Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Of little things ❯ Things ( Chapter 1 )

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Of little things

Chapter 1- Stubborn





A small hand wiped the collected sheet of steam made drops off of a large mirror. In the now cleared reflective part, Robin stood at the bathroom sink, looking at herself through the haze of the steamy bathroom. The reflection made her think that she did not even recognize herself as the girl in the mirror that stared back.

With a gentle finger, she traced the four large stitched cuts that were on various places on her angelic face. They were all still very puffy, yet there were obvious signs that they already had some time to heal already. She winced, as the largest cut that was on her cheek, just under her left eye, was still very tender. She pulled away from it, regretting touching it as it throbbed with her initial poking at it.

She wiped the mirror off again as it had steamed up again, so as to be able to see better, as she knew to leave those wounds alone. Having wiped off the mirror more than the first time, she now could see herself to her waist.

She saw the heavy bruising on her small breasts and upper chest, as well as the larger ones on her shoulders. Even her upper arms held a collection of dark bruises that were yellowing as they were healed. The ones on the sides of her ribs were still dark, showing that the were the deep ones. She looked down at the large one that started at the top of her tawny colored pubic hairs and went into them, she always was aware of this one because of the way it hurt. She stopped looking further in herself, as she knew that her privates were also bruised somehow from it all. She looked up and away from her battered form, knowing there were more there.

Lifting her head to look at her own reflection again, her mind flowed back to the day when she had gotten all of her injuries. She fought back the tears that ended up at the corners of her bright greens, emotions welling up deep inside of her.

It had been just under three weeks since they had brought down the factory, and delt the final necessary to Zaizen. These vivid memories held a great amount of anguish for her, just to be thinking back about it... yet the marks that were all over her slender form could bring all of that back in a moments notice when she saw them.

She remembers destroying the pods where the witches were being drained for the making of the ORBO, then racing out of the room as the walls began to crumble and collapse all around her with explosions going off. She ran with Amon at her side to meet up with the others so they could get themselves out of there in one piece, but the whole place collapsed all around them in a deafening roaring. Robin then remembered things going black, feeling herself being hit from all sides with debris.

Shuttering with the emotions that were being dredged up, her mind then flashed and remembered being outside all of a sudden, as the flames and eventually the collapse that finally devoured the Factory, lit up the early morning half light.

Amon was the one carrying her, himself staggering uncontrollable away from the destruction of the huge building complex. She immediately had realized that the man was not well either, far from it. She remembered the fear she had right at that exact moment.

The man was bleeding profusely from two cuts, on one his head and the other being a deep one on his chest. Her mind also brought back that it was his blood that was mixing with hers on his shirt, as they were both were seriously injured from it all. Almost superhumanly, Amon managed to bare her away from the site.

Robin wanted to help him, but found that she could not move, or even speak right then. All she could do was dangle from his arms and look at him. The pain she had felt was incredible, as it shot through her with even the simplest of breaths she took. They stumbled and fell a time or two as he carried her, but he struggled back up to his feet to be on the move once again.

When they stumbled another time, the effects of hitting the ground was instantaneous. Robin's pain when she slammed into the dirt, quickly overwhelmed her. She remembered just laying there, as the man awkwardly struggled to picked her up again. Everything began to go black as she slipped into a state of blackness. That was her last memory.

Robin shook her head violently, forcing her mind to snap back into the present. She stared at her reflection one more time, as the mirror was clouding up again with the steam the bathroom still held. She was shocked to see the fear coming out of her own green eyes as if it had just happened moments ago. She shivered, not from being cold either. She just prayed for all of these memories to leave her alone.

A low toned groan from the room outside of the door of the bathroom took her eyes away from her own image. She hurriedly wrapped a towel around her petite frame and ran out of the bathroom, knowing that Amon was the one moaning in pain.

The man was sitting up on the edge of one of the beds in the hotel room they were living in. Stubbornly, Amon was trying to put on a shirt over his heavily bandaged and burned torso while clenching his fist in doing so.

Robin raced over and was at the man's side in only a few strides.

" What are you doing?" She asked, looking at the man.

The coal black of his eyes looked up at the tawny haired girl, who stood there only in a towel that barely covered the important parts.

" I am trying to get myself dressed." He snapped loudly, finally donning his black shirt with a grimace.

Robin looked right at him, worry painting across her features.

" Your doctor friend that treated us said you should be resting for many weeks." She said, protesting the man's stubborn streak. " He told you that directly..."

" The people that invested in the Factory are going to be hunting us, using hired hunters. You know that from the information I got over the phone a couple of nights ago... and we had expected that SOLOMON might also join in too." He said, looking up at the girl with irritation. " I cannot just lay in a fucking hotel room, and just wait for one hired killer to storm in and kill us both."

Robin perked her lips together, as the man was partially right.

" I do know that..." She began, still thinking she was partially right also. " For the time being, we are safe... you said that yourself."

" So I should just lay her like a bump... like a cripple?" He spat, his eyes seemingly staring right into hers with a fury.." I don't need your help, or your pity. I have to do what I need to do to keep us safe, and that includes getting my ass up."

" I do not pity you.. I just said that for the sake of your health... yes, be a bump... for now." She said, urgently wanting him to listen. " Your friend said you needed to recover, it beats being in a hospital, being here... he wanted to take you to the hospital himself, but he also understood why we needed to lay low for awhile."

Amon stood up with a frown of pain on his face. He spun his head at the girl, his face showing his frustration..

" I want to check things out, see if any hunters are anywhere near Tokyo yet." He grunted. " Tokyo's a huge city, but they are all master urban trackers."

" Your contact said that he would keep an eye out for any hired hunters entering Tokyo, or even Japan, for you... so you could heal up." Pointed out the girl, standing there with one hand on the top of her towel as the piece of cloth would not have stayed on if she didn't keep holding it

" I am scarred and battered, but I am alive!! I am not going to just lay back when we are on the line like this." He growled loudly at the girl, frustration oozing out around his words. " I do have my pride."

" Your health comes second to your pride?" The young girl asked, shocked with how the man thought. " It does not mean your weak if you need to rest, or if you need help because your hurt." The girl looked at him wide eyes. " I am trying to help you get better... you know that... don't you?"

The man seemed to just dismiss the girl's words and stood up. Hurriedly, he went to storm past her, ignoring the look on the girl's face.

" Amon?" She said in a half whisper, stepping in front of him reflexively.

He shouldered passed the girl, bodilly knocking into her roughly. They girl was knocked on to the bed behind her, the one she used. She hit the bed, and her towel nearly came right off, but the girl held it a way so as to keep her modesty.

Her modesty still intact , her battered body felt the pain when she hit the bed, and the emotion of being hurt by the callousness shown by the tall man.

The man did not see what had happened anyway, as he made his way to the apartment door.

" I am suppose to take care of you... not the other way around. I take care of myself!!" Was his last fiery statement, as he opened the hotel room door. He never once looked back at the young lass.

In a flash, the door slammed, echoing through the room like thunder. Just like that, the man was gone. A odd silence layed over the room where the girl was now alone.

Stunned at the man's avalanche of words at her, Robin just sat in silence. She just stayed where she was, blankly staring at the door with a dumbfounded look on her stitched up face. She had no idea just what had made him so mad like that, other than he might have been frustrated with her insistence of helping him. With Amon, sometimes he did not make much sense at all, she tried to tell herself.

Not knowing what to do now, the young craft-girl just stood up and went back to the bathroom to collect up her clothes that were still in there. She walked slowly, her mind trying to grip what had just happened to her.

She pulled off her towel once in the bathroom, and stood there for a second. She just let out a small scream and fired the large bath-towel into the tub, her own frustration boiling out of her.

" Did I do something wrong? What makes him think he needs to be strong like this?" She asked herself screaming it to the hotel suite, The man's actions not making one bit of sense to her.

She looked around herself vacantly, unsure of what to do next. The only thing she could do was dress, and that was what she did. Her mind still wrangled with just what was the problem with her large companion, but the answers to everything were not there.

He can be very difficult, she told herself, but the hurt feelings she had would not heal with that reality.