Windy City

By Yume No Miko

I do not in any way own Witch Hunter Robin, or any of the characters associated with the series.  I do however own 

After writing fanfics for a long time and becoming an instant fan of Witch Hunter Robin, my muse decided to plant the seed for this golden nugget. But here's a brief summary:

After the fall of the factory, word about Solomon's activities and the real reasons the STN-J preferred live capture of witches, witches all around the world slowly began to revolt.  Adding to the confusion of the developing revolution, Solomon has a hit out on Robin and Amon

This fic carries an R/NC-17 rating so read at your own risk

Chapter 1: A New Life

It was and always has been his worse nightmare, and now it has come true.  Steely gray eyes focused on a pair of masculine ungloved hands cursing his blood.  Memories of events that occurred six months ago continued to haunt him, though not as bad when he received word from his brother that the others escaped the fall of Factory.  His brother also told him it would be best for the both of them to flee Japan seeing as Solomon fears they are too great a hazard now.   He sat in the park quietly watching the ebb and flow of couples through the park while he waited for his contact to arrive.

 Mentally he cursed his stubborn nature and her determination led the two to ignore his advice, so they stayed in Japan moving form place to place not staying in one place for too long considering Solomon would close in on them within a couple of weeks of their settlement of a new area.   

"Amon, you're being foolish and only putting your life as well as hers in great jeopardy.  Hell she was wounded, nearly killed the night before

"I am fully aware of that Nagira, that's why I contacted you.  We need to find someplace to go where STN or Solomon will not find us."  Amon leaned back against the park bench he sat on under the flickering streetlight.  "I thought we had at least a couple of days before they closed in on us," his voice carried a hint of aggravation.

Nagira reaches inside his coat and handed Amon an obscenely thick manila envelope.  "I knew that is what you were going to ask for so I made a few contacts, and pulled a few strings.  There's a flight leaving Tokyo International Airport in exactly 6 hours, you and Robin will be on that flight."

"Where are you sending us?"

A crooked smile touched Nagira's lips as he rose from his seat on the bench.  "To the only place that isn't experiencing any real heat from Factory's destruction…Chicago Illinois." 

Maintaining his cool outer mask despite the outrage he felt inside took the envelope from his half brother.  "America?"

Nagira nodded his head gauging Amon and his hidden emotions.  "It's a whole new life for you two.  This city is the only one the STN isn't actively monitoring at the moment so it will be easy for you two to get in."

Amon rose to his feet and stuffed the envelope in his overcoat.  "Who is my contact?" he finally asked after grudgingly accepting the fact that their only option was to run. 

"Her name and all other information are in the pack."  Nagira too rose from his spot on the bench and placed a hand on his half brother's shoulder.  "Just take care of yourself and Robin." With that said, Nagira walked off heading back to his office to work.     

Amon tugged the collar of his coat upward to guard his face against the sudden sharp breeze then turned and headed off in the opposite direction.  Unaware of what the future held for both him and Robin.

With the stealth of a thief in the night, Amon returned to the small inn he and Robin were staying in.  Concern creased his brow when he noticed she had barely moved from her bed.  "Robin?" his soft yet gruff voice addressed the young blonde lying in bed. "Robin, we have to leave…get up and get dressed."   

"A…Amon?" her soft wounded whisper reached his ear indicating that she still had not recovered much of her strength. "I can't."

A couple of days before they entered the city, a hunter shot Robin in the side with an orbo bullet.  With help from Master, Amon was able to get Robin treatment, but enough of the orbo had seeped into her body to make her fatally ill. 

Amon would have preferred to leave her to rest, but he knew that time was not on their side so casting modesty aside he scooped Robin up from the bed and helped her dress neglecting to pin her hair in it's traditional style.  Just as he finished, the phone on the nightstand between the twin beds rang slightly startling the male witch from his task.  Cautiously Amon answered the phone only to be greeted by the cheerful voice of the front desk clerk. 

"The cab you called for is here, sir," her voice chirruped through the receiver.  .   

Perplexed, Amon opened his mouth to deny having requested a cab but then figured that Nagira called for it to take them to the airport.  Without a moment's hesitation, Amon gathered what few belongings they had as well as Robin and left to begin their new life.