Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ The Protector ❯ Thoughts ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Amon sat on the hood of his car, a lit smoke in hand. He glanced around the empty parking garage of the STN-J, feeling the feeling of his being the only one there. He liked the feeling of total solitude, as his mood was one of silent thought.

He puffed away on his lit cigarette, as his mind seemed to be seriously preoccupied with something deep within himself. From his stoic face, it was not very obvious on just what he was mulling around in his head, but he seemed to be deeply contemplating whatever it was in his mind.

His mind was on the young hunter called Robin. After the fall of the Factory, the STN-J had reunited after a few months and began their work once again. Robin was placed under his charge, and had since moved in to his apartment with him, so he could monitor her closely. That was where his problems start.

He had promised that he would protect her, and help her ease back into the STN, as SOLOMON had decided to use the humane capturing of witches... without using them for the orbo, as Zaizen had done. Robin had accepted this roll in the organization, as she knew that witches sometimes would be dangerous, but still was a bit confused with everything that had happened.

His own problem was that he was the protector of this young girl, but he found himself being drawn to her in many ways than just physically. Amon wanted her to be his, and not in the way a protector should have been for this fifteen year old. Amon totally found himself lusting over the young girl, yet he also found his feelings also wanting more than a fling in the hay. He wanted her to know that he loves her.

More than once he had looked at her when she did not know he was. His eyes noticed her fair skin that was a delicate as a china doll delicate features and observing the captivating lean body that lay under her long dresses, and his animalistic urges seemed to swell up quickly. That was not good, in his eyes.

The man was well aware that she was just shy of her sixteenth birthday, barely a few days from right then. He just felt that pang of needing her to know growing deep within himself. His own age, coupled her’s, compiled with the fact that he was her protector, made him know that it was not good to be thinking like this. Even though he knew all of that, his feelings were right there and not waning.

He knew that the protector he was, had to guard his young charge from one very dangerous person... Himself. He questioned himself time and time again, on how to protect her from him, but he wondered for how long could he do even that? The simple conclusion was, he had to.
He finished his smoke and hopped off of his car hood, and hurriedly got in to the shiny black vehicle. He started it up and roared off, heading up the ramp at a very quick speed to the ground level above.

After a long while of driving on the streets of Tokyo, he stopped in front of a very tall apartment block just off of one of the main roadways that crisscrossed the city with its pavement mazes. He glanced up at the building front and turned off his car. Picking out the window he knew was his apartment, he could see that no lights were on.

He stepped out of the car and shifted his long coat around his shoulders, throwing the cigarette he had while he was driving onto the road beside where he stood. He strode to the front entrance of the building, his eyes staring out in front of himself.

The apartment was quiet and still when the tall hunter slipped in the door. He cautiously closed the door behind himself, locking the door in the process. He made sure to be as quiet as he could be, he did not want to wake up the young girl. He left his boots beside the door and padded on his socked feet inside the apartment.

Through the dimness, his cat-like eyes spotted a tall and wide bottle, a drinking glass and a container on the kitchen counter. He smiled and give a snuff and went over to see just what the young hunter girl had left for him this night. When he would be working late with out the young hunter, like this, the girl always made sure to leave him something to eat.

Amon noticed that it was a bottle of whisky that was sitting on the counter, along with a wide but short glass to use with it. A tupperware container with a solid blue lid sat beside the bottle, with a note layed on the top.

He just snuffed quietly, as he picked up the paper to read by the dim light flowing through the kitchen window beside him
“ Amon. Here is your supper and your drink. Wake me when you come home. Robin.” It said, in her flared handwriting.

He opened the lid and saw it was some type of stir-fry and a few other things that were stuffed in there. He just took a little pinch of the food with his fingers and popped it into his mouth, while pouring a stiff shot of his firewater into the glass. She always was doing this for him, he thought to himself. It actually made him smile with her act of unconditional giving.

He left the food there on the container and headed into the front room clutching the glass and the bottle of spirits. He had found that his hunger was not yet in need to be satisfied right then, but he would eat it up later on. He looked at the wall clock that hung just over the stove, and saw it was nearing two in the morning.

He placed the glass on the coffee table and threw of his coat on to a nearby by recliner. He then took off his gun holster, and draped it over the arm of the sofa. He stood there, and his eyes went to a closed door down a short hallway just off of the living room.
Amon soon was pondering the reasons why she wanted him to wake her when he came home. Knowing the lateness of the time, coupled by his exhaustion, he just did not want to wake her right then. He logically had decided not to, for she needed her sleep after the capture that had made today, remembering just how hard it had been. She had done so good out on the hunt, yet the use of her powers had taxed her greatly. He had sent her home to rest, and he finished up the paperwork for SOLOMON headquarters.

He lifted his drink to his lips and took a smooth pull of the sour liquid, and savored it on his tongue for a second before swallowing. He was satisfied with the decision not to wake Robin up.

He replaced the glass on the table and silently went to the door he had been looking at. He had decided that he was not wanting to wake her, but he felt a need to look in and check on the young one. It was only the logical thing to do.

Quietly, he opened the door and glanced at the bed. Robin layed there asleep under the window that had light from the street lamps cascading in to illuminated the room a tad. He sighed, as he assured himself that she was perfectly alright.

The young girl layed half on her back, her long golden brown hair was flared out on the pillow. Out of her normal way of wearing it, it looked like a majestic curtain as it fanned over the pillow and onto her shoulders. He could hear her breathing was shallow and quite constant, making it clear of the soundness of the sleep she was in. He smiled to himself, his charge was asleep and ok..

Amon was just going to leave, when he saw the sleeping girl move to turn over a little. The sheets that covered her slipped off of her sleeping form partially as she moved. The man batted his eyes in shock, as the girl’s silky naked upper body came in to view, along with a little bit of her hip. He did not know that she was in the habit of in the nude up until now. The proof was now right there.

The young girls breast were small, yet so amazingly full. Laying flat on her back, the fullness of her bosoms were evident. They did not sag over but just barely shifted a little from her chest, the pinkness of the nipples were not hard to see, even in the low light that lit up the room. For a moment, he watched them rise and fall with every breath the sleeping Robin took, causing him to sweat a little, as he felt his urges come to him again.

Amon fought off the yearnings of just wanting to be laying there with her, his arms wrapped tightly around her slim form so he could feel her body presses against his. He forced himself to back out of the room and close the door knowing that if he stood there any longer, he just might act out on those urges that were bubbling.

He returned to the sofa, and picked up his drink. In one long pull, he emptied the glass and winced as the golden liquid burned on the way down. He fished his cigarette pack out of his coat pocket and lit one quickly, trying to force the vivid image of the half naked girl out of his mind.

Amon poured another drink, a much stronger one than his first, and pumped that one back in one mouthful. He flinched again, as the sour liquid went down with a fiery slide.

Taking a seat on the sofa and turning on the television, he found the news channel and just left it there. Thinking that this would force him to think more in the real world once again, he took a long drag from his smoke and stared at the television screen.