Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ The Protector ❯ Not so clear... ( Chapter 5 )

Amon was up rather early the next morning. He had found himself wide awake for some reason, at the tender time of five thirty. Not liking just to lay there in the partial darkness of the night, he just got up and dressed and went to the kitchen to quietly read the paper that had been left on the threshold of his apartment.

Before he went to the kitchen, he decided that he had to look in on his very drunk charge. He really was needing to make sure that she was alright still.

She was still laying on her side, right where the man had left her the night before. She seemed to had not moved an single inch, the pail was unused at the bedside. He chuckled, as that usually meant that the person was going to have one whopper of a hangover when they woke up. Robin was in for one hell of a treat, if that old wives tale was true, he told himself with a inward chuckle.

He closed the door quickly, knowing that he did not have to wake her for quite some time. That would be good, as sleep was one of the best things for a hangover usually. He hurried to grab the paper and make some coffee. Whenever the girl finally had woken up, she would inevitably be needing a strong cup of coffee.

He went to the kitchen, as coffee and a smoke made him move rather quickly.

A few hours later, he heard a door open. He chuckled low in his chest, as he knew that Robin was up and mobile. The question was how was she feeling right now.

The girl came in to the kitchen on very stiff legs, her movement was staggered at best. She was wrapped in a sheet from her bed over her dress, clutched tightly around herself. She had put down her hair, and it was definitely not a good look for her, as it was all mussed and flay away. Her eyes were red and blood shot, her pallor was white and nearly see through. Deep dark rings encircled the normally cool green eyes, eyelids were more than just droopy. She was a sight to see.

Amon just look at the shell of the girl, and fought off the urge to smile. She did look like what he did after his first hangover, he thought to himself

" How do you feel today?" Amon asked

The young girl looked at him for long moments, as if her brain needed some time to translate what the man had just said.

" I feel ..." She said, as she fumbled for words. " Just awful!"

" Like the flu, only worse?" He said, giving some words for her to use.

" It feels worse than a bad flu..." She commented. " I feel like... dead or something."

He nodded his head, as he empathized with the girl. She looked like a dictionary definition of the meaning of hangover.

" Once you have some coffee, you'll feel much better." He said, standing to get a cup for the girl. "Hopefully then you will be able to eat something.

" Food? No." She said, making a face at the thought. " Just coffee please... I hope that will help." She said, plopping herself in one of the kitchen chairs. " I feel like my whole body is complaining all at once." She rubbed her forehead lightly with a hand. " I have a headache like you would not believe."

" That I can understand..." He said, setting the steaming cup of coffee in front of the young girl. " You had quite a bit for your first time."

Robin looked up at the man, questioningly.

" How much is that?"

" Three or four full tumblers full." He said, with a stifled smirk. " That is a hell of a lot for your very first time."

She leaned her elbows on the table and put her head in her hands. A soft groan came out of the girl, as she sat there for long moments.

" Never again." She said through her hands, groaning slightly.

Amon turned back to refill his mug, as the girl just sat silently at the table. He knew just how she was feeling right then. Hangovers are not very fun, but were a reason not to drink anymore, he thought back to his own thoughts after he had came to from his first time.

He had just filled his mug, when he heard a gasp come from Robin. He turned, wondering just what had made the girl do it. He saw her face was one of pure shock, as she looked right at him.

" I kissed you." She said flatly, with her hand over her mouth. She paused, and blushed. " You kissed me back."

Amon stood there frozen to the spot. He did not know just what to say, as he could not believe that she had remembered it in the first place. All he could do was look at her sheepishly, word were not coming out of his mouth.

Robin stood up and walked over to the man, her eyes never leaving his.

" You did kiss me back..." She said, her face red as a ripened tomato.

" I did.." He said, his heart pounding in his chest like it had been the night before. This time it was because of the strange reaction from the girl. " I was wrong to do that."

Robin's face went blank, as she looked at the man.

" You did not want to kiss me?" The green eyes crafter asked, a tear building in the corner.

" It was wrong of me to kiss you, Robin." He said, trying to make himself more clear.

" I kissed you?" She responded. " Didn't I?"

He nodded, agreeing with the young teen in front of him. He could see her mind trying to make sense of it all.

" You just did not want to kiss me?" She said, her voice shaking a little with emotions.

" It was wrong of me to kiss you like that. Your just a kid, for Christ's sake." He sighed deeply.

The teens eyes widened, as she stood there. Looking at the man, she was feeling frustrated with him outright.

" You did not answer me, Amon." She said, straightening up to look right into his dark peepers.

" I did answer you..." Growled Amon in frustration with the girl, yet he was finding himself surprised with his own reaction though

" You said I was a kid." She said, her voice venomously spat at him. " I am sixteen now, I am a woman in some cultures... yet you won't even answer my question."

Amon grumbled a little, as the girl stood right in front of him.

" We are in Japan, you are still a kid... Still a teenager." He replied dryly in reaction. " That is the fact of it all, I told you that."

" If I am such a 'kid', then why did you kiss me back?" She asked, her hands planted on her soft hips.

" You are just sixteen... that is why I should have never let myself kiss you like I did."

Amon suddenly saw that the girl was not getting what he was trying so desperately to say. He was not good at this type of thing, and that point was causing more trouble right there. He stood there, trying to find the way to better explain himself. He could not divulge just what was in his heart, or could he?

Before he could get an answer out, the girl turned and raced out of the kitchen. He stood there until he heard the door to her room slam shut. He did not know quite what had been so bad about what he was trying to say, but in his heart he could feel something. He had hurt her feelings with is 'morality' stance, yet his heart was saying something completely different..

He sat down at the table, his heart felt like it was sinking. He realized the truth of it all. He had fallen in love with her.