Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Ghosts of the Past ❯ Bottle bottom ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By Jd Wheels
Amon sat in Harry’s, sipping on a double whisky, silently brooding at the end of the bar. He was not even noticing any of the other patron’s that were carousing around, enjoying a few drinks after a hard day at work.

The man’s mind was flittering back in time, a time when his comrades at the STN-J had toppled the Factory and vanquished Zaizen. He was happy about that, but the cost in the end was way too much for anyone to pay. They may have won the battle months ago, but losing Robin on that day was not worth it. Nothing was worth that much.

When the factory fell, it had collapsed inwards on itself. The others had escaped, as Amon had. He tried in vain for hours after the others had left to find any trace of Robin. Unable to fined even a shred of evidence that the young girl had escaped, he had gone into hiding and to heal from the broken arm ands other things that he had incurred. That was the last he had seen of her, when they were trying to escape.

Harry came over to the somber man, carrying another drink in hand.
“ You should slow down on these, Amon.” The man said, obviously caring about the state of the man. “ No amount of drink will bring Robin back.”
“ Just keep bringing them...” Amon grunted, downing the last of the drink he had, then grabbing the other one from Harry. “ You just serve, I will deal with how much I drink.”
“ I am only being concerned with your state.” The man said, in his usual soft way.
“ Like I said, you just keep them coming until I say to stop.” The long maned hunter said, his words harsh and short.

The owner of the establishment nodded, knowing full well that arguing with the man was futile. He took the empty glass away, and went off to serve others, leaving the man to his little corner of blackness.

Amon just sat and his mind drifted to Robin once more in his mind. It was there, no matter how much he was pouring into himself. He felt the loss deeply, that is why he went back to work quickly, to try and stem the feelings that he had on Robin’s death. Even work only helped while he was on hunts, off time was when he found himself thinking more again. No matter what he did, he could not escape it.

A hour later, he payed up his tab, and teetered his way out of Harry’s. He bounced off the wall a little as he went down the entrance hallway. He just growled to himself, scaring a older gentleman who was coming in to the place. He just snuffed, and walked out of the entranceway, to the outside world.

Very inebriated, he began to stagger his way back to the STN headquarters, knowing that he was far too drunk to try and drive himself home. He walked only with a small hint of the alcohol that coursed through him, but it was still noticeable.
In the main area of the computer room, he stood in the darkened silence of the place. He could even feel the presence of the young girl still lingering there. He could still feel the dull ache of his sadness even through the may glasses of whisky he had consumed over the hours at Harry’s. It was like a deep pit, with no bottom... a pain that nothing seemed to fully take away for him. Always in his mind, the tawny haired young girl was there.

He lurched forward, going to try and get some sleep on the small couch they had off to the side. A movement caught his eye, and he turned to see just what it was.

The brown haired figure of Karasuma stood there, looking at the extremely drunk man.
“ You seem to be quite drunk...” She said, her inflection was flat and to the point.
“ I had a few...” He said, scowling at his fellow hunter.
“ By the look of your bloodshot eyes...More than a few, I’d say.” She said.

Amon just loosely nodded, his head spinning from all of the alcohol. The woman stepped near to the man, and took his arm and guided him to the couch. Amon would usually resist a gesture like this, but he found himself in no shape to do it. He just let her get him sitting down, with a plop, on the cushions.

Miho looked at the other hunter, seeing a great sadness there. She had seen it ever since he had shown back for work awhile ago. She had an inkling to why he was like this, but she had been hesitated to confront the man on her suspicions until now. Seeing him in this shape, was spurring on her need to speak up.
“ Is this about Robin?” She finally asked.

The man looked up, his face shocked. She had struck a nerve.
“ You just never mind why I have gotten myself drunk here...” He slurred, his voice very gruff.
“ Don’t gimme that crap, Amon...” The woman said, being a little more forceful with Amon. “ We all miss Robin too, you know..” She started, seeing how when she said Robin’s name, it seemed to spark his interest through the haze. “We even thought that you were dead at one point also....”
“ I don’t want to talk about it.” He said, swinging his arm to visually show his unwillingness to even discuss it.
“ Your not even going to listen to me?”
“ No!” He said, hiccupping as he responded.

The lady sighed, as she realized that Amon was far too drunk to even try and reason with him, but she knew that reasoning would not be easier when he became sobered up. She turned and started to leave, knowing the man was not going to listen.

Half way to the elevator, Miho suddenly stopped. She halfway turned towards the man who was half sprawled out the couch.
“ I know you had fallen in love with her.” She said, her voice had a hint of inflection.

Amon’s body twitched, as if hot by a mild electric current.
“ Why would you say that?” He loudly said, his face now reddened.. “ She was just a girl... I was her protector here at the STN-J.”

The hunter woman turned fully to face the man. She just looked right at the man, her face serious in nature as she took a few steps closer.
“ I see it in your eyes. You have always tried to hid your damned emotions from everyone, but this emotion you cannot his from even yourself.” She said back. “ In order to heal and get out of this hell you have made for yourself... you have to admit to your self, that you did love her.”

The man snuffed, and seemed to tune out the woman. He turned as he dismissed everything the lady had been saying with the coldness that he was known for, but that long face was hiding not hiding what was in his mind..

Miho sighed, turned back and got in to the elevator. She pushed the button, and the doors closed. She closed her eyes and prayed a little, knowing the man was self destructing right before all of his friend’s eyes. She felt helpless to stop it, and knew that she could not do that for him.

Amon sat in the stillness of the room, his mind fogged and reeling from his little talk with the woman hunter. Even sodden by drink, his mind had held on to what Miho had said, and it echoed loudly through him right to his soul.
“ How could she say all of those damned things?” He asked himself with a snuff, as he unceremoniously flopped back to lay prone on the couch, the alcohol finally taking over fully. “Miho was ridiculous in thinking of that crap!!”

The man snuffed at the thought, and closed his eyes, but he was not even bying his own words. As he passed out finally, his mind was screaming at him one line.
“ She’s right... I did fall in love.”

His world slipped into the total coma state of the final stage of his night time drunk. The last picture in his head was of the blond haired beauty in the Victorian dress known as Robin Sena.