Disclaimer: I don’t own Witch Hunter Robin, but Reika and Javan are my own creations.

 

Puff: It hurts!!! The pain!!!

 

Amon: *checking himself for wounds*

 

Puff: The agony!!! The anguish!!!

 

Amon: *brushing some dust off of himself*

 

Puff: The excruciating pain!!!

 

Amon: *shakes head*

 

Puff: The suffering!!!

 

Amon: *stares*

 

Puff: The piercing jabs of hurt!!!

 

Amon: Shut up!

 

Puff: *looks…hurt*

 

Amon: We landed on this couch you bought yesterday.

 

Puff: Oh, and you said it wouldn’t do anything for the room. *walks off*

 

 

The Joys of Parenthood

Chapter Six: A Battle Won

 

 

            “Feisty, aren’t you?” the witch questioned sassily, as he stared at the glowing patch of Orbo on his chest, “ I should beat that out of you before I give you to my leader. What a lovely present you’ll make. I think I’ll put a bow on you!” Robin was utterly confused by his sudden mood shifts that had been taking place throughout their battle. One minute, he could be ready to kill her and the next, talking about bows or cute kids. She decided she could use that to her benefit.

 

            “Green, please. To match my eyes,” Robin said sweetly, as one would speak if they weren’t being pinned down. She was hoping that she could catch his interest by talking calmly.

 

            “Ooh, what shade of green?” He inquired musically, lifting his hand off of her eyes to get a better look, “You’re absolutely right. You should have a green bow when I deliver you to my leader.” Robin tried to set her flames upon him the second he removed his hand, but found her powers diminished. A warm drip on her skin reminded her that his blood was filled with Orbo and some of the tainted liquid had spilt onto her.

 

            “I think a light green bow with a shiny finish would look pretty,” Robin commented readily, not about to let him find out she couldn’t use her craft at the moment. He gazed steadily at her radiant eyes, studied her skin color, and then nodded his head.

 

            “Yes, very lovely. But I need to observe your beauty in a different light before I make a solid decision,” he joked, smiling benevolently at her. Apparently, he had forgiven her for shooting him with Orbo. Robin glanced at the gun still clasped in her right hand, quickly averting her gaze. She slipped it carefully under her fanned skirt, hoping the witch wouldn’t notice.

 

            “I know you have that gun, Robin,” the witch told her bluntly, plucking it from under the heavy black material and handing it to her, “Orbo doesn’t really do too much to me. It just made me drop my shield.” He took some of his weight off of her, sitting back on his haunches and letting her prop herself up slightly.

 

            “Enough Orbo could stop you,” Robin quickly said, leveling the gun at the witch’s chest. He laughed coldly, without true humor to back the sound. The very depth of the chill left by the laugh sent fear down Robin’s spine.

 

            “You’ll need a lot more than what you have in that gun, Robin,” the witch replied grimly, “I know you can’t use your flames, because a little bit of Orbo dripped on you. I thought you were stronger than that.”

 

            ‘So did I,’ Robin thought viciously, not quite believing how easily she’d been subdued by the Orbo. It was at that moment that she realized that the witch had yet to let go of her left wrist. It was slightly numb, the flesh cold. The answer flashed in her mind; it was clear now what was going on.

 

            Robin began to squirm violently again, trying to throw the witch off of her. His icy laughter rang out as she fought against his hold; he barely troubled himself to hold her down. While he enjoyed her antics, Robin slipped her wrist out of his grasp. Abruptly, the witch became entirely quiet. Robin took advantage of the moment of inactivity to pull herself out from under him and stood up, the gun pointed at his head.

 

            “I figured out what was going on!” Robin exclaimed, not wavering in her aim. The witch slowly gained his footing, his hands raised slightly to show he was at her mercy. His ruby eyes were starting to loose their glow.

 

            “Explain, Robin,” The witch ordered feebly, brushing his hair out of his face. His fingers left blood marks on his skin, probably from the now freely flowing wound on his neck.

 

            “You never let go of my wrist. Not once,” Robin stated candidly, “When I noticed my hand had gone numb, I realized that you have two powers. The power over electricity that you freely show and one you prefer to keep hidden. You’re able to draw chi out of living beings. That’s why the two bullets of Orbo didn’t affect you, but a few drops took away my flames. You were pulling my energy away from me since you first touched me!”

 

            “Bravo, good show. But you still won’t be able to stop me. You won’t be able to light a candle for at least another twenty-four hours, and I was telling the truth when I said that what was in that gun wouldn’t be enough,” the witch told her, applying pressure to his throat in an attempt to stop the flow of crimson. The fresh blood glimmered like liquid diamonds in the orange light. While he was occupied, Robin quickly found the nearest potted plant that she could lift and let it plummet onto his skull.

 

            “I think that did the trick,” Robin said proudly, shooting a few rounds of Orbo on to the prone body of the witch. She didn’t bother to see if he was still living; it wouldn’t matter much longer anyways as the amount of blood pooled around him was already a lethal amount to lose.

 

            The craft user scurried over to her friends, to see if they were all right. Javan was still unconscious; her small form was quickly overwhelmed by the amount of energy that had flooded the room. Doujima was half awake, but otherwise in perfect condition. Amon looked rather impressed with how Robin handled herself when she had to fight alone. Though, the hunter wasn’t happy about being forced into unconsciousness, he wasn’t harmed in any whatsoever.

 

            In a few minutes, the electricity to the hospital flickered back into existence. Amon hurriedly contacted Factory and the hunters held both faculty and patients at bay. A near-dead person covered in glowing Orbo wouldn’t be good news, if leaked to the press. That would definitely be grounds for a formal inquiry from Solomon.

 

            “I thought you said you wouldn’t use Orbo,” Doujima teased once she was fully awake. Robin smiled slightly, glad that things were already returning to normal.

 

            “I know, but it was my only option,” the craft-user said, her fingers settling in the vaguely glowing blood on her cheek. She wiped it off, flicking the liquid off of her hand disdainfully.

 

            “What about your craft?” Amon asked suddenly, his eyes watching the workers from Factory as they collected the witch. The people in white full-body suits rapidly went about their business, erasing all traces of blood or Orbo. Not a single clue, besides the smashed planter, remained of the battle as the van pulled away.

 

            “The witch had covered my eyes so I couldn’t see and he was draining off my energy,” Robin explained quietly, keeping her eyes on her hands as she spoke. Amon’s tone of voice hadn’t been condescending in the slightest, yet his words made her feel like she had committed a horrid crime. He seemed to have that affect on those around him.

 

            “He drained off your energy?” Doujima questioned, her interest peaking. Robin sadly nodded her head, feeling Amon’s eyes burning into her.

 

            “All he had to do was touch me to pull energy away,” Robin responded, her tone of voice unreadable, “He told me that I wouldn’t be able to light a candle for a day or so.” She left the words, ‘I won’t be able to hunt for awhile’, unsaid. The two other hunters knew though.

 

            “Did the witch say anything else about Reika or Javan?” Amon inquired, not at all pleased about the fact the mother of his child was a witch and he had been too blind to see it. He was beating himself up inside; what kind of hunter was he, if he couldn’t spot a witch when she hung around him for hours at a time.

 

            “No, not really. He devoted most of his time to trying to subdue me,” Robin snapped in reply. She was in a rather bad mood, since her adrenaline was wearing off and the full extent of her battle injuries were making themselves well known. Amon’s dark eyes widened ever so slightly, her tone surprising him.

 

            “Perhaps you should see one the doctors, as soon as they filter back in,” Amon suggested. Robin’s green eyes sparkled brightly; he didn’t sound exactly caring, but his words showed that he noticed she was in pain.

 

            Nothing more was said for a while, as the hunters sat and waited for the humans to reenter the hospital. Robin realized that she couldn’t move her left wrist; the skin was blazing bright red, a raised welt. Her ribs felt fractured or bruised, most likely from when the witch had shoved her onto the tiled floor. Numerous, smaller injuries would no doubt make an appearance soon.

 

            Robin was tenderly poking at her arms, when she remembered that her glasses had been flung across the room. She silently stood, her skirts rustling lightly as she walked around. Methodologically searching around chairs and tables, Robin found her half-moon spectacles perched precariously in a fern of some sort. She picked off a few of the thin green leaves and placed the glasses in her coat pocket, before taking her seat next to Doujima again.

 

            “Ms. Sena, the doctor can see you now,” a nurse said politely, gesturing Robin towards a doorway. She obediently began to follow the young woman, pausing only momentarily when she noticed Amon’s gaze had settled on her. The nurse rushed her along, hurrying the girl inside the room where a physician waited to tend to her.

 

            Amon watched the door close, then pulled out his cell phone. The power had luckily returned to the device and the hunter wasted no time in dialing the number he wanted to call.

 

            “Michael, give me the results,” Amon ordered sharply, signifying that he needed an answer at that moment or else things would get ugly.

 

 

Author’s Notes:

For a second you all probably though you were gonna find out, huh? Okay, I got fifteen reviews this time around. Still not as good as twenty-one and I know you people read so don't hide from me, I won't bite you for criticism. If anything, it's more of an insult to leave a little note one chapter and not the next if you know what I mean. You don't know what I'm going through to get this posted. I'm on vacation, FYI. Brought a disk with me. Using primitive word processing, so forgive spelling errors. Almost breaking a holy day. I hope you enjoyed, so... REVIEW!!!!

 

To the Reviewers:

 

Angelbaby52490: I try to get visualizations on important things like battles. I'm glad you liked.

 

CuriousDreamWeaver: Yeah, I'd say in the last chapter she was pretty much screwed. But she's a brillian girl and got herself out.

 

Suki1: *giggles* I think that's good...

 

MalletWielderofDoom: Did she beat the witch well enough for your standards?

 

Draco MalfoyGirl16: ^_^ The witch is a little odd, isn't he?

 

AllHart: I like the praise. I do much better with battle scenes than I do with regular scenes. Don't really know why, though...

 

Haruya: You know, I could stop updating every Sunday. You know, varying the day and maybe even skipping a week. Be happy I keep a regular schedule. I could be a mean author and not update for like a month at a go. ^_^

 

Slysilverinu: I think, had he the option, he would have saved Robin long ago. But the witch used his energy field to subdue Amon, Doujima, and Javan. Yeah, Amon isn't in a especially good mood. He was being such a bad muse after I wrote this chapter.

 

Natsumi Akimoto: I write in advance. I just update every Sunday so people have plenty of time to read. All you have to do is go to my livejournal and you can find out where I live. (Should I've told you that?) Hm, I really like Amon and Robin together. Though, you probably figured that out. Oh, so I may have converted you? ^_^

 

ROW: Yes, someone finally noticed and didn't ask me to update as soon as humanly possible! *huggles*

 

Amanda:. ^_^ Reading on Easter isn't bad. I hope you enjoyed.

 

Kina-chan: You think he would know; he seems to know everything else about her. But if I made him know she was gonna buy the farm, what fun would that be?

 

dreamangel1103: Someone is my new favorite reviewer! *glomps* I'm overjoyed you think I'm such a good author, but I have so much room for growth. (You know, I'm only 13 so by the time I can publish something I want to be really good) But you just gave me confidance. Mayhaps I go work on my ultra-secret hush-hush locked in the wall safe behind a painting plot ^_-

 

MissRobinKennedy: Don't hit the bishie! *smooths Amon's hair and hangs on to his arms* Tis not his fault. He got a really interesting version of heat stroke.

 

xXxMysticalDreamerxXx: Yes, Amon is not the 'daddy' type. Come to think of it, he's not really boyfriend material. Makes ya wonder how he held on to a girlfriend long enough to get her pregnant, doesn't it? O_o