispered in response.

After an amount of time deliberating over what to do the group moved back in to the house behind them. They set up a night watch shift so they could get some rest and Amon was the first to stand guard. He couldn't help but think about what Van had said. He was one of his master's 'Chosen'. but what was so special about that craft that he was supposed to have?

He stared at the many screens displaying the nearby areas of the country but his eyes drifted out the window and stared at the moon. One thing he had always thought was that the moon looked like an eye.

"It's like God is watching us, even in the darkness of the night." He heard a woman's voice in his head. Amon never knew who had told that to him or when but it had always stuck with him.

He turned his head to face the woman speaking. The memory was hazy. He remembered being with her often but couldn't get a clear view of what she looked like.

"I'm sorry." Amon remembered saying as he held her in his arms, she was injured. She was injured many times from many things. For some reason he felt responsible.

"Amon." Amon closed his eyes to take the memories in. "Amon."

"Yes?" He opened his eyes and rolled onto his other side to face her.

"Do you really think we can do it?" She asked.

"What 'it' are you referring too?"

"Can we, ''we' as in the Coven, change our past."

Coven? Amon blinked open his eyes and glanced around. The moon cast eerie shadows across the floor. 'we as in the coven'? He was never in a coven. He never knew anyone in one. Who was she?

Who is she?

"Amon!"

Her eyes shone with worry,

"Amon? Are you sure this is alright?"

Compassion, strength,

"You know I don't have to answer that question, Amon, you know the answer."

Determination, love.

She had green eyes. So she loved him but Amon couldn't remember staying with any woman for very long. Not even his mother.

"Amon?" Amon jumped, realizing that this sound was not one from his memory, and turned to face the speaker.

Green eyes. She had green eyes. "Robin?" His reply came out shaky.

"Oh, um, 'Mr.' Amon I mean…" She muttered and looked away. The girl seemed very uncomfortable.

"What is it?" he asked, getting over the initial shock.

"It's my turn for night watch." Her eyes reminded him of hers'.

"Don't worry about it, I'm not going to get any sleep anyway." Truthfully he didn't want to trust a third year to keep watch.

"Then…what am I supposed to do?"

Amon sighed and closed his eyes. A black dress. "Do whatever you want."

She shifted on her feet awkwardly, probably unsure of what to do. Robin gazed up at the moon and spoke softly. "I always thought that the moon was like God's eye watching us and keeping us safe even in the darkest nights."

Amon froze. "Wh-what did you say?" He turned back towards her.

Her face grew red. "ah, I know it's dumb but it's comforting."

A silence followed.

"If you're going to stay here anyway then why don't you sit down." Amon said, though he knew it came out sounding more like a command than an offer, and patted the section of wood porch next to him.

"Um, okay." She mumbled and sat down next to him.

He couldn't help it. Amon kept his eyes on her, looking for anything that might prove to him that she was not the girl from his memory. One thing was for sure, she wasn't very old and if this memory was that foggy then it couldn't have been from her lifetime. But it was so…weird.

She was doing all she could to not look at him. I'm probably creeping her out. He turned away and she sighed.

Maybe…he knew her mother? Maybe her mother was who he was remembering and she just looked like her. It would be weird if he randomly started asking about her mom though…

"You look familiar."

"You've probably seen me around campus before." She muttered in a tone that was unmistakably annoyance.

Amon turned towards her. "No, I mean-" When he turned he misplaced his hand on the his coat and slipped. And fell. Right into her.

She shouted and pushed him away, jumping to her feet. "What the hell!"

Sakaki came running out of the building. "What's wrong?"

Amon winced at the look Robin gave him, so full of anger. "Why don't you ask him?"

He didn't know what to say, so he awkwardly defended himself. "I slipped! I didn't mean anything by it!"

Robin inched towards Sakaki, who seemed to be understanding (well, understanding from her perspective) what had happened. "Haruto…"

There was a pang in his chest, when had she started calling that kid by his first name? He didn't miss how she placed her hands on his arm, clutching t him for protection.

He could feel her hands on his arm. He felt empowered by her want for him to protect her.

His glare reflected Amon's memory. Sakaki turned and ushered Robin back inside with his hand low on her back. It was such an intimate gesture and it bothered him.

Since when did they get close?

Amon sighed and placed his face in his hands.

Maybe they had already been close.

"Why the hell does it matter?"