Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Lost and Found ❯ Because You Asked Me ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter 6: Because You asked Me

Robin found her self face to face with a bare chested Amon. His hair was tousled, his lips were still swollen from Miho's kisses and his pants were riding low on his hips still, unzipped; a shadow of black hair slightly showing. His hand was propped against the door the other hanging limply by his side. It was quite obvious what he had been doing. She had thought she recognized the figure running blindly from the apartment. It had been awhile since she had seen so much expression covering his face. His eyes were wide with shock, his mouth slightly agape.

Robin looked into his eyes, thoughts filling her head of what she had almost interrupted, what had obviously just transpired between Amon and Miho. She wasn't quite sure what to say.

"I wasn't sure where else to go," she said shrugging her shoulders helplessly.

Robin's gaze slid downward to his unzipped pants, she felt Amon's eyes following her gaze. He quickly reached down pulled the zipper up. Her eyes scanned up his naked torso, the hard muscles clenched across rock, hard abs. His broad shoulders seemed tense and the muscles in his arm were vibrating with strained tension.

They stood there for what seemed like an eternity. She waited from Amon to say something. She looked into those eyes and noticed that the surprise had swiftly been covered up by vacuity. The silence stretched on. Robin felt sick at the thought of him and Miho. The awkwardness of the moment began to become unbearable for Robin. She quickly turned from her old partner and walked, very quickly, away from the tension.

She was half-way down the hallway, when she felt a hand grip her arm and pull her to a stop. She hadn't even heard his footsteps behind her. Her suitcase was taken from her and then she felt both hands on her shoulders, turning her around.

"Robin," he said hoarsely, choosing to ignore the previous situation. "What are you doing here?"

His hands still on her shoulders, Robin backed away until he had to move them; Tears threatened to come. She wasn't quite sure what to say. After what had just happened, perhaps Aradia was wrong about Amon asking for her. She knew he had wondered where she was, but that didn't mean he wanted her to come back to Japan. Maybe she was just meant to come to him in his dreams, perhaps that is what Aradia had meant when she said he would ask for her. She had even gone to him, even though she felt in her heart that Aradia thought it was a bad idea. At least until they knew more about his powers. "But I was so sure he needed me," she thought. "For something."

"Robin? Why are you here?" the same way he asked in their dream.

She looked into his eyes, and answered the same answer. "Because you asked," she said softly, wrenching her eyes from his imploring gaze.

Amon wasn't quite sure what to say. He looked down at this person in front of him. Robin had changed, she had grown up. It had been six months since they had last see one another, since he failed her. "No," he thought. "That's not true. In my dreams…"

"Your hair's different," he said, somewhat stupidly.

Amon watched as a slight smile graced her lips. He knew he sounded stupid. But it was a shock. Her turning up tonight of all nights was more than coincidental. He bent down and picked up her suitcase, turned and walked back into his apartment. He heard her sigh.

"I'll be right back," he said. Amon went into his bedroom, glanced at the rumpled sheets, turned away and pulled a black shirt over his head. He walked out of the bedroom that was filled with the smells of sex and pulled the door behind him. He looked up and saw Robin staring at Miho's lacey, satin bra.

He walked over quickly and pulled it away from her gaze. Amon walked across the room and threw the undergarment into the bedroom.

When he turned around he took in all of Robin's presence. She had grown into her body, her breasts had filled out and her body was more curvaceous. Her face was more adult, her eyes still fiery green. She was dressed in black, still wearing her red trench coat. Underneath he noticed she still wore the same black dress, but the buttons were straining, trying to accommodate her new bust size. She looked a little thinner, but had filled out in all the right places. Her hair was down and pulled back on the sides, a few pieces falling over her face, to short to get in the clip.

"Where were you?" he suddenly asked.

Robin looked up and met his gaze. "Nowhere special," she said.

"There were rumors that you were in the United Kingdom where you had entered into a convent."

She looked at him but didn't say anything. He watched her, tried to read her feelings, get into her mind. It didn't work.

She looked away and sighed. "You can't get in. Your powers won't work on me, at least not all of them."

Amon watched her, "What do you mean?"
"Isn't it obvious? Water and Fire are opposites, are elements can cancel one another. Except some of your powers are stronger than mine," she said. She looked up at him, stared into his eyes. "You are the stronger than me, even though I posses the Arcanum of the Craft."

"Your powers have grown, haven't they? Just as mine have. Is that why you left?" he asked.

Robin nodded, her hair falling across her face. She reached up and brushed it out of her eyes.

"What's changed?"

"I can control all fire, not only the flames I create. I have what Aradia calls a healing touch. It seems I can heal wounds, both physical and emotional, and banish sickness," she said quietly.

Amon watched her. He was unsure where to go from here. He didn't have to tell her about his powers. She already knew. He turned from her and walked into the kitchen. It was almost time to head into the STN-J. He made some coffee, knowing that he would need it.

"Are you coming into the office?" he asked.

"I'm not sure. Under the circumstances it may not be a good idea," she replied.

Amon came out of the kitchen, the smell of coffee erasing the smell of Miho's perfume. "What do you mean?"

Robin glanced towards the bedroom door, "It looks like you may have some problems to sort out. I don't want to cause an upheaval."

He followed her gaze, guilt running through him. "It's not what you think," he said.

She looked up, "You don't owe me anything," she said.

She walked to the door, picked up her suitcase and turned around, "I'm going."

"Where?" he asked.

The door opened, "Where I'm needed," she said softly.

The door clicked and she was gone, again. Amon stared at the door, thinking about everything that had happened.

"You're needed here," he thought.