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When All Is Said And Done	By : iJ3i Category: +S to Z > Witch Hunter Robin Views: 4027 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Doujima

What to do, what to do. Doujima
stirred her coffee slowly, letting out a labored sigh. She squinted her eyes at
the absence of persons, and therefore activity in the room. Things had changed,
and Doujima felt like she�d missed everything. Suddenly, Zaizen quit, and then
suddenly, Kosaka took his place. At least that�s what they said. Doujima didn�t
believe a word of it. Something had taken place, and everyone tried their
hardest to keep her in the dark. And they�d done a damn good job of it, too.

Miho didn�t seem to know anything,
either. The pair had spent more than their fair share of time together while
the office remained empty. Sakaki was the first one back. He wouldn�t say
anything, and that was unusual because Sakaki was a motor mouth at times. But
his mood had lifted, and he was always busy doing something productive.

Then Michael returned. He never
looked more alive than from that point on. He was almost always smiling and was
willing to talk about anything and everything�except what Doujima wanted to
know the most, of course. And then there was the matter of him going and coming
as he pleased. Doujima was dying to know what caused all the changes, but knew
her chances of getting anything out of Amon were slim to none.

Surprisingly, when Amon came back,
he talked a little more. Not much more, but he certainly wasn�t as silent as
usual. Doujima found it suspicious that he and Michael and Sakaki were spending
time together outside of work, and saw it as a clue to what had gone on without
her knowledge.

When Robin came back to work, she,
too, seemed full of life and the four of them practically glowed when they were
within each other�s company. Was it just Doujima, or did she deserve a vacation
as well? Here she was, picking up all the slack of her fellow hunters while
they strayed away from the office all that time, and did she get a break? No.
And neither did Miho, but Miho didn�t mind as much as Doujima did. She�kind of
stood off to the side and watched from a distance, smiling contently. It was
almost motherly the way she regarded them at times. Doujima was fed up, and was
near her boiling point on this particular night.

Everyone was gone. Well, except the
chief�oops! The boss and Hattori, and
the boss�s new underling, the new
chief. Doujima grunted in frustration. She stormed over to the chief�s desk and
folded her arms.

�Excuse me,� she said. The chief
looked up at her.

�Yes, Doujima-san?�

�Would you just happen to know why
the others got the night off and I�m stuck here by myself like this? I mean, I
could have at least received a memo.� The chief smiled at her.

�Doujima-san, you�re free to go when you want, you know that.�

�But, there�s no one here. I feel
obligated to�� The chief shook her head very slowly.

�I�ll see you tomorrow, Miss Doujima.�
Doujima made a face. Great. Now she�d feel guilty because she was leaving
before the usual time. She went back over to her desk and sat down. She�d leave
after she finished her coffee.

Karasuma

Although things had changed,
Karasuma couldn�t say she wasn�t comfortable with it. She�d always been able to
adapt to change; it was one of her strongest suits. Sitting back and watching
from the sidelines, she had a little trouble piecing all the pieces of the
puzzle together, but in the end, she was sure she knew what was going on
between her fellow hunters. The absence of Zaizen and the slow reintegration of
her hunters proved to be the most comforting part of all. Though she wasn�t
involved, Karasuma knew her place, and intended on keeping her distance.

Sakaki

Sakaki had grown to hate hospitals,
and, adversely, he�d grown to love work. Even seeing Doujima brightened his
day, and that was probably the most frightening outcome of the entire ordeal.
Robin, Michael, Amon and Sakaki had an unspoken, mutual agreement to keep
things quiet. Kosaka and Amon had taken care of everything, and Kosaka hadn�t
told anyone about what happened except for the people in charge, who decided on
the consequential happenings after the attack. It was hard on all of them, but
in the end, they persevered. Sakaki was just happy that they�d all survived.

Robin

Touko had gone. Where, Robin wasn�t
sure. Michael, newly released from �prison� as they often joked, had nothing
just out. No money, barely any belongings and definitely no sense of direction.
Robin had been quick to offer the apartment, and Michael moved in with her
temporarily.

Robin still hopped around on a
crutch, but she was getting better each day.
She knew she�d be good as new in no time. Michael was great about
helping her out. He often joked that their bullet wounds united them, like the
Wonder Twins and their magical rings. Or something along those lines. Michael
was strange, but Robin adored his weirdness.

Not long after Michael moved in, he
moved out again. He told Robin that he�d found a place to stay, and so Robin
decided she would move as well. The apartment held bitter memories for her, and
she was eager to get a start on a new life, as she assumed Michael wanted to
do. As soon as she could walk without restraint she was going to do just that.

Amon/Michael

Amon closed the door behind him and
looked at Michael. Michael was gaping at the apartment, and Amon took that as a
good sign.

�It�s so gay�� Michael said, going
over to the couch. Amon�s eyebrows lowered.

�And what is that supposed to mean?�
he asked. Michael looked at him and chuckled.

�But it is. Please�tell me Touko fixed this place up.�

�What?� Amon asked, surprised. �Why
should she have been the one?�

�Because�� Michael said, bouncing on
the couch and then laying out on it. �You�ve got candles�and paintings and�potpourri.�

�What�s so wrong with potpourri?�
Amon asked. Michael chuckled a little more at Amon�s defensive tone, and Amon
found it difficult to stay mad at him.

�I mean seriously�if�I were to see
this apartment, I would say�a gay man lived here. Seriously�how did Touko not
know?�

�Get up,� Amon huffed finally. �I�ll
show you around.�

�I got it,� Michael said. He got up
and looked around the living room. He stopped at Amon�s stereo. �You�listen to
gospel?� he asked, running a finger down Amon�s stack of CDs.

�No,� Amon said. �Those are gifts. I
figure if I ever get robbed, why leave the good stuff sitting out?� Michael
chuckled.

�You�re funny,� he said. He moved
over to the kitchen and looked through the cabinets. �And�very, very gay.�

�What is it this time?�

�Name brand�.gourmet� No bachelor
pad, college student type food.� Michael was enjoying himself. �I bet you have
bubble bath and salts in your bathroom.� Amon pursed his lips. �And I bet you
have a complete sheet set, with ornament pillows and that duster thingy.�
Michael laughed. �Man. You never seemed this gay on the inside, babe. You�re
gayer than me and I wasn�t even in denial.�

�Would you shut up,� Amon said, his
eyebrow twitching slightly.

�You have vanilla beans?� Michael
almost shouted, not paying Amon any attention. �Amon� I love you.� Michael crossed the room to the hall where Amon�s
bedroom, office and bathroom were. Amon followed him. Michael disappeared into
the bathroom.

�I knew it!� he said. �You even have
a toilet seat cover.�

�Can it,� Amon said from the hall.

�A bath mat�� Michael said as he
walked out. �And a pillow. For those late night soaks, eh, babe?� Michael
nudged Amon with his elbow. �This is so cool.� Michael looked into Amon�s
office. �This my bedroom?� Amon grabbed Michael by the forearm and tugged him
towards him.

�Don�t be stupid.�

�Well, where?�

�You�re sleeping with me.� Michael
batted his eyelashes.

�And your ornamental pillows.� Amon
scowled and kissed him. Michael blushed a little and went into the bedroom.

�You know what�s weird?� he asked as
he looked around, turning things over and peeking behind the furniture as if
looking for something hidden.

�The way you�re snooping?�

�No, that�s usual� At least for me.�

�Then what?�

�It doesn�t even smell like you
cleaned up. And I don�t see any cleaning products out, and no dirt swept under
the rug. So�this place is always clean?�

�And why wouldn�t it be?�

�Because you�re a dude.� Amon
squinted his eyes. Michael plopped onto the bed and picked up one of the
pillows with tassels. He waved it at Amon. �Sorry�I forgot about how high your
level of gayness is.�

�You�ve got one more time to tease
me about my home,� Amon threatened, sitting on the edge of the bed. Michael got
up and sat behind him. He put an arm around Amon�s shoulder and the other
around his chest. He kissed his shoulder. �Can we do it?� he asked. �On your
neatly made bed?� Amon smirked at him.

�When you get settled in.�

�You do realize that I don�t have
anything to get settled in with, right?�

�What about your things at work?
Your weird fridge-desk thing? And your clothes?�

�Those things�?� Michael asked, his
voice low. �They don�t suit your apartment.�

�This is no longer just my
apartment,� Amon said. �It needs your�hacker flair.� Michael chuckled.

�Flair�� he said.

�You teasing me again?� Michael made
kissing noises behind Amon�s ear.

�You betcha,� he said. Amon turned
towards Michael and scooted back on the bed. Michael let him go and laid down
again, this time with his head in Amon�s lap.

�Should we go get your things now?�
Amon asked.

�I don�t know�� Michael said. �I
don�t want to embarrass you or anything. I should blend in.�

�And be an uptight bore, like me?�

�You are not an uptight bore. You�re
actually real good company.�

�You�ve been reestablished into
society,� Amon said. �And you�re starting to get your life back together. You
can do whatever you want, Lee, except change. I fell in love with you just the
way you are, and if you start acting like me, I�ll leave you.�

�Eh?� Michael said loudly, getting
up. He sat down against Amon�s pillows and shook his head adamantly. �You
wouldn�t.�

�Wouldn�t I?�

�No!� Michael said. Then he smirked
and held up his pointer finger matter-of-factly. �You can�t resist me, that�s
why.� Amon reached over and poked Michael in the chest.

�You�ve got a big mouth, you know
that?�

�The better to su��

�Don�t say it,� Amon said quickly.

�What?� Michael asked. �It was going
to be innocent.�

�Right.� Michael scooted closer to
Amon again.

�Fine. I won�t change. But don�t get
mad when I don�t fit into your social circle.�

�My what?�

�You know��

�You don�t know me very well, do
you? You are my social circle. You and the others.� Michael smiled.

�Wow. Looks like we both need a
life, huh?�

�You five are all I need,� Amon
said. Michael nudged his cheek with his nose.

�It�s good to know,� he said.

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I�m sorry, I just had to do it! I
can�t help but picture Amon as a meterosexual in hiding! No stones! So, was the
ending okay? Keep in mind that I didn�t intend to make this some type of
special ta-da! that everyone had to wait months for. It just took a back seat
to school, that�s all. Hopefully, I�ve weeded out all the mistakes and
inconsistencies. Stuff like that takes time, yeah? Especially with slow pokes
such as myself. Please review, and a big huge-mongous shout-out to everyone
who�s reviewed so far! Miki, I finished!! Thanks for the sentiment! And
Mitsuki, non, non! It�s only been seven months since the last post, seven
months! Right�about the time I started the fall semester�way back when�
Chibichan, doko ni iru! Masaka�omae ga shinde iru??? ::faint+massive sweatdrop::
My Japanese is terrible� Peace out!!

kāji!
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