Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Tarot ❯ High Priestess ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Moonsister 
Anime/Manga: Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Horror / Supernatural | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.13.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 296 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Horror / Supernatural | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.13.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 296 | Status: Work In Progress
High Priestess
Rhainnon kissed the beak of a clay bird, and behold, it flew. It's voice filled the air with a million songs without words, giving light to heavy hearts. When the Goddess was tired from guarding the Tree of All Seeds, she gathered clay into her lap and fashioned Horse. Beauty and speed to go great distances without tiring.
With Horse and Bird, speed and sound, the Queen of the Underworld traveled to the Moon to look upon the Mirror of All Things; the great Oceans of Earth. What did she see, as she cast her gaze upon us? The truest mystery of them all, why love?
She was dreaming and she knew it, but she couldn't help fighting against the tied. Hundreds of years ago, she who came before learned the pain of hanging, now, Robin was forced to know that memory. She groaned and shifted, trying to wake herself up. But her mind was tired, and so was her body, so both resisted. A firm hand, and a strong voice made them obey her.
"Robin!" Amon was shaking the disturbed girl from her sleep. Brilliant eyes rolled wistfully open, to look warmly up at him.
"Thank you...." She murmured softly. "I was having a hard time with that one." She shifted under his hand, and pushed herself up to her knees still swaddled in the blanket. Amon shook his head and left the bed they'd shared. Had she really not noticed? He eyed her from a distance, hoping she wouldn't notice how nervous she made him. Perhaps she would be better off in Nagira's care...he mused silently. Though she doesn't seem to mind his presance.
Robin let out a sigh as she slipped her feet to the floor and headed for the bathroom. Morning ocurances had to be taken care of, but after that? Now what, she thought to herself. What was Amon planning, was he planning? Somewhere between washing her face, and getting a clean body suit on, she decided she was not going to run around the world. Having had enough of that with the monistairy. Six months in, and six months out in various countries, while it was good for linguistics, it did nothing for her well being. Same such well being that was so important now.
"There are a few apartments in Walled City that Nagira reserved for us." Amon said as she re-entered the room. His face shifted slightly in a way she did not understand when he looked at her. Seeming to take no notice, she took up the over-all skirt and started looking for her boots.
"That sounds nice." Was all she had to say about that, at least she didn't have to fight to stay in Japan, she thought. Having her own place would also be a bonus.
"We're Hunted now, so work is going to be tough." Amon was certain he would shake her from this daze if he just kept pushing.
"Strip joints."
"What?!" Amon's eyebrows shot toward his hairline as he turned to face her. Imagining her dancing on a poll in a crowded room with God knows who staring for all their worth was NOT going to happen. Not when HE was alive least ways.
"They always need bartenders, and bouncers." She looked up to see the look on his face, and grinned slightly. "I'm a fighter, not a dancer....I'd break someone's neck." You'd break more than that, he thought to himself as he too used the bathroom.
The day ended with each in their respected hovels. In the same building, and just down the hall from each other. Robin was very pleased with hers, as it was hers and nobody else's. Amon was less than happy as he had a better place not a few months ago. Robin's only reply was that at least it was a roof, with no leaks. Upon that, he could no longer complain. Just sigh as the realization was now he was alone with his own thoughts, something he was never entirely sure he liked.
Robin on the other hand was a justing quite well. Sure enough, there was a strip joint looking for a bartender, and yes, she was very qualified for the position. She was quickly informed that dancing would bring her more pay, but she just shook her head and said that such was not for her. The owner didn't push it, as his last bartender had just died of overdose of some nasty sort. In short, he needed the help NOW. So naturally in a few short days, she was employed, and had Amon working there shortly after.
A routine had been set, and executed for a month without interruption. Amon was tired of beating people off the dancers, then beating the dancers off of himself. He was tired of spending more and more time at the bar to beat people off the bartender, who in all honesty, looked better than the dancers. He was sighing into his whiskey one paticularly eventful evening, as the place was being shut down for the night. When he looked up not into Robin's warm and wan regard, but into Miho's subversive scrutiny. He'd almost forgotten how much he hated that look. That was the look she gave when she was about to start something that he didn't want to deal with.
"Glad to see your alive." She smiled, but in a way that made him wonder what she was fishing for.
"Yeah." Was all that he said as he took a sip, too much time with Robin. He'd forgotten that women manipulate the men they know into saying anything. "What do you want?" This took her back a bit.
"I just thought...." She turned away and looked up at the mix of bottles on display. "I thought that you would come back, if you could."
"What gave you that idea?" He had almost hissed at her, it had been a long night, Miho was irritating, but she was still a friend. She blinked, hurt, and seemed like she was just about to leave when a soft and soothing voice broke through to them.
"Karasuma, it has been a while....what would you like?" Amon stared up from his hunched position, that was Robin's most soothing tone, here to save the day and mend the strain between old friends. How she reminded him of Harry, a young, sexy, FEMALE Harry. He looked to his sides to make sure no one was ogling her. Chat in the back says that was a part of his contract with the boss. Amon sighed over his fate, good thing Robin doesn't listen to gossip. But then, it doesn't help when she instigates his over protectiveness.
"I was just about to leave..." The older woman gazed fondly at the younger one, still looking like she was fishing for something. "Looks like your closing."
"Stay for a Tahti, we aren't closed yet." The slender girl was already mixing the drink. Miho sighed, and smiled down at the bar. Robin's presence had always been warm, and difficult to refuse. So she nodded, had her drink and sat in solemn silence next to Amon, whose eyes kept darting around like they used to do when they were Hunting as a team and many male strangers were around. Though he never seemed so protective over the other women on the team. This of course caused Miho to wonder, once again why Amon acted so differently around Robin. Truly, hadn't the girl proved that she didn't need any of them, repeatedly, and from the start?
"Well, goodnight, the both of you. We have no orders-"
"You will not receive such orders either." Robin said with a smile. "I think you know why." With a wink, Robin was off to her last minutes and Amon nodded goodnight to the empath. Who shuffled out of the bar with a confused look on her face. Robin really was an odd bird, she thought to herself. Thinking back to when they first met, and how Amon tripped over himself in her presence. How he tried not to show what was blatenly obvious. She shook her head as she got into her car, and started the trek back to her own home. Robin had never needed any of them, and that is why Amon was with her. She didn't need him.
It was well past the wee hours of the morning when Amon was seeing Robin to her door. As it opened he let himself in and made himself at home on her couch. Staring at the newly applied wall paper of pail minty green and butter yellow design, he ignored Robin's questioning look as she closed and locked the door behind her.
"Are you hungry?" She asked of the brooding one on her couch. She really didn't feel like twenty questions, but he'd been in such a mood all day that she thought it best to humor him.
"No." He said simply. "I just don't want to go home right now."
"Mia cassa, sue cassa." She murmured, with a wave of her wrist. Amon's lip curled in the corner. My home, your home, he thought, and leaned back into the soft couch. Before he knew it she was standing in front of him with a cup of tea, and the remote control in offered poise. He took both with a nod of thanks, and she smiled.
"I smell like smoke. I'm taking a shower." She was already halfway in the bathroom as she spoke. And the stench of dirty old lusty men panting on you all night, he thought. The door was closed before he could reply. What was he thinking anyway? He was the one doing most of the panting on her, though she never seemed to mind him. The only reason the back room joked about him being the body guard of a bartender, was because she was so exotic looking that those emerald eyes would have her in a bad way without him being there to look after her.. The Boss didn't mind, as Robin was the best and most reliable in this part of town anyway, and she was good for business. He listened to the sounds of her shower, and watched the TV on mute. Not that on the surface she needed him in any way. But if she didn't, why did she always turn to look for him? It could be reasoned that she didn't want to use her powers in public, but he'd seen her do that a number of times. Mostly in front of drunk people who thought she was a magician on the side. He chuckled to himself at the memories. His attention was called back to the TV, and turned the volume up a bit as something caught his interest. They were digging up the Factory still, and still the body count was growing.
--"...incinerators with human remains was found at the Factory Site." The reporter said. "A cross check is being done against the missing person's list. Police Enforcement are recommending that relatives that are missing loved ones please come in and leave a DNA sample with the CSI department..."
Amon clicked the mute button back on, and put his head in his hands. Now he felt like crying...human remains in incinerators. This did not bode well.
"But why?" Was all that slipped past his sealed jaw, not really looking for an answer.
"Because not everyone has a potent enough craft to yield any Ectoplasm." Her sweet voice did its best to soften the blow. He turned to her as if to say something but stopped to take in her appearance in the living room. Dressed in a bathrobe, with her hair down and still dripping slightly. She grinned wistfully and shook her head, causing her hair to dry instantly. "More tea, Amon?" Her eyes where so kind and thoughtful.
"No." He rose from where he sat and just stood there. His hands found the pockets of his pants and his eyes rested on the sofa of incredible softness. "What does it take to extract Ectoplasm?"
"Should I get you a pillow and a blanket?" She understood after all so he only nodded. Leave it to an Italian not to care WHO slept in her living room. "It takes an Elemental force that has imbued the protoplasm. Apparently it takes a certain 'charge' before it can be extracted."
"What sort of charge?"
"Hallucinogens, mostly. PCP, and Methamphetamines more specifically."
"You've known this all along?" His voice was trying not to force the coldness he felt on her, though, he doubted that it was working.
"We were all so busy at the time, and the truth has a way of working itself to the surface anyway....why not let it in its own time? Would such knowledge have helped you then?" She wasn't looking at him, she seemed hurt, but whether it was because of him or the situation, he couldn't tell.
"Your right, you know...it is all absurd when you look at it." He'd taken off his coat and boots and was now laying out on her couch as she draped a blanket over him. At this, she smiled and nodded, tucked the corners around his shoulders, and made sure his toes would know no draft. He was asleep in moments, something that very few people, not even lovers, had the grace of seeing.
After she saw him tucked in, and into her own bed, she allowed herself the chance to worry. One day, Amon is going to demand answers from her, would she be able to keep them to herself? Or would she fall into the trap that most young, trusting woman do, and tell him anything he wants to know? Something she'd proven to herself this morning, how little it took him to get what he wanted from her. What more would be asked, and was she of the mind resist? How could she refuse someone who gave up everything familiar as she learned that everything she knew was wrong? She lay on her back wondering about all sorts of things until the sun rose and peaked through her window. Her last thought was what was she going to do about her birthday that just a few days off.
Rhainnon kissed the beak of a clay bird, and behold, it flew. It's voice filled the air with a million songs without words, giving light to heavy hearts. When the Goddess was tired from guarding the Tree of All Seeds, she gathered clay into her lap and fashioned Horse. Beauty and speed to go great distances without tiring.
With Horse and Bird, speed and sound, the Queen of the Underworld traveled to the Moon to look upon the Mirror of All Things; the great Oceans of Earth. What did she see, as she cast her gaze upon us? The truest mystery of them all, why love?
She was dreaming and she knew it, but she couldn't help fighting against the tied. Hundreds of years ago, she who came before learned the pain of hanging, now, Robin was forced to know that memory. She groaned and shifted, trying to wake herself up. But her mind was tired, and so was her body, so both resisted. A firm hand, and a strong voice made them obey her.
"Robin!" Amon was shaking the disturbed girl from her sleep. Brilliant eyes rolled wistfully open, to look warmly up at him.
"Thank you...." She murmured softly. "I was having a hard time with that one." She shifted under his hand, and pushed herself up to her knees still swaddled in the blanket. Amon shook his head and left the bed they'd shared. Had she really not noticed? He eyed her from a distance, hoping she wouldn't notice how nervous she made him. Perhaps she would be better off in Nagira's care...he mused silently. Though she doesn't seem to mind his presance.
Robin let out a sigh as she slipped her feet to the floor and headed for the bathroom. Morning ocurances had to be taken care of, but after that? Now what, she thought to herself. What was Amon planning, was he planning? Somewhere between washing her face, and getting a clean body suit on, she decided she was not going to run around the world. Having had enough of that with the monistairy. Six months in, and six months out in various countries, while it was good for linguistics, it did nothing for her well being. Same such well being that was so important now.
"There are a few apartments in Walled City that Nagira reserved for us." Amon said as she re-entered the room. His face shifted slightly in a way she did not understand when he looked at her. Seeming to take no notice, she took up the over-all skirt and started looking for her boots.
"That sounds nice." Was all she had to say about that, at least she didn't have to fight to stay in Japan, she thought. Having her own place would also be a bonus.
"We're Hunted now, so work is going to be tough." Amon was certain he would shake her from this daze if he just kept pushing.
"Strip joints."
"What?!" Amon's eyebrows shot toward his hairline as he turned to face her. Imagining her dancing on a poll in a crowded room with God knows who staring for all their worth was NOT going to happen. Not when HE was alive least ways.
"They always need bartenders, and bouncers." She looked up to see the look on his face, and grinned slightly. "I'm a fighter, not a dancer....I'd break someone's neck." You'd break more than that, he thought to himself as he too used the bathroom.
The day ended with each in their respected hovels. In the same building, and just down the hall from each other. Robin was very pleased with hers, as it was hers and nobody else's. Amon was less than happy as he had a better place not a few months ago. Robin's only reply was that at least it was a roof, with no leaks. Upon that, he could no longer complain. Just sigh as the realization was now he was alone with his own thoughts, something he was never entirely sure he liked.
Robin on the other hand was a justing quite well. Sure enough, there was a strip joint looking for a bartender, and yes, she was very qualified for the position. She was quickly informed that dancing would bring her more pay, but she just shook her head and said that such was not for her. The owner didn't push it, as his last bartender had just died of overdose of some nasty sort. In short, he needed the help NOW. So naturally in a few short days, she was employed, and had Amon working there shortly after.
A routine had been set, and executed for a month without interruption. Amon was tired of beating people off the dancers, then beating the dancers off of himself. He was tired of spending more and more time at the bar to beat people off the bartender, who in all honesty, looked better than the dancers. He was sighing into his whiskey one paticularly eventful evening, as the place was being shut down for the night. When he looked up not into Robin's warm and wan regard, but into Miho's subversive scrutiny. He'd almost forgotten how much he hated that look. That was the look she gave when she was about to start something that he didn't want to deal with.
"Glad to see your alive." She smiled, but in a way that made him wonder what she was fishing for.
"Yeah." Was all that he said as he took a sip, too much time with Robin. He'd forgotten that women manipulate the men they know into saying anything. "What do you want?" This took her back a bit.
"I just thought...." She turned away and looked up at the mix of bottles on display. "I thought that you would come back, if you could."
"What gave you that idea?" He had almost hissed at her, it had been a long night, Miho was irritating, but she was still a friend. She blinked, hurt, and seemed like she was just about to leave when a soft and soothing voice broke through to them.
"Karasuma, it has been a while....what would you like?" Amon stared up from his hunched position, that was Robin's most soothing tone, here to save the day and mend the strain between old friends. How she reminded him of Harry, a young, sexy, FEMALE Harry. He looked to his sides to make sure no one was ogling her. Chat in the back says that was a part of his contract with the boss. Amon sighed over his fate, good thing Robin doesn't listen to gossip. But then, it doesn't help when she instigates his over protectiveness.
"I was just about to leave..." The older woman gazed fondly at the younger one, still looking like she was fishing for something. "Looks like your closing."
"Stay for a Tahti, we aren't closed yet." The slender girl was already mixing the drink. Miho sighed, and smiled down at the bar. Robin's presence had always been warm, and difficult to refuse. So she nodded, had her drink and sat in solemn silence next to Amon, whose eyes kept darting around like they used to do when they were Hunting as a team and many male strangers were around. Though he never seemed so protective over the other women on the team. This of course caused Miho to wonder, once again why Amon acted so differently around Robin. Truly, hadn't the girl proved that she didn't need any of them, repeatedly, and from the start?
"Well, goodnight, the both of you. We have no orders-"
"You will not receive such orders either." Robin said with a smile. "I think you know why." With a wink, Robin was off to her last minutes and Amon nodded goodnight to the empath. Who shuffled out of the bar with a confused look on her face. Robin really was an odd bird, she thought to herself. Thinking back to when they first met, and how Amon tripped over himself in her presence. How he tried not to show what was blatenly obvious. She shook her head as she got into her car, and started the trek back to her own home. Robin had never needed any of them, and that is why Amon was with her. She didn't need him.
It was well past the wee hours of the morning when Amon was seeing Robin to her door. As it opened he let himself in and made himself at home on her couch. Staring at the newly applied wall paper of pail minty green and butter yellow design, he ignored Robin's questioning look as she closed and locked the door behind her.
"Are you hungry?" She asked of the brooding one on her couch. She really didn't feel like twenty questions, but he'd been in such a mood all day that she thought it best to humor him.
"No." He said simply. "I just don't want to go home right now."
"Mia cassa, sue cassa." She murmured, with a wave of her wrist. Amon's lip curled in the corner. My home, your home, he thought, and leaned back into the soft couch. Before he knew it she was standing in front of him with a cup of tea, and the remote control in offered poise. He took both with a nod of thanks, and she smiled.
"I smell like smoke. I'm taking a shower." She was already halfway in the bathroom as she spoke. And the stench of dirty old lusty men panting on you all night, he thought. The door was closed before he could reply. What was he thinking anyway? He was the one doing most of the panting on her, though she never seemed to mind him. The only reason the back room joked about him being the body guard of a bartender, was because she was so exotic looking that those emerald eyes would have her in a bad way without him being there to look after her.. The Boss didn't mind, as Robin was the best and most reliable in this part of town anyway, and she was good for business. He listened to the sounds of her shower, and watched the TV on mute. Not that on the surface she needed him in any way. But if she didn't, why did she always turn to look for him? It could be reasoned that she didn't want to use her powers in public, but he'd seen her do that a number of times. Mostly in front of drunk people who thought she was a magician on the side. He chuckled to himself at the memories. His attention was called back to the TV, and turned the volume up a bit as something caught his interest. They were digging up the Factory still, and still the body count was growing.
--"...incinerators with human remains was found at the Factory Site." The reporter said. "A cross check is being done against the missing person's list. Police Enforcement are recommending that relatives that are missing loved ones please come in and leave a DNA sample with the CSI department..."
Amon clicked the mute button back on, and put his head in his hands. Now he felt like crying...human remains in incinerators. This did not bode well.
"But why?" Was all that slipped past his sealed jaw, not really looking for an answer.
"Because not everyone has a potent enough craft to yield any Ectoplasm." Her sweet voice did its best to soften the blow. He turned to her as if to say something but stopped to take in her appearance in the living room. Dressed in a bathrobe, with her hair down and still dripping slightly. She grinned wistfully and shook her head, causing her hair to dry instantly. "More tea, Amon?" Her eyes where so kind and thoughtful.
"No." He rose from where he sat and just stood there. His hands found the pockets of his pants and his eyes rested on the sofa of incredible softness. "What does it take to extract Ectoplasm?"
"Should I get you a pillow and a blanket?" She understood after all so he only nodded. Leave it to an Italian not to care WHO slept in her living room. "It takes an Elemental force that has imbued the protoplasm. Apparently it takes a certain 'charge' before it can be extracted."
"What sort of charge?"
"Hallucinogens, mostly. PCP, and Methamphetamines more specifically."
"You've known this all along?" His voice was trying not to force the coldness he felt on her, though, he doubted that it was working.
"We were all so busy at the time, and the truth has a way of working itself to the surface anyway....why not let it in its own time? Would such knowledge have helped you then?" She wasn't looking at him, she seemed hurt, but whether it was because of him or the situation, he couldn't tell.
"Your right, you know...it is all absurd when you look at it." He'd taken off his coat and boots and was now laying out on her couch as she draped a blanket over him. At this, she smiled and nodded, tucked the corners around his shoulders, and made sure his toes would know no draft. He was asleep in moments, something that very few people, not even lovers, had the grace of seeing.
After she saw him tucked in, and into her own bed, she allowed herself the chance to worry. One day, Amon is going to demand answers from her, would she be able to keep them to herself? Or would she fall into the trap that most young, trusting woman do, and tell him anything he wants to know? Something she'd proven to herself this morning, how little it took him to get what he wanted from her. What more would be asked, and was she of the mind resist? How could she refuse someone who gave up everything familiar as she learned that everything she knew was wrong? She lay on her back wondering about all sorts of things until the sun rose and peaked through her window. Her last thought was what was she going to do about her birthday that just a few days off.