Long golden blonde hair that was in a tight braid down her back, she was wearing a pink skirt of appropriate length, with a pink top with some sort of flowers on it. She seemed a bit sickly skinny, but she was on office duty since she had been in some sort of incident right before she had came to them, in fact she had just gotten out of the hospital two weeks ago.
Those green eyes, Amon was a bit unnerved by them, it was like they could see right down to the depths of his soul, plus, she was a craft user, meaning one thing, a witch. He hated witches with a passion. Ever since she started working in the office it seemed as if Dojima had a hand of picking out Robin's outfits for her since they were all given to her.
Apparently due to whatever incident she was in ruined half of her belongings which were given to her through donation. He had not talked to her at all since she had been there, he was introduced to her, Robin. He had said only one thing,
"I don't need another partner, especially a craft user." Amon's eyes doing a once over of her outfit. He had noticed she was always in long sleeves even if the weather was hot and even if the shirt didn't go with the other half. He knew she was covering something up on her body.
"Hn." Amon walked past her, she was the new recruit, the one that was replacing Kate, the one he 'lost' on a hunt. She had been there a whole month now and he still couldn't remember name. He didn't know much about her, just like his partner Kate. The tall brooding man who always wore black or dark gray colors didn't care to know about his partner.
She would be deemed a threat soon enough by their boss and he would lose yet another partner in some sort of 'accident', just like Kate. As the days wore on Robin seemed as if she couldn't hit anything with her fire, and these were test runs! He thought she might be out of control already, or perhaps wasn't trained to aim at anything. The brooding 25-year-old Amon had been sitting at the bar at Harry's when Robin, Sakaki, Dojima, and Karasuma started up a conversation, he had just happen to overhear bits and pieces of it.
"I am just not fully healed. When I use my craft I have been told that it deteriorates my eye sight." Robin explained quietly.
"Do you need glasses or what?" Sakaki asked, Amon kept his ears open as he drank his whiskey,
"It was few months before I was sent here but the monastery was under an attack. We were short handed and not enough high-tech stuff to go around. I didn't have a partner, we all worked as a team.
One witch kept coming back and it seemed like when we killed one, three more took its place. Later I found out that the witch had the power to duplicate itself. The other witch had control over ice and could somehow manipulate people. The few guys we did have turned their weapons on each other." Robin stirring her tea, her mood already having soured enough not to drink her tea.
"Come on give us some details Robin. How did you make it out alive?" Sakaki pushing her, Karasuma slapped the back of his head, Robin raised her eyes past the group, knowing Amon had an ear open, her eyes met his in the mirror on the wall.
"They said I had survivors' guilt, it's something I don't really like to talk about." Robin's eyes falling back to her cup of tea, Karasuma reach out and put her hand on Robin's shoulder,
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, you are getting help. It's good to talk to someone about it in your situation." Karasuma explained.
"That's what the shrink tells me anyway." Robin shrugged,
"Is that why you wear the long sleeves all the time?" Sakaki blurted out, Robin glared at him, she got up,
"I should be going." Robin walking up to the bar,
"Thank you for the tea Harry." Robin laying down a $10 bill for it, her eyes caught Amon, she gave him a nod, but she didn't wait to see if he gave her one back, not like she was scared of him but they were bringing up things she really didn't want to talk about or think about.
"Wait, Robin, I'll drive you home." Karasuma jogging after her.
At Robin's apartment
Robin slowly walked up the stairs,
~Today, what to write about today. Well, I feel grateful that I have team members who seem to care about my well being at least most of them. I am also grateful that my dress got ripped up in that attack because I would have definitely tripped over it going up these stairs.~ Robin thought as she finally made it up the stairs and into her apartment. She looked around at the furniture and appliances she had.
~I'm grateful that Mr. Zaizen furnished this apartment for me. I am grateful for a whole wardrobe that Mr. Zaizen bought for me.~ Robin thought, she put her messenger bag down on her bed and took her clothes off to jump in the shower. She stood under the hot water for a minute.
~Hm, I'm grateful for a hot shower.~ Robin closing her eyes and letting out a sigh, she washed up and got out, after drying off she put on a black short sleeve shirt that was overly large on her and came down to her knees.
~I'm grateful I have a balcony to enjoy the nice the air outside.~ Robin thought as she had lightly dried her long hair with a towel and would let the night air dry the rest of it. Stepping out on her balcony, she noticed that it could use a little updating, it looked a little run down, though it didn't matter to her she had been given simple things at the monastery so she was grateful for everything she had been supplied to her here. There was a breeze in the air and it caught her long, damp blonde hair letting her hair dance in the wind.
She had just noticed that the breeze had carried a familiar scent to her, glancing around she found her next door neighbor, er, there was an apartment between them, it was her brooding cold partner that had told her he had flat out hated witches. Amon was standing there on his balcony in a pair of black silky pajama pants and was shirtless. She watched as he dried his own hair that came down to his shoulders,
~I am grateful to have a partner who seems well fit to help out on hunts. He isn't like the other guys, some kind of trauma to make him the way he is and the fact that he hates witches. He is attractive in a kind of bad boy way.~ Robin thought to herself as she had noticed his six pack abs in the full moon light. She leaned back on the rusted railing, but she suddenly felt eyes on her, she turned her head toward Amon.
I don't care if I'm playing with fire
I'm aware that I'm frozen inside
I have known all along
They locked eyes, she gave him a simple nod, surprisingly he gave her one back and he walked back inside but left the door open to enjoy the night air. Suddenly he heard the rusty railing give way, he looked out on his balcony and saw Robin hanging onto her railing that hadn't completely been ripped from the balcony. Amon stood in shock that she had such quick thinking and reflexes to grab the rusty railing that was still falling apart, he backed up to the other side of his balcony, he closed his eyes, hoping to pull the stunt off. He turned and ran full speed as he jumped and pushed off his railing with his bare feet and landed on the cement balcony floor in a crouched position. He quickly laid down on the cement floor,
"Give me your hand." Amon reaching down for her, he heard her groan but she was reaching for his hand, she just couldn't reach. Robin slowly pulled herself up the railing, trying to use it as a broken ladder. Amon could finally reach her wrist, he wrapped his hand around her wrist as she quickly wrapped her hand around his. He pulled on her as she helped push herself up using the railing that her feet could now get to.
Amon landed on his back onto the cement balcony floor as she had landed face first into his chest, both turning their heads to see the railing giving way and falling. Amon laid his head back to try to catch his breath, Robin laid her face back into his chest to try to catch her own breath. Robin's head jerked up, her eyes widened, when she jumped to her feet she could already feel the cement breaking up under her feet.
She wasted no time, she grabbed his wrist and started running to her open apartment door, Amon snapped out of it when she started to pull him and noticed the cement balcony floor collapsing.
"Fuck!" Amon growled out, she dove just as Amon dove behind her, his instincts kicked in, when he fell he was already half on Robin so he threw his hand up to turn her face into his body to cover her from any aftermath that should fly up. They both heard the cement hit the ground, Robin flinched, Amon slowly moved his body off of hers and they laid side by side, again trying to catch their breaths as both of their lower calf muscles laid outside the apartment.
"Are you alright?" they asked in unison.
"Yeah, you?" Amon asked, Robin laid her head back,
"I am whole so yeah, I am good." Robin let out a groan as her hand flew to her collar bone. She raised up and looked outside her balcony door, she laid her head back down,
"I'm grateful my partner risked his life to jump that far to save me." Robin closing her eyes, still trying to catch her breath. Amon turned his head to look at her, they were still laying on the floor where they had dived,
"What?" Amon confused.
"It's something my shrink makes me do." Robin turning her head to look at him, he glanced at her hand holding her collar bone,
"It got busted up in the attack I was in." Robin explained,
"You saved my life as well, if you had not grabbed my wrist and pulled me to start running, I would have fell." Amon growled out,
"It's what partners do, save each other." Robin half whispered, half groaned out. Amon looked toward the big nothing outside the door, he had noticed that Robin's shirt had lifted to her hips when they fell, her shirt had revealed a rather recent and deep pink raw scar. He swallowed hard and laid his head back with his eyes closed, trying to gain his composer, she was definitely too close to him with just a shirt covering herself and nothing on her legs. Then something snapped him out of it, he turned his head toward her,
"What the hell? Why didn't you scream for help?" Amon shouted at her angrily. Robin closed her eyes and licked her dry lips,
~He is definitely too close.~ Robin thought as she let out a groan, noticing he wasn't wearing underwear under his silk, almost transparent pajama pants. Robin wasn't helping his situation either with licking her dry lips,
"Training, Father Juliano was a friend of my parents, my godfather. When I was a kid he pushed me in my training and testing, telling me I could either freak out and scream for help or I could do everything in my power to get myself out of the situation. Even if we have team members, they can't always be around to help. Pretty much act first and if I must, freak out after I am out of the dire situation." Robin closing her eyes, still trying to calm her heartrate down. Amon noticed how pale she was, he raised up, not realizing his hand that had held him up was on her hip.
"Robin, hey, look at me!" Amon getting to his side and pushing himself to sit up, he gently slapped her cheek,
"Hn, don't slap, I'm gonna just sleep right now." Robin barely opening her eyes to look at him, he was caught in those green eyes, he brushed her hair from her face as she closed her eyes back.
"Robin!" Amon growled, he knew she had just passed out,
"Damn it kid." Amon getting up to his knees, he could now feel the swelling and the pain in his left ankle, it was twisted, he grunted and carefully got Robin in his arms and limped out of her apartment.
"You aren't staying in that apartment." Amon grumbled as he limped down to his own, knowing that his apartment was locked. He sat Robin down in the hall and leaned her against the wall as he rammed the door with his shoulder, busting the door lock and the frame with the first hit of his shoulder. He picked Robin up and carried her over to the couch, he sat down hard on the couch with her still in his arms. He was in shock, trying to wrap his head around everything that had happened just ten minutes ago.
~Who trains a kid to think and act like that?~ Amon spacing out,
~This Father Juliano must care for her as his own kid, and that's why he gave her tough love in training, so she would survive.~ Amon thought. He looked down at the weight in his lap and the warmth pressed against his naked chest. Robin's head was pressed against it as he held her legs were draped over his other arm, again he noticed the shirt had rose up further now to reveal her black silk panties.
~Jesus kid, lets go find some pajama pants for you.~ Amon growled, he could feel himself rising up in his own pajama pants, after all he wasn't wearing any kind of underwear under the thin silk pajama pants.
"You will be the death of me kid." Amon whispered out as he laid her on the extra bed in the other bedroom and went to find a thin pair of pajamas with a drawstring since they were his and would be way too big on her, he was just glad it was a Saturday the next day. He was going to sleep in for all the trouble she had caused him tonight, he found a pair of crimson silk pajama pants with the drawstring and made his way back to the extra room where he quickly put them on her and moved her to the chair so he could turn the blankets down.
"Damn it, no extra pillows." Amon grumbling about having to give up one of his pillows. He grabbed the one that he usually hugged every night, so it was heavily saturated with his scent. He put the pillow in place and turned to grab her up, where he found her curled up in the chair as if it were a real person. He sighed and rubbed his face with both hands and ran a hand through his hair,
"Come on kid, you need sleep, a restful sleep." Amon picking her up gently and moving her to the bed. He turned on the lamp and made sure her head was on the pillow and slid her covered legs under the blankets. When he brought the blankets up to her chin, the lamp light casted on her face and neck, revealing several light pink raw scars on her face and around her neck. There were several, some lighter than others and her cheek held a light pink scar, and on her forehead there were deeper scars, he carefully ran a thumb over a deep scar at the hairline,
"Stitches, just how bad was it in that fight kid?" Amon whispered out loud. She rolled onto her side and groaned, it was the arm she had her hand over earlier. Amon quickly moved her to lay on her back,
"Is it her ribs too or just her shoulder?" Amon asked out loud. With her neck turned he saw another deep scar too close to her major vein in her neck, he narrowed his eyes and carefully moved her shirt enough to see her collar bone, there were bruises and it felt off, like it was broken.
"Damn kid, how the hell did you pull yourself up on that railing with a healing collar bone?" Amon whispered. He stopped his inspection of her, if he wanted to know every scar she had, he could read her medical file on the computer. He turned the lamp off and left the room, closing the door behind him. After the stunt he just pulled off with Robin by his side, he had earned himself a beer.
"It's been a long night and its not even 10 yet." Amon mumbled, making his way to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of beer and going over to his laptop on the living room table. Within a few minutes he had every report of the attack Robin was in pulled up. It was front page news with a blown-up picture of what looked to be a rather old large church.
He read the news article on it which wasn't much since witches weren't allowed to be posted in the news. It had talked about two in critical condition and three dead. Amon moved onto more photos in the STN-I reports, his eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out who he was looking at in the photo, he was always one for details.
His eyes saw a tiny bit of golden blonde hair and the rest was matted with blood. His jaw muscle tensed as he bared down on his teeth, Amon rubbed his mouth with his hand. He studied the photo, he couldn't tell much from it other than the stretcher she was on was stained in her blood, the next page was the medical report,
"Loss of life three times, surgery…" Amon kept mumbling everything that had happened to her.
"Total of six pints of blood given…shit kid." Amon leaning back on the couch as he drank his beer and stared at the door Robin slept behind,
"So much for not knowing about my partner and Zaizen expects me to kill her if and when deemed a threat? Why not have left her in Italy?" Amon growled out. He finished his bottle of beer and sat it on the table by the computer, he stared one last time at the bloody photo of Robin and shut the laptop.
"Kid should be dead." Amon mumbled as he limped to his room and shut the door. He crawled under his black silk sheet set and fell fast asleep, that is until 3 am. An ear-piercing scream had Amon jerking straight up in bed,
"Huh?" Amon half asleep, he heard Robin screaming again, this time he was alert, he jumped up and limped out of his room grabbing his orbo gun and quietly moving to her room in case it was an intruder. He noticed the door still shut, he carefully eased the door open, taking note of how warm the doorknob was, there was no fire, but it was really warm in the room. He stared at her from the foot of the bed,
"Damen!" Robin screamed out, Amon narrowed his eyes at her, then it clicked, he was one of her team members, he continued to stare at her.
"No!? Jason!" Robin shouted, Amon put his gun on the dresser in the room. His eyes widened, she was reliving the whole attack, he then noticed the heat in the room rising, he had to calm her down or the room would catch on fire.
"Hang on, I'm coming!" Robin shouted out,
~She is still trying to save her team.~ Amon thought, he limped over to her side and turned the lamp on. Amon noticed she was sweating, her hair was wet with her sweat,
"Robin, I need you to hear my voice. You are safe." Amon spoke slow and clear,
"There's three more, where are they coming from!" Robin cried out as she gripped the sheets until her fists turned white. Amon did the only thing he could think of and quickly got under the blankets and curled over Robin's small frame.
"Robin, wake up, come on damn it! You're gonna burn the apartment down if you don't wake the fuck up!" Amon gently slapping her cheek. He could feel her whole body jerking, trying to fight him off.
~Does she think I'm a witch attacking her?~ Amon thought,
"Come on Robin, it's your partner, Amon!" Amon's voice being demanding and confident.
"Amon…no!" Robin's body jerking awake. Amon held her and hovered over her,
"I'm here Robin, you're safe." Amon brushing her hair out of her face.
"I-I…I couldn't save them Amon, no matter what I did, I couldn't save any of them." Robin curling in on herself.
"Robin, you need to tell me what happened." Amon brushing her sweat dripping hair away from her face, Robin sat up and held her face in her hands.
"I need water." Robin croaked out, Amon got up and went to the fridge to grab a cold bottle of water, he limped back in and gave her the bottle as he crawled back in bed with her, he watched her drink the water. She finally sat it on the nightstand by the bed.
"We were shorthanded and not enough high-tech stuff to go around. I didn't have a partner, we all worked as a team. One witch kept coming back and it seemed like when we killed one, three more took its place. Later I found out that the witch had the power to duplicate itself. The other witch had control over ice and could somehow manipulate people. The few guys we did have were manipulated into turning their weapons on each other." Robin explained, she laid down and pulled his arms around her, she already started to shake.
"Our specialist had finally found the original witch who was the duplicator, while I was trying to keep the ones that kept coming back off my team members. I never knew what was going on with my team because the witch lured me away from them." Robin shutting her eyes tight, he tightened his arms around her.
"I'm here, you are safe here." Amon whispered, Robin licked her lips,
"I try to limit my craft but that night I used everything I had in me but only after using the bullets we had left." Robin explained.
"We didn't have the funds for ammo or high-tech equipment. I know of two ear wigs that we had, one I used and it connected me to our specialist. The bullets and the guns we had were all old, but we made do. After we went through our ammo after the first couple witches we had hunted down before the attack, we started to make our own bullets with special runes on them.
When I found out the original duplicator witch was in another part of the monastery, there wasn't a choice. I had to leave my team members to take out the duplicator or else they wouldn't stop coming for us." Robin putting her hands over her face and sobbing, Amon pulled her face into his naked chest as he petted her hair, he closed his eyes.
"Shh, I've got you." Amon whispered into her hair. When she calmed down a little she started telling more,
"When I came back, I found them dead or in critical condition. Out of the five us, two made it out alive, me and one other guy but I heard the ice witch messed his brain up so bad he was left crazed from killing our teammates. He is getting some type of therapy and doesn't work for STN-I anymore. That's why I was sent here.
My last stand against the ice witch, I pulled what little I had left of my craft together because I was spent. I waited till the last-minute right before the ice witch attacked me, I attacked it and we both fell, I had enough time to look at what I had fell on…my head was resting on Damen's stomach. I bled out with my team, I couldn't do anything for them." Robin bawled. He put his hands on either side of her neck,
"Hey, look at me." Amon demanded in a soft voice, Robin's tear-filled eyes slowly looked up at him,
"You fought with your men, you fell with your guys, you did everything that you could possibly do for them. Robin, you died three times before they got you stable." Amon carefully wiping her face off. She just buried her face in his chest as she shook like a leaf.
"Robin, please, please hear me and my words, let them sink in. You protected your team, you stood by their side and fought instead of running away." Amon closing his eyes, his eyebrow knitted together as he rubbed the back of her head, she jerked in his arms trying to fight him because she thought she deserved the torturous night terrors. Amon still had his eyes shut as his brows were still knitted together, he found a tear leaking from his own eye, his arms wrapped her closer to his body to stop her from fighting him.
Survivor's guilt, guilty for coming through a battle alive, where the people, her teammates who were considered family, had been left on the battlefield never to return home. He had been through some battles, but they had high-tech communications and equipment to work with, and enough for every member of the team, Robin's team didn't have that kind of stuff in the Italy group.
"Damn it Robin, I've got you, you are safe." Amon clearing his throat, he had never went up against the witches she and her team just recently had, but she had. She had to have seen her team, her family that she tried her damnest to save, just lying there, in pools of their own blood. How could she possibly have survived it?
"Shh, I'm not going anywhere." Amon whispered, finally she stopped fighting him, she curled into his chest as one of her arms wrapped around his side and held on tightly, her legs intwining with his legs, almost like she was trying to merge with him as one person. She wanted to be buried so far into his chest and arms that nothing could see her to hurt her.
"They are all gone, all of them are dead." Robin sobbed,
"Shh, try to sleep." Amon couldn't open his eyes, but he didn't like to shut his eyes now because every time he did, he saw her lying there bleeding out on the stretcher, her golden hair stained red with her blood, he could still see and smell the faint blood streaks in her hair now, no matter how many times she had washed it already, the blood was still there.
He slowly ran his hand down her hair, while his other arm was wrapped securely around her in a tight embrace. He felt her hot breath on his bare chest, a few tears were now running down his chest from her eyes. He started humming a song, hoping it would put her to sleep, he hummed it so long that he didn't realize when he had started to whisper the lyrics in her ear.
Robin loved the sound of his voice, the smell of his skin, and him humming to her calmed her. It had calmed her enough to stop holding onto him, but he found that her hand had now found itself in his hair twirling his black locks around her finger. Amon noticed the action with twirling his hair around her finger was calming her even more. He went back to humming the song as he rested his head over her golden blonde hair. He had covered her from every side except her back, Robin had finally felt safe enough to fall asleep.