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Puff: *covered in casts and bandages* I’m okay, really.
Kitsune: *Licks that last bit of blood off of her hands* Not because I didn’t try, though.
Amon: *Locked inside the box* Could you hurry a bit?!
Puff: I’m useless right now; I can’t do anything to help Kitty.
Kitsune: *death glare* All right, what do I have to do?
Puff: You see that flight of stairs over there?
Kitsune: *Nods*
Puff: Good, now push Amon’s box down it. I calculated the force gathered should be enough to shatter the box but not shatter Amon. Of course, I haven’t the time nor the strength to run simulations and pre-tests. But when have I ever been wrong?
Kitsune: *begins to list but stops and shoves Amon’s box down the stairs*
Noises: Crash, bang, splinter, explode, yelp of pain, whack, and slam.
Amon: Owww!
Chapter Twenty-One: A Very Eventful Day
A heavy silence, much a kin to the one that was produced when Javan suggested marriage, filled the half-destroyed laboratory. Even the outspoken Dr. Takahashi, who was across the room, stopped his replays and stared at the toddler.
“You don’t have to get married, because daddy doesn’t like Robin,” Javan began cautiously, hurriedly tacking a few extra words on when Amon’s fiercest death glare to date graced his pale face, “that way. But I think I need a mommy and a daddy, just like those nice girls I met at the park.” Her blue-gray eyes grew wide and filled to the brim with tears. A small pink bottom lip stuck out and quivered dangerously.
Robin carefully placed her arms around Javan, smoothing the fluffy raven locks. She picked the child up and deposited her on the chair between Amon and herself.
“I’d be honored to be your surrogate mother, but that’s for your father to decide,” Robin cooed cheerfully, brushing her blonde bangs out of her emerald eyes. Both females looked expectantly at Amon, their eyes focused on his slightly hidden dark gray pair.
“No,” Amon snapped sharply, turning his head so he could watch the other half of the room, “Robin is much too young to be your mother.” He let his black hair shield his face completely, closing his near-black orbs. Robin nodded vaguely in agreement, her pigtails bobbing ever so slightly. She cast a sympathetic look on the crestfallen Javan, who was on the verge of hours of tears.
“C…can I c…call y…you m…m…mommy, th…though?” Javan stuttered, fighting back her sadness. Immediately, rivulets of tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping on to her dress and soaking her hands. She wailed at the top of lungs, falling against Robin and curling her tiny hands into the craft user’s black dress. Robin’s fingers soothingly ran down the little girl’s back, tracing random patterns.
Amon stared in shock at his daughter, completely taken aback at her outrageous actions. It wasn’t that hard to comprehend what he had said; even Robin seemed to accept it. He watched for Robin’s reaction; the girl seemed to be stunned as well.
“Yes, I suppose you could call me ‘mommy’,” Robin soothed carefully, hoping her acceptance of her new title would quell the literal torrent of tears pouring down Javan’s now pink face. Javan looked up, blue-gray eyes glistening with salty liquid. As the information sunk in, she began to smile and giggle gleefully.
“Yay!” Javan yelped, flinging her arms around Robin’s slender neck, “Robin’s going to be my mommy!” Small, chubby fingers uncoiled themselves from the loose tendrils of Robin’s hair and reached for Amon. The reticent hunter, albeit thoroughly unsettled with Robin’s sudden connection with his daughter, languidly offered his hand to the toddler. Javan optimistically captured both Amon and Robin’s hands and hopped off of her chair, forcing the hunters to follow her or lose a hand.
“Well, Amon, you certainly recover fast,” Dr. Takahashi stated offhandedly, his sly tone difficult to miss, “If you ever tire of having Robin around, remember you can always give her to me.” Robin flushed a deep red, Javan looked from adult to adult naively, and Amon had an aura about him that screamed the fact he wanted to kill the doctor.
Somehow, they managed to make it back to the main part of the hospital without any serious injuries or deaths. Dr. Takahashi did, in fact, end up tripping into walls quite often, but he couldn’t prove that it was Amon behind it. Though, the smug look on the cold man’s face would have been enough to convince even the toughest of juries.
“How much longer do I have to stay in this hospital?” Amon asked sharply, startling the doctor who had been trying to assess his many bruises and scrapes. Dr. Takahashi applied gauze strips to the worst of the wounds before addressing his patient.
“You see, I was really holding you here for the test,” Dr. Takahashi explained delicately, “You probably could have gone home two or three days ago. Though, on second thought, those vivid orange spots that you mysteriously developed might have caused a few raised eyebrows. So, all in all, your stay here was for the best. I’ll sign your release forms now.” He hurried down the corridor to the nurses’ station, desperate to get away from the now murderous Amon.
“Daddy’s going to come home today, Mommy?” Javan questioned innocently, smiling up at Robin. Amon rolled his eyes in annoyance, stalking off to gather all of his belongings before the doctor returned with the paperwork. Robin’s emerald eyes were fixed onto Javan; curious to whom the little girl was talking to. It took a few seconds before she realized that she was the one being spoken to.
“Yes, your father is going to get out of the hospital today,” Robin confirmed, just now thinking of all the looks she and Amon would receive because of her new position as ‘Mommy’. A single glance at Javan’s beaming face pushed all of those thoughts aside as she sat down and waited for her partner to be released.
“Amon, there you are, I didn’t noticed you had slipped back into your room, “ Dr. Takahashi said brightly, cornering the currently unstable hunter, “I just need you to sign here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here. Oh, initial on the X, here, here, there, on that line, here, and here. I just need a few samples of blood for here, here, here, here, and whatever that test is for. A lock of hair, a skin sample, a cheek swab, a test tube of saliva, and fourteen urine samples should finish it up. If we need any more things, we’ll call.” A stack of paperwork was shoved at Amon, with a flower pen, of course. Hurriedly, the dark haired man marked his name where he had been told to, provided the required test material, and all but threw the forms back at the doctor.
“You’re free to go, but I have a feeling I’ll be seeing you soon enough. Whether it’s because of battle injuries or a nervous breakdown, I know this won’t be your last trip to me. I only hope that you don’t forget all the kindness and hospitality I’ve shown you,” Dr. Takahashi whimpered, slipping out of the door as he spoke. Robin walked in past him, a very disturbed look painted on her porcelain features.
“Why was the doctor crying and mumbling something about evil patients who don’t even have the decency to say goodbye?” Robin inquired coolly, fixing Amon with an icy stare. The hunter glared, a glare that would have forced most people on to their knees begging for forgiveness. Robin, however, wasn’t like most people; she stood her ground, arms crossed aloofly over her chest.
“You should have asked the good doctor while he was here,” Amon said sarcastically, shoving assorted items into his suitcases. While he worked, he was frantically trying to figure out just when Robin became so fierce. She couldn’t be the same girl who’d shown up at headquarters, unable to hit her target with any remote precision. What had happened to the meek girl who was raised by Italian nuns in a convent?
Robin placed herself daintily in a hard hospital chair, hands folded sweetly over her crossed knees and head held high. Her emerald orbs traced Amon’s every move, unnerving the dark man even more so than Sela had.
“I suppose we’ll have to take a cab,” Amon stated offhandedly, fiddling with the locks on his suitcases unsuccessfully. A quick whack across the top of the cases settled the contents enough that Amon was able to shut them.
“No, someone arranged for your car to brought here,” Robin corrected gently, glancing around in an attempt to locate a certain bouncy two-year-old that was missing from the room. A loud clanging sound indicated the child was still in the hall.
“Really, then I suppose I’ll have to take you home,” Amon said flatly, glaring at the tiny corners of material jutting out from the sides of his suitcases. Of course, he chose the wiser path and just left the cases the way they were. Too much effort would have been involved to get all the cloth to stay inside, and Amon was quite certain he had gotten more than his fair share of exercise that day.
Robin shrugged her shoulders politely, leaving the option open though not eagerly pouncing on the offer. She stood silently, gliding out of the room to capture Javan. Amon hurriedly snatched his belongings off of the bed, swept his dark gray eyes around the room for a final check, and followed his hunting partner out into the hallway.
Amon sighed in annoyance, watching his daughter playfully tease the nurses. Normally, he would have been quite happy she was bugging someone else but he had something that he needed to do the second he got home. Shifting the cases to one hand, Amon strode over to Javan and snagged her by the collar of her dress.
“Let’s go,” Amon said sharply, leading Javan down the hall by her collar. She cheerfully kept her pace with her father, enjoying their newest game. She pouted sadly when Robin insisted that Amon lead Javan by the hand. Of course, she didn’t notice all the suspicious looks and the hushed words from the people they passed in the corridors.
“I’m so happy Daddy is going to be home today!” Javan exclaimed as she scrambled into her car seat, “I want to finally see my furniture put together!” Amon raised an eyebrow at her words, glancing ever so subtly at the stunned craft user. Robin shook her head faintly, hurriedly pushing her surprise to the back of her mind and buckling herself in.
Amon drove along the roads, slightly annoyed by the midday traffic. Robin, very wisely on her part, maintained her silence; it wasn’t everyday that your partner’s daughter declared you ‘Mommy’. Javan’s face was glued to the window, mesmerized by all of the people and cars cluttering the streets.
“Thank you, for bringing me home,” Robin said lightly, leaning into the car before she shut her door and sped over to the sidewalk in front of her apartment building. She waved a small hand towards Amon and Javan as the dark hunter punched the gas pedal to the floor. Before she could blink her green eyes, the black vehicle had already disappeared down the street. Robin delicately ascending the stairs, heading towards the apartment she shared with Touko.
“Daddy, I was worried about you,” Javan said flatly, her blue-gray eyes luminous in the mirror, “The doctor didn’t tell Mommy and I much of anything. I was thinking he had killed you and didn’t tell us.” She grinned brightly, indicating at least part of her words were meant to be a joke.
“I don’t kn…thank you,” Amon said slowly, parking his car and pulling the thin key out of the ignition. Javan’s small jaw dropped a few inches as her brain processed the scene that had just taken place. She rapidly and adroitly undid the straps that held her into her seat, climbing forward to throw her pale arms around her father’s neck in sheer joy.
Amon’s body stiffened slightly at her sudden display of affection though he quickly relaxed, patting her hands before prying them away from his skin. He led her up to their apartment, pausing politely to wait for her at the steps. When they were inside, Amon sent his daughter to play in her newly furnished bedroom while he made a particularly odd phone call.
Slowly, Amon’s pale fingers pressed the numbers he had loathed to ever punch again. His hand lingered above the button to end the call after every number, pausing to offer the option of saving his remaining tendrils of sanity. After what seemed to be an eternity, the phone rang and Amon pressed the phone to his ear.
A man’s voice, sounding vaguely upset, answered, “Nagira Law Offices, Nagira speaking.” Amon contemplated hanging up at that point, but he was sure that a return phone call would soon follow.
“Hello, Nagira, this is Amon. I need to talk to you,” Amon said calmly, beating himself inside for calling his brother. A shocked silence rang true on the other end of the line, indicating that Nagira hadn’t been expecting this particular phone call.
Author’s Note: Hey people. Tomorrow’s my birthday!!!! Just wanted to tell you that before I got to responses.
To The Reviewers:
Beautiful Witch Hunter Robin: Did you like? I’m on time, as far as I know, this time.
AngelD: Go ahead and burn me but if you, I won’t be able to finish my story. {winks} Then you’ll be stuck forever at this point in time. {pats head} {grins}
Wake-Robin: That’s one thing children are good for; putting their parent(s) on the spot. They’re very good at it, and you can’t very well get mad at them.
Carri: Oh, no, I would never do that to a poor shrink. I’d just be my-selves. We’re more than enough to destroy one sane person. {laughs evilly}
AnimeReviewer790: {huggles} The vacation is fine; we’re just going another week. I’ll tell my precious reviewers when I’m going to be gone. {grins}
Shisuku: Puff-chan likes updating, because of all the fun things I can say to everyone. Well, type to everyone.
CrazyFemaleDragon: Funny? Its going to get a whole lot better. I decided that we really deserved a comic break from all that dreary plot-type junk. {looks suspicious}
Suki1: I know, but I like feeding you assorted sweet items. I don’t like them. {pulls doughnut pile out of thin air}
Jcgamer: Orange spots were great fun for Puff-chan. That was completely a random idea for me. I really hadn’t done anything thing that random since my RK days. {sighs} Oh, go ahead and use leet. It wouldn’t hurt if you could include a nice translation, though. {looks innocent} It couldn’t hurt to learn.
Shawn Provoncha: Read to your heart’s content, on this chapter of course. {smiles}
De Lethe: I’d simply finish the stories. Then your villains would be reduced to fluffy pastel bunnies. Oh alright, I might as well tell you; Amon can block craft up to a certain power level, but only with his arm that was infected with the Orbo. That’s all I’ll reveal now. Actually, that’s all I’ve decided. {bounces}
Miakako: Hm, how many more times you ask? I’d say until either Amon shoots himself, Robin does it for him, or they get together. {eyes widen} Did I just say that?
Jazzywolf: Thank you.
Witchhunterrobinfan45: Well, thank you. I appreciate the compliments. I’m not so sure about the kitten, but I’ll take that as a twisted form of compliment.