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Hi there. My little proof-reader mirri found a couple of little mistakes the chapters so I'm going back to change them. If any one is reading this, please review. It really does help me a lot because it shows me that there are people acutally reading my story which fuels me to keep writing.

Don't you ever get the feeling that you were put on this earth for a purpose?

Meaning you that were born to do something.

Something only you, as yourself, could do.

Maybe it was about time I found that something.

And did it.

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Darkness.

It comes when the sun slips under the horizon.

It beckons for us in our nightmares.

It is where no one knows or sees anything.

Where everything is relied on instinct...

It was all Amon saw when everything was lost. When his life, as he knew it, became something of the past.

Ebony strands fell into his eyes as he sat up; morning rays shone into the small cottage. He didn't understand what had happened almost a year ago, when he awoke in a field. Alive, especially when he was supposed to be the opposite.

The STN knew nothing of this miracle though.

They were in the dark.

Touko, on the other hand, knew. She knew very well. How did you expect him to have found this small haven? How had he managed to get false identities and such without much hassle? Touko had the connections. She had hunted him. Trying to find the truth; was he truly dead, she asked over and over again. Until she discovered him, by complete luck, in a bar in a small town nearby.

Crawling out of the small cot, he found a shirt and pants before leaving the quaint home.

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"Yamamato!" Spinning around, his famous trench coat swooped in pursuit. Yamamoto was the alias he'd been using for the last couple of months. "You're late, again!"

"I apologize."

The perky blonde slapped his back and gave him a glaring smile. "It's alright! She's here again by the way. I think you've got a stalker on your hands. And change out of that stupid coat, you're scaring the costumers."

Glancing over, the ex-hunter recognized her immediately.

Touko's messenger. Her name was not important. And to her, neither was Amon's. All there was between the two were an exchange of information. Touko was still being watched by the STN. However, they call it 'protecting' instead. There was a better side though; she was only inspected until nightfall. After about six, she was free from surveillance.

"Hello." He greeted her as if she were a regular costumer.

"She wants to meet you tonight at eight. In the meadow by your house." He gave her a curt nod before she gave a real order. To ensure no suspicion would be aroused.

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The field was part of his property. Grass and small flowers lay flat on the plain. Only his small home and a few trees dotted the area. Usually, the moon alone would give just enough light to see. Though it was barely enough.

"Amon." Her voice was soft; sometimes, he wondered if she was afraid of him. Because that was the tone she spoke with majority of the time she was with him. Gentle... with a tinge of fear.

"Hello, Touko." Turning, he found himself being absorbed into hazel eyes. "How have you..."

His sentence trailed off without any hope of being continued as the young brunette looped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a hot kiss.

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As he awoke to the abyss, Amon felt around for his lover.

She was gone.

Though it didn't surprise him, he felt a slight pang in his chest. Sex just wasn't their thing. And yet, it was their only thing. Once it was over and done with, nothing had been fulfilled between the two. But it was also all they did. Ever since the day she found him again. Some where within him, however, he knew he had deep feelings for her.

With a sigh, he threw his arm over his eyes. Another someone came to mind.

Tonight was like all the others. Something haunted him. Thoughts of a certain young woman with emerald irises kept flashing through his mind. Maybe it was because Robin was different than everyone else he knew. But he would like to believe that the reason for her constant reappearance in his head was because she was the last thing he had seen before that building collapsed. The last second he was supposed to be living.

Soon, after he managed to calm his thoughts, Amon shut his eyes and told himself to get some sleep. Tomorrow was a new day that some miracle maker had decided to give him.

The curtain fluttered with the wind. A cloud drifted over the moon, giving a moment of complete obscurity.

"Amon."

Shooting straight up from his bed by the window, his eyes were alert. Someone had just whispered his name. He was positive of it. Staring out into the night, he didn't see a thing but a single firefly.