Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Bewitched ❯ Consumed ( Chapter 1 )

Bewitched

By: Youkai Yume

[Author's Note]

Yume: Well, it's finally happened. I've finally broken away from my "Inuyasha stories forever" and moved onto adding WHR fics to my resume. This is all your fault, Clever Falcon. (starts grumbling about stupid muses)

CF: {comes in with bag of chocolate covered popcorn} CF couldn't help giving Yume the idea! {pouts} CF hated the anime ending! {starts eating popcorn}

Yume: Eeeeew, how can you eat that? Anyways, here's my first Witch Hunter Robin fic, "Bewitched." This takes place after the 26th episode. Main pairing is Amon X Robin.

CF: Please read and review at the end of this chapter, and no flames, pweeze! ^_^

[Disclaimer]: Witch Hunter Robin does not belong to me, and the song "White Flag," belongs to Dido.

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Chapter 1: Consumed

If I ever said that you meant nothing to me…

I lied…

Before the very earth beneath him crumbled…Before the darkness consumed him…There was only her. The fear in her green eyes, the flutter of her golden strands of hair, the warmth of her embrace.

If you thought that I would just forsake you…

You were wrong…

Would they die here? Buried beneath the rubble of the Factory's destruction? There had been a light at the end of the tunnel-a way of escape that would insure their survival. And yet, in his surprisingly calm demeanor…he knew that he would not be one of the ones to make it to that light; to escape the collapsing building. It was too far away.

Why do you look at me so?

As if you see right through me?

And why do I feel so vulnerable against it?

Kurasuma had made it out safely, not once looking back. She was close at her heels, and would've made it out as well, if she had not done what she had. And to this day, he still didn't understand why she did it. Looked back.

It had happened in that one moment. Emerald green against dark slate. Her eyes reflected an unexplainable emotion that seemed to course through him like fire. The line between hunter and witch blurred. The light behind her was instantly cut off with the falling of a huge pillar. They were trapped. There was no escape now.

I wasn't able to feel before…

For the first time in his life, he felt fear. Not for himself, not because of death…but for her. It was the fear that he would see her die, right before his very own eyes. Her orbs began to well with unshed tears, and her lips parted to call out his name, only no sound came out.

Time seemed to slow, and the hunter could feel his heartbeat quicken as she made a dash towards him, her black dress bellowing behind her. Without hesitation, without thinking, he embraced her as she came, his arms tightening around her petite form.

I didn't want these feelings,

Nor did I understand them…

He could feel her hot tears seep through his black clothes, scorching his skin like liquid fire. The sound of the cracking and crumbling building was deafening, the falling debris echoing in their ears. But despite that, Nothing sounded more clear, nor pure than the whisper of her soft voice, ushering his name as if it were a gentle caress.

"Amon…"

All I know is that I felt something for you…

Had he had known this would be their fate, he would've…he would've what? The witch in his arms began to tremble, her embrace tightening around his own. Everything was beginning to fade. If only there was more time, to…fill this empty void within himself, to explain why even after years of being emotionless, he was seemingly exposed to her. A girl that he once tried to kill, he now sought only to protect. And even that he couldn't do.

I don't want you…

The pain was beginning to come, as the debris fell around and on them, one by one. And the only thought that could resound in his head was…

'Robin…'

I need you

The world fades, reality ends, and the darkness takes over.

I am not immune to your fire….

And through the darkness, he couldn't help but let himself drown in her emerald pools so filled with grief and torment. So darkened with pain and regret…and yet flickering ever so slightly with hope and trust.

I am consumed by it

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The music blared through the black headphones, and his head swayed back and forth slightly to the tune as his fingers danced nimbly over the keys. The soft sound of his typing was the only thing that resounded throughout the room, and the moon's rays filtering through the large windows of glass was his only source of light.

Michael let out a soft yawn, his fingers leaving the keyboard as he threw his arms back to stretch lazily against his chair. His eyes trailed tiredly back to the screen, a flickering picture of the next witch that they were hunting was displayed.

He sighed. Nothing but work, day in and day out. Even after his allowed privilege of leaving the STNJ building after the fall of the factory, it was still so very lonely when it was just him in the large empty place.

Michael leaned forward, resting his chin on his propped up hand, his eyes glazing over with a distant look.

'It wasn't all that bad. Not when she was here…'

A ghost of a smile graced the young boy's lips when he remembered Robin. He missed her. Her late night visits that she would pay him sometimes, bearing boxes of donuts and steaming coffee. She had been his first real friend in a long time…

But his smile was replaced with a frown. It had been nearly six months ago since Robin had supposedly left the earth. Along with Amon…The hacker vaguely wondered where they were. Were they safe? Possibly hiding? Perhaps Solomon was still after them, afterall…their bodies were never found.

Tentatively, Michael let his hands return to the keys, and the continuous sound of his typing resumed. The replacement had arrived shortly after. A girl with short red hair and violet eyes by the name of Aya. Her craft? Electrical energy, though it wasn't very strong.

His eyebrows furrowed together. Aya wasn't very easy to get along with; kind of snobbish and arrogant in her own silent way. She didn't talk much, but when she did, her tone was harsh, sometimes sarcastic. Michael knew she meant well though. Afterall, she had her moments.

Michael suspected it was because Aya was at times, overconfident-which caused her to slip up on a couple of hunts, but she hid it with her pride.

But still…

'She's no Robin.'

He sighed, his mind wandering once more to the fire witch. He could only pray that she was safe, and perhaps felt a bit better if Amon was there with her. Despite the fact that the ex-hunter had once been out for her blood, he knew he would never be able to truly hunt Robin.

Call it instinct. But the hacker just couldn't accept the explanation that they were dead. Not those two. They were too strong.

And if they were alive-which Michael was sure they were-he wondered if he would ever see them again…

His eyes left the screen and his thoughts were interrupted when the sound of the ringing phone broke his concentration. Michael looked curiously at the blinking light that shone on the phone, wondering who could be calling so late.

Scratching his head, he took the receiver in his hands.

'All this time, you'd think we would have caller id by now…'

"Hello?" He greeted groggily.

"Michael."

The boy nearly fell out of his chair at the sound of the voice. Instantly, he stood up, his eyes wide and his heartbeat quickening. That voice was unmistakable; he'd recognize it anywhere, even after six months. Michael barely choked out the next words.

"I-Is it really you?" He asked, his voice quivering.

A lengthy pause. Then…

"I need to ask you a favor."

Regaining his composure, he chuckled slightly. 'Nothing's changed…' Sitting back down, he nodded, holding the receiver close to his ear.

"Sure, what is it?"

There was another prolonged silence before the voice on the other line finally spoke; their voice quiet and foreboding as the word escaped.

"Robin."

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With a heavy sigh, he turned off his phone, pocketing it in his black trench coat and leaning back in his seat. The bar was dim, and cold slate eyes stared deep in thought, reflecting the small flame on the candle in the middle of his table in his dark eyes.

His expression was solemn, serious, and as brooding.

'Still nothing…' Amon thought bitterly. He brought his glass to his lips, letting the whisky burn down his throat. His mind was set but on one thought, and had been for the past six months. Not even Michael had been able to retrieve any information on the elusive fire witch.

He set the drink down with a heavy thump, his eyes, though still as indifferent as it was then, burned with a smoldering fire…a decision that could not be wavered.

Why was he still searching? Why was he trying so hard to find her? Had she been any other, he would not have hesitated to erase her from his mind…

'And yet I still can't,' Amon couldn't understand why he felt such a strong need to see her again. Perhaps it was because…he felt obligated. Yes, that was it. He felt like it was a part of his duty to protect her, guide her…

Amon closed his eyes, his fingers coming up to hold a ruby red pendant that hung around his neck in place of the old orbo cross that he used to wear.

'Or maybe…I'm just lying to myself…hiding…'

The sound of heels paced the stage on the other side of the bar, as the singer made her way up to the microphone. Amon's eyes remained fixated on the flickering candlelight, and he visibly relaxed when the soothing sound of her song reached his ears. The voice soft and enchanting as it permeated the gloomy atmosphere of the bar.

I know you think that I shouldn't still love you,

I'll tell you that

Brushing ebony hair out of his eyes, Amon leaned back against his chair, letting himself become lost in the tune of the song, and allowing plaguing memories to resurface.

But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it

Where's the sense in that?

It had been dark then as well. He remembered nothing but the searing pain of the falling pillars and debris. Nothing but the feeling of her arms wrapped tightly around his, the hot dampness of her tears, his name on her lips.

I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder

Or return to where we were

He had awoken in a cold sweat that night, his breathing heavy as the scene of their supposed death played over and over in his head in the vivid dream-no, nightmare. Strange, how he was not in the rubble like he had expected, but instead in the soft comforts of warm blankets and sheets.

That was when Amon remembered. They hadn't died afterall. Bloody and bruised, they had escaped the wreckage, limping into the safety of the shadows and already, hiding from ones known as hunters.

Well I will go down with this ship

And I won't hold my hands up and surrender

He had held her close then, he could tell she was in possibly more pain than himself…but Robin had bitten her lip, biting back whimpers and cries. She had only looked at him then with emerald eyes of liquid trust. Thinking it safer for now, they did not risk going to a hospital, and opted for a hotel.

Without much words exchanged, the memory fluttered back to him…the softness of her hands as she gingerly wrapped the bandages around his torso. Amon didn't like feeling this weak, enough to let a young girl handle his wounds.

But strangely, as he sat there, on the edge of the bed, watching her careful movements as she tended to him, he could care less.

There will be no white flag above my door

I'm in love and always will be

Robin had been beside him when he fell into his restless sleep. He had made sure of that, watching over Robin as her ragged breathing evened, her eyelashes still holding traces of teardrops. And yet when he had awakened…she was no longer there.

I know I left too much mess and

Destruction to come back again

Cold slate eyes had searched the room frantically; a sudden panic filled him like never before, as the young witch left no signs of her ever being there. He was filled with a sudden dread then that he could not comprehend…what if the factory had already found her and taken her without him knowing it? But then…that wouldn't make any sense. They would've taken him too.

That was when he caught a flicker of ruby glinting in the corner of his eye. Turning, he allowed his dark gaze to rest upon a note on the tableside. And lying on top of it was red pendant that he recognized to be Robin's.

Carefully, he had taken the note in one hand, and held the necklace firmly in the other.

And I've caused nothing but trouble

I understand if you can't talk to me again

Amon couldn't deny it. But he had felt a sudden feeling of abandonment and loss as his chest tightened at the sight of the two simple words scribbled on the small piece of paper.

"I'm Sorry."

And if you live by the rules of "it's over"

Then I'm sure that that makes sense

His hand tightened around the pendant around his neck as the memory faded. He could see her eyes every time he closed his; unable to forget her sad smile…perhaps that was why he was really searching for her now. So that he could forget. The elusive witch named Robin.

Well I will go down with this ship

And I won't put my hands up and surrender

There will be no white flag above my door

I'm in love and always will be

'What were you sorry about…Robin?' The question echoed in his head everyday since then. And everyday he had searched for her to find out the answer. Did she feel as if she could not be forgiven?

Six long months and counting…it was if the earth had swallowed her up, and all traces of her had vanished. Was he chasing a ghost?

And when we meet

Which I'm sure we will

But still, Amon knew…as if he could feel her presence, that he would see her fiery pools of green once more. As if she was constantly beckoning, calling him. And unable to comprehend, nor fight it…he could do nothing but follow.

All that was then

Will be there still

He wasn't blind. Amon knew that the young witch had been somewhat attached to him. Believed in him more than he thought a human being was capable of. A selfish part of him took pride in knowing that he and he alone possessed her unyielding trust. He shook the intruding thoughts out of his head.

But at the same time, he wished Robin hadn't put so much faith in him.

I'll let it pass

And hold my tongue

He had no doubt in his mind…that she trusted him still. 'I don't understand, Robin…' He mused, 'How you could believe in a man that had his gun aimed at you?' She had not questioned him then, stared at him with nothing but that damned trust when he cocked his gun. Only nodded, and closed her eyes, at peace knowing she would die by his hands…

And you will think

That I've moved on…

He couldn't do it then. Amon doubted he could do it now or ever for that matter. 'Even though I promised to take her life should her powers become uncontrollable.'

Robin. Had she forgotten him? Did she still think of him often as he did her? And more importantly, why did he care?

Well I will go down with this ship

And I won't put my hands up and surrender

There will be no white flag above my door

I'm in love and always will be

Amon let his thoughts die away as his eyes wandered over to the stage, where the girl was still singing her soothing song, weaving the words into the entrancing melody as if she were chanting a spell.

Well I will go down with this ship

And I won't put my hands up and surrender

There will be no white flag above my door

I'm in love and always will be

Cold slate depths examined her form carefully. She was dressed in a simple creamy dress that reached her ankles, upon her torso was a casual hooded sweater. Around her pale neck was a white scarf. Amon found his eyes widening as each second passed that his eyes remained on her.

Well I will go down with this ship

Her hair was down, cascading honey-gold tresses that reached the middle of her back, with two braids that slung over either shoulder tied in velvet ribbons that so reminded him of…

And I won't put my hands up and surrender

The breath in Amon's lungs left him as he settled on her eyes. Her molten green eyes of the purest emerald…a flicker of fire as he realized that the girl who was still singing her song was looking straight at him, Perhaps this whole entire time…with a look of longing and sadness. She was bewitching.

There will be no white flag above my door

Despite her supposed disguise…he knew without a doubt…

I'm in love and always will be

It was Robin.

He watched as the song faded into sweet nothingness, and she took a hasty bow. Not once looking back as she ran off the stage and into the dark recesses of the hallway.

Amon blinked once before standing up, his heartbeat rapid. He couldn't let her slip through as a sudden realization and dread coursed through his being.

'She's running away…again."

He ran after her, the swish of his black trench coat bellowed behind him.

End Chapter

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[Author's Note]

Yume: Okay, that's it for the first chapter of "Bewitched!"

CF: REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! If you want more chapters that is!

Yume: No flames please…Oh, inspiration for this fic was all due to the theme song of WHR, "Shell" and a pic that I drew that can also be viewed on my gallery on mediaminer.org called "Enchanted!" Go to my bio-page and there will be a link taking you to my online gallery!

CF: Until next time! Kap-king! ^_^