Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Stoner Witch Robin ❯ Inwhich a Little Honesty Goes a Long Way ( Chapter 7 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Moonsister 
Anime/Manga: Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.16.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.3K | Visits: 198 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.16.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.3K | Visits: 198 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N Edditor has been really buisy, so sorry for the delay and bad spelling! Hopefully 7 will have His(the Editor) approval.
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Amon couldn't believe his good fortune as he talked to the residents of Walled City. Explaining what was going on, and giving them advice on what to do next. Call an ambulance, and hide. What they did best really, and they listened. Their pail, unsure movements made him wonder about his own confidance. Was craft really like this? It was a third and fourth arm to him, was it the same for others? Was it the same for Robin?
He sniffed the air expirementaly, she was near. As in she was somewhere in Tokyo. He had to find her before Cameron woke up. Not really sure what he was doing, he closed his eyes and searched for the trace of her. He could feel the lines of power that lay across and through the ground move, pull taught, then stop. He opened his eyes to the small appartment that he had tucked her into not so long ago. A familiar sene lay before his eyes.
There sat a golden haired woman, her knees to her chest, her head on her knees. Her hair was down, tips touching the floor. She picked up her head as she felt his presence. Her eyes were wide and worried. Amon. She mouthed at him. She blinked, unmoving. He stepped forward, and took her face in his hands. Lowering his head to hers, tasting her breath on his lips.
"How did you get here?" He spoke softly, barely more than a murmer.
"Mephisto." She choked slightly on her tears. "I felt him pass. Then I was here....But I don't know where 'here' is."
"Do you want me to take you home?" She nodded into his palms. He half picked her off the floor and placed her head against his chest. Feeling her arms encircle his back, he slid his eyes closed and consentrated on a forested drive, so peaceful, and distant from this night's termoil.
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It was very early morning, the sun just peaking through the low branches as Nagira, Amon and Robin stood at the dais of quartz. The pail urn contained the remnants of a man that most of the world had forgotten That he, himself had forgotten, Robin joked softly. Ensiting a chuckle from Nagira, and a sigh from Amon. Set to the center where it seemed most fitting. For a while none spoke, just staired as the sun rose enough to hit the urn, which channeled the light into the carved crystal beneath. A breath taking sun dial of light and color. The bloody stars of the clamatis even seemed approving, rather than morning.
"Well, whose hungry?" Robin asked, in her most Robin-esq way. Not waiting for an answere she turned and headed back to the house. Wanting nothing more than return to her routine. Amon looked at his brother and sighed, they had a lot to talk about, but it all suddenly seemed like it could wait.
"We haven't got all the time in the world, but I suppsoe we could break for breakfast." Nagira said to the retreating back of his younger brother.
"What are you talking about?" Amon didn't even look back over his shoulder. "All Robin, I and the world have is time."
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"No, really Lenore," Micheal's tone belied his iratance at his lover. "How do you know Robin."
The pail woman looked over her shoulder at the young man with a sigh. She stopped in her dressing and looked at him, studding him for a while. The amber tinted gray eyes began to melt, then softened altogether. "I was just a cub when she found me..." The look she gave him now was distant and glazed. "My Clan was staggered to the four winds," She shook herself. "Survival, or some other lame excuse." She snapped the bra on with a grimice. "Ciaro was not a good place for her. Not wild, not harsh, she seemed like easy meat." Another shrug, then her shoulders sagged as she fingered an angora lavinder sweater. "I know that's what they thought of me....but Robin....you don't cross her. Not for anything." Her voice trailed to a wisper, Micheal saw tears forming at the corners of her eyes. She straightened and whurled to face him, letting the silver drops go where they wished. "I was giving up on the reasons for continueing when I bumped into her. She made me feel like home...like I mattered, somehow...She became my sister." A rare, true smile spread across her face, "I have never stopped following her..." Micheal smiled back at tiny vixen infront of him.
"Even though she's been gone for years?" He couldn't keep the question from slipping.
"85 years of abuse or neglect melted way with one wan smile, time means nothing." Lenore pulled the sweater over her head and dragged Micheal towards the door. "There is always day and night, but what are a few seasons but reminders of what, and who we love? She and I are two of the same, so naturally, we will drift together, and apart." They where out the door and headed toward the Raven's Flat. "But we will always come together again, as though no time had paced between us." Micheal was grinning ear to ear as they walked in the door of the office. True love has nothing to do with sex, or gender.. He thought to himself as he ignored the snide look from Miho, and the grumbling form Kosaka. And everything to do with power from within, strength of mind. Dojima opened her mouth to say something but an unearthly growl that sent chills down the spine made her snap her jaw shut, and turn toward her termanel.
"We need to gather in confrance room." Kosaka grumbled, long since learning that one does not start breating and hollering when anywhere near Lenore. Especially if it was in anyway dirrected at Micheal. "So mass damage was done to Walled City, and one of the 'Sharks' is in the hospital." The Administrater marched himself into the dark room, not waiting for a reply.
"Cameron lost." Was all Lenore said as she left Amon's old terminal and headed after, Micheal on her heels. Miho sighed, how she missed the days that it was Robin she was dealing with...or Kate. She decided Robin was easier because she could at least pretend that the girl was a subordinate. Or otherwise, somehow beneather her, which was much more comfortable. That, and Robin was relaxing to be around. She found herself thinking. With that air of warmth and welcome...not this farel, scraggly MIDGIT with an attituted problem. Silently hissing, she too took her seat.
Davide sauntered in just seconds after that, placing himself at Robin's old seat. "Looks like Cameron lost." He anounced.
"You've seen him then?" Lenore raised an eyebrow, "which hospital is he at?"
"Edwards." Kosaka and Davide responded, Davide's eyebrows knitted, not happy with the interuption. "It was the citizens with Walled City that called the ambulance. Since you two know so much, why don't you fill the rest in?" Kosaka was obviously way irritated. Dojima staired wide eyed as Lenore, Micheal, and Davide heald a secret conversation with their eyes. Looks darting back and forth around the room. At last she could take it no more.
"YOU!" She shreiked, jumping to her feet, pointing emphatically at the young hacker. "YOU WILL TELL ME WHAT YOUR HIDING!" She looked like she would climb over the table to claw it out of him if Lenore wasn't sitting so close to the young blonde man. "Your hiding something! You KNOW something!" Her voice was a wail that simmered as she noticed Lenore''s hair began to stand up slightly.
"You aren't the only one who can keep secrets." Micheal smiled a grin that should have been on Lenore's face, the woman it belonged to purred in pride. "I know lots of things you don't. How would you like to be enlightened today?" A groan escaped Davide as he leaned way back in his chair, rubing the bridge of his nose.
"Let's start with how Cameron ended up in the hospital, why there are large holes in the buildings between here and Walled City...now that I mention it, Lenore, why was your car implanted in the pavement?" Kosaka's vein was beginning to pulse. For a few seconds she thought about staying silent and watch the older man have an anurism...decided though, to let his hypper tension get the better of him another day, she decided to fess up...to some of it anyway.
"Cameron was chasing some skirt." She began, rolling her eyes. Not missing the dark look that crossed Miho's fakely benign face. "The skirt already had a mate, said mate didn't take it kindly and, apparently, taught him a lesson." She too leaned back crossing her arms behind her head. "About time too, he was getting to big for his breaches." She said in gaelic to Micheal, who laughed and nodded.
"And you know this, how?" Miho tried hard to keep her tone from turning acidic.
"Oh," Lenore was enjoying this way too much, "He broke my door down before he got into the fight while Micheal and I were....preocupied." Miho's brow knotted, Lenore could sound just like Robin sometimes. But only when she was using that sweet, gentle tone to twist thorns in one's side. "Had to have Davide fix it for me." The smaller woman added last minute. Davide grunted and headed for the door. He was not about to sit through another cat fight. Miho had no defences, and Lenore was just to vicious toward the skulky empath.
"Hey, man," Sakaki had stayed as aloof and silent through this whole conversation as he did most days, just trying not to get involved.
"Yeah, you can come with....just checking out what the witnesses have to say." Davide was down a partner, after all, and being around those two did the boy no good. It was natural that in the end, the computer geek saw more action than the rookie, but being witness to the cruelty of women at such a tender age was not good for a jock's ego. A boy shouldn't ever be told that women are meaner, and better at manipulation than he could ever be. The Shark thought to himself. "Don't let those two scare you off skirts, boy." He said as they got into his car.
"Robin wasn't..." The boy started, but trailed off.
"I'm sure she's a nice lass. I never knew her. She's still a skirt, though, and being a bitch goes with that teritory." He spied the look in the boys eyes. "Even if she's nice about it."
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Kosaka sat in his office, watching his tea grow cold. It was teppid now, he'd been stairing at it so long. Wishing to himself when he could yell freely, when his team actually listened to him. When Amon was scaring the little ones into behaving. When did this administaritor gig become so nonessential. He grimmiced. It was the day that Lenore McCGee first showed up. She sauntered in, and the Sharks where hot after her.
"Welcome to the STN-J." He'd sayed amiably enough, and began to recite her job to her. As he had done for Robin, what was this girl? He'd thought, twelve? But no, half way through, she'd put HIM in HIS place. Telling him that the lone hunters, 'Sharks', where going to be in and out of Raven's Flat. That due to past circumstances he would be under survalance, she of course would be the one survaling him. He sighed again. Yes, he did wish for Amon to come back. What he was really wishing for was to have the respect that Ziazan had...but as long as Lenore was here...He took a sip of his tea.
It really hadn't taken long for her to corupt Micheal, thus off setting the balance between the other hunters. Her elder brother Cameron was flightly and only came by to unerve Miho, and Davide was a good for nothing useful himself. Though, the two older men seemed to take pitty on Sakaki, giving the boy some men to hang and hunt with. Not that they were REAL men. Kosaka had a hard time seeing Cameron as anything but a werewolf from horror movies, or Davide as anything but the fixer of broken things. Though it didn't matter what was broken, the Itallian could fix it. They were only witches as it was, and one day, hopefully soon, he'd be rid of the pesky threesome. Maybe then he'd have that demure little Robin to look at again. He sighed, a shrill voice erupted from below the over looking windows of his office.
"Sir, the women are in a fight...again." Hatori was at the door, looking anxious. "What do I do?"
"Stay well away and out of it, Hatori, m'boy." He's voice was strained and tired, he looked over his shoulder, down and at the fray. Imediantly wishing he hadn't. The last thing he needed was to be reminded of what kind of power was sent to them via Lenore. But there she stood, in all her Sphinx's glory, wings outspread, and full yowling snarl at someone he couldn't see. The young hacker next to her sat blissfully unaware, typing way at his keyboard. Kosaka laid his head in his hands. Stupid 'Pi' gnenom being unstable gave way for a werewolf and a sphinx in one scottish family....poor family...Shaking his head he went back to his tea, now quite cold. Poor him. He thought to himself.
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Nagura was back in his office by mid day. Catching up on the nightly events, and even found time to see some of his clients. Much to his secritaries suprise.
"Just like when SHE was around....have you heard from her yet?" She'd berated him until she was board and found something better to do. "Some lawyer you are..." Was the last comment before she headed off. He sighed, he probably decerved that. He lit a cigarette and staired out the window. Who knew his little bro was such a stoner? And Robin? Well, he'd geussed that from the start, just the way she walked around with that look on her face. But Amon?
As soon as the wake was over, he was lighting up and watching the shapely blonde do her thing in the kitchen. Probably didn't pay a lick of attention to what Nagira was saying to him. Only giving the occasional nod, with the even more occasional 'Yeah'. Nagira gave up entirely on family history when food was place infront of him. His stomach was so full of rich good food, he doubted he would eat for a week. The kind of meal people pay outlandishly for, Amon was sitting back and enjoying on a regular basis. The lawyer snorted, took a drag. Probably why the dark exhunter kept her so jelously to himself. Either that or he hasn't gotten it on yet, thus making it impossible for her to chose anyone else. Not that she seemed to mind. Nagira grunted in agitation.
"Dinner is always ready by seven, lunch at one. Breakfast about now." Robin had said as he left the house, as if she were telling him she fully expected his company on a regular basis....even if it was only for meal time. He shook his head. Amon was their father's heir then...not they way Japanesse men usually do things, but then, their father wasn't Japanesse....He was a man form a lost civilization that now had no name. Somewher near ancient Maya. He hadn't looked Mayan, but time had changed the old man's features a great deal. Even mountains get changed with time, so maybe the same could be said for men too. He looked at the clock, seven on the dot. He snorted and went back to paper work. Might as well give the love birds some time to sort out their affairs. Not too much time though, maybe only a day or two.
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Dinner came and went with little said between the strange pare. Robin's warm beauty found herself in the bath with her bong, Amon doing who knows what. What now? she asked of herself. Without Mephisto to look after, who would she talk too? Amon didn't communicate easily, or well. She didn't have the patience to hold his hand through his emotion turmoil...and she was lonely. Especially at night. Eighteen and not a kiss yet. She sighed, slipping further under the water. Would she be doomed to life as a virgin forever? She was getting tired of that status, after all, it didn't mean much. Just more years of pent up frustration, and emotional stress brought on by no hormonal or emotional realese. Not that she was of the mind of jumping just ANYONE...though the thought had crossed it a few times.
Sufficiantly pruned, and scrubbed, she crawled out of the claw foot and sighed. In a life not long ago she had friends, she had a life. Sighing, she didn't even grab a towel as she wandered into her room. Carring the bong lossly in her left hand, hair hanging infront of her eyes. Halfway across the room she realized she was being watched, she froze and looked up through the veil of gold.
Skin, hair, and bong dripping water to the hardwood floor. Though it never seemed to touch, she staired at Amon as if he was a ghost. Shocked to the core, she didn't move, nor did she blush. She just staired. He just staired back, in awe of the sight before him.
"You really are a sight, you know that?" He murmered, stoned grin spread across his face. She blinked at him, not sure what to do or say.
"Uhmmmm.....thanks?" Amon raised an eyebrow, she hadn't moved yet. He was half dressed and sprawled across her bed, a strange sort of smile spread across his face. His eyes held her still. There was a shimmer there, one that had always been. One that she didn't recognize until now...wanting. Not sure what it was he wanted, she lifted her left hand, offering the bong. He grinned a rakish sort of grin and grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward him. She dropped the bong, but it hit the mattress and bounced a bit. Amon wrapped an arm around her waist, taking in her sent and the sight of her.
"I'll deny you nothing." He wispered into her face, her breathe came in short, soft puffs. Now understanding what it was his eyes had tried to tell her a thousand times before.
"Does that mean you'll come with me to Berkly?" A glint of a smile spread itself across her face, suddenly realizing she was stradling his lap. Her breath caught in her chest as his hands slid from her waist to her hips, and down to her upper thigh.
"Sunnymooning?" His mouth closer to hers, her arms crept around his neck pulling her tighter to his bare chest.
"And riots." She wispered in an excited tone. He nodded into her mouth and rolled her to her back, giving into the need that had brought him to the brink of insanity. Kissing her intently, Amon rocked against her body. Only the flesh of thier arms and chests had contact. Robin moaned, and begun to shiver, she was in need of something she couldn't name. However she knew that ender of the ache with in her lived in Amon's pants.
Amon traced his mouth down her jaw, and nipped at her collor bone. Grinning as she unfastened his pants, and aided her in thier removal. Grabbing the back of her knees, he dragged her off the bed and onto the floor. If she wanted him NOW, who was he to argue? He rolled her around to face the foot of the bed on her knees, and slid a hand down her sides to play with the soft nervebud within her moist folds. His other hand guided himself into her, and began to repeat the oceanic movement, this time buring his length within her. Starting off slow, with a lot less pressure than he would have wanted, not wanting to hurt her. With the invent of bycicles, modern women rarely have hymens to break, however, there was still the distinct feeling of a girls hipps widening to 'the lovers' possition. Her leggs strained against his fingers as he intensified his movements. He wrapped his other around her ribbs to hold her in place as she burried her face into the matterice.
Gripping the blankets of her oversized bed in clinched fists, Robin began to moan louder, and shudder harder. Before she could stop herself she was shrieking and rocking back into the man, bracing herself from the ever increasing force by locking her elbows. The hand between her legs came up and gripped a breast as her head fell against his shoulder. His movements began pressing her chest against the fabric of the large bed. Soon her chest was on the bed, and his hands were on her hipps pulling her onto him as he pushed into her. Grinning she opened her eyes and craned her neck for a peak at his face, which was contorted in both pleasure and consentration.
With a sudden heave she was thrown back on the bed and landed on her back. Both her knees caught by his elbows as he mounted her agian. This time his thrusts were rappid and hard. Robin couldn't help but scream out in her glory, which only encuarged him. Throughing her hands above her head in a show of submission. His eyes widened and dialated in wild need.
He let go of her knees in favor of grabing her wrists, her legs wrapping around his waist. He pinned her there and stared down into her face, her eyes half lidded. She would have been smiling if she weren't screaming. His moment was on him now, and he had no choice but to ride the wave of extasy through. He jerked into her harder as his weight remained on her wrists, her back in a full arch up to meet his cumming as he exploaded into her. He dropped against her, still pounding with the after shock. Letting go of her wrist so they could twine around him. She dug her nails into his buttocks, as if to guid him further and harder in and up, causing the electirc spikes to shoot through her body, making it convulse and writh around his. He grabbed her shoulders for more leverage, as she braced her heals against the back of his knees. Bringing her up a few more times before he droped his weight upon her and panted against her neck, completely spent. He dragged thier bodies to the head of the bed, and wrapped them both up as soon as he had caught his breath. No need to catch a chill. They kissed and snuggled into one another, and in no time, Robin had passed out. Amon grinned to himself as brushed hair from her face. Amazing how the world works itself out...was the last thought in his mind as he followed her in peaceful slumber.
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Nagira had just reheated his dinner plate, and sat down at the table. All was quiet, like the inhabitants had gone to sleep early, or weren't home. He had the first bite held to his mouth when the screaming began. Raising an eyebrow he stuffed the morsel into his mouth and checked his watch. 11:45, it told him. The yowling continued through his meal, and dessert. Still grinning, he put the dishes in the sink and headed for the door. At 12:45 he was leaving and the extatic screaming stopped. He would have to tease Amon about this later. Nagira shook his head, fate was fate. And there's no escaping destiny. Even if the little shit didn't diserve it.
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Amon couldn't believe his good fortune as he talked to the residents of Walled City. Explaining what was going on, and giving them advice on what to do next. Call an ambulance, and hide. What they did best really, and they listened. Their pail, unsure movements made him wonder about his own confidance. Was craft really like this? It was a third and fourth arm to him, was it the same for others? Was it the same for Robin?
He sniffed the air expirementaly, she was near. As in she was somewhere in Tokyo. He had to find her before Cameron woke up. Not really sure what he was doing, he closed his eyes and searched for the trace of her. He could feel the lines of power that lay across and through the ground move, pull taught, then stop. He opened his eyes to the small appartment that he had tucked her into not so long ago. A familiar sene lay before his eyes.
There sat a golden haired woman, her knees to her chest, her head on her knees. Her hair was down, tips touching the floor. She picked up her head as she felt his presence. Her eyes were wide and worried. Amon. She mouthed at him. She blinked, unmoving. He stepped forward, and took her face in his hands. Lowering his head to hers, tasting her breath on his lips.
"How did you get here?" He spoke softly, barely more than a murmer.
"Mephisto." She choked slightly on her tears. "I felt him pass. Then I was here....But I don't know where 'here' is."
"Do you want me to take you home?" She nodded into his palms. He half picked her off the floor and placed her head against his chest. Feeling her arms encircle his back, he slid his eyes closed and consentrated on a forested drive, so peaceful, and distant from this night's termoil.
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It was very early morning, the sun just peaking through the low branches as Nagira, Amon and Robin stood at the dais of quartz. The pail urn contained the remnants of a man that most of the world had forgotten That he, himself had forgotten, Robin joked softly. Ensiting a chuckle from Nagira, and a sigh from Amon. Set to the center where it seemed most fitting. For a while none spoke, just staired as the sun rose enough to hit the urn, which channeled the light into the carved crystal beneath. A breath taking sun dial of light and color. The bloody stars of the clamatis even seemed approving, rather than morning.
"Well, whose hungry?" Robin asked, in her most Robin-esq way. Not waiting for an answere she turned and headed back to the house. Wanting nothing more than return to her routine. Amon looked at his brother and sighed, they had a lot to talk about, but it all suddenly seemed like it could wait.
"We haven't got all the time in the world, but I suppsoe we could break for breakfast." Nagira said to the retreating back of his younger brother.
"What are you talking about?" Amon didn't even look back over his shoulder. "All Robin, I and the world have is time."
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"No, really Lenore," Micheal's tone belied his iratance at his lover. "How do you know Robin."
The pail woman looked over her shoulder at the young man with a sigh. She stopped in her dressing and looked at him, studding him for a while. The amber tinted gray eyes began to melt, then softened altogether. "I was just a cub when she found me..." The look she gave him now was distant and glazed. "My Clan was staggered to the four winds," She shook herself. "Survival, or some other lame excuse." She snapped the bra on with a grimice. "Ciaro was not a good place for her. Not wild, not harsh, she seemed like easy meat." Another shrug, then her shoulders sagged as she fingered an angora lavinder sweater. "I know that's what they thought of me....but Robin....you don't cross her. Not for anything." Her voice trailed to a wisper, Micheal saw tears forming at the corners of her eyes. She straightened and whurled to face him, letting the silver drops go where they wished. "I was giving up on the reasons for continueing when I bumped into her. She made me feel like home...like I mattered, somehow...She became my sister." A rare, true smile spread across her face, "I have never stopped following her..." Micheal smiled back at tiny vixen infront of him.
"Even though she's been gone for years?" He couldn't keep the question from slipping.
"85 years of abuse or neglect melted way with one wan smile, time means nothing." Lenore pulled the sweater over her head and dragged Micheal towards the door. "There is always day and night, but what are a few seasons but reminders of what, and who we love? She and I are two of the same, so naturally, we will drift together, and apart." They where out the door and headed toward the Raven's Flat. "But we will always come together again, as though no time had paced between us." Micheal was grinning ear to ear as they walked in the door of the office. True love has nothing to do with sex, or gender.. He thought to himself as he ignored the snide look from Miho, and the grumbling form Kosaka. And everything to do with power from within, strength of mind. Dojima opened her mouth to say something but an unearthly growl that sent chills down the spine made her snap her jaw shut, and turn toward her termanel.
"We need to gather in confrance room." Kosaka grumbled, long since learning that one does not start breating and hollering when anywhere near Lenore. Especially if it was in anyway dirrected at Micheal. "So mass damage was done to Walled City, and one of the 'Sharks' is in the hospital." The Administrater marched himself into the dark room, not waiting for a reply.
"Cameron lost." Was all Lenore said as she left Amon's old terminal and headed after, Micheal on her heels. Miho sighed, how she missed the days that it was Robin she was dealing with...or Kate. She decided Robin was easier because she could at least pretend that the girl was a subordinate. Or otherwise, somehow beneather her, which was much more comfortable. That, and Robin was relaxing to be around. She found herself thinking. With that air of warmth and welcome...not this farel, scraggly MIDGIT with an attituted problem. Silently hissing, she too took her seat.
Davide sauntered in just seconds after that, placing himself at Robin's old seat. "Looks like Cameron lost." He anounced.
"You've seen him then?" Lenore raised an eyebrow, "which hospital is he at?"
"Edwards." Kosaka and Davide responded, Davide's eyebrows knitted, not happy with the interuption. "It was the citizens with Walled City that called the ambulance. Since you two know so much, why don't you fill the rest in?" Kosaka was obviously way irritated. Dojima staired wide eyed as Lenore, Micheal, and Davide heald a secret conversation with their eyes. Looks darting back and forth around the room. At last she could take it no more.
"YOU!" She shreiked, jumping to her feet, pointing emphatically at the young hacker. "YOU WILL TELL ME WHAT YOUR HIDING!" She looked like she would climb over the table to claw it out of him if Lenore wasn't sitting so close to the young blonde man. "Your hiding something! You KNOW something!" Her voice was a wail that simmered as she noticed Lenore''s hair began to stand up slightly.
"You aren't the only one who can keep secrets." Micheal smiled a grin that should have been on Lenore's face, the woman it belonged to purred in pride. "I know lots of things you don't. How would you like to be enlightened today?" A groan escaped Davide as he leaned way back in his chair, rubing the bridge of his nose.
"Let's start with how Cameron ended up in the hospital, why there are large holes in the buildings between here and Walled City...now that I mention it, Lenore, why was your car implanted in the pavement?" Kosaka's vein was beginning to pulse. For a few seconds she thought about staying silent and watch the older man have an anurism...decided though, to let his hypper tension get the better of him another day, she decided to fess up...to some of it anyway.
"Cameron was chasing some skirt." She began, rolling her eyes. Not missing the dark look that crossed Miho's fakely benign face. "The skirt already had a mate, said mate didn't take it kindly and, apparently, taught him a lesson." She too leaned back crossing her arms behind her head. "About time too, he was getting to big for his breaches." She said in gaelic to Micheal, who laughed and nodded.
"And you know this, how?" Miho tried hard to keep her tone from turning acidic.
"Oh," Lenore was enjoying this way too much, "He broke my door down before he got into the fight while Micheal and I were....preocupied." Miho's brow knotted, Lenore could sound just like Robin sometimes. But only when she was using that sweet, gentle tone to twist thorns in one's side. "Had to have Davide fix it for me." The smaller woman added last minute. Davide grunted and headed for the door. He was not about to sit through another cat fight. Miho had no defences, and Lenore was just to vicious toward the skulky empath.
"Hey, man," Sakaki had stayed as aloof and silent through this whole conversation as he did most days, just trying not to get involved.
"Yeah, you can come with....just checking out what the witnesses have to say." Davide was down a partner, after all, and being around those two did the boy no good. It was natural that in the end, the computer geek saw more action than the rookie, but being witness to the cruelty of women at such a tender age was not good for a jock's ego. A boy shouldn't ever be told that women are meaner, and better at manipulation than he could ever be. The Shark thought to himself. "Don't let those two scare you off skirts, boy." He said as they got into his car.
"Robin wasn't..." The boy started, but trailed off.
"I'm sure she's a nice lass. I never knew her. She's still a skirt, though, and being a bitch goes with that teritory." He spied the look in the boys eyes. "Even if she's nice about it."
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Kosaka sat in his office, watching his tea grow cold. It was teppid now, he'd been stairing at it so long. Wishing to himself when he could yell freely, when his team actually listened to him. When Amon was scaring the little ones into behaving. When did this administaritor gig become so nonessential. He grimmiced. It was the day that Lenore McCGee first showed up. She sauntered in, and the Sharks where hot after her.
"Welcome to the STN-J." He'd sayed amiably enough, and began to recite her job to her. As he had done for Robin, what was this girl? He'd thought, twelve? But no, half way through, she'd put HIM in HIS place. Telling him that the lone hunters, 'Sharks', where going to be in and out of Raven's Flat. That due to past circumstances he would be under survalance, she of course would be the one survaling him. He sighed again. Yes, he did wish for Amon to come back. What he was really wishing for was to have the respect that Ziazan had...but as long as Lenore was here...He took a sip of his tea.
It really hadn't taken long for her to corupt Micheal, thus off setting the balance between the other hunters. Her elder brother Cameron was flightly and only came by to unerve Miho, and Davide was a good for nothing useful himself. Though, the two older men seemed to take pitty on Sakaki, giving the boy some men to hang and hunt with. Not that they were REAL men. Kosaka had a hard time seeing Cameron as anything but a werewolf from horror movies, or Davide as anything but the fixer of broken things. Though it didn't matter what was broken, the Itallian could fix it. They were only witches as it was, and one day, hopefully soon, he'd be rid of the pesky threesome. Maybe then he'd have that demure little Robin to look at again. He sighed, a shrill voice erupted from below the over looking windows of his office.
"Sir, the women are in a fight...again." Hatori was at the door, looking anxious. "What do I do?"
"Stay well away and out of it, Hatori, m'boy." He's voice was strained and tired, he looked over his shoulder, down and at the fray. Imediantly wishing he hadn't. The last thing he needed was to be reminded of what kind of power was sent to them via Lenore. But there she stood, in all her Sphinx's glory, wings outspread, and full yowling snarl at someone he couldn't see. The young hacker next to her sat blissfully unaware, typing way at his keyboard. Kosaka laid his head in his hands. Stupid 'Pi' gnenom being unstable gave way for a werewolf and a sphinx in one scottish family....poor family...Shaking his head he went back to his tea, now quite cold. Poor him. He thought to himself.
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Nagura was back in his office by mid day. Catching up on the nightly events, and even found time to see some of his clients. Much to his secritaries suprise.
"Just like when SHE was around....have you heard from her yet?" She'd berated him until she was board and found something better to do. "Some lawyer you are..." Was the last comment before she headed off. He sighed, he probably decerved that. He lit a cigarette and staired out the window. Who knew his little bro was such a stoner? And Robin? Well, he'd geussed that from the start, just the way she walked around with that look on her face. But Amon?
As soon as the wake was over, he was lighting up and watching the shapely blonde do her thing in the kitchen. Probably didn't pay a lick of attention to what Nagira was saying to him. Only giving the occasional nod, with the even more occasional 'Yeah'. Nagira gave up entirely on family history when food was place infront of him. His stomach was so full of rich good food, he doubted he would eat for a week. The kind of meal people pay outlandishly for, Amon was sitting back and enjoying on a regular basis. The lawyer snorted, took a drag. Probably why the dark exhunter kept her so jelously to himself. Either that or he hasn't gotten it on yet, thus making it impossible for her to chose anyone else. Not that she seemed to mind. Nagira grunted in agitation.
"Dinner is always ready by seven, lunch at one. Breakfast about now." Robin had said as he left the house, as if she were telling him she fully expected his company on a regular basis....even if it was only for meal time. He shook his head. Amon was their father's heir then...not they way Japanesse men usually do things, but then, their father wasn't Japanesse....He was a man form a lost civilization that now had no name. Somewher near ancient Maya. He hadn't looked Mayan, but time had changed the old man's features a great deal. Even mountains get changed with time, so maybe the same could be said for men too. He looked at the clock, seven on the dot. He snorted and went back to paper work. Might as well give the love birds some time to sort out their affairs. Not too much time though, maybe only a day or two.
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Dinner came and went with little said between the strange pare. Robin's warm beauty found herself in the bath with her bong, Amon doing who knows what. What now? she asked of herself. Without Mephisto to look after, who would she talk too? Amon didn't communicate easily, or well. She didn't have the patience to hold his hand through his emotion turmoil...and she was lonely. Especially at night. Eighteen and not a kiss yet. She sighed, slipping further under the water. Would she be doomed to life as a virgin forever? She was getting tired of that status, after all, it didn't mean much. Just more years of pent up frustration, and emotional stress brought on by no hormonal or emotional realese. Not that she was of the mind of jumping just ANYONE...though the thought had crossed it a few times.
Sufficiantly pruned, and scrubbed, she crawled out of the claw foot and sighed. In a life not long ago she had friends, she had a life. Sighing, she didn't even grab a towel as she wandered into her room. Carring the bong lossly in her left hand, hair hanging infront of her eyes. Halfway across the room she realized she was being watched, she froze and looked up through the veil of gold.
Skin, hair, and bong dripping water to the hardwood floor. Though it never seemed to touch, she staired at Amon as if he was a ghost. Shocked to the core, she didn't move, nor did she blush. She just staired. He just staired back, in awe of the sight before him.
"You really are a sight, you know that?" He murmered, stoned grin spread across his face. She blinked at him, not sure what to do or say.
"Uhmmmm.....thanks?" Amon raised an eyebrow, she hadn't moved yet. He was half dressed and sprawled across her bed, a strange sort of smile spread across his face. His eyes held her still. There was a shimmer there, one that had always been. One that she didn't recognize until now...wanting. Not sure what it was he wanted, she lifted her left hand, offering the bong. He grinned a rakish sort of grin and grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward him. She dropped the bong, but it hit the mattress and bounced a bit. Amon wrapped an arm around her waist, taking in her sent and the sight of her.
"I'll deny you nothing." He wispered into her face, her breathe came in short, soft puffs. Now understanding what it was his eyes had tried to tell her a thousand times before.
"Does that mean you'll come with me to Berkly?" A glint of a smile spread itself across her face, suddenly realizing she was stradling his lap. Her breath caught in her chest as his hands slid from her waist to her hips, and down to her upper thigh.
"Sunnymooning?" His mouth closer to hers, her arms crept around his neck pulling her tighter to his bare chest.
"And riots." She wispered in an excited tone. He nodded into her mouth and rolled her to her back, giving into the need that had brought him to the brink of insanity. Kissing her intently, Amon rocked against her body. Only the flesh of thier arms and chests had contact. Robin moaned, and begun to shiver, she was in need of something she couldn't name. However she knew that ender of the ache with in her lived in Amon's pants.
Amon traced his mouth down her jaw, and nipped at her collor bone. Grinning as she unfastened his pants, and aided her in thier removal. Grabbing the back of her knees, he dragged her off the bed and onto the floor. If she wanted him NOW, who was he to argue? He rolled her around to face the foot of the bed on her knees, and slid a hand down her sides to play with the soft nervebud within her moist folds. His other hand guided himself into her, and began to repeat the oceanic movement, this time buring his length within her. Starting off slow, with a lot less pressure than he would have wanted, not wanting to hurt her. With the invent of bycicles, modern women rarely have hymens to break, however, there was still the distinct feeling of a girls hipps widening to 'the lovers' possition. Her leggs strained against his fingers as he intensified his movements. He wrapped his other around her ribbs to hold her in place as she burried her face into the matterice.
Gripping the blankets of her oversized bed in clinched fists, Robin began to moan louder, and shudder harder. Before she could stop herself she was shrieking and rocking back into the man, bracing herself from the ever increasing force by locking her elbows. The hand between her legs came up and gripped a breast as her head fell against his shoulder. His movements began pressing her chest against the fabric of the large bed. Soon her chest was on the bed, and his hands were on her hipps pulling her onto him as he pushed into her. Grinning she opened her eyes and craned her neck for a peak at his face, which was contorted in both pleasure and consentration.
With a sudden heave she was thrown back on the bed and landed on her back. Both her knees caught by his elbows as he mounted her agian. This time his thrusts were rappid and hard. Robin couldn't help but scream out in her glory, which only encuarged him. Throughing her hands above her head in a show of submission. His eyes widened and dialated in wild need.
He let go of her knees in favor of grabing her wrists, her legs wrapping around his waist. He pinned her there and stared down into her face, her eyes half lidded. She would have been smiling if she weren't screaming. His moment was on him now, and he had no choice but to ride the wave of extasy through. He jerked into her harder as his weight remained on her wrists, her back in a full arch up to meet his cumming as he exploaded into her. He dropped against her, still pounding with the after shock. Letting go of her wrist so they could twine around him. She dug her nails into his buttocks, as if to guid him further and harder in and up, causing the electirc spikes to shoot through her body, making it convulse and writh around his. He grabbed her shoulders for more leverage, as she braced her heals against the back of his knees. Bringing her up a few more times before he droped his weight upon her and panted against her neck, completely spent. He dragged thier bodies to the head of the bed, and wrapped them both up as soon as he had caught his breath. No need to catch a chill. They kissed and snuggled into one another, and in no time, Robin had passed out. Amon grinned to himself as brushed hair from her face. Amazing how the world works itself out...was the last thought in his mind as he followed her in peaceful slumber.
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Nagira had just reheated his dinner plate, and sat down at the table. All was quiet, like the inhabitants had gone to sleep early, or weren't home. He had the first bite held to his mouth when the screaming began. Raising an eyebrow he stuffed the morsel into his mouth and checked his watch. 11:45, it told him. The yowling continued through his meal, and dessert. Still grinning, he put the dishes in the sink and headed for the door. At 12:45 he was leaving and the extatic screaming stopped. He would have to tease Amon about this later. Nagira shook his head, fate was fate. And there's no escaping destiny. Even if the little shit didn't diserve it.