"A…a witch?" Robin stammered, grasping his shoulders a little tighter. "But how?! All you did was kiss me--"

"Exactly!" Amon said breathlessly, putting a hand to his forehead. "Robin, do you even know what you are?"

She looked down at her feet. "A witch. I know. But you've touched countless other witches and have never been affected! I don't understand--"

"I know you're a witch. But do you know what kind of witch?" His gloved hand tilted her chin up so she was looking him in the eye. His glassy gaze was frozen in fear. "You were genetically engineered to be the most powerful witch in all existence. If you so much as touch a Seed with an emotion as strong as love in your heart, you'll ignite the power within them like a match taken to newspaper."

"But Amon, it shouldn't make a difference if you're wearing the Orbo cross. I mean, I've loved you for a long time, and I would touch--" Realizing what she was saying, she clapped a hand over her mouth, blue-green eyes wide.

He shot her a haunted look. "Robin…" he took her hand and placed it at his neck.

The Orbo cross was missing.

"Oh no…" Robin's fingers searched frantically for the tiny chain that held the cross, but it was no where to be found. "Amon, why did you take it off?"

Amon was silent for a long time. His cold gray eyes gazed off over his coworker's shoulder, studying an unseen enemy in the shadows, waiting for the words he needed to be written on the wall. "I thought I could handle it," he said finally. "I thought I could forget what I feel for you."

Robin stared at him. "What you feel…for me?" she asked incredulously.

"Unfortunately, yes. As the countless witches fell before the STN-J, I was more and more drawn to you as the time passed. Your quiet spirit…your loving personality…" he shakily touched her cheek. "…and your fiery beauty."

"A-Amon, you're talking crazy!" she stuttered. "Are you feeling--huh?"

The fingers that lightly caressed her face were soaking wet.

A slightly wild smile graced Amon's lips as small rivers of water ran down his body, even though the shower had long since been turned off.

"Yes, Robin. My craft is water." He leaned forward, pinning her against the wall of the shower once more, lips searching for hers.

"AMON STOP IT! THIS ISN'T YOU!" Robin's hand lashed out, striking the dark hunter across the face.

Amon blinked. "Wha…?"

Robin's eyes were still wide with fear as she met his gaze. "Amon…"

He looked down at his hands, which still dripped water. "No…" he whispered. "NO!" Turning around, he ran out of the bathroom, stumbling to the door and opening it. With a bang he shut it behind him and fled down the hall.

Robin stood against the shower wall, stunned. Amon's lost his mind, she thought, just like all the other witches. Dear God, this can't be happening. He's the only one I can depend on!

"Oh Amon…" She sank to the shower floor, not caring that the tears running down her cheeks left singed lines on her face.

What will become of us now…?

Miss Karasuma sat at the computer in the STN-J office, keys clicking away under her deft fingers. Normally, Michael would have sat in this seat, munching on doughnuts or whatever other snack he had for the day.

But Michael wasn't coming back. Ever.

The woman pressed the enter key one last time, then sat back in her chair with a sigh. "Finally it's done," she muttered. "Doujima, I have the paper typed--Doujima?" Her coworker was nowhere to be found. "Doujimaaaaaa…" she said irritably. "Stupid girl cut out early again…She knows we need help, what with Amon not here and Robin and Michael gone for…" she restrained herself from adding 'for good' onto the end of her sentence. It was too sad.

She walked to the window, slinging her overcoat over her shoulder. "Great, it's raining," she mumbled, taking a sip of her long-since cold coffee. Turning away from the glass, she walked to the door of the office. "Kosaka, I'm leaving now. The paper you wanted is on the desk." With that, she strode to the elevator and waited for the car to take her to the first floor.

Once the doors opened, she threw her coat over her shoulders, popped her umbrella, and walked out into the downpour. Rain battered the sidewalks, drenching the passersby. It certainly was a dreary end to a dreary day.

Karasuma chose her steps carefully, trying hard to avoid any puddles that were forming all around. She was so intent at studying the ground before her that she ran right into someone standing on a street corner.

"Oh, excuse-" she started to apologize, then she stopped. "Amon!"

There he stood, rain soaking him to the bone. His haunting gray eyes stared off into the distance, as if he didn't even notice her.

"Hello? Amon? Is anybody home?" Karasuma waved her hand in front of his face, snapping her fingers a few times. "Hey!"

Slowly he turned to face her. "It has begun.

The look in his eye made her take a wary step back. It was a cross between dazedness…and madness.

"What has begun?" she asked quietly.

"I came to tell you that I'll be quitting the STN-J," he said, as if he hadn't even heard her question.

"What?! You can't!!!" Karasuma stamped her foot. "The STN-J is falling apart! The only ones left are me, Doujima, Sakaki, and Kosaka! Don't quit, Amon! We need--"

Amon suddenly reached under the umbrella, holding his hand over her head. A small river of water trickled down into Karasuma's hair, turning it almost black and running down onto her shoulders.

"I can't come back. I'm a witch." With that, he turned and bolted down the street.

Ok, for you people who were seriously confused by that chapter, the reason why Amon has suddenly become so choppy in speech in mind is that in this fic and probably the show as well, witches go crazy as their power starts to manifest itself. Amon is currently struggling to remain his selfhood while still trying to help Robin. And I hope I explained the kiss to witch thing well enough. If I didn't, just ask me specifics and I'll try to answer your questions. Thanks! R&R, PLZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!