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In this chapter, it gets a little
AU-ish because of some things that I made up about a certain someone�s past.
And also, please don�t hate on me, but I�ve yet to find of source on Roman
Numerals, and I�ve been flying by the seat of my pants. If I screw up a number,
please let me know! On with the show!

Disclaimer: I don�t own WHR.

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VI

Michael

The
room was slightly dark, the large, paned windows cloaked by deep maroon drapes.
He had a sense that it was nighttime, and guessed that the light that peered
into the room was from the moon. The floors were hard and cold, and somewhat
rough to the touch. He walked along the length of the room, knowing the feel of
the floor because he was barefoot. He knew that the room was opulent, and he
felt out of place. He had the sense that he wanted to get out, as if there was
something there he�d rather not encounter.

From
the head of the room, he heard a door creaking open. Light began to flood the
room and he turned to see who was there. The door was opening slowly, and
through the opening, a small dog squeezed its way in and trotted over to
Michael. Michael kneeled and picked it up.

�Hey,
boy,� he said. The dog yelped and lapped at his face. Michael chuckled, and
looked back at the door, which continued to creak as it opened. The light
coming in was illuminating the room enough that he was beginning to recognize
his surroundings.

The
dog was a fluffy creature and was excited to be with Michael. Of course he
would be. He was�his dog. Michael smiled widely at him and held him closer.

�Didn�t
recognize you, boy,� he apologized. �How�s my best bud?� The dog squirmed from
his grasp and flopped onto the floor. It turned over on its back and lifted all
four legs. Michael grinned and began to rub the pup�s stomach the way he
remembered the dog liked. The dog panted happily. Michael looked around. There
was a long dining room table with twelve chairs around it to the right of him
and the dog. To the left were the windows, and a buffet filled with food. His
eyes grew at the thought of food. He wondered what everything would taste like.
He stood up, and the dog barked at his absence.

�Come
on, boy,� he said. �I�ll feed you something.� The door at the end of the room
opened fully. He�d forgotten about the door until then. At the door were two
figures, and behind them, many others. They were all dressed formally and,
though initially he couldn�t see who any of them were, they all wore disgusted
looks on their faces. They were looking at him, and he sensed that he was why
they were making those faces. He looked down at himself, and noticed his dog
had gone. He looked back up. The figures were closer and clearer now. The two
in front were his parents.

They
were scowling angrily, his father holding the door open with one hand and the
other balled at his side. His mother had her arms folded, her face flushed with
anger. Michael felt a horrible pain in his chest and he backed away.

�You rotten queer,� his father boomed. �What the hell do you think you�re doing
here?� Michael�s lips began to quiver and he stepped even further back.

�You�re not welcome here,� his mother
said. He looked at her with pleading eyes, though he wanted to get out as
quickly as he could. Her scowl grew. �You�re
never welcome to come home. We�ve disowned you, you disgusting pervert. As far
as we�re concerned, you�re as good as dead.�

�I would never come back�� Michael said,
his voice tight and meek. �You know I
would never come back here.�

�Get out!� his father boomed. �You no longer bear the M�ller name.�
Michael felt another stab of pain and turned sharply to leave. He ran into
someone who was standing behind him. They latched on to him and held him close.
Michael had the sense of comfort and held on to whoever was there.

�It�s
alright,� the voice assured. Michael�s eyes widened, and he lifted his head to
verify the identity of who spoke to him.

�You�are�?�

Michael heard a creak and stirred
awake. He opened his eyes slowly and looked over the top of his sheets. The
glare of the television made it hard for him to see, but he could see that
someone was coming into the room. He didn�t want to act surprised, so he pulled
his sheet away and sat up. Blinking a few times, he could clearly see that it
was Amon.

Amon

�Amon?� Michael asked, surprised.

�I didn�t expect you to be asleep,�
Amon said. Michael sighed with relief and rubbed his face.

�I was tired,� he said. Amon remained
by the door as Michael reached over to the television stand, turned the sound
on the television up and retrieved his glasses. He yawned as he slipped them
on. �What is it?� he asked.

�Didn�t you want to talk to me?�
Amon asked. Michael gave him a confused look. Surely he remembered. Amon didn�t
come all that way for nothing.

�Well, yeah,� he said.

�What�s with the look?� Amon asked.
Michael didn�t look like he knew what Amon was talking about.

�I wasn�t expecting you, that�s all.
I�ll tell you one thing, you�re one surprising guy.�
He yawned again and scratched his neck. �Give me a moment to wake up, will ya?
I gotta pee and stuff.�

�Do what you have to,� Amon said.
Michael got up and went over to the door. He paused as he reached for the knob.

�Didn�t I lock this thing?� he
asked. Amon shrugged.

�I picked it,� he said. Michael
looked closely at it.

�At least you didn�t break it,� he
said. He left the room and closed the door behind him. Amon looked at the
television. It was some cartoon he didn�t recognize. Not that he would
recognize many cartoons. Amon looked around. Michael�s room was neat. It was
compact, with a bed in one corner, the TV stand in the facing corner and a desk
in another. In the final corner was a dresser. The only thing mussed in the
room was Michael�s bed, and Amon bet that if Michael hadn�t gone to sleep, it
would have been made.

Michael returned about seven minutes
later looking awake and alert. He flipped on the lamp on his desk, the only
source of light in the room. He pulled out his desk chair and motioned for Amon
to sit down. He sat on his bed and reached underneath, pulling out a plastic
bag. He looked inside and took out a bag of cookies. Amon gave him a look as he
sat in the desk chair. It was comfortable, more comfortable than the chairs in
the main area.

Michael got up and went over to his
desk. He opened what Amon presumed to be a drawer, but what turned out to be a
small refrigerator. He took out two colas, handed one to Amon and sat down with
the other. He popped it opened loudly, along with the bag of cookies, then
turned the volume down on the television and looked at Amon. He popped a cookie
in his mouth, then flicked the crumbs away. His eyes remained on Amon as he
took a gulp of his pop. Amon watched him.

�So what�s going on?� Michael asked
when Amon didn�t speak.

�What do you want to know?�

�A bunch of things.� Michael ate
another cookie, then held the bag out to Amon. Amon shook his head. Michael
kept the bag pointed at him.

�No, thank you.� Michael pulled away
slowly.

�Fine,� he said. He sounded a little
bitter. Amon found it amusing.

�Are you insulted that I don�t want
one of your cookies?� he asked. Michael shrugged slightly.

�You know you want one,� he said.
�You�re the type that says no even though you really want one, just to be
weird. You�re stubborn, so if you�re asked again, you don�t want to look
indecisive, so you stick with no.� Michael handed the bag to Amon. �Just take a
cookie. Two if you�re through playing around.� Somehow, Amon felt challenged.
He lowered his brows and took three cookies from the big. Michael smiled
genuinely and drank more of his cola. �So what happened on Tuesday?� he asked.

�Tuesday?� Amon asked. Michael�s
eyes widened.

�Yeah. Like the day before Wednesday.�

�What makes you think something
worth mentioning happened on Tuesday?�

�The call,� Michael said. Amon took
a small bite out of one of the cookies.

�I broke up with Touko.� Michael�s
mouth popped into an �o� shape.

�Wow. Must have been tough. So what
did Robin have to do with it?�

�Touko preferred to not be alone
that night. She and Robin had a talk. Then Robin and I had a talk. Then I
left.�

�Why�d Zaizen give you the lip? He�s
mad that you dumped Touko?� Amon looked at the television. �What a pig dog.
He�s got this suite place in the building, you know? It�s pretty swank.�

�I didn�t know that.�

�Not many people do,� Michael said.
�I wouldn�t know if I could leave this place. But�gotta get used to your home,
you know? So�how did Touko take it?�

�She was angry,� Amon said. �But I
think she�s gotten over it already.� Michael shook his head.

�She hasn�t. They never do. They
always dwell on it, sometimes for months. How about you? How are you holding
up?�

�I got over it once Zaizen threw the
last punch.�

�He hit you often?�

�Often enough. Never when anyone�s
around, like he did yesterday.�

�What an ass,� Michael said. �He
likes to scare people��

�He�s nothing special,� Amon said.
He looked at Michael.

�Some of the things he does makes me
want to hit him,� Michael said. �But I wouldn�t jeopardize what I have here.�

�You don�t have much.� Michael gave
Amon a blank look. �What?�

�Thanks, that�s very nice of you to
say.� Amon finished his first cookie and leaned back in the chair again.

�What do you have, Michael?�

�Certain liberties. Call them�silent
victories.�

�Tell me what they are.� Michael
paused.

�Amon�tell me something.�

�What?�

�Tell me that what I tell you will
be held with confidentiality.� He�doesn�t
trust me? Amon asked himself. He turned the chair slightly towards Michael,
peering at him through slanted lids.

�Michael,� he said. �If you do not
trust me, do not tell me a thing.� Michael scooted back and leaned against the
wall.

�I trust you, Amon,� Michael said.

�Then why the reassurance?�

�I�ve never told anyone about this
stuff,� Michael said. �A lot of what I just told you, I�ve told Haruto before.
But��

�Now that I know that you don�t want
what you tell me to be told, I won�t say a word about it to anyone but you, or
in front of anyone but you.� Michael gave Amon a look that made him feel
appreciated.

�Thanks.�

Sakaki

Getting into Robins� apartment
building was easy. Sakaki had no idea why he�d gotten up in the middle of the
night to go see her. He was certain it was because of Michael�s urgings.
Alright, so it wasn�t completely because of Michael. He had to admit he was
interested in what was going on with Robin and Amon, if anything at all was
going on. The last thing he wanted was to be left out of the happenings within
his group.

He rode up to her floor and stepped
off the elevator. He found it odd that the door was open a little. Oooo� Maybe
he�d get to see some action. He reached behind him and patted the butt of his
gun for reassurance as he came closer to the door. He knocked lightly, then
moved to the side of the door quickly. No answer or sound came from the
apartment.

He moved closer and pushed the door
open, not stepping out in front of it just in case someone was in there with a
weapon. When nothing happened, he pushed the door open and slid inside. The
place was dark and quiet. They were probably sleeping. He didn�t want to
intrude. He sighed and moved over to the kitchen.

There was a note pad on the counter.
He looked around. Near a purse on the other side of the kitchen was an uncapped
pen. He picked it up and scribbled a note saying that he�d stopped by and that
they should check their front door from now on. He put the pen back and went
towards the door.

Before he could reach it, he heard a
phone ring. Someone picked up on the first ring. Sakaki�s nosy side kicked in
and he tiptoed towards the hall. He tried to be as quiet as he could be, and
listened in on the conversation.

��.I�m aware of that�� It was Touko
and she didn�t sound pleased. �What would you have liked me to do? I kept her
busy, didn�t I?.....Well, I�m sorry. I didn�t know what else to do. I figured
taking her was good enough, I do it often, so why not take her along with me,
you know? Female bonding�. Well, what would you have liked me to do?� Touko was
getting louder. �What�? What on earth�why would I have done that? That
definitely would have raised some eyebrows�.. Nobody even knows what�s going
on, what are you getting so uptight about? �. Look, it�s late�. Don�t yell at
me, you know as well as I do that it�s late and the only thing we need to be
doing right now is sleeping. We should sleep on it, and we�ll talk about when
we�re both fully awake, alright? Alright�.. Sounds great�.. Okay. Fine.
Goodnight.�

Touko hung up the phone. Sakaki
looked down then towards the front door. He heard her bed creak and decided he
should make a run for it. He left the apartment quickly, and closed the door as
lightly as he could.

Well, that was unexpected. Sakaki
wondered who she was talking to. And who she was talking about. The night
hadn�t been a total bust, for all it was worth. Sakaki stuck his hands in his
pockets and headed for the elevators. He was startled to hear the apartment
door open. His eyes widened and he tried to hide himself. He pressed the down
button rapidly and quickly slid into the car when the doors opened. He pressed
for the doors to close and they did. He sighed heavily and leaned against the
wall. The elevator didn�t move. He shook his head, pressed for the first floor,
then leaned against the wall again. 007, he was not.

Michael

�So what are these silent
victories?� Amon asked. Michael looked down at his cookies. He only had two
left. Amon really seemed interested in talking. Maybe he didn�t really come to
answer questions, but instead, to ask his own.

�The little things,� Michael said.
�I don�t have a life outside of here, you know? So I don�t really get paid. I
don�t have any accounts and they took my savings. I�because of this I can order
things, and Zaizen�s people have to pay for it. So I order what I want. Hence
all the cool stuff you see here.�

�They didn�t supply you with this?�
Amon asked.

�Nope. I got everything off �line.
The bed set, the TV, the stand, the desk with the fridge in it, my personal
fave. The dresser, and all my junk, too. My clothes, too, and my deodorant and
all. Man, if it wasn�t for me, we wouldn�t even get coffee.�

�I thought Hattori took care of
that.�

�He used to, before the chief
started going nuts on us,� Michael said. �Actually, I shouldn�t take too much
credit for the coffee. Karasuma buys it sometimes. She doesn�t like the type I
buy. I usually order all the stuff for the office when I order my stuff.�

�What did you have, when you first
came in here?�

�A cot,� Michael said. �And a bar of
soap.�

�Michael�� Michael looked at Amon.
He looked like he was trying to look sympathetic, but something was keeping the
expression from fully forming. �I had no idea.�

�That�s pretty much how he wants
it,� Michael said. He ate both of the cookies at the same time. �Where do you
think I get my latest CD�s and things from? From him?� Michael shook his head.
�I found little ways to get back at him.�

�He just lets you do it?�

�Sometimes I lie and say that Haruto
gets them for me, and he backs me up. Sometimes I just tell him. �Thanks for
the cable.�� Michael chuckled. �I can�t stand him.�

�So that�s how you get back at him?
Just spend his money?�

�Pretty much. I don�t waste any of
it. I just spend it like I�m getting paid, and I need things to live, you know?
You guys need toilet paper, don�t you?�

�Yeah. Thanks.�

�Yeah.� Michael looked at the TV.

�Why are you watching this?� Amon
asked.

�This?� Michael asked. It was some
cartoon. Michael shrugged. �Why not?�

�They�re cartoons.�

�Yep.�

�How old are you again?�

�Oh, don�t pull that crap on me,�
Michael said. �What would you rather I do, watch the news? Look, I get enough
of reality at work. When I�m in here and I�m alone, I�ll watch what I want,
because I can. This is my time, Amon. When I don�t have to worry about him
being on my case about everything under the sun and�and�and �I don�t know.�
Michael lowered his head and balled the cookie bag up slowly. Amon finished his
last cookie and stared at Michael. �Sorry for getting loud�� Michael said.

�Don�t be,� Amon said. He got up and
moved over to the bed. He sat on the edge of it. �I never knew it was like
this,� he said. �I thought they at least took care of you. I thought they were
obligated to.� Michael shook his head.

�They�d let me rot if I wasn�t so
valuable,� he said. �That�s what they say. That I�m a valuable member of the
team. An indispensable asset. I figure that just as long as they�re talking
like that, I�m all good. Once they start acting like they don�t need me
anymore�that�s when I�ll start worrying.�

�You�want to get out?� Amon asked.
It sounded like he was offering. Michael scoffed.

�I�d kill to get out,� he said. �But
I know what leaving means, and I�m not willing to risk that. At least not yet.�

�What are you waiting for?�

�For�when�things change,� Michael
said. �For if�things get unbearable. If you guys left and I was alone. If Robin
stopped bringing me donuts. If Haruto stopped snooping around with me. If you��
Michael sighed and didn�t continue.

�If I what?� Amon asked.

�If you�turned your back on us.�
Amon turned to Michael very slowly and looked at him carefully.

�Michael�� Michael looked up at him.

�That�s my greatest fear, Amon,� he
said. �I trust all of you, and my greatest fear is for any of you�but
especially you�.to betray that.�

�Why�me?�

�Because�� Michael said. He sighed.
He didn�t want to say it. He didn�t want Amon to know why he was afraid.

�Michael�I understand if you don�t
want to tell me�� Michael lowered his head, shaking it slightly. Amon was
always like that. Don�t do anything you don�t want to do. Michael looked at
him.

�Why�were you with Touko, then,
Amon?� Amon looked confused.

�Touko?� he asked. �What does she�?�
Michael looked in his bag and pulled out a candy bar. �Why did you ask that?�

�I�m just curious,� Michael said.

�Pressure,� Amon said.

�You�re a hypocrite.� Amon was
silent for a short while. Michael ate half his candy in one bite.

�What�s the matter?� Amon asked.
Michael closed his eyes.

�I�m tired,� he said, feeling tears
stinging the back of his eyes. �I�m lonely. And�I need a vacation from him.�

�Zaizen?�

�Yes.� Michael looked at the
television. �I�d be so much happier if he didn�t exist. Truthfully, I don�t
mind living here. I don�t mind having to buy things myself. I like it here. I
like being around you guys and being able to use the computers when I want.
It�s just him. I�m tired of him. And I�m�I�m lonely, Amon.� Amon nodded slowly.

�It�s not easy, Michael. I know it�s
not. It�s not enough that you�re stuck here, but there�s something else making
it harder for you as well.� Michael nodded slowly.

�Same thing that makes it hard for
you and Haruto.�

�Yes,� Amon agreed. Michael looked
at Amon and sighed.

�At
least�now I know I�m not as alone as I thought.�

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Section six has just been nixed!
Who�s to say where this is headed from here, now that Sakaki�s stumbled onto
something he shouldn�t have, and Amon�s one step closer to �sealing the deal?�
Me, of course! Wanna know what�s going to happen? Please review and I�ll update
soon! Then you can be one step closer
as well. ::wink::

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