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Chapter
Three: Retaliation

The couple Nagira found
the next afternoon was a far cry from the one he had seen the day before.� He stood in the lobby, gaze drifting between
Amon and Robin as he watched the two barely acknowledge the other�s presence.� Something had obviously transpired since he
had last seen them, but for the life of him, Nagira couldn�t figure out what it
could possibly have been to provoke such icy behaviour.� It must have been quite serious, judging by
the pained expressions both wore.

For God�s sake, they refused to even look
at each other.�

It had to be Amon�s fault, whatever this little
thing that was going on between them.� It
just had to be his fault.� Robin hadn�t even
bothered to ask Nagira about the microfiche, having been so preoccupied with
avoiding her guardian this lovely morning.

�So,� Nagira began
amicably, deftly hiding his bewilderment.�
�Wanna grab something to eat at this fine establishment?�� He gestured to the hotel restaurant behind
him.

Robin shot a sideways glance at Amon, before
quickly dropping her head again.� �Sure,�
she replied, uncomfortably shifting her weight between her two feet.

Amon
merely nodded disinterestedly, staring blankly out one of the lobby
windows.� Nagira struggled to remain
neutral, pushing back the urge to punch his kid brother in the face.� Yes, this situation was definitely Amon�s
doing.� Deciding it would be better to
confront Amon later - and in private - Nagira rolled his eyes and turned on his
heel, leading the way to the restaurant.

�Nice,� he whistled as he looked around after
they had been seated.� �Very
swanky.�

�Yes,� Robin agreed, venturing a bland
smile.� �So, why are you come to see us
today?� she asked as an afterthought, a weak attempt at polite conversation.

Nagira�s face
sobered and let his menu slip from his fingers.�
It fell forgotten to the table with a soft plop.� �Yeah,� he said slowly.� He cleared his throat and tried again. �There
was something I wanted to tell you.� It�s
kind of like a surprise.�� His stomach
lurched from unease as Amon�s head snapped up, eyes narrowing.

�What sort of surprise?� he asked tersely.� Robin eyes flicked nervously to Amon before
glancing back to her menu.

Clearing his throat again, Nagira fingered the
edge of the menu.� �Well, I don�t think
you�re going to like it, Amon, but�� he trailed off, trying to think of a way
to tell his news without upsetting his brother too terribly much.

�Does it have to do with Robin?� Amon asked
pointedly, leaning forward in his seat.�
Only Robin�s green eyes were visible over the top of the menu at this
point, studying the two men closely.

�No, it�s nothing serious,� Nagira protested with
a weak laugh.� �And this bit of news
isn�t about Robin either.�

Amon
relaxed and returned to his menu, seeming to have lost interest in the
news.� Nagira leaned forward
eagerly.� �I�ve found someone.�

�What?� Amon asked
distractedly.

A wistful expression came over Robin�s face as
she gazed at Nagira.� He could have sworn
that Amon looked regretful as the younger brother shot a sideways glance to her

Nagira
continued.� �Yes.� I began going out with her about a year
ago.�� He paused.� �I think she might be �the One�.�

�Congratulations,� Amon
said flatly.� �I�m not sure why exactly
you would think such news would upset me.�

Nagira
lifted one arm from the table to run a hand through his hair.� �Yeah�� he said slowly.� �That�s just it.� She happens to be someone you know.�

�Someone I know?� Amon repeated blankly.� At his side, Robin squirmed uncomfortably in
the restaurant chair.

Opening his mouth to respond, he was instead cut
off by a familiar blonde haired female bounding up to their table.� Nagira stood up with a grin, slipping his arm
around the woman�s waist.� Nearly taking
a step back in surprise at Amon�s furious face, Nagira turned instead to busy
himself with seating his woman.

�Amon, Robin,� he began
with a flourish after he had sat down again, �let me introduce my girlfriend,
Yurika.�

Amon
didn�t reply at first, merely shifting his gaze between the two.�

�Doujima?� he said at
last, his voice deadly calm.� Robin
winced slightly and slunk down further into her seat.� �You�re involved with Doujima?�� Amon snapped at last, leaning forward, the
anger blatantly obvious in his eyes.� �I
can�t believe this - Robin?�� His
attention turned swiftly to his ward who could no longer contain her guilt.
Amon stared at her as Robin buried her face in the menu.� �You knew,� he whispered.� Robin refused to look up as she cringed at
his voice.

�That�s impossible,� Nagira
cut in with a wave of the hand.� �Don�t
put this on her.� I never told her about
Doujima.�� He rolled his eyes at Amon�s
dubious expression and raised his hand.�
�Scout�s honour.�

Amon
turned back to Robin.� �Then why��

She finally looked up a bit, not fully raising
her eyes.� �I suspected.� Nothing more.�

Somewhat satisfied that his young charge hadn�t
intentionally kept something else from him, Amon turned back to Nagira.� �Are you insane?� he seethed, still
managing to keep his volume just above a whisper.� �You�re involved with a member of
Solomon.� What made you think that was a
good idea to take such a risk?�

Nagira
bristled at his Amon�s tone.� If there
was one thing he couldn�t stand, it was someone telling him what to do.� Especially if that someone was his kid
brother.� �I�m sorry if you don�t like
it, but this is our decision to stay together.�
We�ve assessed the risks of our relationship -�

�You have got to be joking,� Amon
interrupted.� �You assessed the
risks?� I don�t think you fully
understand the potential risks to both myself and Robin by continuing this
relationship.�

�I can�t believe you,� Nagira replied, staring at
Amon.� �We did take into account
the dangers of our relationship.� What
could happen if we stayed together.� I
would never put Robin in danger.��
He paused.� �Not even you,� Nagira
added with a jab of his forefinger at Amon.�

�She�s a known Solomon spy,� Amon hissed.

�So is Robin,� Nagira shot back.

A waiter drew near, hesitating as he caught sight
of the irate expressions on the men�s faces before quickly scurrying away.� Defiantly, Nagira placed his hand over
Doujima�s, giving it a light and reassuring squeeze.� Amon rested a hand against his chin as he
stewed in his anger.� He turned his head
back to Nagira, still pointedly ignoring Doujima.

�Why didn�t you tell me earlier?�

�Honestly?� Amon
quirked an eyebrow.� �Because I knew you
would react like this.��

Bewildered, Nagira and
Doujima exchanged glances as they watched Robin look uncomfortably to the side
and Amon shoot another apologetic glance her way.� Whatever Nagira had said apparently stole
some of the thunder form his brother�s anger.�

Amon
frowned and looked at the table.� �We
should order our food now,� he said suddenly, signaling the waiter.� He looked to Doujima.� �How was your trip here?� Amon inquired
grudgingly.

She smiled warmly.� �It was good,� she responded
enthusiastically.� �I haven�t been out to
these parts in some time.�

The waiter came around again and this time they
ordered.� Amon surprisingly managed to
remain mostly civil throughout the meal, much to Nagira�s puzzlement and
relief.

* * *

After the meal, Doujima took Robin by the hand.�

�It�s been so long since I�ve seen you, Robin,�
she gushed.� �We should go out and catch
up - maybe do a little shopping,� Doujima added.� She paused to look over Robin.� �You look fabulous by the way.�� Robin blushed slightly as Doujima
continued.� �Of course, anything was
better than that drab Puritanical dress thing you used to wear as a
Hunter.�� Doujima�s eyes widened and a
dainty hand came up to cover her mouth as she hurried to fix her blunder.� �I�m so sorry Robin!� I didn�t mean to be rude.�

�No, it�s alright, Doujima,� Robin replied
politely.� �Going out sounds like a nice
idea,� she agreed with a smile.

�Good,� Doujima said,
smiling brightly and giving the young girl a wink.� �Grab your purse and let�s leave these two
behind.�

Fifteen minutes later found the two young women
strolling through the streets of the town.�
They peered into various shop windows as they walked, commenting
occasionally when one spotted something interesting.� Arriving at a large, upscale boutique,
Doujima stopped a moment before yanking Robin through the doors.� The younger woman walked aimlessly through
the store, vacantly looking over the merchandise.

�What do you think of this shirt, Robin?� Doujima
asked, holding up a wine colored strappy number.�

Robin stared at it a moment, before extending her
hand to look it over.� �I like it,� she
said slowly.

Doujima
smiled triumphantly and turned to find a complimentary skirt.� She just might be able to get Robin into
something a little more appropriate for someone her age.� Doujima had no idea why exactly the girl
still insisted on wearing such restrictive clothing.� Sure, Robin was raised in a convent, but
those days had long passed.� Maybe all
she needed was a reassuring, (moderately) older female hand to steer her in the
right fashion direction.�

Pausing, Doujima yanked
out a coordinating skirt, smiling to herself before turning and beckoning to
Robin.� Obediently, she walked over,
stopping short as her eyes landed on the item in Doujima�s hand.� Immediately, Robin�s nose wrinkled in
response and she looked dubiously back to Doujima.

�It seems a little shorter than what I feel
comfortable wearing.�

�Don�t be silly,� Doujima
replied as a retort.� �The skirt should
hit slightly above your knee.�

�Mm, I�m not sure,� Robin said hesitantly.

�Just try it on,� Doujima said encouragingly,
sensing both the hesitation and unspoken desire within Robin.� �I promise it will look fine.�

By this point, a young sales associate had
wandered over to assist the two.� Doujima
and the associate spent the next hour selecting various outfits for Robin while
she merely complied in her typical bewildered way.� In and out of the dressing room Robin went,
trying on outfit after outfit.� Almost
everything the girl tried on fit wonderfully, Doujima couldn�t help but notice
enviously.� While Robin had been on the
run with Amon, she had filled out quite nicely and while she didn�t appear to
do anything exciting with her hair, she looked so much better all around.� Doujima and the associate grinned as Robin
emerged from the dressing room in the last outfit.�

�You look wonderful, Robin,� Doujima enthused.

Once again, Robin looked to Doujima with a frown,
obviously dubious.� �I�m not sure.� Is it okay for me to wear something
so�revealing?�� She whispered the last
word, looking furtively around as she rubbed her bare arm self-consciously.

Doujima
rolled her eyes.� �Don�t be silly.� She
came behind Robin and placed her arm around the girl�s shoulder.�

�It�s not too much?�

�No, of course not.� �She glanced away.� �Besides, I wouldn�t dare put you in anything
that would give Amon a heart attack.��

An odd expression crossed Robin�s face, but
before Doujima could puzzle the meaning behind the look, Robin turned away and
approached the three-way mirror to study her reflection.� Doujima had succeeded in placing Robin in
shorter and shorter skirts until they had arrived at this item that fell
(shockingly) mid-thigh.� Robin gave a
little spin as she examined herself.

�I think I like it,� she announced with a faint
smile.

An idea dawned in Doujima�s head.� �Is there a boy?� she asked with a knowing
grin.�

Robin blushed and averted her eyes.� �Well�there is this boy at the hotel
we�re staying at.� How did you know?�

�It�s always a boy,� Doujima giggled.� �Does Amon know?�

�What?� she asked, wide eyes darting to Doujima
in the mirror as she started at the name of her guardian.� �Um, I think he might.�

�You know what we should do now?� Doujima asked.

�Get some coffee?� Robin suggested hopefully.

Doujima
sighed.�

�Not exactly what I had in mind, though I admit
it�s not a bad idea.�� She beamed at
Robin in the mirror.� �We need shoes.�

* * *

�So, what�s up?� Nagira asked pointedly.� He had tried to get his brother to go out somewhere
� anywhere � with him, but Amon had flatly refused.� Whether this was due to his brother�s usual
paranoia or his usual anti-social behaviour, Nagira couldn�t deduce.� After an offer to a strip club was met with
an angry glare, Nagira had given up in defeat and the two had returned to
Amon�s hotel room.

�With what?� Amon replied huffily.

�Until this point, I�ve done well keeping my
hands to myself, but if you decide to keep up this charade, I guarantee you
that my fist will end up in your face.� �Nagira�s expression had turned deadly
serious.� �And we wouldn�t want that to
happen to your pretty face, now would we?�
So, tell me what�s going on between you and your little Lolita.� When I left yesterday, you two seemed fine.�

�There�s nothing to tell.�

�Now, why don�t I believe that for a second?�

�I don�t know.�
I�m not the one who has been keeping secrets.�� At this, Amon pointedly looked to Nagira.

�I�m not going to apologize for not telling you
about Yurika,� he responded with narrowed eyes.�
�Who I sleep with is my business.�

Amon
turned away.� �And the little errand
Robin had you on?��

Nagira stared
at the side of Amon�s face a moment, his expression guilty.� �Shit, she didn�t tell you.�

Amon
shook his head.� �I found your note.� She said she was going to tell me over
dinner, but�� he trailed off, his hand clenched at his side.� �Why didn�t you tell me?�

�I didn�t want to be the snitch.� Besides,� he said, waving his hand, �I
thought it was better if you heard it from her directly.�� Nagira extracted a cigarette.� �Robin assured me she would tell you and I
trusted her to do so.� You should have
more faith in her.�� Squinting at his
brother, Nagira studied him a moment through a cloud of smoke.� �Is that why there�s this rift between you two?�� Amon opened his mouth to answer, but nothing
came out.� Nagira�s anger dissolved into
worry as Amon began to pale suddenly.�
�Amon?�

With a thud, Amon sat down hard on his bed,
resting his head on his hands.� �Fuck!�

�Amon?� Nagira repeated.�
�What�s the matter?�

Head still in his hands, Amon shook his head
slowly.� �I did something very wrong last
night.�

Nagira
nearly exploded from the anticipation.�
�Just tell me what happened.�

Amon
raised his head and looked directly into Nagira�s eyes.� �I kissed Robin.�

A moment passed as Nagira stared at his little
brother before his face broke out into a smile.�
�Ha ha, nice try.� I�m not going
to fall for that one.� Better luck next
time.�

�I�m serious.�

Nagira�s
laughter died away, the surprise obvious on his face.� �Shit.��
Amon dropped his head again.�
�B-but how?� It was really last
night?�

�Yes,� Amon
nodded.� �Last night.�

�Why?� How?�

Making a frustrated sound, Amon stood up and
headed towards the window.� �I was angry
after I found out about the microfiche.�
I confronted Robin and she was very upset.� I tried to make it up to her and�shit.�

Nagira
gingerly approached the window.� �And?�

�And nothing.� I told her there couldn�t be anything between
us.�

�No wonder she�s pissed,� Nagira said with a
sigh.� �Why exactly was this a bad
thing?� he ventured.

Amon shot
him a glare as if his older brother was a moron.� �She�s too young.�

�Is that it?� Nagira asked carefully.� �Just her age?�

�Isn�t that enough?� Amon replied softly.

�Well, no, not really.�� Amon turned partially at this, a confused
look on his face.� �She�s not that
fifteen year old girl anymore, Amon,� Nagira pointed out gently.� �Robin has grown up a lot these past two
years � and she�s not the only one who has changed.� As a lawyer, let me also point out that there
wouldn�t be any legal risk to having a relationship with her.�� He took a drag of his cigarette.� �That is, as long as you stay in the right
countries.�

�I can�t stop thinking about her.�� Nagira hazarded a glance at Amon, finding his
expression pained.� It was a grim
satisfaction for Nagira that Amon at least was just as upset by the situation
as Robin undoubtedly was.� �I think about
her when I wake up and when I fall asleep.�
I think about her every day I�m with her.� I fantasize about her naked.�� He ran a hand over his face. �This is
bad.� I can�t take it anymore.� I feel like I will betray my duties to Robin
if I give in to myself.�

�Have you ever considered that
maybe Robin has needs as well that aren�t being met?�� It was a simple question, but apparently not
one that Amon had considered too often judging by the surprised look on his
face.� �As I said, she isn�t that fifteen
year old girl anymore.�

�Do you think she�s sexually ready by now?�

�I don�t know for sure, but most likely,
yes.� Girls develop emotionally and
physically faster than males.� Robin was
probably ready when she first met you.�

Amon
considered this a moment.� �And you don�t
have a problem with me sleeping with her?�

�Well, it�s not something I can decide for you,�
Nagira began, stamping out his cigarette in a cup.� �However, I can safely say that, no, I don�t
have a problem with it.�� He strayed over
to Amon�s bed.� �You must get lonely at
night.�

�What?� Amon asked
distractedly.

Nagira
wandered back to Amon�s side, taking a cursory glance out the window.� �You should try talking to her again,� he
suggested, clapping Amon on the arm.� An
unusual expression crossed Amon�s face as he winced from Nagira�s hand.� �What�s wrong?�

Amon
brushed off Nagira�s hand.� �Nothing,� he
insisted uncomfortably, �you hit the tattoo.�

�The tattoo?�� Nagira lifted an
eyebrow.� His interest increased when
Amon looked away guiltily.� �You going to
show me or am I going to have to strip you myself?�� For a moment, Nagira thought that he would
have to make good on his threat, but Amon relented.� �A bird,� he said suspiciously.� Amon refused to look him in the eye.

�It�s a phoenix.�
Robin picked it out.�

�Did she.� How original,� he commented drolly.� Nagira straightened.� �You didn�t happen to get Robin a matching
tattoo as well?�

Amon
yanked his shirt back on and swiveled away abruptly.� �No.�

Nagira
looked decidedly unconvinced.� �Really.�

�It�s an oroborus and
it�s on her shoulder blade,� Amon conceded irritably.

�Jesus Christ, Amon, what happened after I left
yesterday?�

�She wanted one.�

�And you just gave Robin a tattoo because she
wanted one?� Nagira asked incredulously.�
�That�s not like you.�

�Fine.� I�ll tell you what happened,� Amon snapped
angrily, giving up.� �It was that goddamn
woman I saw yesterday in the grocery store.�
Robin and I went out for coffee after you left and we decided to go back
to the hotel for dinner.� Robin went
upstairs to change while I headed to the bar and found that woman there.� At some point, Robin came downstairs, saw us
together and took it the wrong way.� She
was upset and we went back upstairs to eat dinner here.� It was then that I found the note.�� Amon dropped his head.� �Robin took what I said about my duties the
wrong way and thought that I only stayed with her to protect others from
her.� I thought I was going to kiss her
at one point and offered her a tattoo before I did anything rash.�� Running a hand through his hair, Amon
paused.� �I learned�some things about her
past while we were being tattooed.� About
her first love and that she�d been kissed before.� We returned to the hotel and we were just
relaxed.� The moment was�perfect. Before
I�d realize what had happened, I was already kissing her.��

Nagira
nodded his head, absorbing what Amon had said.�
�I see,� he said at last, still amazed.�
�Did you leave afterwards?� he asked after another moment.

�I intended to, but Robin didn�t want me to
go.�� He frowned and looked down.� �Afterwards, we went to our beds for the
night.� It�s been bad since then.�

�Amon,� Nagira said slowly, rolling his cigarette between his thumb
and forefingers.� �You�re not leaving
something out�are you?�

�Like what?� Amon
replied stiffly.

�Something doesn�t add up.�� He shook his head.� �I�m not sure what it is,� he attempted to
look Amon directly in the eye, but his brother quickly averted his gaze.� �Hmm,� Nagira continued, thinking aloud, �you
said that after you kissed her, you both went to your beds.� Why would you say it like that?� It�s not as though you don�t always sleep in
separate beds.�

�You�re grasping at straws.� There weren�t any implications in what I
said.�

�I think you�re lying to me again.� Nagira
glanced about the room, taking a few steps away from the window before turning
back to Amon.� �Where were you exactly
when you kissed Robin?�� Silence.� �Amon?� he asked pointedly.

Amon
cleared his throat.� �In my bed,� he
admitted.

Nagira
studied Amon�s back a moment.� �And why were you both in your bed?�

�We were going to sleep.�

�You were going to let her sleep with you?�

There was a brief pause.� �Yes.�

�I know I�m going to regret asking this, but do
you let her sleep with you often?�� Amon
stared straight ahead, his jaw clenched.�

�What the fuck are you thinking,� Nagira
whispered.� �You bastard.� I don�t blame Robin for being angry and
confused.�� Amon opened his mouth to
speak, but Nagira cut him off.� �Don�t
you dare try to defend yourself.�
You talk of yearning and wanting Robin, but of not being able to have
her when you�re really just leading her to the gate and abandoning her at the
last minute.� You act as though you�re
not a culpable party in this situation when in fact you�re the one making the
mess.� I can�t believe you.� You let her stay in your bed, then don�t even
admit you have feelings for her.� You are
so selfish!� You can�t have your cake and
eat it too.�� He stomped around the
room.� �You can�t treat women this way
and I especially won�t let you do it to Robin either.�� Nagira shook his head.� �I known you�ve done similar things in the
past, with that woman - Robin�s roommate in Tokyo - but I never could have
believed you would ever treat Robin so cruelly.�

�She would always ask,� Amon said lowly.� �She would ask so politely and, God help me,
I could never refuse her.� It was that
expression on her face.� I liked it when
she came to me.�

Nagira ran
a hand through his hair.� �Did you sleep
as two people in one bed or was it closer.��
He glanced Amon�s way when he didn�t answer, noting the look of regret
he found on Amon�s face.� �Did it ever
once occur to you that this might not be the best - forget it, I�m not going to
continue.�� Nagira growled in
frustration.� �How long has this been
going on?�

�Since just after the Factory
collapse.� At the
beginning I think she was frightened, but she I suppose she grew accustomed to
being with me at night.�

�Goddamn it, Amon.�

�I didn�t mean for this to happen,� Amon said
quietly, and Nagira yet again fought down the urge to punch him.� At the very least, his brother appeared
genuinely remorseful.� �She was so soft
and warm�her body was comforting against mine.�

�And the fact that she�s in love with you didn�t
hurt either,� Nagira commented dryly.� He
took out another cigarette and lit up.�
�Since we�re being honest here and considering what you�ve just told me,
can you at least admit that you love Robin?�
Just to me?�

Amon cast
Nagira a sideways glance.� �I think it�s past love by this point.� More like lust.�

�You got that right,� Nagira muttered around his
cigarette.� �So, what are you going to
do?�� Before Amon could reply, Nagira�s
mobile phone rang.� He answered it, spoke
briefly to the person on the other end, then hung up.� �Hold the thought.� That was Yurika.� The girls are downstairs waiting for us in
the lobby.�

As they entered the elevator, Nagira shot a look
to Amon, but he didn�t reciprocate.� With
a sigh, Nagira leaned against the rear wall of the elevator.� Amon remained standing in the middle, staring
passively at the doors.� The two nearly
stopped short as the elevator opened and they found the two females waiting for
them, shopping bags in hand.�� Nagira
shot a nervous glance to Amon after catching a glimpse of the outfit Robin
wore, but his brother managed to look only mildly surprised.�

�Now, that�s a declaration of war, if I�ve ever
seen one,� he leaned in, whispering to Amon, before moving forward to greet
Doujima and Robin with a smile.� �You
look�different, Robin,� Nagira ventured, reaching out to take her bags.� At Robin�s disappointed face and Doujima�s
glare, he tried again.� �What I meant is
that you look nice.�� Nagira cast another
glance sideways, but Amon remained silent.�
He noted that Robin didn�t seem particularly surprised by his
reaction.�

�So, how did your day out go?� Nagira asked,
feigning interest in shopping.

* * *

As Doujima began to
enthusiastically relate the events of their afternoon out, Robin slowly
meandered away.� She moved aimlessly,
eventually gravitating towards the lobby windows.� Holding out her hand, Robin let her fingers
run over the windowsills as she walked.�
Even as she moved farther away from the group, Robin could feel the
heavy weight of Amon�s gaze upon her back.�
After a bit, she found herself in one of the alcoves of the lobby.� Passing over the plush chairs, Robin
approached a large bay window, staring vacantly at the overlooking grounds.

�Afternoon,� the voice spoke amiably, startling
Robin by its closeness.

Spinning around quickly, Robin found herself
looking up into the face of the boy she had seen the day before.� �Um, afternoon,� she returned weakly,
butterflies rising within her stomach.

�You look nice,� the boy commented, causing Robin
to flush.� Amon rarely said anything
about her looks and she had rarely heard such things at her time in the
convent, which had led Robin to become uncomfortable with this sort of
admiration in general.

�Th-thanks,� Robin
managed to stammer, self-consciously looking down at herself.� The truth was that she was still quite
uncomfortable with her attire, feeling as though she had committed some grave
sin by wearing a sleeveless top and short skirt in public - though Doujima had
spent much time telling her the contrary.�
The outfit exposed too much skin for Robin�s liking and she was most
uncomfortable with the admiring stares of onlookers.

�Are you staying in this hotel for awhile?� the
boy ventured.

�Um, I�m not sure.� Probably a few more days.�

�You don�t know?� he asked, eyes crinkling in
amusement.� �Pardon me, I�m being
rude.� My name is Klaus and I�m visiting
here from Germany.�� He stuck out his
hand and Robin gingerly accepted.

�I�m Robin,� she returned with a blush.� �Is your family in Japan on business?� Robin
asked politely.

�Yes,� he answered, laughing.� �Seems like everyone in this hotel is a
foreigner on a business trip.� Robin is a
beautiful name,� he added, inducing her to blush to increase.� �I hope you don�t think I�m being forward, but
would you like to have dinner with me this evening?� Klaus asked, his eyes
growing serious.

Robin�s heart thumped as he waited for a
reply.� �Yes,� she answered at last, her
voice quivering a bit.

Klaus nodded approvingly.� �I�ll come by your room around seven then,�
he said, glancing at his watch.

�Alright,� she replied meekly.� �I�m in room 537.�

�Great,� he said with a broad smile.� Robin felt like melting just by looking at
it.� Amon never smiled at her like
that.� �I can�t wait.� I need to get going now, though,� he finished
apologetically.�

With a wave of his hand, the boy who had
introduced himself as Klaus was gone.�
Robin blankly watched him go, shocked at the unexpected turn of
events.� Preoccupied with her spinning
thoughts, she glided back to where the others stood, still listening to Doujima
ramble on about their busy afternoon of shopping.� Amon�s eyes had followed Klaus as he had
strolled across the lobby, then turned their intense gaze on her as she
approached, but he said nothing.� Robin
decided to ignore Amon and instead look interested in the ongoing conversation.

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