Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Tarot ❯ Empress ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Moonsister 
Anime/Manga: Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Horror / Supernatural | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.21.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 272 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Horror / Supernatural | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.21.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 272 | Status: Work In Progress
Empress
Gaea hid herself in the deepest, darkest cave she could find to give birth to her latest child. This child, she'd promised herself, would not share the fate of his brothers and sisters. This one would not be eaten by his father.
The price, however, would be that he would not know sun, nor moon until he was strong enough to fight for himself. She brought him to life, and protected him the only way she could, ultimately though, his survival would be his own doing. So is the woe of the Mother, and the Joy of Her Success.
Her last born would save the world from tyranny. Her last born would save himself, and his siblings, by killing his father. By the destruction the old, the new can rebuild the future into something better, something stronger.
An elder woman sat sipping wine on a wide veranda on a sunny Veniessian mid afternoon. This woman was not a happy one at the moment and was impatiently awaiting a person of her employment to arrive. Her chocolate hair was turning sliver, her large caramel eyes had their share of laugh and worry lines. In all, she was tall and graceful with an air of importance.
Though, the importance was more than an air. Luccina( lu-CHI-na) Colegui was extremely important. She owned a great many businesses and estates throughout Italy and Greece, and the world. She had Solomon by the balls, so to speak, in the US and Canada, something they did not take too kindly. Though, Solomon took very few things kindly since the insurrection of her daughter Maria.
Such was the biasness at hand. What to do with the affairs of the Family. Solomon had begun heavily plotting how to take charge of her vast fortune, using her Craft wielding grandsons, and her now priestly husband. Only one girl to lead the Family through the next generation, and not enough blood relatives who still believed in the old ways to send to protect her. It had been against her better judgment to allow the girl's grandfather custody, though, the education of a monastary is not to be taken lightly. Who knows what she was told when guardianship was transfered.
Luccina sighed heavily, setting her wine glass down and listening intently at the ruckus behind her. She would leave the task of finding, and guarding the young woman to her own great-great-great grandsire. If the old monk would wonder out of the wilderness and show up. Maybe she should send her favorite grandson as well, his mind was not so enfeebled with age as the old monk's.
The commotion yielded her oldest grandson, the first born son of her first born son. She eyed him watchfully, how sad that greed was such a strong emotion, she thought to herself.
"Grandmother, Rasputin is here, and there is news about the 'Devil's Child'."
"You mean your cousin, and the future Lady of this House?" She hissed angrily at the boy. They had gone over this one hundred times before. "You've spent too many years around that old fuddy-duddy I once called husband."
"It is the Tradition, boy." A mellow tone irrupted from behind the chocolate haired man that stood well into his twenties. "It started in Egypt, all the land and goods be passed from grandmother to granddaughter. As no man can ever truly claim sire-hood over any child....until quite recently anyway." The large, scruffy looking individual sat himself down across the table from Luccina, helping himself to a cup of tea, and enjoying the afternoon.
"What have you learned, dear grandson?" The warmth returning to the old woman's voice and she waved him to sit beside her. As irritating as the constant reminder of her girlish years were, she couldn't help but love the boy for all the boyhood years, even if Solomon had polluted his mind with Christian fanaticisms.
"She is still in Tokyo, the empath at the STN-J caught sight of her a few days ago." Was all he said, as he too sat and sipped his tea, thinking about his little cousin. "She is not alone, Grandmother....I am happy for that." He said in ernist to the bottom of his cup. Luccina smiled, he still had his heart then, she thought approvingly as she patted his knee.
"Go with Rasputin and find her. Be the first of her guards." She smiled lovingly at the startled looked she received. "Forget everything that old priest has told you about the inner workings of this Family. It was never his to know."
"But, grandmother-" He knew what she was asking, was she really ready to call it a life? The wave of her finger told him yes, yes she was.
"Go, and be good. Like you always have been." She gave his knee one last squeeze, and brushed both men off.
"Lucy was always such a lovely girl." Rasputin whispered to the the much younger man on the plane to Japan. "I bet this Robin has turned into one as well. You said she wasn't alone, who does she have with her?"
"A toy." Was all the caramel eyed man could say. What he ment was 'the silent type that enjoyed sulking in dark corners and growling at people who didn't leave him alone'. His mind though would not leave the thought of his grandmother, sitting on the veranda, sipping wine, trying desperately to not try poisoning the way-ward husband that left her good company for a cold stone monastary. He shifted in his seat, all because not only was his favorite child (Maria) a witch, but all his children were. Little did the old male fool know it was the instability of HIS genes that killed off all his children. Only three of the grandchildren remained, one of which was jokingly referred to as the 'Devil's Child'. Juliano more than likely would have had the Lady killed by now, with the strongest of her guards gone for the new Lady, and Land. The Land of the Dawning Sun, the First Light. You better be what she thought you are, Robin, or I'll kill you myself. He shifted in his seat from the thought, Grandmother would have barked something horrid if she'd heard that one. But the telepathic bat was now lost to him for ever. All his hope now rested on a sixteen year old girl.
"Two rogue witches are arriving at Tokyo airport in two hours." A young hacker told no one in particular.
"Really?" Replied a platinum blonde woman, who appeared over his shoulder. "Is there something odd about that?"
"Yes. Tobias Colegui, and Rasputin." The hacker released the held breath at uttering the word 'Colegui'. His first REAL friend since he was 'employed' by Ziazen had that name. He eyed the blonde who was hanging too close.
"Colegui..." She looked at him with hope. "Do you think?"
"I hope, but it's Rasputin that is really interesting." The hacker elbowed the woman from over his shoulder, he'd only let Robin have that hover spot, and he'd keep that clear for the day she returned....even if she never did. "Looks like he is THE Rasputin. As in Solomon won't touch him with a ten foot pole. I think they think she's alive," And if she's lucky, they are coming as reinforcements, he grimaced to himself. Maybe there will be a change of employment, and Robin would need a good hacker. Maybe they could watch Monty Python again, that is, if Amon lets anyone near her.
At the bar, at closing time, again. Amon was again drinking whiskey and watching the slender blond do her thing. As usual, he was scowling at anyone who watched her for too long, or demanded too much of her attention. Tonight had a different air to it though, Robin was lost in her own world, working on auto pilot. Was it because he'd all but moved on to her couch? Or was she on the rag? She never gave any tell tell signs of that event, like other women did. He often wondered if she even menstruated, how would immortality affect such things anyway? What ever was going on in her head, he didn't know, and wasn't about to pry. His own imagination was working wonders as it was. He breathed deeply to clear the lusty thoughts from his head. As if she sensed his thoughts on her, she looked up from her reiver, and smiled at him. Refreshing his drink, and winked as she warned him with her eyes the approaching dancer.
Said dancer slipped up to the bar, and received her own drink with congratulations for a good night from Robin. This she accepted with grace, and began to see how far this night would take her with the one bouncer no one had been able to 'bounce'.
Said bouncer did his best to ignore the fake eyelashes batting away at him, and the nuzzling. Until too much contact was made, then be began to brush the female off. Persistent when she wanted something though, the young woman continued her work on his determination. He was in the middle of shoving her off when he heard an unfamiliar voice speak a very familiar name. His back stiffened, and the dancer almost went sprawling to the floor.
"Long time no see, Robin." Chocolate hair brushed over dusty skin, and caramel eyes. The green eyed girl-woman simply blinked at the new comer, totally unaware at the seen before her. This made the dancer more than slightly irritated. Who was this NOBODY that was more confidant about the company she kept than anyone had right?
"Indeed, Tobias, what do you drink?" Her eyes darted over to Amon's, whose face went to stone in instant jealousy. "Amon, this is Tobias. Tobias, this is Amon."
The caramel eyes took Amon's in a piercing gaze. "I'm here to guard you, Robin. Our grandmother's, Luccina Colegui's, dieing wish." With that, he placed a photo down on the bar, making Robin jump.
"Our GRANDMOTHER?." She breathed, looking confused at the old photo. A stab of betrayal brushed though him. Did she not know? Or was she lied to, like he was, by Juliano and his cohorts. Her hands went back to work as she looked back at Amon., he was eying the new comer with such vehemence that he forgot about the dancer that was still trying to drag him off. "I have had Amon with me, and have never been safer." She murmured, looking down to what her hands were doing. Suddenly wanting to cry, and not really knowing why.
Tobias raised an eyebrow at the tone she had used, a most adoring sound had just escaped her throat. He saw the distinct lines of badly hidden jealousy lift off the face of the man who was still trying to get the other woman from draping on him. Finally the man just flung her off and looked at Robin.
That was the face she made when she was in most distress. The disgruntled bouncer noticed with increased irritation. The protectiveness in him made him want to end the conversation by killing the intruder. The dancer gave up, and left in a huff. Deciding that her tactics weren't working, and a new plan should be devised.
"What do you want?" He demanded instead of obeying his more primal instincts.
"To full fill the request of our Grandmother. I will stand guard of the new Lady Toudou." Tobias took the whiskey offered him, not because he liked it, but because the new Lady had given it. Amon frowned, and looked again at Robin, who shrugged without looking up.
"Fine. You can have my apartment, I haven't been using it." Amon said as they stood to leave as Robin had finished her night lasts.. Amon tossed the man his keys.
"You OK with this, Robin?" Tobias asked of his young cousin, who only nodded. He followed them home, and watched with great care as she unlocked her door. Letting Amon in first to make sure it was clear before attempting to enter. This was obviously a well rehearsed dance that both were comfortable with. So he watched the halls, making sure nothing would impede her safe home coming. Though he, personally, thought the place far too shabby for one like her to dwell.
She paused in her threshold for a moment, Amon stopped in his tracks, half way to the couch. She'd finally formed the question she'd wanted to ask all evening.
"When did she die?" Robin's voice almost cracked.
"This last night, about 8 in the PM." Tobias watched her face closely as it turned a whiter shade of pale and she turned away.
"Oh, thank you." Was all she said as she followed Amon in. "Goodnight, Tobias. Sleep well."
"Goodnight, happy birthday." He replied, and went to the empty apartment down the hall.
Robin didn't notice that Amon had bridged the distance between them. So she ran straight into his chest without noticing it loom before her. Her nose made contact with the scent that made her feel safe and warm, strong arms went around her shoulders, and one large hand cradled her head. As if on cue, the tears that had been shut away for twelve long years exploded out of her in near silent waves of locked away misery. The woman she thought was her mother hadn't died so many years ago, like Juliano had told her. Why was she so surprised that Juliano's lies ran so deep? The sobbing was not letting up as she wrapped her frail arms around the one person who seemed to understand here. So she began to do the one thing she had never been allowed before, the comfort of clinging.
Once again it was the wee hours of the morning that Robin found herself wrapped up in her bed. This time, strong arms were petting and holding her, though she was so tired she was half aware. Perhaps that is why the strong presence was there, she couldn't have gotten this far on her own.
"When did you think she died?" Amon's resonant tone droned in her ear. He did not sound pleased at all about this particular turn of events.
"I thought Luccina Colegui was Luccina Sena, my mother." She snuggled into him further, afraid that he'd let her go before she was asleep.
"Happy fucking birthday, indeed." He snorted sarcastically, and tightened his grip on her small frame.
"It's all right....has been the best one that I can remember...." She murmured up to him just as she fell asleep.
"Like that says much." Amon said to a now sleeping woman. He tucked her head under his chin and sighed. He'd finally gotten to the place he wanted to sleep the most, and all he wanted to do was get up and hurt someone. He sighed again, and curled around the small woman in his arms. He really was a lech, as his own brother had called him in jest. But suddenly, being a lech just didn't feel that bad. If this was him at his worse, than he was doing good after all.
Gaea hid herself in the deepest, darkest cave she could find to give birth to her latest child. This child, she'd promised herself, would not share the fate of his brothers and sisters. This one would not be eaten by his father.
The price, however, would be that he would not know sun, nor moon until he was strong enough to fight for himself. She brought him to life, and protected him the only way she could, ultimately though, his survival would be his own doing. So is the woe of the Mother, and the Joy of Her Success.
Her last born would save the world from tyranny. Her last born would save himself, and his siblings, by killing his father. By the destruction the old, the new can rebuild the future into something better, something stronger.
An elder woman sat sipping wine on a wide veranda on a sunny Veniessian mid afternoon. This woman was not a happy one at the moment and was impatiently awaiting a person of her employment to arrive. Her chocolate hair was turning sliver, her large caramel eyes had their share of laugh and worry lines. In all, she was tall and graceful with an air of importance.
Though, the importance was more than an air. Luccina( lu-CHI-na) Colegui was extremely important. She owned a great many businesses and estates throughout Italy and Greece, and the world. She had Solomon by the balls, so to speak, in the US and Canada, something they did not take too kindly. Though, Solomon took very few things kindly since the insurrection of her daughter Maria.
Such was the biasness at hand. What to do with the affairs of the Family. Solomon had begun heavily plotting how to take charge of her vast fortune, using her Craft wielding grandsons, and her now priestly husband. Only one girl to lead the Family through the next generation, and not enough blood relatives who still believed in the old ways to send to protect her. It had been against her better judgment to allow the girl's grandfather custody, though, the education of a monastary is not to be taken lightly. Who knows what she was told when guardianship was transfered.
Luccina sighed heavily, setting her wine glass down and listening intently at the ruckus behind her. She would leave the task of finding, and guarding the young woman to her own great-great-great grandsire. If the old monk would wonder out of the wilderness and show up. Maybe she should send her favorite grandson as well, his mind was not so enfeebled with age as the old monk's.
The commotion yielded her oldest grandson, the first born son of her first born son. She eyed him watchfully, how sad that greed was such a strong emotion, she thought to herself.
"Grandmother, Rasputin is here, and there is news about the 'Devil's Child'."
"You mean your cousin, and the future Lady of this House?" She hissed angrily at the boy. They had gone over this one hundred times before. "You've spent too many years around that old fuddy-duddy I once called husband."
"It is the Tradition, boy." A mellow tone irrupted from behind the chocolate haired man that stood well into his twenties. "It started in Egypt, all the land and goods be passed from grandmother to granddaughter. As no man can ever truly claim sire-hood over any child....until quite recently anyway." The large, scruffy looking individual sat himself down across the table from Luccina, helping himself to a cup of tea, and enjoying the afternoon.
"What have you learned, dear grandson?" The warmth returning to the old woman's voice and she waved him to sit beside her. As irritating as the constant reminder of her girlish years were, she couldn't help but love the boy for all the boyhood years, even if Solomon had polluted his mind with Christian fanaticisms.
"She is still in Tokyo, the empath at the STN-J caught sight of her a few days ago." Was all he said, as he too sat and sipped his tea, thinking about his little cousin. "She is not alone, Grandmother....I am happy for that." He said in ernist to the bottom of his cup. Luccina smiled, he still had his heart then, she thought approvingly as she patted his knee.
"Go with Rasputin and find her. Be the first of her guards." She smiled lovingly at the startled looked she received. "Forget everything that old priest has told you about the inner workings of this Family. It was never his to know."
"But, grandmother-" He knew what she was asking, was she really ready to call it a life? The wave of her finger told him yes, yes she was.
"Go, and be good. Like you always have been." She gave his knee one last squeeze, and brushed both men off.
"Lucy was always such a lovely girl." Rasputin whispered to the the much younger man on the plane to Japan. "I bet this Robin has turned into one as well. You said she wasn't alone, who does she have with her?"
"A toy." Was all the caramel eyed man could say. What he ment was 'the silent type that enjoyed sulking in dark corners and growling at people who didn't leave him alone'. His mind though would not leave the thought of his grandmother, sitting on the veranda, sipping wine, trying desperately to not try poisoning the way-ward husband that left her good company for a cold stone monastary. He shifted in his seat, all because not only was his favorite child (Maria) a witch, but all his children were. Little did the old male fool know it was the instability of HIS genes that killed off all his children. Only three of the grandchildren remained, one of which was jokingly referred to as the 'Devil's Child'. Juliano more than likely would have had the Lady killed by now, with the strongest of her guards gone for the new Lady, and Land. The Land of the Dawning Sun, the First Light. You better be what she thought you are, Robin, or I'll kill you myself. He shifted in his seat from the thought, Grandmother would have barked something horrid if she'd heard that one. But the telepathic bat was now lost to him for ever. All his hope now rested on a sixteen year old girl.
"Two rogue witches are arriving at Tokyo airport in two hours." A young hacker told no one in particular.
"Really?" Replied a platinum blonde woman, who appeared over his shoulder. "Is there something odd about that?"
"Yes. Tobias Colegui, and Rasputin." The hacker released the held breath at uttering the word 'Colegui'. His first REAL friend since he was 'employed' by Ziazen had that name. He eyed the blonde who was hanging too close.
"Colegui..." She looked at him with hope. "Do you think?"
"I hope, but it's Rasputin that is really interesting." The hacker elbowed the woman from over his shoulder, he'd only let Robin have that hover spot, and he'd keep that clear for the day she returned....even if she never did. "Looks like he is THE Rasputin. As in Solomon won't touch him with a ten foot pole. I think they think she's alive," And if she's lucky, they are coming as reinforcements, he grimaced to himself. Maybe there will be a change of employment, and Robin would need a good hacker. Maybe they could watch Monty Python again, that is, if Amon lets anyone near her.
At the bar, at closing time, again. Amon was again drinking whiskey and watching the slender blond do her thing. As usual, he was scowling at anyone who watched her for too long, or demanded too much of her attention. Tonight had a different air to it though, Robin was lost in her own world, working on auto pilot. Was it because he'd all but moved on to her couch? Or was she on the rag? She never gave any tell tell signs of that event, like other women did. He often wondered if she even menstruated, how would immortality affect such things anyway? What ever was going on in her head, he didn't know, and wasn't about to pry. His own imagination was working wonders as it was. He breathed deeply to clear the lusty thoughts from his head. As if she sensed his thoughts on her, she looked up from her reiver, and smiled at him. Refreshing his drink, and winked as she warned him with her eyes the approaching dancer.
Said dancer slipped up to the bar, and received her own drink with congratulations for a good night from Robin. This she accepted with grace, and began to see how far this night would take her with the one bouncer no one had been able to 'bounce'.
Said bouncer did his best to ignore the fake eyelashes batting away at him, and the nuzzling. Until too much contact was made, then be began to brush the female off. Persistent when she wanted something though, the young woman continued her work on his determination. He was in the middle of shoving her off when he heard an unfamiliar voice speak a very familiar name. His back stiffened, and the dancer almost went sprawling to the floor.
"Long time no see, Robin." Chocolate hair brushed over dusty skin, and caramel eyes. The green eyed girl-woman simply blinked at the new comer, totally unaware at the seen before her. This made the dancer more than slightly irritated. Who was this NOBODY that was more confidant about the company she kept than anyone had right?
"Indeed, Tobias, what do you drink?" Her eyes darted over to Amon's, whose face went to stone in instant jealousy. "Amon, this is Tobias. Tobias, this is Amon."
The caramel eyes took Amon's in a piercing gaze. "I'm here to guard you, Robin. Our grandmother's, Luccina Colegui's, dieing wish." With that, he placed a photo down on the bar, making Robin jump.
"Our GRANDMOTHER?." She breathed, looking confused at the old photo. A stab of betrayal brushed though him. Did she not know? Or was she lied to, like he was, by Juliano and his cohorts. Her hands went back to work as she looked back at Amon., he was eying the new comer with such vehemence that he forgot about the dancer that was still trying to drag him off. "I have had Amon with me, and have never been safer." She murmured, looking down to what her hands were doing. Suddenly wanting to cry, and not really knowing why.
Tobias raised an eyebrow at the tone she had used, a most adoring sound had just escaped her throat. He saw the distinct lines of badly hidden jealousy lift off the face of the man who was still trying to get the other woman from draping on him. Finally the man just flung her off and looked at Robin.
That was the face she made when she was in most distress. The disgruntled bouncer noticed with increased irritation. The protectiveness in him made him want to end the conversation by killing the intruder. The dancer gave up, and left in a huff. Deciding that her tactics weren't working, and a new plan should be devised.
"What do you want?" He demanded instead of obeying his more primal instincts.
"To full fill the request of our Grandmother. I will stand guard of the new Lady Toudou." Tobias took the whiskey offered him, not because he liked it, but because the new Lady had given it. Amon frowned, and looked again at Robin, who shrugged without looking up.
"Fine. You can have my apartment, I haven't been using it." Amon said as they stood to leave as Robin had finished her night lasts.. Amon tossed the man his keys.
"You OK with this, Robin?" Tobias asked of his young cousin, who only nodded. He followed them home, and watched with great care as she unlocked her door. Letting Amon in first to make sure it was clear before attempting to enter. This was obviously a well rehearsed dance that both were comfortable with. So he watched the halls, making sure nothing would impede her safe home coming. Though he, personally, thought the place far too shabby for one like her to dwell.
She paused in her threshold for a moment, Amon stopped in his tracks, half way to the couch. She'd finally formed the question she'd wanted to ask all evening.
"When did she die?" Robin's voice almost cracked.
"This last night, about 8 in the PM." Tobias watched her face closely as it turned a whiter shade of pale and she turned away.
"Oh, thank you." Was all she said as she followed Amon in. "Goodnight, Tobias. Sleep well."
"Goodnight, happy birthday." He replied, and went to the empty apartment down the hall.
Robin didn't notice that Amon had bridged the distance between them. So she ran straight into his chest without noticing it loom before her. Her nose made contact with the scent that made her feel safe and warm, strong arms went around her shoulders, and one large hand cradled her head. As if on cue, the tears that had been shut away for twelve long years exploded out of her in near silent waves of locked away misery. The woman she thought was her mother hadn't died so many years ago, like Juliano had told her. Why was she so surprised that Juliano's lies ran so deep? The sobbing was not letting up as she wrapped her frail arms around the one person who seemed to understand here. So she began to do the one thing she had never been allowed before, the comfort of clinging.
Once again it was the wee hours of the morning that Robin found herself wrapped up in her bed. This time, strong arms were petting and holding her, though she was so tired she was half aware. Perhaps that is why the strong presence was there, she couldn't have gotten this far on her own.
"When did you think she died?" Amon's resonant tone droned in her ear. He did not sound pleased at all about this particular turn of events.
"I thought Luccina Colegui was Luccina Sena, my mother." She snuggled into him further, afraid that he'd let her go before she was asleep.
"Happy fucking birthday, indeed." He snorted sarcastically, and tightened his grip on her small frame.
"It's all right....has been the best one that I can remember...." She murmured up to him just as she fell asleep.
"Like that says much." Amon said to a now sleeping woman. He tucked her head under his chin and sighed. He'd finally gotten to the place he wanted to sleep the most, and all he wanted to do was get up and hurt someone. He sighed again, and curled around the small woman in his arms. He really was a lech, as his own brother had called him in jest. But suddenly, being a lech just didn't feel that bad. If this was him at his worse, than he was doing good after all.