Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ A new life ❯ Arrival ( Chapter 1 )

New life

 

Amon took a sip out of his drink. Master was staring at the clock in the wall, while it moved slowly until it showed that it was midnight. He turned around and said:

“Amon, my friend is late, and if I recall correctly you have to work tomorrow.”

“I dont care. Just serve me another drink.”

“This is the sixth you had tonight. I think you should stop. That is not good for your health.”

Amon sniffed and put the glass down. He grabbed his coat and rushed towards the door. Master stood there and watched him left. He was beginning to worry about Amon. He hasnt been the same after the death of Robin in the fall of the Factory. He remembered it as if it has been yesterday. After the fight in there, Nagira had found Amon badly hurt on the forest outside the building, unconscious. He had been in a coma for two months, and during that time, the workers that cleaned the mess of the fallen Factory found one corpse. Robins corpse. All the STN-J members went to the burial, including Robins grandfather, Juliano. Amon, of course, couldnt be there, since he was lying, ignoring the situation, in a hospital bed. Ever since he woke up and found out about her death, he hadnt been the same. Yes, he continued on his job as usual, but after work, he always went to Harrys and get drunk as it theres no tomorrow. Life had go on, but apparently the dark haired hunter couldnt go on, even if he never admit it. During the last 6 months, he had kept the same routine, work and alcohol. I wonder if he ever is gonna ge OK. Master asked himself

 

 

Amon drove through the streets of Tokyo, his blurred mind on only one thing: Robin. He hadnt told anybody, but the reason he survived the collapse of the falling Factory was because of her. Memories kept on flowing, no matter how hard he tried to drown them in alcohol, they just kept coming.

 

Flashback

 

Rubble falling around them, he was holding her hand trying to reach the elevator. Suddenly he felt that she fell, and turned around to find that her foot was trapped under a heavy piece on the roof. He tried to lift it, but all his efforts were futile.

“Go” She said

“No! I promise that I would protect you!”

“Leave! Otherwise you wont be able to survive. Just turn around and go!”

“Robin, I am not going to leave you!”

 

Her eyes lit, as she used her craft to create an explosion that sent Amon backwards. He fell on the forest near the Factory, unconscious.

 

End of flashback

 

He felt that life was unfair. He was the one that tried to hurt her, to hunt her. He was the one who should have died, not her. She was supposed to be the hope of all witches, but instead, she had died saving a Seed that hated witches. He kept on working, hoping that maybe someday, on a hunt, a witch would end his suffering, but in the past 6 months no witch has been able to do so.

The phone rang, taking him out of his thoughts. He picked it up, and it turned out to be Michael.

“Uhm, Amon?”

“Yeah, what do you want?”

“Well, just to inform you of two things. One, the replacement will be sent tonight and two, the chief told me that you are the one supposed to pick it up from the airport.”

Great, just what I needed. I have to pick up a rookie from the airport and I am drunk.

“Sure, no problem, Which flight?”

“Dunno. The replacement should be there in about half an hour, it has been informed with your description, so my guess would be that he knows who you are.”

“Ok, I will be there soon.”

 

 

She sat there on the airport waiting room. Well, sis, I just hope that granpa was right, and this Amon guy is not a complete jerk. She smiled, remembering about her sister. The really had never spent too much time together, being a witch hunter does not give you a big choice of having family and personal life. She looked at her surroundings, while listening to some music on her iPod. That was one of the things made them so different. They might look alike a lot, but their personalities were totally and completely different. Robin was the good girl, well, being raised in a convent didnt gave her much of a choice. Instead, she was the bad and crazy one, always taking the weird risks on the hunts, preferring hand-to-hand combat, instead of using her craft. Actually, she preferred not to use her craft. That was one of the reasons she was sent into STN-J, because her last partner went sycho and claimed that she must be hunted, you know, all that power in the hands of one person, too dangerous, blah blah blah, all that crap. Well, if they handled my little sisters power, I think I can use mine a little bit more.

She looked at her left, and there was the guy from the photo Juliano gave her. He looked drunk, well, it was late and it was a Friday night, the guy deserved some time-off from work. She lifted her backpack and walked to greet the hunter.

 

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Amon parked on the airport parking lot. He was trying his best to hide the fact that he had just been drinking. After he thought it was done, he left the car and walked towards the waiting rooms. He got there and saw a brunette sitting with sun glasses and two white earphones into her ears. She reminded him awfully of Robin, but thankfully that couldnt be the replacement. Michael had said “he”, so he stood there, waiting that the replacement would approach him. He was watching through the window, when he felt someone tapping on his shoulder. He turned around, and saw the same girl from before.

“Can I help you?”

“Amon, right?”

“How do you know my name?”

“I was sent here as a replacement from Solomon headquarters. They told me that you would be my first contact as I landed, and let me tell ya, you are late, so please, lets go, this jet-lag is killing me.” She said as she took off her sun glasses and the same face that haunted him every night from the past six months showed up.