Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Lost and Found ❯ Noxious Turmoil ( Chapter 9 )

Just wanted to apologize for not having the entire chapter up…whoops. I didn't catch it and was having a hard time accessing this site for a couple of days.

Chapter 9: Noxious Turmoil

Amon looked over at Hoshi, his intense gaze sending a chill down her spine. His exterior was cool, calm but his eyes betrayed him. In them she saw anger, confusion and fear. The room seemed to grow colder as each second of bitter silence passed by.

She looked into his eyes her courage wavering. "The choice is yours. Your powers are greater. If you don't learn to control them, she will suffer."

"Wait," said Michael, "What do you mean?"

Hoshi looked over at him. "I don't know all of it and I'm not even sure if I believe it. But a long time ago the world was inhabited by the original 4 witches, each possessing the earliest elements of power; Fire and Water were the King and Queen. The love of these two was said to be greater than anything in life. Earth was the sister of Water and Air the brother of Fire. Now legend has it that they created the first witches. Each witch was picked especially by his or her temperament. But males were always fire and air."

"Wait," interrupted Doujima, "Robin's power is fire and Amon's is water."

Hoshi nodded.

"Well," asked Sakaki, "Does that mean something?"

"I don't know. I'm not very familiar with the entire legend. I know that there was a betrayal. Fire, I think his name was Pyrus or Pyralis, was seduced by Earth. Water, Aqua, was enraged. She took her wrath out on those who betrayed her. Men witches. Life became unbearable for Water so she cast her last spell. Her emotion and pain would be put inside one man and he alone would control her power. He would have to suffer with the pain of others through empathy, the icy coldness of love, the exhausting visions from his dreams and the embittered emotions of everyone. Drained from the spell, she slipped into unconsciousness. Pyrus found her lying on the ground in liquid form by her alter, powerless. Afraid of what would happen if the spell came to pass, he sacrificed his power and gave it up to a worthy woman. Robin is that woman and Amon is that man."

There was no noise. Amon looked to the coffee room and saw Robin leaning against the doorway, her head resting on the frame as if she was too weak to hold her self up. Everyone followed his gaze and watched as the two chosen spoke to one another. No words were said aloud.

Amon quickly stood up and walked out the door. His was head pounding with the new monumental information. He didn't want any of this. He didn't want his powers and he didn't want to be connected to Robin, in any way.

Robin heard his internal battle, the silent pleas resounding in her head. She closed her eyes and listened to him waging his inner battle. "I'm so sorry," she thought.

Amon's thoughts suddenly stopped and he realized what had happened. His emotions were out of control and this affected Robin. She was burning inside because he was sharing his thoughts with her. "It's not your fault," he said, not really knowing if he believed that.

Robin laughed, "You don't believe that. I'm sorry it was you who was chosen. But we are connected, we don't have a choice."

Later that night, Robin was staring up at the building before her. He didn't want her around, but there was something else that he needed to know before things got even crazier.

Robin walked up the stairs and down the hall, when she reached his door; she raised her hand to knock. Last nights fiasco slipped into her mind. She quickly lowered her hand, images of Miho's body wrapped around Amon in the throes of passion; they were so real, so intense. "Why are you doing this," she thought blindly.

Amon was sitting on the sofa when Robin's thought entered his head. He heard a gasp of pain outside his door. Amon stood up and walked quickly to the door, pulling it open with a quick tug. Robin's eyes were closed; pain was stretched across her face. Amon realized he had been projecting his thoughts of last night into her head. He reached out, his hands gently wrapped around her upper arms. He shook her. "Robin."

Her eyes fluttered open meeting vacuous black coal. She smiled ruefully. The dazed expression slowly leaving her face. Amon's hands slowly ran down her arms leaving a fiery trail as he grasped her hands in his. As his big hands grasped her small delicate ones a spark of electricity passed between them. Startled, Amon quickly dropped her hands.

Amon stared at the top of Robin's lowered head. She looked so despondent and miserable. He knew she blamed herself for his problems. He wished he could put the blame on her, but deep down he knew that this was destiny. He reached out and took her chin in his hand, ignoring the fire that seemed to surge between them. He raised her head until she was looking into his eyes. His hand drifted to the side of her face unknowingly comforting her.

"This isn't your fault," he said.

Her eyes were shining with unshed tears. But he knew she would never let them fall. She reached up and touched the hand that was cupping her cheek. He could feel her searching for something to say; something to comfort her and him. She wrapped her hand around his and lowered it from her face.

Robin was unable to bear his touch anymore. She pulled away and met his eyes. Something had changed between them in these few moments. She was unsure of what to say to overcome with unknown desire for the man in front of her.

Amon watched her inner struggle, wishing he could ease her pain. There was something she needed from him, and he wasn't sure what it was. She came by tonight for a purpose; she needed to tell him something; that much he could tell. He wanted to get into her mind but knew that he could only project his thoughts into hers and only if she was willing to hear him.

"Amon," she whispered, "There's something you need to know. It's about our powers, our connection."

Amon gazed into her eyes, knowing she didn't want to speak aloud. "You can tell me," he thought.

"It will change everything."

"Everything has already changed."

"I know," she sighed.

"What is it Robin?"

"It's just that, I mean, you and I we were chosen because--"

The words never came, Amon watched as Robin's eyes widened with surprise and she slumped against him. He caught her around the waist. He felt blood flowing from her side. He looked down the hall his eyes narrowing with anger.

Hoshi stood at the end of the hall an orbo gun still smoking in her hand.