Alright, it's time at last to wrap this story up. This is my longest chapter yet (I didn't want to leave on a small note, hehe). My A/Ns will be at the bottom of the page this time. Like always, I don't own WHR, nor ever will, and here's the final chapter to this fanfic:

Death…and life. Anger…and happiness. Conflict. Peace. Hatred. Love. All must have each other to exist. Destruction. Renewal. Ending. Beginning. Opposites become stronger. Humans and witches. Man and woman. This is the simple truth one must learn to face.

There was one weak light bulb flickering in her room. This was the first thing Robin noticed when she opened her eyes. 'What happened to me?' No, scratch that. Where were the others? "Ow…" She reached down to clutch her stomach. Something didn't feel right. Robin stared weakly at the door and attempted to use her fire to melt it, but for some reason it wasn't working. "That bullet must've had some Orbo in it that somehow spread to all of us and nullified our crafts." She hoped it was only temporary.

"That's correct." A voice said from between the door's bars. Robin squinted—her eyes made things fuzzy. But she could tell it was Dr. Solomon standing there.

Too often we loose something dear to us.

Amon's jaws clenched tightly together. He was staring straight at the Factory now—the place Robin was being held. If she wasn't there…if she wasn't okay…but again he would simply not think about that possibility. He knew she was in there…safe for now.

If our will is exceptionally strong, then hope for a swift return will always remain.

"Everyone ready?" Karasuma asked from the driver's seat. They nodded solemnly. It was now or never. "Okay, here we go…"

And if our determination is unbendable, we may begin the journey for searching it out ourselves.

Amon shifted slightly in his seat. The place was starting to look a lot bigger as they were getting closer. But he didn't care—he only wished they could take as little amount of time as possible getting through all of the security. Every second would count. 'Hold on, Robin…'

As one becomes older, it is known all too well that sacrifices must commonly be made.

She blinked. "You…you're Dr. Solomon? The owner and creator of Solomon, the company? And the same doctor that was part of the Memory Reconstruction Project that took place a few years back here?"

Some are easier than others.

"Ah, so you've heard about it then? So your group WAS the same one that broke into this place months ago and stole our data…" She stopped suddenly. "You know, little girl, you remind me oddly of another witch that we caught a few years back…"

But then we come to the point in our life when the biggest sacrifice of all must be given.

Robin's face tightened. "Maria Sena. She was my mother."

It is inevitable.

Her eyes twinkled evilly. "Ah yes. Quite a spirit, she was…more importantly, she gave us great data in our research."

It is said that all good things must come to an end.

"This is our last chance to turn around…" Karasuma said nervously to them.

Where there is a beginning…there is a finish.

"No way." Nagira grinned in the back of the van. "We're just getting started…I'm not backing out now. 'Sides, those kids need our help. I know you haven't forgotten that…we can't just leave them. Right Amon?"

A balanced equation.

"Yeah." He answered back. But who was he kidding? He really didn't give a damn about most of the kids in there. Half of them were working for Zaizen and against the rest of his class. His only concern was, of course, for her. "We're nearly there, Karasuma…"

No matter how hard we want it, we cannot prevent the inevitable—the final stage of it all.

She nodded, and reached for her mask for the Factory suit they were all wearing. "Then here we go…"

If you always know which direction in life to take, then you simply aren't human.

"But why!?" Robin cried to the doctor from her cell. "My mother never harmed anyone…she was a good witch!"

Some decisions must be made in an instant, while others are carefully thought out.

"We decided that she was too powerful for her own good. She would've been a danger to society had she been allowed to live. And so, to make the rest of the world safe…she was gone."

An accidental mistake in life is neither uncommon not unnatural.

Robin felt some unknown strength surge through her body suddenly. She stood up. "You're wrong! My mother never wanted to harm anyone! And neither do a lot of the witches that live in this place! You only bring them here so you can collect data to make your Orbo stronger!" Small tears started to come down Robin's face. This woman was…a monster.

Safety…the comforting word that gives many of us hope.

"What took you guys so long!?" The security guard to the right shouted. "We've needed back-up for hours! I assume you heard about what happened over the radio—hurry on over there for the damage assessment."

Only through working together can a group accomplish a greater goal.

"R-Right." Karasuma squeaked back nervously to him through the window. They lifted the gate up and she proceeded to drive through. After a few more moments, she said, "I…I hope we're doing the right thing…"

Is there such a thing as a safe passageway?

"There's no turning back now—besides, we're in the clear with the security." Nagira pointed out. "Nothing will happen to us for now."

Only if we settle our differences first.

She sighed. "I guess you're right. And I suppose we can't stop now, so why not go through with it, eh?" Karasuma glanced casually over at Amon's side of the car. "Hey Amon, I think the light to show that a signal is coming from Michael is flashing…"

Emotions can be shown in so many different ways.

Robin's rage kept rising and rising as she looked at the woman before her that caused the deaths of so many innocent lives. It just wasn't right. Nobody deserved to be used like the Factory used the witches. And Dr. Solomon clearly saw this in her face.

A kiss...or a slap.

"Amon will come to get me…and then…then, you'll see…"

A smile...or a frown.

Why did she just say that?

Each can express all feelings bottled up inside.

Amon would come for her…right? Robin still didn't know what his feelings for her were. What was she to him anyways? She recalled the gestures and signs that he had given to her in the past. Little things really, but they showed that he cared. Amon cared enough to worry about her.

Some, however, choose more complicated ways to show emotions.

"What name did you just say?" Dr. Solomon asked her from the door with an interest expression. "Was it Amon?"

More may be conveyed.

Even more anger rose inside of her. "Why does it matter to you? You'll be meeting him soon enough anyways…" The woman laughed quickly.

Secrets cannot be held to silence for very long.

Amon pulled out the map, and the three of them moved stealthily down the hallways. Just as Michael had said, there were no security guards at all. Too busy taking care of the students. They went into an elevator while Michael was constantly giving them updates about the security. "We're almost there, Robin…"

The longer a secret is kept, the greater the urge to say it.

Nagira looked at him sharply. "Robin? You mean that one student of yours who was hospitalized for a few days? Why are you more worried about her than all the others down there?"

Sometimes we don't want it to be known, but deception can be a great burden.

Amon closed his eyes quickly. Why did he just say her name aloud like that? "I want them all to get out of here, Nagira."

Determining what is right and wrong can either become a simple task or a hard decision.

"I wouldn't worry about him rescuing you." The woman said. "You're not going anywhere for awhile." She started to walk away.

To some, the correct path is not as clear as one might think.

'Should I just let her leave? Do I question her some more about the Factory? The project? About my mother?'

Some things cannot be seen with light.

Robin could do none of those things, because at that moment, her mind started to darken again. By the time she focused things together again, Dr. Solomon had already left her cell door. Robin slid down the wall and laid on the ground numbly.

Deception…a world of illusion that can change one's life.

"That's far enough." The three of them whirled around to see Zaizen standing before them with five other security guards. He held his gun straight at Amon. "The traitors come out at last." Amon felt for his gun in his pocket.

Reality is twisted and contorted to create a multitude of falsehoods.

"Traitors?" Nagira spat in disgust. "You're one talk, Zaizen. You've locked up our own students." Zaizen did not reply to this, but only pointed the gun towards him instead. Karasuma looked at Amon out of the corner of his eye. He nodded.

But in the end, only one truth will prevail.

"GO!" The three dove behind the hallway's corner just in time for the bullets to whiz by. "We need to get out of here!" Amon shouted. "There's another way to the cell rooms if we hurry fast enough!"

Our destinies reside in our own hands.

'I've got to get out of here…' Robin thought weakly. She felt that her craft was gradually returning to her. They would be coming back soon with another shot of Orbo for her, so she needed to act quickly.

They await our command, and will take us down the path we have decided upon.

She concentrated deeply on the bars to the door. A tiny, tiny flame appeared. It flickered next to it and slowly, slowly melted the metal. Robin collapsed. She had used all of her energy for now. The door's window bars would not be enough to escape.

The future cannot be determined with fate alone.

"A…mon…"

There will always be times in our lives when we hear something we wish we didn't.

"You guys go ahead!" Nagira shouted. "I've got a score to settle with this bastard…" He held up his gun.

We become oblivious...ignorant...blind to the truth.

Amon stared at him. "We can't let you do that, Nagira. You'd be outnumbered six to one."

But the mask of truth will be lifted for us, one way or another.

"Nagira, you're going to get yourself killed!" Karasuma shouted. More bullets went by. "Have you gone insane!?"

You can't run from your fate.

"Just go already! I'm going to finish Zaizen here and now! And don't even think about trying to stop me!" He leapt up against the corner of the hallway and began to shoot once there was a pause. Both of them knew they couldn't argue any further, and so, after looking at him one last time before leaving, sprinted down the hallway hurriedly.

Throughout one's life, it is impossible to avoid conflict.

Robin lifted her head up suddenly. In the distance, she heard bullets being shot. Somehow, she knew it was Amon coming for her. Who else could it be? She listened intensely. No, maybe it wasn't…it sounded like there were a lot of people fighting.

Greed, jealousy, betrayal…all are ingredients for this.

"Amon, please be okay…" She hated this place with all of her heart. She didn't like the sound of more bullets being fired, either.

Sometimes however…a person may fight for no reason at all.

"Stand up." Robin urged herself. "Try melting the door again…"

Deep inside, some enjoy it.

As more bullets came, she knew she still couldn't. Once again she slid down to the floor helplessly.

Often times, we are ungrateful.

'Damn.' Amon thought as they continuously fired bullets and ran down the hallway. 'Damn Nagira. He shouldn't have…he shouldn't have…' But he knew that it had saved them some time. Still…

We are ungrateful to our parents.

Suddenly, as he ran past one of the rooms, he noticed it said 'Storage Room 12' on it. The memory of his dream rushed back to him. "That's the same room that my mother was held in…"

We are ungrateful to our community.

"Did you say something Amon?" Karasuma shot one of the security guards and looked over at him.

But most importantly…too often we forget to thank the one we are the closest with: the person we need the most.

NO. He would not allow being distracted from his goal. "Sorry Mom…" Amon murmured. "I've got to take care of something else first." Karasuma looked at him with confusion for a moment, and then chose to ignore it. Amon took a quick look at the map. "They should be just around the corner." She nodded and they went down the hallway. Amon could almost sense that Robin was very near by…

Dreams are only what our imagination conjures up during in slumber.

Robin looked up with a frozen face. Did her ears deceive her? Surely they must have. If only she was strong enough to get up and see…

They are…an illusion.

Suddenly, a figure looked at her through the window. Her eyes made things too blurred to properly see who it was. But the figure looked to be dark and foreboding, which could only mean…

But sometimes a dream can be a key.

"Robin!" Shots could be heard against the wall, and the door was soon kicked open. Light flooded the room, and an illusion was given that the light was coming straight out of him as he entered quickly.

A key to understanding.

Relief washed over her. "Amon…Amon!" She tried to stand up in order to meet him, but she collapsed in her weakened state. Upon seeing this, he rushed forward to Robin and held her steady. The relief of feeling his warm body safe and sound made her feel dizzy with happiness.

A key to comprehension.

"Robin…" He embraced her tightly. "I was worried about you…" They were at last together again. She felt his heart beat fast.

A key…to our lives.

His hands moved automatically to his pocket and smiled. "I believe this is yours." He put her necklace in her hand and closed the fingers. Before she could say anything else, he scooped her up from the floor. "We need to hurry. Let's get out of here before they come back for us…" Amon stepped out of the door with Robin in his arms.

There are two types of pain a person can experience: the physical…and the emotional.

"Going somewhere?" Amon turned around to see a woman standing near them with a gun pointed straight at him. He recognized her voice to be none other than Dr. Solomon herself. The gun she was holding was a special type designed for some powerful Orbo. Before he had time to react, a shot was fired. He felt the bullet hit his left shoulder slightly. She smirked. "Your skull is next."

When injured, a recovery always proceeds.

He saw Robin leave his grasp to confront her opponent with determination. Despite the pain he held his arm out. "Robin…no…"

But sometimes…sometimes a little pain stays.

She looked back and smiled at him. "I'll be fine, Amon. You just stay over there, okay?" He looked at her in horror as she turned back to the doctor. "It's time you stopped doing this. Enough." He saw her eyes blaze a dangerous fire.

If disturbed, the wound grows bigger and bigger.

Amon felt around for his gun. It was knocked down to about ten feet away from them. If he didn't act soon, Robin might meet the same fate that both of their mothers once did.

The world is full of lies.

She fired her gun again. Flames instantly met the bullet. Robin looked at her sadly. "It's time to give up. No more."

People create falsehoods for reasons of self-gain.

Her eyes widened. "No…no, that can't be…the Orbo was injected into you…it's impossible for you to use your craft!" She fired again and again. The flames licked the metal away quickly.

Sometimes, however…sometimes your entire life can be a lie.

"…You see? It's no use." Robin looked back at Amon for a moment with a worried expression. He was okay—the wound wasn't serious.

Many prefer their delusional world to the real fact.

"No…" The doctor whispered. "That Orbo had years of research behind it…why are you still able to-!?" She reached for something in her pocket. "Does this mean all those years of researching were for nothing? If so…" She fired again, but there were more flames. Robin looked at her hand. It held a controller. She pushed a red button. "…Then the experiments must be terminated. And soon, you will be too." The doctor smirked. Robin's eyes widened as the hallway lights began to flash red.

Friendship is essential to happiness.

"Michael, can you stop it?" Amon asked to him through the communication device. When he reported the negative, Amon grabbed Robin's hand. "All of the witches' rooms have been set to self-destruct. We need to get out of here!" There was no WAY he was going to lose her now.

If there is no level of fondness between one another then there can never be a sense of trust, understanding, or faith.

She nodded with complete trust, and they began to run away from the insane doctor. But then she stopped suddenly. "But Amon, what about-?"

Without it comes betrayal, revenge, and hopelessness.

"-Don't worry." He answered after reading her thoughts. "Karasuma freed the rest of them while we confronted Dr. Solomon. Michael told me the class is okay with Nagira and her. With luck, they should already be out of this place." The walls began to creak. He looked at her again worriedly. He would stay with Robin until the end. She nodded with the relief at knowing they were safe, and together the hunters ran down the hallway.

Emotions can be twisted in the cruelest of ways.

Robin turned her head around one last time to see the place. All of those witches…they would be dead…it was just so unfair. She wanted to do something to save all of them…they, who were innocent.

Some are stronger than others, but that does not prevent the inevitable for every one of us.

Suddenly, she felt a hand around her waist. It was guiding her forward to the exit. "Come on." He whispered. "We're almost there."

All sediments are capable of crumbling within seconds of having been formed.

As they were running down the last bit of the hallway, a large block of concrete fell down and separated them. "Amon!" She shrieked. Robin tried to search around for him but the dust was too great. A few minutes later, the entire Factory was in flames.

The heart is a fragile thing.

Six years later, Robin was sitting at a table, eating wedding cake quietly. All of her friends were there—the entire STN-J graduating class, Harry, Michael, Miss Karasuma, Nagira…and then, of course, the bride and the groom: Doujima and Sakaki. Everyone had given their congratulations, and now, the reception was coming to a close. Sakaki had proposed to Doujima soon after Robin's grandfather had died, and so the sadness she felt over this was eased away a little from the exciting news. A lot of people were shocked that they were both ready for a serious commitment, but Robin knew all along. The ceremony had gone smoothly over all, except for the slight problem with a few buttons on Doujima's dress, which Robin and Miss Karasuma had been busy fixing. She finished the rest of her cake in a bored manner, stood up to congratulate them once again, and went outside to get a little fresh air. They were right next to a lake, and so she gazed at it peacefully for several moments. Still though, something was missing…

It is the center of a being…yet it can break so easily.

"I knew I'd find you out here." Robin turned around and watched as her husband approached her. She smiled, and met him with a small kiss as one arm rested on her waist. She could never leave him for very long—not only were they married, but they were also hunting partners. True, the STN-J no longer worked for Solomon, but they were still able to capture bad witches safely for another company. After the Factory had been burned down, the STN-J merged with the different company so they could always monitor where the witches were being taken.

A weak heart will be consumed by regret and bitterness, but a rightfully strong heart will live on.

Robin felt for the wedding band on his finger. It was the final proof that he truly loved her. She remembered happily how he had proposed to her—calmly and casually, as if he was talking about the weather—and after that, their wedding day…and then, of course, their energetic wedding night. She blushed slightly, even now. "Why, I don't know what you're talking about, Amon." She answered innocently. "I've just been out here, waiting for you…" He smiled through her lips and kissed her even deeper pleasantly. That smile of his…she never got tired of seeing it. She giggled. "A…Amon…we can't…we're in public…" He responded to this by picking her up swiftly and walking back to the car. Robin hugged his strong shoulders carelessly and smiled. Although he had trained her craft, she had trained his heart…now, they would be happy together. And if they would have a girl in July or a boy in May…well, that would be just fine with her.

Review Responses:

Dreamcatcher89: I agree. Although to be honest, Robin beat Solomon more than Amon, heh.

vegetasprincess1: Yeah that would really suck. Thank goodness that never happened, ne?

Beautiful Witch Hunter Robin: Oh yeah, the whole hurricane thing. Well I hope you're safe! I start school tomorrow actually, and I can already tell it's going to suck. I hope things turned out okay for you.

Yuna of Paradise: Haha I know, 15 rocks. I just wish…I dunno, they could've confirmed our speculations that their feelings were more than just about friendship/hunting partners. Meh. Anyways, I'm glad to know you had a nice trip…

Amon's Angel of Darkness: Sorry, there's no possibility for a sequel, and you'll be happy to know that the Factory did NOT, in fact, collapse of the two. That would've really sucked…

Wake-Robin: Will do! Glad you've enjoyed it…

Gundamwinggirl: Hahaha I'm sure Amon wouldn't be too happy if he heard you call him a lovesick puppy. Lol! And I'm really glad that I made you less nervous. School isn't that bad! And I will start tomorrow, so hopefully this will calm me down, heh.

Haruya: Well yeah, Dr. Solomon wasn't in the original anime…she's a character that I made up. For more info on her and everything you can see the bottom section right below this one.

kymjo: Everyday!? Well I hope this is fast enough for you! =D

MidnightBlade07: Yes, Amon seems to be very protective, ne?

Cat: Yeah I don't want it to end either, but then I do want it to end. Lol. So yeah, I know how you feel. I'm not going to make another WHR fic/sequel to this story (too much anime, not enough time). And yeah, I write the 'simple truth' things myself.

CrazyFemaleDragon: Arigato! I hope you like the ending!

GoddessOfTheFlames: Thanks! Glad you like it…

And now, here's the FAQ part of this final update…

Q: Will there be a sequel for this story? A: No. I like the ending just the way it is.

Q: Are you going to make any other Witch Hunter Robin stories in the future? A: No, probably to a lot of my readers' disappointment, lol. It's for a couple of reasons, really. One is that I don't want to be known as a 'WHR author' here. In fact, I don't want to be known as an author to any particular genre. Another is that, contrary to what it may seem, working with the same characters day after day gets kind of boring. Although you'll be happy to know that I really LOVE working with Amon/Robin/all the other characters. The anime is just too cool and screamed 'make a fanfiction based on me' when the 15th episode came on the air.

Q: I still don't understand the whole 'Dr. Solomon' thing. A: Well first off, the woman Dr. Solomon is a fictional character that I made up. That said, her name was first mentioned in Chapter 15, when Amon and Robin were reading the glossary page of the book she found. They forgot about it after that, but then she makes a bodily appearance in the 18th chapter. She was kind of the true evil person, the one behind the scenes, and Zaizen was only her right-hand man.

Q: So what exactly happened to Amon after the Factory burned? A: That's kind of up to the reader to decide, but we can basically assume he escaped with his life somehow and met up with Robin later. Please excuse me for being evil on that part and leaving you guys in suspense, hehehe.

Q: And what really happened with their mothers? A: Again, that's up to the reader, but they're definitely dead…

Q: What will you be working on in the future? A: Currently I am working on my Sess&Kag paired Inuyasha fic, The Demonic Struggle for Love, which is a sequel to The Involuntary King and Queen. Go read it if you have time! After that, I have a strong feeling that I will start up with some sort of Wolf's Rain fanfiction. That anime is so cool. It sure is taking adult swim a long time to completely air all of it though, lol. And I have no idea which two characters will be part of the pairing (any advice on that?). I definitely need to wait until I see all of it, though.

Q: Can you beta/read/review any of my stories? A: Sure. But only if you review for one of my stories first, hehehe. Tell me what the link is or the name of the story and I'll see what I can do.

Q: Can I beta read your story? A: Again, yes. I have a small rule that you must have at least one story with an average of ten reviews per chapter. If you're interested, e-mail me by the address in my profile (not my MSN one).

And that'll be all for me. Thank you ALL readers/reviewers. You guys make it all worth it! Really! And thank you to the company that made WHR (I forget the name but I know it's the same one that made Cowboy Bebop). If you have any further questions then please e-mail me. Again, I truly had a lot of fun writing this, and it was a challenge at times. For now, it's off to Inuyasha once again. I hope you enjoyed this story. R&R! Arigato, ja ne!