Disclaimer: I may be smart, but I have yet to figure out how to wrestle the rights to Witch Hunter Robin away from its owners’ hands.
Amon, Kitsune, and Puff: *crumpled at the bottom of the stairs*
Puff: *tries to crawl away*
Kitsune: *grabs Puff’s ankle* No, you aren’t getting away. Punishment time.
Amon: *laughs evil-y* I feel well enough to beat you, Puff.
Puff: *pulls muse shocker out of thin air* Try me.
Kitsune: You still have to deal with me.
Puff: I programmed it to shock you as well.
Kitsune: *looks horrified*
Chapter Twenty-Four: Blind Dating
“Wait, before I say anything further, you can’t laugh,” Amon warned, his tone cold and nearly scathing.
“I’m your big brother; I won’t laugh,” Nagira said politely, showing the palms of his hands to Amon in a show of good will. The hunter eyed him warily, dark orbs shadowed by mistrust.
“Like I said, this has a lot to do with Robin and Javan,” Amon commenced, beginning to look very uncomfortable, “I know that Robin signed those forms, but I really don’t think that she knows what kind of responsibility she just took on.”
“Do you have a fever?” Nagira teased, “You actually sound like you’re concerned for Robin’s well being.”
“Never mind; I shouldn’t have bothered you,” Amon said sharply, quickly standing up and starting for the door. Nagira bolted to cut him off, pushing his younger brother back to their seats with a firm hand.
“I’m sorry,” Nagira apologized sincerely, “I shouldn’t have made fun of you like that.” Amon cautiously lowered himself back into his chair, looking quite ready to bolt at any second.
“As I was saying before I was interrupted, I don’t think Robin knew what she was getting herself into,” Amon stated coolly, seemingly berating himself for even bringing his hunting partner to his brother’s office, “Because not only did she take on the responsibility of Javan should something happen to me, but she also made herself into a kind of mother to Javan. She’s only fifteen; there’s no way that she could possibly be ready for that kind of commitment.”
“You maybe underestimating Robin, Amon,” Nagira countered calmly, “She seems to be a very strong, mature girl. She has to be to put up with you every day.” Amon glared fiercely, his anger seething and his fingers twitching.
“Robin also would have to be there for Javan, whenever she needs her,” Amon continued smoothly, ignoring his brother’s comment, “That’s impossible.”
“Not really; Robin could just move in with you,” Nagira said quickly, leaning his chair back on two legs.
“No, that isn’t going to happen,” Amon snapped, his eyes boiling with a fury that bordered on homicidal as he spoke through semi-clenched teeth, “What I’m trying to get at is the fact that Robin really can’t be Javan’s mother. Not in the proper sense; she can act the part, whenever possible, but it wouldn’t work in the long run. Javan needs a mother who could stay at home with her, teach her how to do stuff around the house, talk to her about ‘girl’ things.”
“Robin could do that, if you worked things out properly,” Nagira pondered, bringing his chair down with a loud clatter. Amon’s concentration broke and his normal cold self reappeared, pushing the anger aside.
“It couldn’t be arranged,” Amon said coldly, “Robin is a hunter. She’s needed in the field. And her life would always be in danger. Javan is going to need someone whose life would always be guaranteed to be safe.”
“That’s true,” Nagira conceded, nodding his head slightly, “But Javan already seems quite attached to Robin.”
“Robin could be like a big sister; never her mother,” Amon explained, staring at his older brother with frozenly vacant eyes, “We could go on all day with this debate and still get nowhere; we don’t have all day. But this is somewhere about where you’d come into the picture.”
“Amon, I’m worried about you now,” Nagira stated in a concerned tone, “Because you were talking about Javan needing a full-time mother and then you say I come into the picture. I’m more than happy to be her loving uncle, but I draw the line when you want me to be her mother.” Amon looked slightly confused for a second before an amused smile briefly danced across his face.
“No, Nagira, nothing like that,” Amon explained in a condescending, but almost teasing, tone, “ I’m assuming that in your line of work, you’ve come across plenty of single women who wouldn’t question a man’s odd job of hunting witches.”
“You want me to set you up on a blind date?” Nagira asked incredulously, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.
“If you want to put it that way, yes,” Amon responded coolly, letting his near black eyes focus on a coffee-stained form on Nagira’s desk. The lawyer’s eyes rolled skyward, incredibly shocked by his brother’s odd request.
“Amon, let me make a few phone calls and I’ll try to set something up for you,” Nagira said helpfully, after he was sure his voice wouldn’t falter.
“Thank you, Nagira,” Amon said nicely, or in a tone that could be considered nice for him. The dark man quickly took his leave of his brother, hurrying Robin and Javan out of the law office, down the stairs, and into the car.
“Amon, what were you and Nagira talking about for so long?” Robin questioned ingenuously, her green eyes trained onto Amon’s face.
“Nothing that is really of your concern, Robin,” Amon said harshly, immediately regretting his tone but much too proud to admit it. He drove back to the office, facing only a day of nothing to do. The witches, after Sela’s crushingly atrocious defeat, seemed to be lying low. Even the weakest witches, the ones that the STN-J could track the easiest, disappeared off of the face of the planet.
At the end of the workday, Amon took Javan home and sent her off to play. The cheerfully cute girl bounced off to her bedroom, her raven pigtails swinging beside her ears. Her father snatched the phone off of the charger and sat down on his comfortably soft couch. The second the hunter relaxed, the phone’s high-pitched ringer went off.
“Amon,” Nagira said quickly, not waiting for his brother to even say hello, “I’ve got a few ladies lined up for you. I handpicked only the best so don’t mess up. The first one, which is going to be waiting for you at Harry’s at seven, is named Tomoe. She has bleached blonde hair and dark brown eyes; very hard to miss. Don’t keep her waiting.” Before his younger brother even had a chance to breath, Nagira’s end of the line went completely dead. Grumbling about such short notice, Amon rushed off to get ready in an hour.
“You must be Amon,” Tomoe said brightly, her smile vaguely faked. She reached over and caught Amon’s hand, shaking it firmly as she studied his fingernails and the back of his hand.
“Yes, and you are Tomoe,” Amon confirmed, yanking his hand back courteously. Tomoe giggled, tossing her almost white hair over her shoulder and gesturing towards a candle lit table. When Amon didn’t flounce over in a split second, Tomoe placed her hands in the small of his back and pushed him over.
“Amon, I so glad to meet you,” Tomoe said sing-song, twiddling her thumbs, “Your fingernails are very nice and clean.” Amon’s eye twitched, his face drawn with confusion.
“What?” Amon managed to say, staring at his date in disbelief. Tomoe’s brown eyes shared his confusion for a moment, before she took a deep breath and began to chatter away.
“If your fingernails are nice and clean, then your life must be nice and clean,” Tomoe rationalized, waving her hands around in a random pattern, “Because if your life wasn’t good, then your fingernails would reflect that and be dirty.” She snatched her glass of water off of the table and downed about half of it in a single gulp. Her menu was quickly scanned, her mind locating the most expensive item on the list and wanting to eat it.
“Have you found what you want to eat yet, Amon-dear?” Tomoe asked sweetly, running her fingers over the back of Amon’s right hand. The dark man snatched his hand away, placing it on the edge of the table where the woman couldn’t reach unless she wanted to lean across the table. When Tomoe began to touch his left hand, which was tightly curled around the menu, an icy glare set her into her place.
They placed their orders, Amon cringing ever so slightly when he realized what the hyper active woman had requested. She chattered on about random things, annoying Amon to the ends of the earth before their food arrived. Her plate was sparkling clean in under three minutes, food stuck in her bleached hair and some splattered across the table.
“That was good, Amon-dear,” Tomoe said happily, pulling out a hand mirror so she could remove the remnants of her meal from her hair and clothes. Amon, thoroughly disgusted by the blatant lack of manners just displayed, pushed his barely touched plate away from him.
“Are you not going to finish your food?” Tomoe asked concernedly, letting her tone switch to joyous when Amon shook his head no, “Can I have it, then?” Without waiting for a response, the woman had pulled the plate to her. A fork in one hand and a knife in the other, Tomoe plowed through another full meal of food. She let the utensils drop with a loud clatter on the china plate, rubbing her full stomach with a greasy hand. Amon, in a state of semi-shock, placed the money for the food and a tip on the table, standing up to leave.
“Are we going?” Tomoe inquired, rushing around to stand beside Amon. She locked her arm around Amon’s arm, petting his shoulder affectionately. Amon pulled his arm away, brushing his sleeve clean.
“I’m going,” Amon corrected coldly, his face set in stone with a tone to match. He began to walk off, his black trench coat swirling around his legs. Tomoe grabbed her coat off the chair back, sprinting to catch up to Amon whom had been taking the longest strides he could without seeming odd.
“Wait for me, Amon-dear!” Tomoe yelped, wrapping her arms around Amon and holding on for dear life. Several of the other customers turned to stare, watching as Amon pulled his very forward date into the shadowed hallway.
“Never touch me again,” Amon hissed, prying her fingers away from his black clothes. Tomoe recoiled, as if he had struck her across the face.
“But, Amon-dear…” Tomoe whimpered, her dark brown eyes growing watery and insipid. Her still dirty hands shot to her face, wiping away the few tears. Amon haughtily walked off, speeding his pace now that he was away from the watchful eyes of the crowd. He winced when he heard Tomoe’s high-pitched wail reverberating around the hallway and the sound of her spiked heels after him.
“Nagira,” Amon growled into his cell phone as he drove home, “I’m going to kill you.”
“You didn’t like Tomoe?” Nagira asked innocently, “I kind of thought that she wouldn’t be your type but don’t worry; the next girl should be a much better match.”
“For your sake, she better be,” Amon threatened, clicking the phone off before his brother could answer.
Author’s Note: URGENT!!! READ ME!!!: As of next week, I will no longer have any stories archived on fan fiction.net. Instead, I will be posting my stories on this website: http://www.fictionised.net/ Please update your links accordingly. I apologize, but it will be done. I also apologize to those that have read this chapter already. I will be posting the link in my bio so you can go there. Thank you for reading this
To The Reviewers:
Raven: I updated!!! {glomps}
Wake-Robin: I’m afraid that such a picture would have to be fan art. And I can’t draw. {sigh} Thank you, and you found out was Amon was talking about!
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AnimeReviewer790: That’s good. Did you enjoy your vacation?
Suki1: {hands over pocky} The chocolate may be a little melted, but it’s still good.
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MissRobinSena: {looks nervous} Would you like some triple chocolate cake? {hands over four level cake}
Jazzywolf: Thank you, thank you.
Sala: {hugs back} I’m glad that you missed me. I feel so loved!!!