Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Usuyami no Sekai ❯ points of views ( Epilogue )

Disclaimer: I do not own Witch Hunter Robin characters, settings or plots. And if I want to stay out of trouble I have to write this, because my other account got deleted, either because of no disclaimers or I didn't put any warnings for some content, either way it got deleted. Amon x Robin pairing.

 

Short Summary: Amon is dreading every moment of his miserable life; Robin died in his arms and he was useless to prevent it, and Touko is trying to get closer to Amon, making the ex-hunter furious because he loathes Touko for what she did in order to get closer to him. But all of that is going to change when Amon sees something that will change his life.

 

A/N:ok, with this fan fic, it's a bit of a crossover, because I got this idea while watching Chobits. Anyways I won't say much or it will ruin the story, but you can realize with me that in some twisted or freakish way that I will always have a Amon x Robin pairing, no matter how gruesome, but it usually never comes to that. And don't go looking for it in the prologue; it's not in there.

 

Prologue-

Amon's point of view

 

I sat there waiting for her to come, but she never showed up. I Knew I was being foolish, she would never come, she wasn't going to and I had to accept it. But deep in my heart I knew I would never give in. She wouldn't let me, nor would I let myself. I continued to gaze at my drink, whisky always took the pain away, but in this situation whisky never did anything to ease my pain. Nothing could. I watched as people came and went and still there was no sign of her presence, again I am being foolish. But I can't help keep a twisted thought in my mind that she's out there, waiting for me, as I am her.

I paid Harry and left before I did anything that I would regret later. The sun was burning down on my car as I drove down the street. As I came to a stop I found myself in front of her apartment. The police tape was still there, as I could recall, the raid on her apartment was over a month ago on this day. I got out and went up the stairs. The door was busted off its hinges. I walked through the deserted apartment, and stopped in front of her door. Walking in I saw before me a bed that was unmade and the curtains blowing against the winds. A small dresser was visible to my right, the drawers pulled out to their full extent, no close were upon the floor, it seemed that she had packed them before the Factory came to her house.

I came to her bed and sat down, and as I sat down, memories came rushing back. I put my head in my hands and began to cry. I hardly cried, but since she was gone, I had nothing else to do. Maybe I thought that if I cried, it would bring her back, but then again I was being foolish. My sobs became weeps as I let tears cascade down my cheeks silently. Silence was the key word to her personality, and I loved her for it. Her room was bare, like mine. I loved everything about her. To her wheat colored hair, to her deep green eyes, her skin, which was untouched by the sun. Her lips that had a tint of pastel pink, almost like a rose color. Her small, petite frame that was covered in layers of black clothing.

Innocence was what she was, and was forsaken with her craft. She held my heart the moment I first saw her, passing her in that hallway. A glance was all that took to steal my heart, and she kept it lock within her. A safe place that resided in her, beyond her body and soul, beyond her craft, beyond herself, she was my safe haven. She was the stairway to heaven, or the closest being to it. I felt safe when I was around her, and would always feel safe if she was.

As I sat there, with my head in my hands, weeping until light grew into darkness, I whispered something that only she could and would only hear.

 

“Come back to me Robin…. I love you”

 

I had never felt so alone. It was like someone took a remote and turned off all the volume. The quiet pressing against my ears like a deadly sickness. I truly felt like I was drowning in a world of thin darkness.

 

A/N:ok, well that can be somewhat of the first chapter, but nothing really happens. Only that Amon confesses his love to Robin (yay^^) and that he recalls on memories. I meant it to be somewhat depressing, because it just fits with Amon's mood. You will find that this is how I write stories, because it's kind of hard to write a fan fic and make it all fluffy with the birds and the bees. Oh yes, I almost forgot to mention…. REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!