Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Stoner Witch Robin ❯ Inwhich the Truth comes Out ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Moonsister 
Anime/Manga: Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.26.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 205 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.26.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 205 | Status: Work In Progress
In which the truth comes out.
"I need to make a phone call." Amon anounced over a steaming bowl of beef
stew. Well, mumbled in between mouthfulls. Robin really was a superb cook,
and had out done herself, naturally. Mephisto only shrugged, not really
understanding what Amon was talking about.
"Who ever your gonna talk to, make sure you do so before we finish this stew,
or they'll miss out." Mephisto was also mumbling as he shoveled the rich food
into his mouth. Amon paused long enough to dial, and wait for an answer. At
the other end of the line, a voice full of humor answered groggily.
"Amon, man. You have the worst timing." Nagira was not surprised, obviously
waiting for this call for a long time. "I was having the best dream about this
cute little blonde..."
"Shut up and get over here." Amon hissed, his brows twisted together, tring
not to think of his older half brother as competition.
"Where is here?"
"That doesn't matter, if you think of me and start driving, you'll get here."
Was all Amon said as he hung up and fervently continued his food shoveling,a few
minutes later there was a knock on the door. With Robin no where in sight,
Amon was the one who answered.
"Where is she?" Amon was saying over his shoulder as he opened the door for
his brother. Nagira raised an eyebrow as a smirk eased across his face.
"Maybe she's in bed already?" An all too familiar voice murmered, albeit
sleepily, but still tring to be helpful. Nagira was frozen to the floor. "Who
is that then? Bring them in the drawing room, I haven't had this much
exitement in so long!"
"DAD?!" Nagira was past Amon and storming toward the voice, and Amon's
suspicions were confirmed. "Dad, where have you been?"
"Boy?" Amon walked in and stood frozen, suddenly unsure what to do. He had
spent a good deal of his life being bitter toward this person before him. The
past day though, he couldn't help but realize how things had ended up as they
had. "How then...?" Mephisto began to eye Amon, as carefully as they had in
the garden. "Young man, come here to the light, then....yes..." He was
murmmering to himself and stared into Amon's eyes. "Yes, you do have her eyes
then don't you..." A great well of sadness passed over him. Nagira blinked
several times.
"So where is Robin?" He finally said as he looked from Mephisto to Amon, and
back again. They did look an awful lot a like. "It is good to know you'll
look better with age, Amon." He teased as a dark cloud began to form across
his younger brother's brow.
"In bed?" Mephisto once again blinked. "I have not seen her all evening...not
since this young man picked a fight with her." He sighed and shook his head.
Nagira nodded his head in understanding, Robin didn't pick fights. She did end
them though, and quickly.
"Not surprising, he-"
"Boy!" Mephisto cut Nagira off in a most fatherly manner. "The young man
feels bad enough! You will not give him a hard time, he lost his mother to
soon, and I'm too useless anyway." The matter was settled as Nagira shook hishead.
"Come with me, both of you." He strode off toward the library in a
purposeful manner that had not been there a few hours earlier.
"You always were his favorite." Nagira mumbled with his eyes on the ceiling ,to
Amon.
"We left you some dinner in the kitchen." Amon replied in avoidance, trying to
ignore the gentle prodding for once in his life. As they entered the filled
library, Mephisto set before them a giant tome. Larger and thicker than any
catholic bible, and looked at them.
"As you know, Amon, I am old." he began, looking down at the supple leather
bindings. "Shunji, I'll never be able to help your purpose, but what is in this
book can. It is your brothers and sisters before you. You two are the last to
be added. I entrust this to you now." He turned to Amon, his kind eyes smiled
with love. "You take good care of that little Cockitrice. Our Lady is a very
special one." He grabbed Amon's wrist and pressed something warm into his left
hand. The world spun and Amon's head exploaded into stars, the permenant knot
in his stomach suddenly eased. In it's place was a warm sensation. The warmth
spread quickly up into his chest, fullfilling his aching. It spread into his
mind and grounded him to the spot. There was a knowing in this warmth, a
knowing that said that everything would truly be alright. In that moment he
was taken back to morning after the Factory fell. His head on Robin's breast,
her heartbeat, and her voice telling him that all was well. A moment that was
too quickly ended by the hurts that he'd recieved. By his mistrust of what he
knew to be real. Here, though, there was no end. What Robin had given him was
a moment of treasured space that was his now to hold onto. She had known the
way, and he had rejected it. Now he could not, now it was overwhelming,
overpowering, yet entirely giving. Amon opened his eyes. Seeing what he knew
was the only way for such a gift to be truely given. Not just a teaser taste,
but a sacrifice of love. Mehpisto was slumped in the oversized armchair behind
the desk. His body tumbling to ash and dust. Amon smiled sadly as he watched
his father fall back into earth.
"Let's not make Robin clean up the last mess our Father left behind." He
murmered. Looking around him for something to put the old man's remains in.
"Where is she, Amon?" Nagira's voice was slightly choked, slightly mistified.
But he too, took up the search. Finding a quartz urn that appeared to be
empty.
"In bed probably." Amon said, almost as dreamily as the now decided ancient.
"Do you mind seeing to this, I should check." Nagira waved him off, muttering
something about Amon asking the strangest things of him sometimes.
Amon climbed the stairs in the dark. Night vision was never his strong point,
it wasn't weak by any means, but now he could see as if a light hung just over
his left shoulder. Making sure his way was lit just enough for him to see. He
opened one door, the scent was clean, but unused. The next door, held his sent.
Marveling at his new found sense, he spent time just noticing the delicate
intricacies of each individual scent. Deep, and old musky myrh was Mehpisto's,
leather and gun powder with an undertone spice nutmeg was his. There was
Robin's, unmistakable vannilla, with overtures of citrus a very clean smell. He
walked into her room without knocking, or anouncing his pressence. He was here
to check on her, to apologize if one was wanted, or simply to comfort if he
could.
Though her scent lingered, she was not sprawled in the overlarge bed. Checking
the bathroom, and the walk in closet( the latter very rarely used, obviously).
Still nothing. Only her scent remained as a teaser. Turning the Hunter's
insticts back on, he scrutized the room. She'd been very stoned laying down,
the heaviness of the floral smell still lingered in the bathroom. The bong was
still on the bedside table, and still slightly warm. She had been here until
very recently.
He whirled (impressively) away from the sene, and headed back toward Nagira.
"She's gone, I'm going to go find her." He grabbed the keys she had given him
earlier and ran for the door.
"What?!" Nagira yelled, running after him. "What do you mean 'She's gone'?
Where are you going?!" Amon froze, glaring at his brother for the interruption
to his search, half in the sporty car.
"She's gone, as in, she isn't in the house-" He sniffed the air, no linger
trace of her, "she isn't in the garden, or anywhere near by." His scowl lifted
as he stared at his brother's animated face. "She probably got high, and just
wondered off. She was closer to Father than either of us." With that, he was
in the car, and driving away. Wondering to himself on how to find her.
Nagira watch his brother drive away and shrugged. "Ass. Probably chased her
off earlier." He muttered to himself. Reaching into his coat, he pulled out a
pack of cigarettes and happily began to smoke one. Sauntering toward his own
car. Well, he thought, might as well get to the office and do some digging.
Just as he reached the car door, he remember the book that was left to him, and
raced back into the house.
_________________________
Amon was at Raven's Flat before he knew where he was going. Raising an eyebrow
at himself he was quietly deciding being a witch wasn't all that bad after all.
Especially if it meant travel time would be cut as short as this. The doors
were sliding open as he willed them too, just as he was wondering if he could
cross oceans in the nice sports car that Robin had given him. He walked in
finding Micheal sitting at the usual place, at the usual time. The younger man
froze in his typing.
"Micheal, I need you to help me find Robin." He anounced.
"Good to see you too." The young man didn't move. "We thought you both were
dead."
"Not really, you know that a simple building falling wouldn't stop us."
"NO. Of course not." came a voice that Amon didn't recognize. "We'll help
you find Robin. Then you will give her to us." The new man stepped out of the
shadows, grinning.
"I need to make a phone call." Amon anounced over a steaming bowl of beef
stew. Well, mumbled in between mouthfulls. Robin really was a superb cook,
and had out done herself, naturally. Mephisto only shrugged, not really
understanding what Amon was talking about.
"Who ever your gonna talk to, make sure you do so before we finish this stew,
or they'll miss out." Mephisto was also mumbling as he shoveled the rich food
into his mouth. Amon paused long enough to dial, and wait for an answer. At
the other end of the line, a voice full of humor answered groggily.
"Amon, man. You have the worst timing." Nagira was not surprised, obviously
waiting for this call for a long time. "I was having the best dream about this
cute little blonde..."
"Shut up and get over here." Amon hissed, his brows twisted together, tring
not to think of his older half brother as competition.
"Where is here?"
"That doesn't matter, if you think of me and start driving, you'll get here."
Was all Amon said as he hung up and fervently continued his food shoveling,a few
minutes later there was a knock on the door. With Robin no where in sight,
Amon was the one who answered.
"Where is she?" Amon was saying over his shoulder as he opened the door for
his brother. Nagira raised an eyebrow as a smirk eased across his face.
"Maybe she's in bed already?" An all too familiar voice murmered, albeit
sleepily, but still tring to be helpful. Nagira was frozen to the floor. "Who
is that then? Bring them in the drawing room, I haven't had this much
exitement in so long!"
"DAD?!" Nagira was past Amon and storming toward the voice, and Amon's
suspicions were confirmed. "Dad, where have you been?"
"Boy?" Amon walked in and stood frozen, suddenly unsure what to do. He had
spent a good deal of his life being bitter toward this person before him. The
past day though, he couldn't help but realize how things had ended up as they
had. "How then...?" Mephisto began to eye Amon, as carefully as they had in
the garden. "Young man, come here to the light, then....yes..." He was
murmmering to himself and stared into Amon's eyes. "Yes, you do have her eyes
then don't you..." A great well of sadness passed over him. Nagira blinked
several times.
"So where is Robin?" He finally said as he looked from Mephisto to Amon, and
back again. They did look an awful lot a like. "It is good to know you'll
look better with age, Amon." He teased as a dark cloud began to form across
his younger brother's brow.
"In bed?" Mephisto once again blinked. "I have not seen her all evening...not
since this young man picked a fight with her." He sighed and shook his head.
Nagira nodded his head in understanding, Robin didn't pick fights. She did end
them though, and quickly.
"Not surprising, he-"
"Boy!" Mephisto cut Nagira off in a most fatherly manner. "The young man
feels bad enough! You will not give him a hard time, he lost his mother to
soon, and I'm too useless anyway." The matter was settled as Nagira shook hishead.
"Come with me, both of you." He strode off toward the library in a
purposeful manner that had not been there a few hours earlier.
"You always were his favorite." Nagira mumbled with his eyes on the ceiling ,to
Amon.
"We left you some dinner in the kitchen." Amon replied in avoidance, trying to
ignore the gentle prodding for once in his life. As they entered the filled
library, Mephisto set before them a giant tome. Larger and thicker than any
catholic bible, and looked at them.
"As you know, Amon, I am old." he began, looking down at the supple leather
bindings. "Shunji, I'll never be able to help your purpose, but what is in this
book can. It is your brothers and sisters before you. You two are the last to
be added. I entrust this to you now." He turned to Amon, his kind eyes smiled
with love. "You take good care of that little Cockitrice. Our Lady is a very
special one." He grabbed Amon's wrist and pressed something warm into his left
hand. The world spun and Amon's head exploaded into stars, the permenant knot
in his stomach suddenly eased. In it's place was a warm sensation. The warmth
spread quickly up into his chest, fullfilling his aching. It spread into his
mind and grounded him to the spot. There was a knowing in this warmth, a
knowing that said that everything would truly be alright. In that moment he
was taken back to morning after the Factory fell. His head on Robin's breast,
her heartbeat, and her voice telling him that all was well. A moment that was
too quickly ended by the hurts that he'd recieved. By his mistrust of what he
knew to be real. Here, though, there was no end. What Robin had given him was
a moment of treasured space that was his now to hold onto. She had known the
way, and he had rejected it. Now he could not, now it was overwhelming,
overpowering, yet entirely giving. Amon opened his eyes. Seeing what he knew
was the only way for such a gift to be truely given. Not just a teaser taste,
but a sacrifice of love. Mehpisto was slumped in the oversized armchair behind
the desk. His body tumbling to ash and dust. Amon smiled sadly as he watched
his father fall back into earth.
"Let's not make Robin clean up the last mess our Father left behind." He
murmered. Looking around him for something to put the old man's remains in.
"Where is she, Amon?" Nagira's voice was slightly choked, slightly mistified.
But he too, took up the search. Finding a quartz urn that appeared to be
empty.
"In bed probably." Amon said, almost as dreamily as the now decided ancient.
"Do you mind seeing to this, I should check." Nagira waved him off, muttering
something about Amon asking the strangest things of him sometimes.
Amon climbed the stairs in the dark. Night vision was never his strong point,
it wasn't weak by any means, but now he could see as if a light hung just over
his left shoulder. Making sure his way was lit just enough for him to see. He
opened one door, the scent was clean, but unused. The next door, held his sent.
Marveling at his new found sense, he spent time just noticing the delicate
intricacies of each individual scent. Deep, and old musky myrh was Mehpisto's,
leather and gun powder with an undertone spice nutmeg was his. There was
Robin's, unmistakable vannilla, with overtures of citrus a very clean smell. He
walked into her room without knocking, or anouncing his pressence. He was here
to check on her, to apologize if one was wanted, or simply to comfort if he
could.
Though her scent lingered, she was not sprawled in the overlarge bed. Checking
the bathroom, and the walk in closet( the latter very rarely used, obviously).
Still nothing. Only her scent remained as a teaser. Turning the Hunter's
insticts back on, he scrutized the room. She'd been very stoned laying down,
the heaviness of the floral smell still lingered in the bathroom. The bong was
still on the bedside table, and still slightly warm. She had been here until
very recently.
He whirled (impressively) away from the sene, and headed back toward Nagira.
"She's gone, I'm going to go find her." He grabbed the keys she had given him
earlier and ran for the door.
"What?!" Nagira yelled, running after him. "What do you mean 'She's gone'?
Where are you going?!" Amon froze, glaring at his brother for the interruption
to his search, half in the sporty car.
"She's gone, as in, she isn't in the house-" He sniffed the air, no linger
trace of her, "she isn't in the garden, or anywhere near by." His scowl lifted
as he stared at his brother's animated face. "She probably got high, and just
wondered off. She was closer to Father than either of us." With that, he was
in the car, and driving away. Wondering to himself on how to find her.
Nagira watch his brother drive away and shrugged. "Ass. Probably chased her
off earlier." He muttered to himself. Reaching into his coat, he pulled out a
pack of cigarettes and happily began to smoke one. Sauntering toward his own
car. Well, he thought, might as well get to the office and do some digging.
Just as he reached the car door, he remember the book that was left to him, and
raced back into the house.
_________________________
Amon was at Raven's Flat before he knew where he was going. Raising an eyebrow
at himself he was quietly deciding being a witch wasn't all that bad after all.
Especially if it meant travel time would be cut as short as this. The doors
were sliding open as he willed them too, just as he was wondering if he could
cross oceans in the nice sports car that Robin had given him. He walked in
finding Micheal sitting at the usual place, at the usual time. The younger man
froze in his typing.
"Micheal, I need you to help me find Robin." He anounced.
"Good to see you too." The young man didn't move. "We thought you both were
dead."
"Not really, you know that a simple building falling wouldn't stop us."
"NO. Of course not." came a voice that Amon didn't recognize. "We'll help
you find Robin. Then you will give her to us." The new man stepped out of the
shadows, grinning.