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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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Just a bit of info� I changed the
layout of the work room for the story. I know Zaizen�s office is positioned to
where he looks down on the conference room, but here I have it so that it�s
where they get their coffee in the show, behind Kosaka�s station. The elevators
open right up into the work room, instead of the weird looking place with the well
where Amon got busted in the show. In a previous chapter, Amon was looking at
Michael and Karasuma in the work room through those large windows in Zaizen�s
office. Those are tinted like car door windows. You know, where you can see out
but not in. Zaizen likes his privacy. Grrr!

Disclaimer: I don�t own WHR.

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IV

Sakaki

�Hell,� Sakaki said as he plopped
down in his chair. He glanced over at Michael. Michael was staring at him. He
experienced d�j� vu. �You�re gonna get enough of staring at me,� he said.

�How did it go?� Michael asked.

�I�m beat,� Sakaki said, �but I�m
not complaining. It�s a big change from yesterday, at least.�

�Who were you with?� Michael asked.

�Amon and Karasuma-san,� Sakaki said, a little confused.
Michael knew everything about their hunts. Didn�t he?

�Amon, huh?� Oh, so he was being
nosy again. Good. Sakaki preferred talking with him than with any of the
others. Except maybe Robin, but she was a girl and girls were different.

�What about it?� Sakaki asked.

�Did he seem a little�off to you?�

�Yeah, like he was distracted. He
kept trying to play it off, but I could see it.�

�Did Karasuma say anything about
it?�

�She wouldn�t have, at least not in
front of him,� Sakaki said. Michael nodded.

�I see.� He turned back to his
computer. Sakaki frowned. He hated it when Michael didn�t tell him what he was
thinking. He lightly kicked the back of Michael�s chair to get his attention.
Michael looked at him without turning.

�What?�

�Don�t you what me,� Sakaki said. �What�s going on?� Michael looked reluctant
to speak, but Sakaki knew he was getting ready to spill the beans. He looked
around, then rolled a little closer to Sakaki.

�Amon was acting a little weird last
night, right? Robin asked if she could stay around until today, which means
Touko wanted her out for the night, which means that Touko and Amon were going
to be hogging the apartment. But then Amon calls, and he sounds�kinda�stressed,
you know? And you and I know Amon, he rarely ever sounds anything other than
disinterested. So he calls and asks Robin to go home. I haven�t seen Robin all
day, and Amon looks like he hasn�t had a bit of sleep.�

�Yeah. He does look tired.�

�What do you think�s going on?�

�Hell, I don�t know. Maybe he and
Touko had a fight.�

�Maybe,� Michael said. �But why ask
for Robin?� Sakaki shrugged. �I�ve been trying to get a hold of Robin, but I
can�t.�

�And we can�t pry anything out of
Amon,� Sakaki said. �Talking to him�s like talking to a fish: all you get are
sour looks and then, mid-sentence, you get turned away from.�

�Amon�s a weird case,� Michael said.
He looked as if his brain was working over time. �I wanna know more.�

�Me, too.� Michael looked at Sakaki
closely.

�Did you see Robin�s vespa around?�

�Nope. She wasn�t at Harry�s when I
stopped by either.�

�She might still be at home. You
think you can stop by there?�

�Not now. There�s too much going on
today. They�ll want to know everything about what I�m doing, especially
Zaizen.� Sakaki looked towards Zaizen�s office and saw Kosaka exiting quickly.
He looked hurried. �Oh boy,� Sakaki said. Michael turned as Kosaka approached.

�Zaizen wants to see Amon, now.�
Sakaki frowned.

�Last I seen him, he was out with
Miss Karasuma.�

�Huh?� Kosaka asked. Weird guy.
�Well, why didn�t I hear of it?�

�You weren�t around,� Michael said.

�That�s no excuse.� Michael and
Sakaki flashed each other knowing looks as Kosaka waddled away.

�I swear, he gets scarier everyday,�
Sakaki said. He leaned in his chair and yawned. �I could probably hurry and see
her, but with Amon not around, the girls�ll probably need me to be available
just in case.�

�In case they need a rookie to
fumble��

�Hey, shut up,� Sakaki said,
immediately on the defensive. �I�ve been here long enough, I�m not a rookie
anymore.� Michael chuckled. He had a weird chuckle, one that couldn�t be easily
duplicated.

�I know, I know. Just a harmless
tease.� Sakaki frowned slightly at that. It seemed like something one dude
shouldn�t say to another. Michael shrugged. �You�re a better hunter than me, by
any rate.�

�You�� Sakaki began, but decided
against saying it. Michael rolled back to his computer.

�Maybe we�ll talk to her when she
comes back,� he said. He shrugged, then looked towards the elevators. Amon
stalked into the room, heading straight towards Zaizen�s.

�Think he�s in trouble?� Sakaki
asked. Michael nodded.

�Amon told me about what Zaizen
talks to him about, and they don�t usually meet unless it�s necessary, right?�
Sakaki thought about it, forgetting that he was asked a question. They sat in
silence for a short while. �I bet he yells like a mad man,� Michael said. �He
looks like that type.�

�How come we can never hear
anything?�

�Maybe if we were closer�� Michael
suggested.

�He�ll know. Doesn�t he have
monitors and things?�

�None right outside his office, I
don�t think,� Michael said. �Just go stand there by the door until the chief
comes back, then play it off. I�m sure Hattori won�t mind.� Sakaki made a face,
and then nodded. He casually walked over to the other side of the room. Hattori
looked up at him, then back at his work. Sakaki stood outside Zaizen�s door and
waited to hear something. Hattori glanced at him and went to speak, but didn�t
say anything. Sakaki tapped his foot, thinking that would make it look like he
was waiting for Amon or something. No one bothered him, and Michael pretended
to be uninterested.

Amon

Zaizen was sitting at his desk when
Amon entered, smoking a cigar and leaning back in his chair. He took a long
drag of his cigar, and then let the smoke out slowly through his nose. He was
doing this purposely. He knew Amon hated it. He was angry with Amon about
something, and Amon knew what it was. But soon, he wouldn�t have to worry about
it. Soon it would all be over and he could start living as he wished.

�Amon�� Zaizen said slowly. �You�ve
got some nerve showing your face here today.�

�I have a job,� Amon said. �I don�t
let my personal matters interfere.� Zaizen pretended to ignore that.

�Do you know where Touko is?�

�No.�

�She�s out shopping. And do you know
with whom?�

�No.� Zaizen leaned back in his
chair a little more. Amon was hoping he�d lean too far one day and fall right
over. It was something he�d pay any amount of money to see.

�Robin,� Zaizen said. Amon nodded.
�She called and requested that Robin have the day off, and they spend some time
catching up on things.�

�And Robin agreed?� Amon asked. He
would never put shopping before hunting, but then again, Robin was her own
individual.

�Why wouldn�t she? Who wouldn�t?�

�I wouldn�t.�

�No,� Zaizen said. �You wouldn�t,
would you?�

�Is there something you need?�

�You don�t have the right to get
impatient with me,� Zaizen said. He was getting a little loud. Good. The sooner
he did, the sooner Amon could leave.

�I do so,� Amon said, �because I
have better things to do than to fool around with you.� Zaizen stood up
quickly, ashes raining from his burning cigar butt. Seeing Zaizen get mad was
terribly amusing. Laughing at him would probably make him angrier. Amon decided
to test his theory. He chuckled. Zaizen went over to Amon quickly, switched his
cigar into the other hand, then swiftly punched Amon in the face. The old man
was weak. Stronger than average, but weak compared to Amon. Amon�s face hung to
the side, then he turned it back, rolled his neck and smirked at Zaizen.

�Touko hits harder than you do,� he
mocked. A muscle in Zaizen�s face twitched and he hit Amon again, this time
much harder. Amon stumbled slightly. He liked this game they played. He liked
to be Zaizen�s punching bag. Because he knew one day it would come back to him,
and Zaizen would see what real anger felt like. One day soon, but not that day.
That day, Amon would just let Zaizen have his way.

He must have been really upset.
Seven to the face and five to the stomach. Amon was sore. After the fifth, his
mouth began to bleed. He let the blood run from his mouth and onto the floor as
Zaizen ranted on about how Amon was worthless and not good enough for Touko.
About how he never meant for his daughter to associate with that witch. Ah. Now Amon knew where
Touko got it from.

Zaizen finished and sat back down at
his desk. He pulled a Kleenex from its box and rubbed the blood from his
knuckles, really only succeeding in smearing it Amon waited to be dismissed.
Zaizen took a final, discordant drag on his cigar, then shot a look of disgust
at Amon.

�Get out of my sight,� he said.

Michael

He was dying to know what was going
on. Why was Sakaki making those faces? What was taking them so long? He was
sick of playing watch dog; he wanted a firsthand experience. Finally, Sakaki
quickly moved away from the door and tiptoed over to the computers. Michael
faced him eagerly, but when he heard Zaizen�s door open, he looked to see who
was coming out.

Amon came from the room, his mouth
bloody and his face somehow serene. Michael quickly stood up, feeling like he
should help him out. Sakaki sat down in his computer chair and then looked,
acting surprised. Amon went towards the elevator hall and disappeared around
the corner. Michael looked at Sakaki, his eyes wide.

�What happened?� he asked.

�Zaizen beat the shit out of him.�

�Wonder what the boss looks like
after all that.� Sakaki shook his head.

�He didn�t fight back.� Michael was
surprised by that. Surprised and overwhelmingly curious. He tapped his fingers
on the table a few times, then went towards the hall to look for Amon. He found
him in the men�s washroom, cleaning his face at one of the sinks.

�You need some help?� he asked.

�No,� Amon said. Michael stepped
closer.

�You sure?� Amon looked over to
Michael, then at himself in the mirror, touching a finger to his lip.

�Have I ever not been?�

�Wow,� Michael said. Amon was calm
and Michael didn�t see how he could be. �So�what�s been going on here lately?�

�Nothing much now,� Amon said. �I
suggest you move on, and don�t ask questions.�

�Me? Not ask questions?� Amon looked
at Michael and smirked. Amon always looked creepy when he smirked, like he was
up to something evil, like world domination. But Michael found the fact that he
was smirking intriguing. �You�re going to tell me. Just not with Haruto
around.� Amon kept the smirk and looked back in the mirror.

�We�ll see,� he said. Michael stuck
his hands in his pockets.

�Good,� he said. �You really should
get it off your chest before you blow up at him.�

�I�d rather keep it there, and let
it grow until I do.�

�Sounds like something you�d say.�
Amon�s usual expression had returned, but when Michael said that, he looked as
if he might smirk again. He didn�t. Instead he grabbed some paper towels and
dried himself. He didn�t say anything else as he threw them away and left the
room. Michael looked after him. Yep. That Amon was a strange case. Michael left
the washroom wondering if Robin would be by that day, and if she would, would
she bring him some donuts.

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Section four is no more! I know this
seems to be moving a little slow, but there�s an underlying plot that I have to
work up to other than the main one. Kinda weird, but hey, why not? Two plots
are better than one, I say. Later!

kaj
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