Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Respect the 'Eve' ❯ Chapter 4

Robin opened her eyes, feeling the veil of sleep slowly vanishing from her. She was unsure of where she was for a moment or two, then remembered what all had happened in the night before.

The girl sat up, feeling still heavy from her sleep. She puzzled for a moment or two, as she could hear two voices talking very low from a ways off. The girl shook her head and came to realize that she recognized both voices. They were as distinct as the people that owned them. It was Amon and Nagira.

She searched for her shoes, finding them under the bed. She looked a the simple dress she wore, and saw that it was very wrinkled, and frowned with how it looked. She pulled a few articles of clothing out of her bag, and proceeded search for a bathroom to clean up and get changed in.

One was just off of where she had slept the night before, probably for the past foeman of this factory to use, she thought. She grinned as she located the room, and hurried herself in to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Heading out of the office after cleaning up, Robin immediately saw Amon sitting with Nagira on a large crate near a huge bolt of cloth that stood like a sentinel to the buildings working past. She smiled when she noticed the tall and thin lawyer turned and saw her for the first time in many months.

He stood up and opened his arms to her with a beaming smile. The tawny haired girl wasted no time in running straight into the embrace that was offered to her, and she felt the tears of happiness of seeing the man come.

Nagira and Robin hugged with such joy, holding one another hard against themselves.

" I knew you were still alive and kickin'." He said, a tone of relief in his voice. " I am glad I was right."

" Nagira." She sighed, holding the man and smelling his strong yet very cheap smelling cologne. It was probably the best smell she had ever had.

The two let one another go, and the girl took a seat on a second crate, just near where Amon sat. Nagira handed her some food he had brought with him, smiling broadly as she also handed over a huge Styrofoam cup filled with coffee. This last item on his menu, made the young girl smile the most.

She just started in on the container of Sorbo noodles, realizing that she had not ate anything since working back at the restaurant. She giggled to herself, realizing just how big of an appetite she was having this morning.

As the girl ate, Amon and Nagira were talking, the topic was about these 'Collective-Moon' people, and their double dealings with SOLOMON. Nagira was expressing his feelings that this shady group seemed to have their own agenda. They were telling SOLOMON that they wanted to help stop the witches, yet it seems that they needed witches for something more sinister than what they were saying.

Robin listened, and felt fear beginning to build within her. She just kept eating, listening intently as the man spoke to one another.

Amon leaned back and took a drag off of a smoke. This was probably the first time Robin had ever seen the man ever smoke a cigarette before. She was confused by Amon partaking of the habit, but Nagira seemed was enjoying Amon joining in with his little addiction. She said nothing about it, and tried to just focus on what they were discussing.

Amon looked at his brother, his smoke dangling out of the side of his mouth.

" You think that they are after Robin? These crackpots that are working with SOLOMON?" He asked softly, knowing that they did not have to hide this information from the girl.

" They were given some information that SOLOMON had gathered from the remains of The Factory's computers... it would not be too much of a stretch to think because of what it had to say.." Nagira said, blowing a cloud of cigarette smoke out of his mouth. " The fact is, SOLOMON has Robin on a unconfirmed death watch list, but not yet on the 'hunt' list. They probably don't know that she is actually alive yet."

Robin found it hard to think that she was on a list like that. She forced herself to listen quietly, as she ate up her breakfast with a nervous speed.

Amon just shook his head.

" We need more information." He said.

" That is what I'm tryin' to get, brother dear." The skinny Lawyer said, seeing his all too intense brother tightening up with his words.. " Al I know is that the SOLOMON agent is poking around to see if Robin is still indeed alive."

" And what about me, my brother?" Asked Amon. "Any thing in the information about me?"

" It has been looked into, your death... but officially to SOLOMON, you are still dead too." Nagira said.

" Then why do they even suspect that Robin is alive?"

" As I said, they are not sure of that... but they seemed to have gotten some information that made it possible for them to believe she is alive."

" But no true conformation though... right?" Asked Amon, tired of his long winded brother's explaining.

" Exactly... that is why they are probably partnering with these Collective-Moon people.. To find out if the tips are real or not."

Amon raised a eyebrow to his brother.

" What are they going to so, if they do substantiate that Robin is in fact, alive?"

" Another question for with I have no answer for." Sighed Nagira, finishing the last little bit of his smoke. " I don't have the information to tell just what SOLOMON would do, or if they would even call in the STN-J on this."

Amon just snuffed, and took another drag off of his smoke. He seemed to be mulling over everything his head. Nagira just flicked the stub of his cigarette away, falling as silent as his brother had.

Robin had finished her breakfast, and was sipping on the large coffee Nagira had brought for her. She was quiet as she sat there, too quiet in fact. Nagira noticed the girl was even more quiet than usual.

The man looked at the girl, and read the face. He came to a conclusion about Robin's quietness.

" Your scared, I know." He said.

Robin looked deeply into Nagira's eyes. Despite his gaudy clothing and such, she always saw a kindness through his dark browns. She nodded her head, her own heart beating rather hard in her chest. The man give a small smile, in trying to calm her.

" With Amon here, you will be protected. " He said, trying his best to sooth the girl's obvious distress.

" But we know nothing about these 'Moon' people." She stated. " I heard Amon say it."

Nagira looked at the girl.

" I am trying to gather as much information as I can..." He said. " We do need more on these odd people."

" I heard." Robin said

" Then you know that is why we have to hide you away like this, for now." He explained.

" I also heard that we may have to leave Japan..." She said plainly, not even batting an eye..

He just lowered his head a little.

" That is what we might have to do.." He said, realizing that the girl had a very good grasp of the situation. " With these people working with SOLOMON, it is possible that would be our safest bet to do."

Robin nodded, as the man stood up. He came over and give her a huge one armed hug, and kissed her in the head.

" For now, let us worry about all of this..." He said. "We will try to make you as safe as we possibly can."

The young girl agreed by smiling, but she couldn't hide the fear that seemed to leek into every part of her. Nagira just waved and walked off, trailing a plume of smoke behind himself as he had already started another cigarette.

Alone now with Amon, she turn to regard the tall man. He seemed to be brooding very deep within himself, not showing exactly what was going on inside of him, as he puffed away on his cigarette he also had going.

Robin knew that he would protect her at al cost, yet the thought of some shady, cult like group being after her, was still too hard to try and not worry on. Sighing deeply, she just stood up and went back towards the office. With all of this, she was simply wanting to be alone for awhile.

Amon watched the girl go, and knew that there was such confusion and fear battling within that young girl's heart. He had to admit also, with not knowing just what was going on did not make him feel at ease with all of this. This whole situation was just simply a crappy one, a crappy one that could spell out life or death.

He stood up and walked around the dust strewn work area, lighting up a second smoke to have. He watched the dust rise and hang in the air, lit by the sunlight that was streaming through windows high on the concrete block wall.

He rubbed his face with a palm, as he walked around, his own reluctance with all of this getting to him. This was only one time he wished that the past would have been better, but today was still very crappy... maybe it was just like this.