What Counts...

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A/n: Well, Here I am writing another fiction, you would think I would take a break, but no. The muses are insistant. Anyways, you read the warnings to get her, etc. So lets say this is a little AU and of course, knowing me, there is some fluff. Also, Have I mentioned I love Amon as a character? He has this great facade, but under it is all this brooding, antagonistic sense of humor. A lot of people seem to write Amon like some people write Rude from ff7 *grunt, glower, internalize* And yeah, on the outside its pretty damn close. But Amon is thinking all the time. And plotting, and So I write him with a sense of humor. This may seem really OOC to people, but I feel, for me, this is the best way to write Amon. So, love it or hate it, Here we go ^_^
Also, I do not know if this is going to have any het in it, but if it does, it will be Amon and Robin, but more than likely, this will be Yaoi. Because I said so! Kyaaaahahahahaha. Alright. Im yammering. Fic, on with the fic Mara!

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There was the thundering of the shot in the enclosed space of the garage, she looked at me, wide green eyes filled with shock. The witch had been between us half a heartbeat ago…the Orbo bullets had built in stopping power, they never exited the other side. Never. They expanded on contact. They were supposed too.
Robin dropped slowly, her eyes still wide, horrified…betrayed. I took a step forward to catch her before she fell, but she flinched away from me hitting the concrete instead, her palms in front of her face the only thing that stopped her from breaking her nose.
“Amon.” She groaned, her whole body convulsing as she curled around her stomach. “It hurts.” She whimpered. “Why Amon…why?!”
I wanted to die on the spot...why hadn’t she shielded?!
“Robin, I didn’t mean…”
The witch we were hunting was gone, and there was only the ringing in my ears, and Robin’s tiny cries of pain.
“Michael, I need backup, Robin is down, this hunt is OVER” I whispered over the com. Where the hell was Sakaki and Karasuma?

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“Robin…let me help…” I whispered as I brushed my coat aside and knelt next to her. Blood ran hot and fast between her fingers. A gut shot. Damn. “Don’t touch me!” She cried, her eyes wild with the effect of the Orbo and the inability to touch her powers, to protect herself from me. “I didn’t mean to…” I whispered.
“Amon.” She whispered, this time a little calmer.
I tore the hem off of my shirt, and coaxing her hands away from her stomach, I pressed the fabric to the entry wound, then closed her hands back over, mine on top to steady hers.
“MICHAEL!” I bellowed into the com, my patience level very low at this point.
“Amon, this is Michael, your signal won’t come through for shit…what do you need?”
I cursed and picked up my phone. It got better signal.
“Michael!” I nearly yelled.
“Yes yes boss man! I can hear you, what do you need?”
“Dammit Michael, this hunt is over, Robin is down, she needs medical attention NOW.”
“Shit, I’m on it!” Michael hissed.
“Where are Sakaki and Karasuma?!”
“They said they bagged your witch?”
“Good.” I sighed.
“Amon, what the hell happened to Robin?!”
I hung up.

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I sat in the office, brooding over a cup of coffee. Michael was acting pissey, probably thought I did it on purpose. God, that look in her eyes made my stomach hurt still, I couldn’t stop seeing it. I was squirming in my own skin.
Karasuma entered the room and I looked up, standing up so abruptly I cut Michael off mid cry of greeting
“How is she?” I asked.
“She’s going to be very sore, and probably be doing some desk duty with Michael for a few weeks, but otherwise she will be fine.”
I sat back down then, feeling a little relieved that at least she would be all right. Sakaki breezed in with a handful of papers a moment later.
“Good news on that witch, positive ID on several other cases…we have our serial witch killer.”
I grunted in relief. “Good.”
Michael was giving me a heated look, so I turned to meet his gaze.
“I fucked up.” I stated.
Michael blinked at me. “Excuse me?”
“I fucked up and no amount of ‘sorry’ is going to fix it. But I am...” I growled.
Michael blinked. “I’m not pissed at you big guy, I have a headache.” Michael stated, letting his head fall to the desk with a dull thump.
“Oh.” I stated. Way to go Amon you chump. Just spit it out there for the world by jumping to conclusions and misinterpreting. I was swearing inside. Oh yes. BAD DAY.

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It was about two am. Sakaki had been making excuses to hang around. I had paperwork to do. Yeah. That was it. It was more like sitting at my terminal, listening to Michael’s rock music blaring through his headphones and staring at the cursor on my screen until beads of blood formed on my forehead. Damn it all anyways. I pushed back from my desk, my every movement jerky and frustrated. It was en to to make Michael startle, and that stroked my pride a little, and at the same time made me feel guilty. Damn my confliction about everything. I need coffee. Now.
I wandered into the break area to find Sakaki on the couch playing one of those annoying hand held videogames. Damn those things drive me crazy, but I put up with it simply because if Sakaki playing games was annoying, Sakaki bored was enough to induce homicidal tendencies in a saint. I cringed.
Why did I think of Robin when I thought that. Her green eyes, wide with shock…betrayal, the sound of bare skin hitting pavement…my ears ringing…It was when the coffee I was pouring overflowed the cup and ended up on the front of my shirt, and a small end times flood on the tabthatthat I realized Sakaki had stood, set down his game, and had come to stand next to me.
“You alright Amon?”
He was mopping up the spill with napkins, he pushed me a step back from the table. “Doesn’t that burn?” Sakaki asked, pulling my shirt away from my stomach, but if the hot coffee had burned me, I couldn’t feel it. I was still stuck on his first question. Was I ok? I had just accidentally shot my partner. She was just a kid, she looked up to me, and I had shot her. Part of me raged that she knew accidents could happen, that this was a rough line of work. The other part reminded me that my /LAST/ partner had ended up in the factory. Dammit. Kate. I didn’t feel right, she wasn’t a friend, but she didn’t deserve what happened to her.
“Amon, you are really freaking me out, at least take this shirt off, let me see your stomach!”
I turned to look at him, my eyes hard, cold, dead. I school this expression you know. I work on it. I put it on in the morning like my clothes.
“I am fine.” I said. It came out hollowly. Wow. Big surprise. Why was I so cold inside. Why did I want to grab Sakaki, hell, Michael and hug them till they squeaked? I just needed warmth, comfort, anything, instead of feeling like the worlds biggest fuck up? No. That would alarm them. And instead of seeking some human comfort, I did what I always did.
“Thank you, for cleaning this up.” I said.
Sakaki frowned.
“Your welcome, do you want your coffee?”
“No…” I said. “I think I am going to go home, you can have it.” Sakaki simply nodded.

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I staggered back to my work terminal, how long had it been since I slept? I honestly couldn’t remember.
“I am going home, goodnight Michael.” I said, the exhaustion tingeing my voice sotto.
Michael looked up at me, back to my blank screen, and then to me again.
“Get some rest Amon…don’t worry about anything, we have it under control here.”
I nodded mechanically. The small wonders of good friends.
“Thank you…Michael.”
He simply nodded and then did me a huge favor by putting his headphones back in and pretending I did not exist. I knew he was ignoring the stain on my shirt, ignoring the fact that I looked like I was going to pitch over from terminal exhaustion. That and the fact that I probably did not smell all that good, considering it had been a long last few days, and if I didn’t have time to sleep, I certainly did not have time to shower. Good Michael.

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I was sitting in my car and feeling horrifically lost. I had turned the ignition, but did not put it in reverse to back out of the garage. It wasn’t that I wouldn’t, it was that I couldn’t. I felt so buggered, I honestly could not remember how to drive, and that frightened me more than I would admit. To tell the truth I was about ten minutes from tears. So the car was running. And my forehead was on the steering wheel. And I really, suddenly, just wanted to die. My head was spinning, like I was intoxicated, but more likely from exhaustion. I couldn’t focus. Not on questions, or people. Hell, I couldn’t have a conversation. Words were simply too profound. I kept telling myself that what happened…I looked at my watch…yesterday…was not a big deal. A simple mistake. Yet it was affecting me so deeply that I felt like my brain had warped. I was Amon. I was heap big vampire hunter. I didn’t give a shit, this was just work, nothing more. Fuck.
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TBC
A/n: Thanks for reading so far!