I do not own Witch Hunter Robin....yadda yadda yadda
The black sedan rolled to a slow stop. His gaze lifted, peering through the sunroof to the full moon hovering majestically overhead. 'today was exhausting' he thought. He lowered his gaze to the reflections of the moon skipping across the water in front of him. It had become a habit for him to come here when he was feeling a little worn and tattered. Something about this place gave him a sense of peace. He noticed there were still a few people wandering about enjoying the warm summer night. Young couples...in love 'hmph...love...is it possible to truly possess it'.......Grinding his thoughts to a halt he cranked the ignition steering his car for home.
He opened the door to his quiet little cottage home. He was comfortable here. He sought out his favorite chair plopping his full weight into it's comfortable cushions. Throwing his arms on the sides, and his legs stretched out before him....he allowed himself to relax. 'why' he asked himself silently before laying his head against the back of the chair. Within minutes he had sucum to sleep.
He again found himself reliving the dream that had haunted him for 18 months. Never relenting, never allowing him to forget. ** She stood there before him, her eyes pleading for him to say something but he couldn't bring himself to gift her with the words that would have changed everything....her last words came back to him like they did the thousands of time's before 'distance changes nothing' ...her eyes so sincere, so caring....so sad...then she turned and walked away....from him. **
"Robin...." he muttered in his sleep....the sound of his own voice bringing him back to contiousness.
His eyes opened but he refused to move.....he lay there staring at the specks in the ceiling. Thinking about how long it had been since he last saw Robin, wondering like he had so many other times, what she was doing....if she was alright.....if she missed him also. It had been a year and a half since she left Japan. After the Factory blew up, they spent several months hiding together letting things settle down. In that time the Japanese governement had declared it unlawful to prosecute or hunt witches making it safe for all craft users. Robin had been offered a position at the monastary she was raised in. She accepted. She'd written Nagira, and the others. But he'd never recieved so much as a post card. She had asked about him in her letters to the others, which gave him some comfort knowing he was at least still in her thoughts.
Grumbling to himself he forced his body out of the chair....shuffling about the cottage preparing for the new day. He flipped on the bathroom light, wincing at it's brightness. Raking his fingers through his hair he grumbled at himself in the mirror. Finally reaching to turn on the water in the shower....he slid out of his clothes which had hadn't taken off from the night before. He stood beneath the hot water for several minutes. Allowing the hot liquid to cascade over his body. Dipping his head back to moisten his ebony locks. He was quick about getting his shower. He dried his body off, tossing the towel into the hamper behind the bathroom door. Strolling around the house now nude tending to the rest of his morning needs. He poured himself a cup of coffee before going to get dressed. He noted the time, realizing he had no rush this morning. He took his time, sparing himself some time to check his email, and browse a few websites. One in particular that he kept stored in his favorites. (A/N: forgive me I cannot for the life of me remember the name of the monastary Robin was raised in) He stared blankly at the screen before him, examining the old brick walls and somber beauty of the structure. He'd stared at this photo more times than he could remember....to many damn times. His frusteration rose within him....he closed the laptop with a light slam, before continuing about his morning routine.
He was soon headed out the door.....he and his brother had started a investigative agency after "The Factory" incident. With his brothers connections and Amon's knowledge of undercover work they had a great reputation, the business had grown considerably. Which had greatly helped him in purchasing his modest home. Nagira and his secretary were now man and wife. Soon their family would be growing to include another. Amon had accepted his destiny to be alone. That's just how it is he told himself...over and over and over. Never quite knowing who he was trying to fool. He pulled into the street making his usual turns. He rolled to a stop at a crosswalk, gazing ahead he spotted a figured crowned with chesnut golden hair walking alongside a young man .....'Robin?.....' When his turn came to move he drove by slowly....examining her face....berating himself for his behavior upon realizing it was not her. He excelerated, shooting through traffic....within moments he was pulling up to the building he and his brother jokingly called their 'home away from home' he however knew that soon he would be the one pulling the late hours. His brother walked in right behind him with the cheerful smile that he usually wore.....it irritated Amon that his brother could be so damn happy about everything.
"Well goodmorning brother" he quipped giving Amon a nudge in his ribs only adding to his frusterations with his older brother. Amon responded with his ever famous grunt of displeasure before asking what cases they had for the day "A few servalence's and a quick meeting with a client is about it for today" Nagira told him Amon looked through the files on his desk....taking out the ones he would need for the day. Nagira provided him with addresses and other pertenent information. Shortly after Amon dismissed himself leaving the office.
He almost hated this part of his job. Spying into the lifes of people and at times delivering news that would ultimately destroy them. 'at least they have lives' he found himself thinking a frusterated grown escaped his lips, pushing the thought back he continued spying on the unknowning people he'd been paid to photograph. His day seemed to drag on forever, he was growing increasingly restless just sitting there watching....'ughh...thank the gods it's quitin time' sighing he started the car pulling out into traffic. This meeting was the last ordeal he had to endure today. He had just pulled in front of the building when his cell rang. "Amon here" "Hey stranger" the familar voice chimed
The black sedan rolled to a slow stop. His gaze lifted, peering through the sunroof to the full moon hovering majestically overhead. 'today was exhausting' he thought. He lowered his gaze to the reflections of the moon skipping across the water in front of him. It had become a habit for him to come here when he was feeling a little worn and tattered. Something about this place gave him a sense of peace. He noticed there were still a few people wandering about enjoying the warm summer night. Young couples...in love 'hmph...love...is it possible to truly possess it'.......Grinding his thoughts to a halt he cranked the ignition steering his car for home.
He opened the door to his quiet little cottage home. He was comfortable here. He sought out his favorite chair plopping his full weight into it's comfortable cushions. Throwing his arms on the sides, and his legs stretched out before him....he allowed himself to relax. 'why' he asked himself silently before laying his head against the back of the chair. Within minutes he had sucum to sleep.
He again found himself reliving the dream that had haunted him for 18 months. Never relenting, never allowing him to forget. ** She stood there before him, her eyes pleading for him to say something but he couldn't bring himself to gift her with the words that would have changed everything....her last words came back to him like they did the thousands of time's before 'distance changes nothing' ...her eyes so sincere, so caring....so sad...then she turned and walked away....from him. **
"Robin...." he muttered in his sleep....the sound of his own voice bringing him back to contiousness.
His eyes opened but he refused to move.....he lay there staring at the specks in the ceiling. Thinking about how long it had been since he last saw Robin, wondering like he had so many other times, what she was doing....if she was alright.....if she missed him also. It had been a year and a half since she left Japan. After the Factory blew up, they spent several months hiding together letting things settle down. In that time the Japanese governement had declared it unlawful to prosecute or hunt witches making it safe for all craft users. Robin had been offered a position at the monastary she was raised in. She accepted. She'd written Nagira, and the others. But he'd never recieved so much as a post card. She had asked about him in her letters to the others, which gave him some comfort knowing he was at least still in her thoughts.
Grumbling to himself he forced his body out of the chair....shuffling about the cottage preparing for the new day. He flipped on the bathroom light, wincing at it's brightness. Raking his fingers through his hair he grumbled at himself in the mirror. Finally reaching to turn on the water in the shower....he slid out of his clothes which had hadn't taken off from the night before. He stood beneath the hot water for several minutes. Allowing the hot liquid to cascade over his body. Dipping his head back to moisten his ebony locks. He was quick about getting his shower. He dried his body off, tossing the towel into the hamper behind the bathroom door. Strolling around the house now nude tending to the rest of his morning needs. He poured himself a cup of coffee before going to get dressed. He noted the time, realizing he had no rush this morning. He took his time, sparing himself some time to check his email, and browse a few websites. One in particular that he kept stored in his favorites. (A/N: forgive me I cannot for the life of me remember the name of the monastary Robin was raised in) He stared blankly at the screen before him, examining the old brick walls and somber beauty of the structure. He'd stared at this photo more times than he could remember....to many damn times. His frusteration rose within him....he closed the laptop with a light slam, before continuing about his morning routine.
He was soon headed out the door.....he and his brother had started a investigative agency after "The Factory" incident. With his brothers connections and Amon's knowledge of undercover work they had a great reputation, the business had grown considerably. Which had greatly helped him in purchasing his modest home. Nagira and his secretary were now man and wife. Soon their family would be growing to include another. Amon had accepted his destiny to be alone. That's just how it is he told himself...over and over and over. Never quite knowing who he was trying to fool. He pulled into the street making his usual turns. He rolled to a stop at a crosswalk, gazing ahead he spotted a figured crowned with chesnut golden hair walking alongside a young man .....'Robin?.....' When his turn came to move he drove by slowly....examining her face....berating himself for his behavior upon realizing it was not her. He excelerated, shooting through traffic....within moments he was pulling up to the building he and his brother jokingly called their 'home away from home' he however knew that soon he would be the one pulling the late hours. His brother walked in right behind him with the cheerful smile that he usually wore.....it irritated Amon that his brother could be so damn happy about everything.
"Well goodmorning brother" he quipped giving Amon a nudge in his ribs only adding to his frusterations with his older brother. Amon responded with his ever famous grunt of displeasure before asking what cases they had for the day "A few servalence's and a quick meeting with a client is about it for today" Nagira told him Amon looked through the files on his desk....taking out the ones he would need for the day. Nagira provided him with addresses and other pertenent information. Shortly after Amon dismissed himself leaving the office.
He almost hated this part of his job. Spying into the lifes of people and at times delivering news that would ultimately destroy them. 'at least they have lives' he found himself thinking a frusterated grown escaped his lips, pushing the thought back he continued spying on the unknowning people he'd been paid to photograph. His day seemed to drag on forever, he was growing increasingly restless just sitting there watching....'ughh...thank the gods it's quitin time' sighing he started the car pulling out into traffic. This meeting was the last ordeal he had to endure today. He had just pulled in front of the building when his cell rang. "Amon here" "Hey stranger" the familar voice chimed