Disclaimer: Yeah, I don’t have any right whatsoever to Witch Hunter Robin. Don’t sue me.
Amon: I’m going to kill her!!!
Kitsune: *sigh*
Puff: Try me, Amon-chan.
Amon: *goes buggy eyed* I can’t kill you, can I?
Puff: As we just finished demonstrating, both Kitsune-chan and I are immortal. So, therefore, no you can’t kill me.
Amon: *sits down* This sucks.
Puff: For you, yes. For me, no. So, in your face!
Kitsune: *shakes head*
Amon: *twitching*
Chapter Thirty-One: A Time of Uncertainty
Amon watched the doctor leave the room with blank eyes, the dark color shaded heavily by his bangs. He slowly closed his eyelids when the door swung shut, his head hanging ever so slightly.
“What should we do, Amon?” Karasuma asked tentatively, teetering on the verge of tears. She cautiously crept closer to the man, lightly placing a comforting hand on his tense shoulder. Amon coldly shrugged her hand off, whirling around to face her.
“You can go back to the office and tell everyone what has been explained to us. I will stay here with my daughter and wait for an update on Robin’s condition,” Amon explained tersely, striding out of the room and past a still very nervous Ruri. Karasuma ran to catch up with him, coiling her fingers around his pale wrist to stop him momentarily.
“I can just call them,” Karasuma protested, tears welling up in her eyes, “I want to stay here in case something should happen to Robin. I want her to be surrounded by friends when she wakes up.”
“If she wakes up, Karasuma,” Amon snapped, violently yanking his hand out of her grasp, “You heard Dr. Takahashi; even if she makes it through the surgery, it doesn’t guarantee anything. Now go back the office. I will call if anything new develops.” He walked off again, his black coat fluttering around his legs.
“How can you be so fatalistic?” Karasuma asked sadly, salty liquid tainted with eyeliner pouring down her cheeks, “Robin is your friend. She wasn’t saying that you were going to die after your battle with Sela. And you were in really bad shape. Robin was sitting by your bedside everyday, praying for your health. The very least you can do is hope for her. All you’re going to do is make things worse. You should be the one to leave, not me.”
“Maybe I will make things worse, but at least I’m trying accept what’s going on,” Amon growled, narrowing his eyes as he sped up his pace, “You saw her wounds. You saw all of her blood splattered across the sidewalk. You saw her lapse in and out of consciousness. Robin is ready to accept death and I am too, if it comes down to it. I’ll mourn; but I’m not going to make it worse with false hope.”
“False hope?! For crying out loud, Amon, she practically gave her life for your daughter!” Karasuma yelled, her voice echoing in the long hallway, “You should be praying for her. Not getting ready to pull the plug.”
“I know what Robin did,” Amon snapped, his voice spilling forth from tightly clenched teeth as he stopped to face Karasuma once more.
“Then you know why you’re eternally in her debt,” Karasuma countered, staring defiantly into his near black eyes.
“Do whatever you want. I’m going to go see my daughter,” Amon stated icily, storming rapidly down the hall. Karasuma watched him with stunned eyes, fumbling for her cell phone so she could call back to the office.
The dark hunter skirted around patients and staff, his long coat licking against the surfaces he passed. He paused only for a split second to glance at a framed map of the hospital mounted on the wall. His eyes scanned over the color-coded diagram, quickly memorizing the path he would have to take to get to the pediatric wing of the complex.
“I’m looking for my daughter. She was only admitted only a little while ago by Dr. Takahashi, and he didn’t get a chance to show me to her room,” Amon explained calmly, his chiseled face as black as a clean canvas, “Her name is Javan. Could you direct me to where she is?”
“Yes, she’s right this way. If you can follow me, I can take you right to her,” the nurse said cordially, stepping out from behind her station, “You must be a very important person, sir.”
“Why would you say that?” Amon questioned, genuinely curious as he waited for her response.
“Because Dr. Takahashi doesn’t take care of children. In fact, your Javan would be the first child he’s ever admitted to this hospital over all of the years he’s worked here,” the nurse explained softly, lowering her voice as they entered the corridor where all the children’s rooms were, “I just assumed that you had to have influence of some sort to get him to take care of her.”
“I wouldn’t say that I’m very important. Dr. Takahashi, well he has his reasons for what he’s done for me since I’ve met him,” Amon said evenly, the tone a poor reflection of his mind. His thoughts were dangerously racing around his head, twisting and turning like a windsock in high winds.
“I’d say that they’d have to be good reasons. This is the room where Javan is,” the nurse stated in muted tones, carefully turning the knob and letting the oversized door swing open, “She’s the only one in here. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Dr. Takahashi is performing an operation on a friend of mine. Could you try and find out how she’s doing?” Amon questioned, stepping into the dimly lit room where Javan lay peacefully.
“I can’t promise anything, but I can try,” the nurse said comfortingly, “It’s the very least I can do, with all the stress you’ve been through today.” She hurried off to her desk, white heels clicking against the tiled floor. The door, slowed by a mechanism, settled silently into its frame as Amon sat down by Javan’s bedside.
He picked up her small hand, staring blankly at the needle threaded under her skin. With his other hand, Amon carefully brushed pieces of her raven hair off of her face.
“Javan,” Amon began, placing her hand back down against the stark white sheets, “I know that you’re asleep and won’t hear a thing I’ve said to you. And that’s better that way. You won’t ever know how happy I am that you’re doing fine. When I saw you laying in your own blood, I thought that I was going to die.” He looked away from Javan’s softly breathing form, glancing out the lightly curtained window to look at gray sky.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to leave you alone and not worry now,” Amon said remorsefully, “I can’t help but think about how different things could have been if I had shown up in time. Maybe Robin wouldn’t be nearly dead.” He slammed his fist against his thigh, grimacing slightly at the pain radiating from the spot. His dark eyes flicked over to Javan, noticing her eyelids fluttering slightly as she roused from her forcefully induced sleep.
“Daddy?” Javan questioned softly, her eyes only half open as she whispered.
“Yes, Javan?” Amon responded in his normal voice, not quite wanting to alarm her by suddenly switching behavior patterns to something more appropriate.
“Where’s Mommy?” Javan asked, her thin voice barely carrying to Amon’s meticulously trained ears. The hunter closed his eyes for a second, willing himself to be gentle in his explanation. He quietly covered her hand with his, coiling one finger around her small wrist.
“Robin is still with Dr. Takahashi,” Amon elucidated, pleased that he wasn’t out right lying to his daughter.
“I want to see Mommy really soon,” Javan said a bit more brightly, her mind clearing from the pain, “Mommy was very brave, when I saw her. Will she be finished visiting with Dr. Takahashi soon?”
“Dr. Takahashi has to spend a lot of time with Robin, to make sure that she’s going to be fine. I don’t know how long it will take before we can see her again,” Amon said calmly, watching Javan’s blue-gray eyes shadow over slightly with disappointment.
“Is my new Mommy going to die like my real Mommy?” Javan asked seriously, staring directly into her father’s shaded eyes.
“Javan, what gave you that idea?” Amon questioned, letting go of her small hand to sit back further on his chair. He absentmindedly brushed his black hair off of his face, the light streaming through the window catching on a few wispy strands.
“My real Mommy spent a lot of time with doctors and then she went to heaven,” Javan explained carefully, slowly making sure she was saying what she wanted to say, “I don’t want to lose Mommy!” She rubbed at her eyes with balled up fists, wiping away tears.
Delicately, Amon stood up and wrapped his arms around the trembling girl. Javan curled into his grasp, winding her small fingers around the loose material of his black coat.
“Robin isn’t going to die,” Amon said loudly, as if he had to also convince himself, “And we can’t think that she’s going to die. So, Javan, you just have to be happy and send all of your hope to Robin.” Javan nodded, solemnly accepting her new duty.
“Amon, I thought you were preparing yourself to accept whatever happens,” Karasuma said coolly, quietly shutting the door behind her as she walked in. The dark man looked up from his daughter’s eyes, staring angrily at his co-worker.
“I am prepared. It’s just that Robin isn’t going to die,” Amon snapped, his eyes flashing dangerously.
“I called everyone at the office. They decided that they would wait there, until something happens,” Karasuma stated flatly, pulling a chair to Javan’s bedside opposite Amon.
“Um, sir?” the nurse said sheepishly, cautiously sticking her head through the only slightly opened door, “I managed to find something out about your friend.”