Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Respect the 'Eve' ❯ Chapter 1

The sun was shining hotly over Tokyo, as the early afternoon started. The heaviness of the air was stifling and the humidity almost made it unbearable. The city was literally being cooked by the bright orange ball in the sky, making everything very uncomfortable under the brilliance.

In the somewhat cooler confines of a small restaurant, a few people had gathered to escape the unrelenting heat with some food or a cool beverage. The patrons were all just chatting around themselves, but the topic was never on the heat itself, although one could have heard it between the words.

A tawny blond haired girl was ferrying tray loads of different food and drink around the small eatery. She seemed to handle the tray with such grace, moving swiftly from table to table to deliver each order in rapid succession.

She delivered the last order and headed back to the main counter area, smoothing down her brown uniform skirt absently as she went.

A older man with a very badly receding hairline was standing at the till, leaning on it with a grease covered hand.

" No new orders up?" He asked the girl, his smile was oily and smug.

" No Karasoku-san." The girl said, putting her tray down on the counter. " We only have a few customers, and they are taken care of."

" Aren't you shaking your pretty ass enough for them to feel like they need to order more?" He said, his eyes leering at the girl. He seemed to be undressing the young girl with his eyes. " Use what you got, Robin."

The girl just ignored the creepy man, his leers and innuendoes were all what he ever did to her, and she had become accustomed to ignoring him. Robin just nodded once, and took a seat to rest her feet on a stool near her.

Robin wiped her brow, as heavy beads of sweat had collected heavy on her small forehead. She sighed and her mind began to flash back to the days she had been with the STN. She did not really miss hunting the witches, but she found that she was missing all of the people she had been working with.

She had been wondering for the longest time how Haruto, Miho, Dojima and even the chief was right now. She snuffed, as she realized what today was, it was the exact day now. This day was now six months since the fall of the Factory.

Thinking on that fact, It felt like an entire lifetime ago now, yet far removed from this day as possible.

" That was the day that Amon died." She told herself, her heart starting to hurt as she remembered.

When the factory had crumbled in on itself, she had been thrown clear from the building by a large explosion as Amon and herself tried to make their escape from the place. She suddenly found herself laying on the dust and dirt of the ground outside.

She had been thrown nearly twenty yards away from the building by the blast, ending up in a small thatch of grass. From the ground, she looked at the pile of remains of the death factory aglow with fires that burned still. She assured herself that she was alive... that alone was a miracle in itself.

Robin's body was mainly intact but she knew that she had not escaped injury. Her arm hurt with extreme pain and she had found it hard to breath, but she knew that she could move her arms and legs still, a good sign of the absence of any serious injuries. She just remembered laying there, thanking god for looking over her.

To her horror, she realized right then and there, as she panned her eyes around where she had landed. She had realized that Amon was not with her where she had ended up. Fear griped her, as she knew that he was only a arm length away as they raced down that corridor.

She struggled up to her feet as she stared at the huge pile of ruble that was belching fire and smoking into the lightning early hours of the morning. She looked around frantically, and saw not one single sign of Amon anywhere. She tried to call out, but her voice did not have any power to it, coming out in a hoarse murmur.

Hidden by the thick acrid smoke that hung in the air, She could make out that the others had gotten out of the collapsing complex. A head count made her almost cry, all had gotten themselves to safety... all but save one. A lone person in the STN-J team was not there, and not seen.

She knew that she could not stay to be found, as SOLOMON might now deem her to be a danger. She was identified as 'the eve of witches', and that made her being found not a option at all. Flight was inevitable, but she wanted to see if the tall hunter was still alive

Even with that knowledge, she frantically searched around for any signs of Amon in the rubble, Hoping to find that the man had gotten out alive somehow and was laying injured somewhere close.

After a while, the reality has sunk in her. The horrible fact was that he probably did not make it. She could hear sounds of large military styled helicopters off in the distance, and knew that she could not stay here any longer. She raced from the scene, crying heavily with the clear notion that Amon was more than likely dead.

A nudge snapped her out of her thoughts, clearing her completely.

" Table two needs a refill on their drink." Karasoku said, staring at the girl with a pasty grin..

" Oh... Sorry." Robin said, as she came back to the present.

The man slapped her on her backside, copping a tiny tweak of her left butt cheek in the process. Robin scooted away from the man gracefully, giving him an angered look as she hurried off. The man just laughed and headed back into the kitchen, actually ignoring the girl's cold glare at him.

Experience told the girl just let it go, and headed to the table to see what the customer wanted. She needed this job, how else would a sixteen year old actually live if she never came to work for him. She was trapped by the simple fact of needing to have food and a roof over her head.

The sun was finally dipping in the shy when the owner of the restaurant called The Silver Blossom, closed up shop for the day. He leered at Robin, as she began to walk off

" Can I give you a ride home?" He said, eyes gleaming with thoughts mostly lecherous.

Robin just politely declined and headed off towards her home. She never did trust the man, knowing full well what his intentions were if he got her in his car. Walking on, she never looked back at the man once.

Seven blocks away from the tiny eatery, Robin turned on to the steps of a stubby four story western style apartment building. It was made up of greying red brick and looked highly out of place among the more traditional buildings of Tokyo.

Robin began turn towards the concrete steps, the stopped. Out of the corner of her eye, she had caught the sight of a unmoving person in the midst of the hoard of people that were also walking home this evening.

The light brown haired girl looked across the street and eyed the figure that was almost statue like. The person was dressed in a very long grey overcoat and large hat that covered the face who leaned against a lamp post. Young Robin had noted the person because this he or she seemed to be staring right at her, unmoving from where it stood.

The figure suddenly walked off, never once looking back toward the young girl. It turned right at the corner of the block and then was gone. Robin just snuffed to herself thinking that she was being a little paranoid. After being in hiding for six months, she thought that her reaction was just normal.

Passing the incident off as just that, the young girl headed in to the building, leaving the mugginess of the falling night to the outside.

On the third floor of the building, at a door marked with a three-c, Robin took out a key and unlocked the door. She seemed to crack a smile, seemingly being grateful of where she was right then.

The apartment on the other side of the door was little more than a room with a smaller room off to the side for a bathroom. The room was small, holding a bed, small table with a televison set on it and a two burner range with a very tiny sink beside it. The refrigerator was small too, seemiongly incapable of holding very mutch. The whole apartment had a look that was maekedly quite a few years out of style to say the least.

She tossed her coat on the chair that sat at the table and locked the door. She moved to sit on her bed, after flipping on the television. Kicking off the shoes she wore, she sighed at the relief that gave her sore feet. Wriggling her toes wildly, she giggled a little.

Shedding her uniform off next, she reduced herself to being naked and hung the clothes up in her studious fashion. She made sure they were hanging right, smoothing the creases out of them all with her hand then turned back to the small apartment she was in.

She stretched her lean frame like a cat getting up from a nap, and reveled in the coolness it brought, despite the heavy hotness of the air. She sighed deeply, and headed back to the bed.

The phone started to ring, startling the girl. She picked it up, thinking that it just might be her boss phoning her with more hours for here to work. She did not like even talking to the dirty old man on the phone, yet she needed to from time to time for work.

A heavy voice came on over the receiver. It seemed very hesitant to speak, yet the resonant voice spoke

" Robin?" It asked in a heavy tone. " It's me..."

Robin froze to the spot, her mind did not know what to do. The voice as very familiar, and unmistakable to her, yet it could not be who it seemed to be. It spoke again, saying the same phrase over again. The voice was who she thought it was.

The voice was that of Amon. He was alive, or calling her from the grave.