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Background for this fanfiction:
Robin is a Craft-user. When she is 15, she is sent to an organisation called
STN-J, a branch of the bigger Factory. STN-J hunt witches, people with unusual
powers, people who has become dangerous to the society. Robin�s unique power is
fire, she can throw fire and flames around her, she can use the fire to create a
shield if necessary. But the more she uses her powers the more afraid the
Factory is of her. At one point they initiate a hunt for her as witch. My story
of Robin takes place after episode 15 � just after an attack against STN-J and
Robin. Robin herself is saved by her partner Amon, a tall dark and handsome man.
The story is told from Robin�s point of view. (Something I haven�t done in
fifteen yearsJ)

January 3d
2005 - Just fixing some error that occured during AFF:s troubled period...
nothing new, nothing added.

Robin P.O.V.

I was standing on the high cliff, looking down on the little
peaceful village below. Still until this day I was confused about what happened
that day. Ten years of serious thinking can rot your brain you know. I sigh and
walk back to my little cottage. I�ve been living here for five years now in this
remote village on Iceland, before I came here I was travelling around the world
to find some sort of safety, but in the end someone always pulled a trigger
against me. When it happened the last time I made a choice and got rid of my
long golden brown hair and change the colour to black. I changed my style, from
my usual black dress with high collar and black coat, I now was wearing light
coloured clothes. I doubt that anyone from The Factory or Salomon Headquarters
would recognize me and find me here. I have now had five years of totally peace
and quiet. Oh Gods how I hate it sometimes, the time with STN-J was
action almost all the time. When the peacefulness would become a plague; I
always turn on my stereo and listen to rockmusic. I opened the door to the
cottage and walked in, a smell of old wood hit me in the face and I made my way
to the kitchen. I surely could use some strong coffee now. I could not help but
wonder why I still was hooked on the thoughts of Amon, why had he saved me that
day? I knew I was still waiting for him to come, but on this remote island with
nothing but razor-sharp rocks and hot springs, how could he find me? I didn�t
know if he still was alive, I was surer that he had died that day, trying to
save my life. I still could se his dark violet eyes burning with deep concern
for my safety before he pushed me away and closed the secret passageway, and
then � gunshots, several gunshots before the horrible silence. He was always in
my dreams; I would never be free from him. I knew it.

I took my cup of coffee and made it outside again. On this sunny
day in June my heart was clouded with dark emotions; was it my fate to never
experience a normal life like a normal young woman? I frowned and decided to
take the bike down to the village and do some shopping. I sent a grateful
thought to my aging guardian � Juliano, he had made sure I never was without
financial care; a secret bank-account was my little piece of heaven.

I know the people in the town still were a bit cautious when they
saw me, but it was better now then it was for five years ago. Whoa, they were
real tough people to make friends with, I say. I now know how they felt about
me, because when ever a stranger is in town, I behave in the same way. I smiled
at the thought when I open the door to the groceryshop.

The elderly man who owns the shop smiled tenderly at me as I step inside. His
wife comes forward and takes my hand and made me come with her to the back of
the shop.

-

Please Miss Are, come here and see, said Mrs. Wald�r. A lot of
letters have come for you, letters written in Japanese or Chinese.

I gasp and feel my heart constrict when I see the letters.
�Who out there knows I can read Japanese and live here?� I asked myself but
took the letters and put them in my bag. I thanked Mrs. Wald�r and went on with
my shopping in a hurry. More coffee was needed; I don�t need to tell you that I
am big coffee-lover, I just loved coffee in all forms there was.

I went fast as I could with my bicycle; I wanted to go home so I
could read the letters. I was a bit afraid to open them with other people
around, in case someone from the Factory saw me. They had spies all over the
world and even if I never had any contacts with them here on Iceland, I never
could be sure.

I put the grocery in their places and took the letters and went
outside to the garden. I sat down on my rocking-chair and opened the first
letter. I was deeply relieved when I saw the name Nagira in the first line.
�Thank God.� I thought and continued on reading. He had been searching for
me for several years he wrote, and I was good at hide my little fiery butt. I
smiled at him; he never liked my powers and always did tell me so. I was sad to
read that even he was wondering about Amon, because Amon was his little brother.
I never knew that and was mildly surprised, but when I think about it, I don�t
know much about Amon at all. He never talked about himself.

But then I read something that made my heart go a few paces faster. Amon had
visited Nagira a few years after the attack, and wanted to know where I was, he
had demanded Nagira to tell him where I was hiding, Nagira wrote about the fury
Amon had displayed when he told his little brother that he had no idea where I
was. After that Amon only made phone calls and wrote some emails to his older
brother, just to keep in touch. �He is alive, he must be alive.� I felt
tears form in my eyes; tears I thought were long dried out. All these years I�ve
been living with the thought of Amons death, I was so sure he had died that day
he saved me, but he hadn�t, he had survived. The rush of feelings made my body
tremble; I felt a need to go on a hunt for the dark man who haunted my dreams,
my life. He was the thing that kept me away from other men; no one could ever
match his charisma or his looks. He just oozed masculinity; the type who made
every woman feel just like a woman should. I took a deep breath and closed my
eyes; I could see his dark violet eyes shimmer with danger. Without knowing it I
moaned at my memories.

I went on reading Nagiras letters, most of them telling me about
my friends at STN-J. The Factory and Salomon HQ had been destroyed by state
forces a few years after my exile, my former boss, Zaizen had been found dead on
sight when the forces broke through the last barrier, cause of death � suicide.
According to Nagira; there was no more witch-hunting going on in the world.
Well, I wasn�t so sure about that, but most likely the worst hunters were now
disabled. I sent a prayer to God for that one.

Later, on the same evening I sat down in my little living room,
looking in to the fire. Do I need to point out on who I was thinking about? Amon
of course, and I felt the need to find him again, dead or alive, so I could make
him take away the spell he had put on me.

I woke up the next day feeling more than woozy in the head, all
the thinking I�ve been doing since yesterday had taken its toll. But at the same
time I was happy, the information Nagiras letters had given me was a pure bliss.
I always wanted to know what happened to everybody after my exile, but I�d been
afraid to make contact with them.

I�ve decided to go back to Japan, not for good though; I loved my little cottage
here on Iceland and I was not going to leave it; this was my home, I had made it
so, even if the silence of the volcanic island could bring out the worst in me.
But I wanted to see my old friends, Michael, Miho, Doujima, and of course Nagira
himself. I only could dream to see Amon, but if it was possible I wanted to see
him too. I made some coffee and started to pack my things for the journey ahead.

A week later I was standing on the streets of Tokyo � God only
knows how much I really had missed the scent of this city. I had chosen to ware
a black dress, much like the black dresses I had used in the past. Nagira had
written down the address where he now lived with his wife and children. I called
a taxi and gave the driver the directions where to drive. I hadn�t eaten since
yesterday, I was too nervous and now my stomach was growling with hunger. I
smiled with red cheeks at the surprised driver and mumbled an apology.

Normal P.O.V.

The older man couldn�t believe his eyes, there in his doorway was
the little craft-user who time and time again had fooled the Factory and Salomon
HQ. The girl who had firmly grip on his younger brothers heart But she was no
longer a brown haired young woman, no � in his doorway stood a black haired
beauty with sparkling blue green eyes. The fifteen year old girl was now a 25
year old strong willed woman.

-

Robin-chan, is it really you? he breathed. My God, what happened
to your hair?

-

Yes Nagira-san, it�s really me, smiled the young woman and took a
small piece of black hair between her fingers. When I got your letters I decided
to come for a visit. And as for my hair, I cut it short and dyed it, all just to
be more invisible for the Factory.

-

Shit, I can�t believe it. Come on in, come on in.

She was shown in to a small room with light brown colours. She
sat down at the low table and Nagira went to get his wife. He came back with a
pretty woman with long ravenblack hair.

-

Robin-chan, meet my dear wife Suki, said Nagira.

-

Suki-san, nice to meet you. Robin bowed her head in a respectable
manner to the elderly woman.

-

Robin-san, my husband has told me a great deal about you and your
ability as a craft-user. I must say I�m impressed, not many can handle their
powers, said the wife of Nagira.

-

I never asked for it, but I must live with it.

-

Come, let us celebrate your arrival Robin-chan, said Nagira and
motioned them to go to the larger room.

Suki made them a delicious dinner and they talked about what had
happened after the downfall of the Factory and what Robin herself had been doing
during all this year. She showed them picture of her little cottage on Iceland
and Suki was in a bliss, she made Nagira promise to go there and visit
Robin-chan in the future.

When Suki had gone to bed, Nagira and Robin was still talking
about all things, but the older man could see what she really wanted to talk
about.

-

I haven�t seen him in a couple of years now Robin-chan, said
Nagira. But I�ve been talking to him every now and then over the phone, and he
send me emails sometimes.

-

Emails? Do you still have his address? asked Robin. Can I have it
please?

-

Of course.

He wrote down an address on a piece of paper and gave to Robin.
�As soon I can get a hold on a computer he is going to have a mysterious mail
in his inbox from a equally mysterious firelady.� smirked Robin evilly in
her mind. Nagira saw the display of evilness on the young woman�s face and
wondered what she could be thinking, but decided that he really didn�t want to
know. They decided to call it a night and Nagira showed Robin the guestroom
where Suki had made a futon ready for the young girl. For the first time in a
long time Robin slept well, no haunting dreams, no nightmares, just plain old
sleep.

Suki woke the young woman and told her that breakfast was ready.
Robin yawned and got dressed. She rolled up the futon and went down to the
kitchen.

-

Nagira is still asleep, I think he had too much sake last night,
said Suki and gave Robin a cup of coffee.

-

I understand, answered Robin and sat down at the table.

-

What are you going to do today Robin-chan?

-

Just walk around the city I think, later I will pay a visit to my
old friends, but

Nagira-san told me a lot last night after you went to bed, and I have some
thinking to do about that.

Nagira had told Suki about his brother and of the young girl he
supposedly would hunt but saved instead. Nagira had met with Robin just after
the incident, Amon told her to stay with his brother, but she had been too
scared and she was afraid that more people would be hurt if she was to stay
around, so she had fled to Europe. Suki had spoken to Amon a few times over the
phone, and every time the young man had asked weird questions, now she knew a
little bit more about it all. Amon was probably in love with the young girl, and
the young girl loved Amon, it was simple as that. The problem was; how was she
to get them together? Nagira would be in on it, she was sure of that. Her
husband had often talked worriedly about his little brother and his destructive
way of life. Now there was a chance for Amon to have a little bit of happiness
and Suki was the one to make it happened. She smiled secretly and earned a
suspicious glare from the young Robin.

After breakfast Robin went out for a walk in the city. Going
around in her own thoughts she never noticed her feet had steered her to Harry�s
coffee shop. When she looked up and saw the well known sign she smiled lightly
and went inside. She wondered if �master� would recognize her after ten years.
�Only one way to find out.� she thought and sat down at a table beside
the window. She looked around the place; nothing had changes since she was here
the last time. Only a few people visited the dark and gloomy coffee shop, but
Master had told her; he liked it that way. She saw Master make his way over to
her table and handed over a menu.

-

Thank you, she said with in a low voice before she added, Master.

His eyes bugged and he sunk down on the first chair he found.
�Kami-sama, could it possibly be�?� he thought.

-

Robin-chan?

-

Hai, Robin-chan is back in town Master, she smiled.

-

Kami-sama, how long has it been?

-

Ten years now Master.

-

How are you Robin-chan?

-

I�m ok; it�s been both a rough decade and a peaceful one. I have
not been in Tokyo at all during all this time, the first five years after I
disappeared I wandered around cities in Europe, all because of the Factory�s
choice to hunt me down as a witch. But I�ve got lucky every time and managed to
escape. For the last five years I have found a perfect hiding place on Iceland,
thanks to Juliano�s money, I bought a cottage to live in and have done so for
the last years. It�s my little piece of heaven.

-

Kami-sama be praised, I never thought I�d see your pretty little
face again Robin-chan, said Master and hugged the young woman. Have you been
seeing any one from your time here?

-

No, just Nagira-san. Actually, he found me and wrote me several
letters. But it was one thing that made me come, and it was not my friends.

-

I understand Robin-chan. He�s been asking about you, every time
he comes in here for a cup of coffee � he always ask me if I�ve heard anything
about or from you, said Master with a sad smile.

-

Does he come here often?

-

Sometimes he can visit my place several times a week, then he
disappears and be away a year before he comes back again.

-

How long ago is it now? asked Robin.

-

Just two weeks.

-

So he could be coming in again very soon?

-

Yes, Robin-chan.

-

Please, take the number to my cellphone and call me when he comes
by again. But don�t tell him that you�ve met me. I want to surprise him a bit.

�A bit, Robin-chan? You�ll probably scare the pants of him.�
thought Master in youthful way, but said nothing about it.
�Poor Amon-san, if I know Robin-chan she�ll be haunting him to
the end of days. They had something going on then, and they will definitive have
something going on if they were to meet now.�

-

I�ve missed your cappuccino; could you please bring me some?
asked Robin.

-

Of course Robin-chan.

He got her a cup of his well-brewed cappuccino and sat down yet
again at her table. He wanted to hear everything she�s been doing since she fled
Tokyo. And Robin told her story, about the cities she�s been visiting. She told
him about the lovely country of Iceland. �She�s never met anyone special
then? But then again, not many men can stand up against Amon-san, he makes
everyone else small.� Master Harry thought. He saw the last guests leave his
coffee shop and he decided to close early today.

-

Now we can have some peace and quiet around here, would you like
something stronger to drink? asked Harry.

-

Yes please, an Irish Coffee would be nice, answered Robin.

-

You and your coffee-habits, chuckled Harry and prepared an Irish
Coffee for his young friend. Do you have anywhere you could stay?

-

I was planning on renting a hotel room, but if you have anything
I would be grateful for it.

-

I have a room over the restaurant, it�s yours for as long as you
like. I�ve been using it when it�s been too late to go home.

-

Thank you very much Harry-san.

-

I�m just glad I met you again Robin-chan. I have been so afraid
since the day I�ve heard about the attack on STN-J. Miho and Doujima were so sad
when they said that you were gone and couldn�t be found anywhere. They all
thought the Factory eventually got you killed. But I�ve always had hope; I knew
a girl like you couldn�t be killed.

-

Arigato Harry-san, said Robin and tasted the dark drink.

-

How long are you planning to stay?

-

I don�t know, a few weeks to a couple of months perhaps. But I
will be leaving for Iceland again, it�s my home now, and I really feel at home
there.

-

Tell me more about this country please, it sounds like a
wonderful place, said Harry and poured some whisky for himself.

-

It�s bare land, not much of vegetation to talk about, green
grass, small and crooked birches, and bushes. But what I really like is the
black lava rocks, sharp cliffs and the hot springs. My little cottage is heated
with hot steam from beneath the earth. Every now and then I can feel the Earth
Mother speak through the volcanoes; it�s truly a paradise for a fire-using witch
like me, said Robin and remembered her home.

-

Perhaps I�ll visit you there.

-

It would make me glad if you did Harry-san.

-

Come, I�ll show you the room upstairs.

They went upstairs and Robin wondered why Harry wouldn�t live
here, it was a beautiful apartment with everything in it. She saw a computer and
asked if he had uplink to the internet and he did. �Great, I can use that to
send my little mysterious mail to Amon.� she smiled again evilly and softly.
Harry shivered, there was something changed about Robin. She�s always been a shy
and little bit of a dark creature, but the Robin of today was more forward,
strong willed and not shy at all. He gave her his home number and left.

�Now my dear Amon-kun, let�s play a game.�
Robin sat down with the computer; she found a free mail-site and created a new
account for herself. She called her self the Wicked Witch of the Volcano, he
would probably figure it out sooner or later who she really was, but until then
she would be playing a game with him. She found the address Nagira wrote down
for her and typed it in the letter.

�Dear Hunter.

Are you willing to play a game with me?�

She wrote nothing more and pushed enter to send away the letter.
She went to the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator and found a cold beer.
She opened it and went back to the PC, she looked around the internet for info
about witches. But soon enough she had a mail in her inbox, and the sender was
Amon. Her heart skipped a few beats.

�Dear Witch.

Of course we can play a game; I�ve got nothing better to do anyway.

Just tell me the rules.�

Was his answer. �O my dear Amon-kun, do you really want to do
this.� Robin laughed roughly and took another sip out of the beer-can.

�Dear Hunter.

There are no rules; it�s a game of seduction.

I have been waiting for you for a long time.

My life has been lonely and dark without you.

Everyday has been like a hell of solitude, I need you to touch me again.

I need to have my dark saviour by my side once again.

Robins P.O.V.

Somehow it felt good to write down all the feelings behind an
alias. I could really spill my soul on to the screen and press send and he�d get
it. But would he figure it out? Would he know it was me who wrote this to him? I
had always been shy, that�s how I was raised in the monastery. I know I�ve been
repressing my own feelings towards the other sex, but there was always only one
for me, and I was now emailing him.

Normal P.O.V.

�Who is she?�
he asked himself. �She appears to know me, she calls me
Hunter. Who today knows that I am or rather were a hunter, except for my old
friends at STN-J and my family?�

�Dear Witch.

Why do you seek after a seduction on the internet?

Have you not been able to have one in real life?�

Was the arrogant answer to the witch. �She should not play
with fire.� Amon flinched at the word fire and saw a young girl, dressed in
a black dress and a black coat with small glasses on her nose, her golden brown
hair was put up in two sloppy knots on each side of her head. With a small nod
of her head she created fire from nothing. �Robin, my dear Robin, are you
still alive?� His heart ached to know the truth about the young craft-user.

�Dear Hunter

I have not found a suitable male for my desires in the real world.

I always wanted you and there is no one else for me. All the others was cut
short when I made a comparison with you. Last time I saw you I knew I loved you
and that I would never found anyone to match your dark look. Your dark violet
eyes put an enchantment on my life, my dreams and all I can think about is you.
What is this spell you have put on me?�

�Who the fuck are you witch?�
he cursed angrily. He felt his skin crawl of unpleasant feelings.
�But when I get my hands on you, you little witch��

�Dear Witch.

You seem to have all the big cards on your hand, because it appears that we have
met once.

Who are you?�

�It could never hurt to ask.�
he thought even though he was not counting on her to tell him who she was. He
poured some liquor into a glass and took a big sip at it. This night�s
conversation had him longing for a special person. He had pushed his human part
aside for a long time now, but this person, this witch, had him by the balls
now. He saw the young craft-user protect him during their fights; he could se
sadness in her eyes when she subdued an enemy. She always felt sorry for the
witches they hunted.

�Dear Hunter.

We have met once, we have met twice, and we have met numerous times.

And for each time we met my love for you grew stronger. You took over my life,
my thoughts my dreams, and for every year now it�s been growing worse. I need to
feel you; I need to have you by my side again. I want to give you a kiss so hot
it sets everything on fire.�

�That should do it, the first actually hint for him.�
smirked Robin and went to get a new beer, she knew the alcohol was making her
more loosely, but she didn�t care. She had lived as a grey mouse for so long,
her inner self wanted to show what life really was about, how it could be if
that special person was involved.

Amon felt waves of heat rush through his blood, he couldn�t help it, but he
truly wished that it was Robin who wrote this to him. �Wicked Witch of the
Volcano, what kind of a fucking name is that anyway? Wicked as in evil or
naughty? Probably the latter part, she is a bit naughty, and a witch. But were
the fuck does a volcano come into the picture?� He scratched the back of his
head before he continued to write next message to the witch.

�Dear Witch.

I truly wish for us to meet.

To which volcano should I come? Mount Fuji?

Robin laughed softly. �He must be
banging his head on the keyboard now.�

�My Love.

Why do we not take our leave now and meet up again here tomorrow.

Remember � do not play with fire, because you could get badly burned.

But the kiss from the Goddess of Fire can make you immortal.

�My love?? What is this shit?�
Amon cursed again.

�Lovely Witch.

Are you the Goddess of Fire?

He didn�t get a replay and he cursed yet again. He had to wait
until the next time they met online, to get a reply for his question. �But
why is she talking about fire, could it really be Robin? But she is not the
Robin I knew anyway, she was way to shy to barely even talk to me, but then
again..� his mind trailed away at the memory of their last meeting, when he
had pushed her through the secret passage, her blue green eyes; they were filled
with emotions, with love, for him. He shook his head. �No way this could be
Robin, I don�t care how long its been, but the little fire-witch I knew would
never use this kind of language.� He drank the rest of the liquor and went
to bed.



Robin P.O.V

I turned off the computer and went to the futon in the other end
of the room. I still laughed when I pulled the sheet up to my nose. Oh God how I
wished I could see his face when I wrote him the last part. I hope he has a hard
time thinking now and that�s good, because he had almost my brain rot away with
thoughts on him. Ah, revenge � how sweet its taste was.



Normal P.O.V.

He couldn�t sleep, he kept thinking of the mysterious lady. When
dawn broke through the dark skies he picked up the phone and made a call to
Michael. The younger man was a genius when it came down to computers, so he
should be able to trace this illusive witch of the internet. It was time for the
young man to do some good again.

Michael answered the phone with a dark, raspy voice.

-

Mmm what.

-

Michael, its Amon.

-

Amon who?

-

Michael, wake up! roared Amon

-

Ehh, take it easy man, moaned Michael. I�m up.

-

I need your help.

-

Amon-san, with what do you need me for at 6.30 in the morning?

-

I have a troublesome person on the net, and I need you to trace
her for me, said Amon.

-

You have problem with a woman Amon-san? I thought you had given
up on those, muttered Michael and pushed him self up from his bed.

-

Stop joking around and get your hackerbutt to my place as fast as
possible, please.

-

Ok Amon-san, but you must tell me about her later, I want to know
what kind of woman she is that can make you go bananas this early in the
morning.

Amon never answered the last question; he was not sure what to
say. �Go bananas, I�ve been going bananas since I saw her god damn mail.�
he snarled furiously to himself and put down the telephone.

Michael knocked on the big dark door in oak, Amon had been living
the good life since his days of witch-hunting, they all had. Amon showed the
younger man to his computer.

-

All right, but you owe me big time after this you know, said
Michael and started with the time consuming work to track down The Wicked Witch
of The Volcano.

-

Yeah, Yeah, just find her ok, mumbled a not so patient Amon.

Robin woke up with goofy feeling in her stomach area. And then
she remembered, she had been �talking� to Amon during the night; she had used
words she never thought was possible for her. She shrieked and got out of bed
like a bolt of lightning. �Oh my gosh, I really did it. I almost talked dirty
to Amon-san.� Robins face went all red when the memories flooded her mind.
She heard a knock on the door and she opened it. Master Harry was outside and
she let him in.

-

I hope you slept well Robin-chan.

-

Yes, I have. I trust you did the same Harry-san.

-

As good as I can do these days, the old man smiled. Would you
like some breakfast?

-

Yes please.

Michael worked hard to trace the mysterious figure that was
driving Amon-san crazy, but when he found where the computer she uses was, he
was stunned, almost chocked.

-

Amon-san, this is just strange, said Michael absently, his eyes
never leaving the computer screen.

-

What do you mean?

-

Well, I�ve found the computer she used to type the emails on, but
it doesn�t make any sense.

-

So where is it? Amons voice was heavy with anticipation.

-

It�s at Harry�s coffee shop.

-

WHAT??

-

It�s no joke, I�ve traced it there. It is most peculiar. I
suggest you go there and ask the old man if he knows anything.

-

I certainly will, hissed Amon and was already out the door.

�O dear, I believe someone has our Amon-san hooked.�
the younger man thought. He watched the screen and couldn�t help but remember
how a certain little craft-user would make his older friend become like
schoolboy in love.

Harry saw Amons wild eyes and knew something had happened. The
elderly man poured coffee in to a large cup and gave Amon.

-

So what�s with the rush young man? asked Harry.

-

Who is she? asked Amon and gripped the collar of Harry�s white
shirt and pulled the older man closer to his face.

-

What are you talking about? stammered Harry.

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The woman who is using your computer, who is she? Unless it�s you
who are writing me hot and naughty letters at night?

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What?? No I have not done such a thing.

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So where is she?

-

There is no one here. Harry would not dare to tell him that Robin
was upstairs, eating breakfast. All hell would break loose if he did.

-

Liar, I know someone is here and she is using your computer.
Amons voice was at a dangerously low level now.

He turned around and run through the restaurant to the stairs.
Harry prayed to the high Kami to protect the little craft-user who was hiding
upstairs.

Robins P.O.V

I felt him coming before I heard his heavy boots on the stairs, I
knew he had figured out from where the little witch had used a computer. He
probably had called Michael to help him out with that one. I smiled a bit and
tried to look normal as I continued to eat my breakfast.

Normal P.O.V.

He stopped at the entrance to the big room upstairs. There, at
the table sat a young woman with short, black hair, eating her breakfast. At
first he couldn�t see her face because she was looking down at her sandwich. But
when she looked at him his heart stopped. She had the same blue green eyes,
which had haunted him through all these years.

-

Robin??!

She didn�t answer him at first. She just stood up and took the
dishes to the kitchen sink. She could feel his heated gaze on her back and she
shivered slightly. This was going to be hard on her, especially after the
night�s transgression. �Shit, what is he going to think of me?�

-

Robin??

She could feel his hot breath against the soft skin on her neck.
Without any warning he turned her around and looked down in her big blue green
eyes.

-

Robin-chan, why have you been hiding from me? he whispered.

-

You where a hunter, I was a witch, I still am a witch, she
answered and tried to avoid his gaze.

-

I saved your life, I would never hunt you Robin-chan, and you
know it.

-

I couldn�t be sure, I had to stay safe or else the Factory would
have taken me in.

-

I wouldn�t allow it, I would have protected you.

-

Would you really? I am a witch, you don�t like witches, you said
so yourself.

-

I still would have protected you.

-

Why?

-

Because�..

-

?...?

-

Because I care about you, deeply, he whispered with harsh voice.

Robin couldn�t say anything; she didn�t trust her own voice
anymore.

-

My lovely little witch, where have you been hiding?

-

Everywhere and nowhere. The first years I was always running
away, hiding just in case the Factory still was on my trail. The last years I�ve
been living on Iceland.

-

Iceland? That�s really far away, he said. His thumb caressed her
cheek, making her tremble.

-

I know. But I had to make sure they didn�t find me.

-

You could have left a message with my brother so I would know
where to look for you.

-

I thought you where dead, I still can hear all the gunshots that
were fired that day, and I hear them in my dreams. And I couldn�t do anything to
help you, she cried.

-

I did promise to come for you, did I not?

-

You did.

-

So you should have trusted me my dear witch.

Robin winced at the nickname; she blushed deeply and broke away
from his eyes. He smiled a bit; this was more of the Robin he knew, the shy
little girl. He pushed her against him and he breathed in her scent of lavender.

-

So when do I get my kiss from the Goddess of Fire and receive
immortality?

-

Please Amon-san, I was a bit drunk when I wrote that part, she
whispered and if possibly, blushed even deeper.

-

And here I was, longing for you to give it to me.

He let his soft lips brush over hers and he could hear her gasp
in surprise. �Gods, please don�t let this be another dream.� he prayed
right before he kissed her. He could taste the coffee she had for breakfast, but
the thing he really got hooked on was the soft, velvety sound she was making
when he licked her lips for entrance.

-

My goddess of fire, he whispered before he swept her up in his
arms and carried her bridal style to the futon.

Robin shrieked a bit and instinctively laid her arms around his
neck to keep her balance. A slight blush tainted her cheeks when she knew what
he was up to.

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