Windy City
Beautiful
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Not quite lemon content but there
is some citrus goodness abound here. And I know I promised Rose Dewitt would be
the only new character I added but a friend I was talking to about this fic
told me I need a good villain to go along with it. So I made one er two more…I promise I’ll try not to add any more
new characters…Oh…the villains…Read to find out. Proceed with caution >:3
Again, Thank you, for your Kind
reviews
Again...I don’t own Witch Hunter
Robin….I only own Rose
Chapter 3: Beautiful
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They had only been three days in
the new city and already they were already accustomed to the morning
routine. The sound of Rose waking up at
five thirty am would awaken Amon, but he would not move.
At exactly seven am, Rose would
gently knock on the door before entering the room with Robin’s medicine and a
light breakfast for the young witch. He would take a seat in a nearby chair and
watch as Rose woke the young witch focusing mainly on Robin and how serene she
looked in the morning. The older woman
would secretly smirk to herself when she picked up on how Amon would always
stay within close proximity to Robin.
Because the house was so small,
there was only one other guest room with a rather comfortable queen sized bed,
which he had to share with Robin. Of
course he did not mind this sleeping arrangement considering that most of the
time while they were on the run in Japan they were in similar sleeping
arrangements
“I’ll be gone most of the morning. Though I will be back in time for lunch.” She would always say in
a soft voice before leaving to do whatever it was she did.
would move from his perch then help the still weak but recovering witch sit up
and help her eat breakfast.
“Amon, why are you helping me like
this?” Robin would always ask in her soft-spoken voice.
help the young witch to the bath where he’d proceed to help her shower
relishing the intimately close contact.
Mentally he would smirk at the blush that would rise to her cheeks all
the time remaining silent and fighting his urges to take her for his own.
One particular morning, Robin awoke
early to sounds coming from the lower levels of the house.
of her bed and silently made her way downstairs. Giving her natural inquisitive
nature, Robin took the opportunity to learn more about their gracious
host.
“Miss Rose, what are you doing up
so early?” Robin asked glancing at the microwave seeing that it was only a
quarter past five in the morning.
“I have to go tend to some of my
patients today as well as deliver medicines and healing teas.
with a light carefree tone not tearing her gaze away from thick binder ahead of
her as well as the PDA device.
“Are they suffering from orbo
poisoning as well?”
“No, mostly terminal illnesses and
other health problems.” She picked up a
couple of different jars glancing at her notes. An all-knowing smile touched the older woman’s lips as she
observed Robin’s curious examination of a basket with various boxes and
jars.
Robin picked up a large jar with
what appeared to be a greenish salve in it and directions on the label.
sniffed the pungent salve with a wince.
“That’s burdock root, Chinese
licorice and aloe,” Rose chuckled lightly.
“One of my patients was burned badly across her legs and that slave is
the only thing she can use…sensitive skin and all.”
“Oh,” Robin replied placing the jar
back in the basket. “Miss…Um I mean
Rose, are you a…”
“Witch?” she finished Robin’s
question. “Yes, I am a witch, but I am
also an herbalist.”
“Herbalist?” Robin asked even more
curious.
“Yes. s"> Tell me about yourself?
You seem too young to have Solomon on your case in this fashion.” Rose
asked in her tactful manner.
Having grown accustomed to their
platonic sharing of a bed, the older man grumbled slightly when he did not feel
her presence next to him. He sluggishly
pulled himself out of bed and headed downstairs to be met with the sight of
Rose and Robin standing in the kitchen talking. A frown touched his face when he heard Rose’s question.
“I used my craft against a…” Robin
began to respond.
“Robin, no need to say anymore,”
Amon spoke from the dimly lit doorway separating the dining room from the
kitchen.
Both women jumped slightly startled
by Amon’s sudden appearance. “What
happened in Japan stays in Japan.” He added with a tone of finality meaning the
subject is closed.
Having completed her prescriptions
for the day, Rose set to work preparing breakfast for Robin and Amon.
Robin helped her prepare the morning meal.
After a quick breakfast by herself, Rose dressed then departed for the
day leaving the young witch alone with her thoughts.
“Where is she going?” Amon asked
not startling the young blonde.
“To see about some of her
patients,” Robin simply replied before pouring herself a cup of coffee.
On the opposite side of the city
within a majestic cathedral resided the newly relocated STN-A office.
the obviously male voice boomed in the office.
“Because of their soft handed approach to capturing witches, two of
probably most dangerous witches to date are on the loose.”
“Father Kain” a timid voice called
from the doorway of the office.
“Yes, what is it?” he replied in a
gruff tone.
“The information you requested from
Solomon about the STN-J has arrived.”
Father Kain, a forty-two year old
man with salt and pepper hair and piercing sapphire eyes glared at the younger
woman in a nun’s habit. “Well, what
does it say?”
The nun visibly jumped startled and
opened the file folder in her hand.
“A... apparently Zaizen, the former chief ordered his head hunter, a man
named Amon, to terminate the devil child but he decided to break orders.
to do the job but during a confrontation, Factory was destroyed.
Amon or Robin were found. Two weeks
after they were first presumed dead, they were sighted in a small providence in
Kyoto, but when Solomon would close in, they would have moved on.
until two weeks ago when one of our hunters actually fatally wounded Robin and
for a moment, lost track of her.
However, they were just about to close in when they just disappeared.”
the nun finished reading his report.
A sinister smirk touched Father
Kain’s face as he walked towards one of the windows to look out at “Juliano
made the mistake of letting that little abomination out of his site and now I
have to clean up his mess so I guess it is up to me to eliminate them.”
Much later that night, Robin sat
and soaked in a hot bath letting the events of the past few days as well as the
new information Amon briefed her on sink in.
Their cover…A married couple visiting friends and family “Ironic,” she
sighed softly before submersing her entire body in the hot water.
couple if we go out in public together,” she thought.
her fact partially submerged as she continued to think.
Finished with her bath, Robin dried
her slightly longer dulled gold hair then donned an oversized tee shirt that
reached down to her knees and appeared to swallow her slight slip of a
frame. Turning off the rest of the
house lights, Robin made her way to the spacious guest room she shared with her
“husband”. A small sarcastic laugh
escaped her lips as she sat down in front of the dresser and proceeded to brush
her hair.
“What’s so funny?” Amon asked in a
disinterested tone not tearing his attention away from the borrowed laptop.
Robin opened her mouth to reply but
instead shook her head. “It’s nothing.”
“You’re lying.”
article he was reading stepping behind Robin.
Thoughts of the young slip of a woman in front of him caused a crooked
smile to touch his lips. “Is it the
notion that our cover in this city is a married couple?” he asked placing a
hand on her slender hip.
A soft gasp escaped her lips and
the brush slipped from her fingers landing on the carpeted floor with a
soundless thud. Nervous, Robin lightly
bit her lower lip to prevent her from making another sound.
“Why does it bother you?” he asked
sliding his hand up a little to rest on her waist. Slowly he pulled her closer to his body.
“I am just your charge…as you are
my warden. I don’t want you to feel…”
Amon turned Robin around so he could look directly into her fiery emerald eyes
that reflected with confusion.
“…uncomfortable,” her voice a whisper.
“I know that you only watch over me because you…” His lips lightly
claimed hers in a light chaste kiss.
Her eyes slowly slid closed as she leaned in closer to her first kiss
ever and her delicate fingers brushed his jaw.
Amon finally broke the kiss after a
long moment. “It’s time to sleep,” he
spoke breaking the silence between the two of them. The two climbed in the bed and much to Robin’s surprise, Amon
held her close to him in his sleep.
“He must have been drinking.”
Robin thought to herself as she turned off the bedside lamp.
still the sudden show of affection puzzled the young witch.
going on she drifted off to sleep.