Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Ghosts of the Past ❯ A little glow in the dark ( Chapter 9 )

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

The evening time was falling over Tokyo, bringing welcomed relief from the one of the hottest days of the year. The mercury had rose to one hundred degrees, which ended up baking the metropolis with relentless heat.

In a downtown hotel aptly called the Hideaway Tokyo, Amon sat in a large one bedroom hotel suite with Robin. He was looking over the SOLOMON report on the attacker from the night before. Even though he was intent on the pages, he actually he had read the report over many times that day.

Hiroyuki Sakti was the name of the witch, another for hire Witch that had been wanted by Thailand, Hong Kong and even Japan for multiple killings of hunters and humans alike. From what was written about the man, he was reported to be someone that was truly barbaric in every way... and told him that they had gotten off lucky to defeat him.

He just shook his head and threw the folder on the table in front of him, as the gravity of the whole thing was getting heavier by the moment. He could see that the danger was all there, and it spoke between the lines that it has not stopped with the witch that had attacked him and Robin earlier on. Whoever kept on hiring these people, was not about to just let it go.. Not until they killed or captured the pretty young hunter. That thought disturbed Amon.

Robin was sitting silently in a large chair just across the table from Amon, her mind seemingly to be miles away from the room even though she was trying to read a book she had found from somewhere.

The girl was mulling over all what the man had told her when they had went to Harry’s earlier that day. She could not believe that someone had put out a price on her head like that. More than that, she did not know just how these assassins knew she was still alive and in hiding in the first place. Her mind spun with the gathering fear of knowing she was a marked woman, and it was only time before she would have to fight for her life once more... and was afraid that she might end up causing Amon to lose his on life by protecting her..

Amon looked over at the young girl, and saw that she seemed to be lost in her head. He leaned forward in his chair after lighting a cigarette.
“ Robin...” He said softly.

The girl just jumped a little in her seat, then looked over at the man with a half vacant stare. She seemed a little frazzled, but she soon looked more like herself
“ Oh!” She said, as her mind came around. “ I’m sorry, Amon. Did you say something?”
“ I would ask you if your alright...” The man began, looking right into her perfect face. “ But that would be redundant.”
The girl just looked at the man’s large dark colored eyes, the flicker of fear was in her green orbs. For a second, Amon just wanted to scoop her up in his arms, kiss her and simply comfort her. He fought the urge he felt, and waited for the pretty crafter to say something to break his thoughts up.

The girl seemed to hesitate a little to speak, but never moved her eyes off of the man.
“ It seems all to unreal...” She said in a very soft voice.
“ You mean about these Assassins?”
“ Yes.” She said, her face flushed with white. “ It is difficult to grasp that someone actually wants you dead.”

Amon just nodded, not really knowing what to say to the girl. He sighed deeply, as she felt sort of helpless, which he had not felt like since he was a young boy.. Watching his mother die because of her awakening craft.
“ Who would want me dead?” She finally asked, her voice wavering.
“ Could be the underwriters of Zaizen’s plan of marketing the stronger ORBO, could be hidden factions of SOLOMON too.” He said flatly. He shouted at himself inside, as he knew that his words were not compassionate or soft. “ Perhaps a combination of the two... it is still not clear.”

Robin took a deep breath in, as she bowed her head. Amon felt the same urge to cradle her in his arms come back, wanting nothing more than to comfort her in any way he could. His mind flashed to also wanting to track down these people and stop all of this. Reminding himself that it was more important to protect his charge at any cost settled his mind down for the time being.

Robin stood up and went to the only door that was in the room, other than the main door out to the hall, and went in... it was the bedroom area She closed the door behind herself, leaving the man alone in the main area of the suite.

Amon just stared at the door for long moments, then sat back and continued to puff away on his smoke. He knew that she was still afraid, and that he could not take that away from her. He would be too, in the situation.

Inside the bedroom, which Amon had insisted she take for the duration of their stay, she sat down on the bed. She looked outside at the falling darkness, the night mirroring her feelings at the moment. She felt the pang of loneliness flood over her, and the pain of her fears. The two emotions have seemed to have made a home inside of herself.

She looked at the door she had closed, and her mind wandered. She just wanted the man outside of that door to come and hold her, to feel his arms around her in a safe embrace. She had thoughts of that many times over the last few months, he had always been on her mind anyway, but she felt the pull even stronger that he was right there. She just took in a deep breath, and tried to relax herself and stop her thoughts on the dark haired man.

Going to the other side of the room, she retrieved her satchel styled suitcase. She got out her shampoo and other personal care stuff from the pouch on the suitcases inner pocket. She stood there and stared at the stuff in her hands, in quiet contemplation.
“ I’ll try a bath...” She said to herself, knowing that usually calmed her down at the best of times.

She grabbed a towel from a free standing cabinet just before the bathroom door, and headed in. She was hoping that this would do the trick, and hopefully help her get some much needed sleep, as she anxiety was high.

Soon, the blond haired girl was immersed neck deep in the steaming hot water of her bath. She just laid there, eyes closed, trying not to think about everything. She let her body float up a little in the relaxing embrace of her bath, playfully reveling in the weightlessness that came with being in the bath. She sighed deeply, as she body was now relaxed. Even after a hour in the water, she did not want to rush anything. She was just reveling in the quiet and the steaminess of the bath.

Amon was out in the main area of the suite. He had opened a bottle of American beer that had been in the courtesy bar of the room and flicked on the television. He had heard the water running a hour ago, telling him that the young girl was cleaning up after her ordeal over the last few days.

His mind had many times pictured the girl laying in the tub, her naked form in front of him in all of it’s splendor. Each time it had, he scolded himself for the thoughts, but it seemed like they were not going to stay away. To combat this, he had turned on the television and watched a old movie to occupy his mind on other things. Even that was not quite going the way he needed it to do, as they crept in to his psyche still.

The movie finally ended, and he had not heard splashing or anything from the bedroom or the bathroom in there for a long time. He smiled, as he surmised that she had gotten out and went off to bed. He looked at the time, and saw it was a half past ten already... the time had finally started to move faster than it had been feeling all day.

He butted out his smoke and stood up. He decided to poke his head in to check on the girl, then call in to headquarters before he went to sleep. Even though it was fairly early, with the events that had happened, he was feeling exhausted and just wanting his mind to slow dawn a notch or two.

The man opened the door as quietly as he could, so as not to waken up the girl. He leaned in to make his check and get out as fast as he could, hoping that she was covered up by the blankets while sleeping this time. He remembered that well, but hoped for no repeat accidental flash.

To Amon’s chagrin, he found the girl was standing at the bedside, entirely naked. She was in the process of folding the towel she had used with her bath, and she jumped when the door opened. She froze to the spot, her still tub-damp breasts seemed to glistening in the light of the bedside lamp. She snapped out of it after a second, and hastily tried to cover at least her lower half of her body with the folded towel, but it slipped from her hand and fell to the floor and then she was froze to the spot again.. Her short cropped private patch was clearly visible, the tawny hairs still visibly ruffled a little from just being dried off and it’s inner folds pinkish were bright rose from the heat of her bath.

Amon choked out a blathered apology as quickly as he could, but for a second or two, he could not move or speak as his eyes beheld the girl. She was lean and supple of lines, her body sleek and inviting curvy in ways that were hidden in they way she dressed. She was a vision of beauty in all of her nakedness, possessing a body that would stop any man dead in his tracks.

Amon finally snapped himself out of his trance, sputtered a second apology and quickly shut the door behind him, heart still racing with what he had seen.

Amon returned to the table in the middle of the room and lit a smoke quickly, feeling shocked with his unintentional intrusion on the young crafter. He felt guilty that he had came in on the girl like that...but on the other hand though, he was not sorry either as her naked image played through his mind.

For the latter thought he had, Amon chastised himself with many swears. He looked at the door with longing, wanting just to gather up the naked girl and just be able to feel her bare skin and lithe body against him. He shook his head, and thumped his forehead with the palm of his hand
“ She’s only sixteen, dumbass!” He spat to himself.

He knew thinking like this was wrong, but his heart was not speaking his language right then, nor has it in the many months. He loved her, but now love had a friend... desire. Desire for a young woman who was over ten years younger than he was.

He went to the sofa, where his bed was going to be because the suite only had one bed in it... and the girl was going to have it. With the smoke in one hand, and the ashtray in the other, he sat down telling himself to stay right where he was. He looked at the door again, and was glad that the girl did not come out, he felt bad enough already.
“ Damn I did it this time...” He said to himself, continuing his attack on himself.

He had to stop this thinking of his, he was to be protecting her not trying to bed her. That was not the one way his heart was telling him, he wanted her in every way a man could be with a woman. He stood up and went back to the courtesy bar and got himself another beer.

Long into the night he reminded himself of the girl’s young age, convincing himself to forget about all of this for the time. He had two more smokes and down the beer, then finally got himself to fall asleep, yet his dreams would be wild and unabashed delights that starred the beautiful blond girl.

Laying in the large bed apart from the man, Robin laid awake unable to sleep. She was scared of all of the thoughts swirling around in her head, but she now could not shake the incident that happened between Amon and herself. It was awaking things in her that she had no idea where they were coming from.

Feeling so embarrassed from the man walking in on her like that, when she was totally naked, she could not stop thinking about it. She wondered if he had knocked at the door before entering, and she had not heard... or did she somehow invite it to happen. Could it be just a embarrassing accident, or was she to blame...she asked herself over and over again.

On this point, she felt torn. Her modesty made her feel so self-conscious about it, but in a small way she was excited and almost liked that fact he had seen her naked. As she had stood there, with him looking at her nakedness, she remembered this feeling that she wanted him to rush over, encase her in his arms and kiss her... touch her in ways that she knew was wrong, and for her to have the chance to touch his broad body as well.

She could feel her face blush in the darkness of the room, as she wondered why she was thinking like that. She wanted more than what she honestly knew about... she did know about sex, but there was way more to her urges... and way more that she had felt for the man.

In the darkness of the room, Robin folded her hands and just laid there, while sending up a urgent prayer to the heavens. She was trying to do a little bit of penance for the thoughts she was having towards the black maned man who slept on the other side of the door. She prayed for it to end, but even that seemed to not fully knock it out of her mind.

At the end of her prayers, she could still almost feel the embrace of Amon’s massive arms in her mind, and that seemed to give her a peace. She quickly drifted off into sleep with that image in her mind’s eye, as she body finally conked out. Fatigue finally won over her racing mind... but her dreams would be ones filled great intensity and passion that was unabated by being awake.