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ChibiChan:
The other version of this story is the straight version, where Amon�s more for
Robin than for Michael. Therefore, there isn�t much revealed about Michael, and
the other hunters have a little more screen time. It�s more about Amon opening
up, instead of opening up and getting
it on with Michael. Oops, did I give something away? You didn�t think my
promise for a lemon was an idle one, did you? ::smirks:: It will be here soon
enough. And by the way, thanks for all of your support. You really keep me
going, you know?

��

VII

Robin

Robin set the coffee pot on the
burner and went over to the sink to rinse out the mugs. She was a little late
that day; her vespa had malfunctioned again. Touko had been nice enough to give
her a ride. Amon, Karasuma and Doujima had already gone off to hunt by the time
she got there. Michael and Sakaki were talking by the computers. Sakaki seemed
tired, and Michael seemed energetic.

Robin poured herself a cup of coffee
and went to the outer seating area. She sat down on the couch she used when she
stayed there overnight. From there, she could hear Michael and Sakaki talking.
She didn�t mean to eavesdrop, but she had the feeling they were talking about
her.

�Okay, she�s gone now,� Michael
said. �What is it that you�ve been so eager to tell me, Haruto?�

�Okay, okay, hold your horses.
Around twelve last night, I went to Robin�s place to talk to her about what�s
been going on with her and Amon.�

�And what�d she say?� Michael asked.
Sakaki shook his head.

�We didn�t get to talk. I think she
was sleep. I heard Touko on the phone though, and she said something that kept
me up all night thinking about it.�

�What?� Michael asked. Sakaki didn�t
respond right away.

�Well�� he said. �Whoever she was
talking to was trying to tell her that something she did was wrong. She kept
saying stuff like, �well what did you want me to do?� Like, �we did some
bonding and if we�d have done what you wanted us to do it would have turned
heads.� She said that nobody was wise to them. I�I think she was talking to
Amon.�

�What time did you say this was?�
Michael asked.

�Midnight.�

�No�it wasn�t Amon,� Michael said.

�He was working then?� Sakaki asked,
a little confused.

�Y�yeah�� Michael said.

�Oh. Well, I don�t know who she was
talking to, then,� Sakaki said. �Or who she was talking about. But my first
suspicion was that she was talking to Amon about Robin. They hung out on
Wednesday, right? I mean�that�s why Robin wasn�t here, right?�

�Right,� Michael said.

�That�s probably who she meant,
then. But who was she talking to, do you think? I mean�couldn�t Amon have
stepped out while you were listening to music or something?� Sakaki asked.

�No,� Michael said. �I kept an eye
on him all night. He never reached for his phone once.�

�Oh,� Sakaki said. �Well�what do you
think?�

�I don�t know what to make of it,�
Michael said. �One day, everything�s just as it always is, the next thing you
know, all this happens.� Robin gripped her coffee cup tighter as Sakaki and
Michael began to whisper their conversation.

Had
Sakaki stopped by that night to talk to her? She was asleep around midnight, but she had gotten up when she heard
noises in the apartment. When she checked, she saw that Touko was moving around
the apartment as if she was looking for something. Nothing was wrong and so
she�d gone back to bed. Back� Sakaki said he was there and that he overheard
Touko on the phone. Saying things�Robin would rather she not have said.

Did Touko�? Was there something
wrong again? Robin thought she and Touko made up. She was being so nice to her
lately�what went wrong? Robin gripped the cup harder. She felt used somehow.
Inside, she felt like maybe it was Amon who spoke on the phone with Touko. Even
though Michael said he was at work, he couldn�t possibly have watched him the entire time.

Robin lost her appetite. She looked
down at her coffee and closed her eyes. She felt bad towards herself, and she
hated it when she felt that way. She felt like she�d been had, duped. She
didn�t want to be in that situation again. She had to speak with someone. She
wanted to talk to Michael, desperately. Then it dawned on her.

Everyone talked to Michael, didn�t
they? He was the only one who was always there, and the only one who always
listened. He would know all sides, wouldn�t he? He might even have know something
more about Amon that he wasn�t telling Sakaki. Robin loosened up. She would
talk to him later, and find out if he would help her. If not, she�d be on her
own.

Amon

Amon stepped through the elevator
with Karasuma and Doujima behind him, his eye immediately going over to Robin.
She was sitting with her head down, holding a coffee cup. She wasn�t moving.
Was she sleeping? Amon made a face at her and moved into the main room. Sakaki
and Michael looked like they were up to something. Michael gave him a smile and
Sakaki tried to look innocent.

�Good morning,� he said to the both
of them, and moved around the desk.

�Mornin� Amon,� Sakaki said. Amon
looked at Michael�s computer. He was playing a game.

�Don�t you two have work to do?� he
asked. Michael shook his head.

�No,� he said. �And besides, even if
we did, can�t we take a break?� Amon looked at him and then at Sakaki.

�Hey, Amon,� Doujima said. He looked
at her.

�What?�

�Why don�t I take Sakaki and Robin
with me this time?� Doujima suggested. She had the type of look on her face
like she was about to do something annoying. �We might have more luck with
younger people around me.�

�You�re so witty, Yurika,� Karasuma
said. Amon looked at Michael. With Doujima, Robin and Sakaki gone, only
Karasuma would be left. Karasuma liked to ask questions, but at least her
questions were relevant. Maybe he could talk to Michael again without the
heaviness of the previous night. Amon looked at Zaizen�s door. He felt angry
suddenly.

�Yoo-hoo, Amon,� Doujima said. �What
do you think?�

�Fine,� Amon said. �Take them with
you. Make sure Robin�s up to the task. I think she�s asleep in the hall.�

�Asleep?� Doujima asked, putting her
hands on her hips. She shrugged. �Come on, Sakaki, we should get going.�

�Oh, why do I have to go?� Sakaki
complained.

�Well, what have you done all day,
besides convince Michael that working should take a backseat to your boredom?�
Karasuma asked. She was joking with him the way Amon liked. He had no idea why
he liked it; it just made him feel comfortable with them. Michael chuckled and
Amon felt even more comfortable.

�Whatever,� Sakaki said. He got out
of his chair and stretched as he followed Doujima to the elevators. Karasuma
sat down to work. Amon remained behind Michael.

�Michael, can I see you in the
conference room?� Michael made a face as he looked at Amon, then he smiled.

�Give me a sec,� he said. Amon
nodded slightly and walked towards the room.

Michael

Karasuma turned a little in her
chair, looking at Michael as he stood up.

�Be careful,� she said. �He�s not in
the best of moods this morning.� Michael nodded to her as he pushed his chair
in.

�Thanks for the heads up,� he said.
He went to the conference room. Amon was sitting at the back of the room on a
ledge that faced the length of the room. Michael could barely see him at first,
but as he walked over, he became clearer.

�Is Zaizen in?� Amon asked.

�No,� Michael said. �He went out for
breakfast with somebody.� Amon nodded.

�I�ve been thinking about what we
talked about,� he said.

�Me too,� Michael said. Amon kept
his eyes down. Michael scooted back on the ledge, not so embarrassed by the
fact that his legs were shorter than Amon�s and didn�t touch the floor without
him tilting them. He swung them a little.

�I know I told you that you didn�t
have to tell me why you were afraid of my betraying your trust more than the others,�
Amon said. Michael leaned towards him a little.

�You want to know, right?�

�Yes.�

�If I don�t tell you, are you going
to be upset?�

�Yes,� Amon said. �But not towards
you.� Michael found that interesting. He asked about it.

�Who would you be angry towards?� he
asked. Amon leaned back very slightly. It was dark in there without anything
turned on. That, added to the fact that Amon�s hair covered the sides of his
face, Michael couldn�t see his expression. Amon didn�t speak. Michael leaned
towards him slightly again. �Yourself?� he asked. Amon nodded.

�Yes,� he said.

�I get it,� Michael said. �Well�I�ll
tell you, but I don�t want you to start acting weird about it.�

�You think I will?� Amon asked.

�I have my concerns,� Michael said.
Amon leaned back completely and rested his back on the wall. His legs were
spread and his hands were resting loosely between them. His eyes were still on
the floor, but Michael could see his face better now. He looked sad. Michael
took his glasses off and blinked a few times, then put them back on and looked
at Amon again. He still looked sad. It was probably just because it was dark.

�You don�t have to say anything,�
Amon told him.

�I thought it over all last night,�
Michael said. �I want to. It�s just that�I have this fear of rejection, you
know? I suppose everyone does. But�I dream about it every night, because I
experienced it firsthand. It was a terrible experience, you know? It haunts me.
But�ever since I met you, when I have that dream, you rescue me from it.� Amon
made a slight movement. Michael kept his eyes elsewhere as he went on. �And
since then, I haven�t been afraid as much. I feel more confident in what I do.
I don�t feel useless anymore�and I started to like being here.�

�Would you�tell me what your dream
is about?� Amon asked. Michael began to remember the dream vividly, and felt
hesitant. But Amon hadn�t flipped out about it, so he decided it wouldn�t be a
bad idea.

�I�m in my parent�s dining room, but
it takes me a while to remember where I am. At first, it�s real dark, but then
the door opens at the head of the room. It�s opening really slowly, and my dog
runs out at me and I play with him. I�m never worried at that part, you know?
Never anxious. Before, when I�m alone, I�m a little anxious, but once Junki
comes in, I�m not anymore. There�s this light coming in from the door, because
it keeps opening, and I notice that there�s food around. After a while of
having this dream�I just starting figuring that Junki and the food were my
sense of comfort, you know? Well, the door opens all the way, and there are a
lot of people there, and they look angry, and disgusted. Then�I realize that my
parents are standing in front, and they�re just like�glaring at me, really bad.
Junki�s not there anymore. I still can�t figure out where he goes.� Michael
paused. Amon�s hands met and he folded them.

�What happens next?� he asked. He
sounded like he was listening, and really wanted to know. Michael took a moment
to appreciate his interest, and continued.

�My parent�s kick me out again.�
Amon looked at him when he didn�t say anything else.

�Could you elaborate?� Michael�s
chest felt tight. He became nervous. He�d never heard Amon speak that way
before. It wasn�t what he was used to. It was more the way he spoke in his
dreams when he rescued him from his parents.

�They tell me that I�m not allowed
to come back,� Michael said. His eyes began to water. �They tell me that�I�m
not�that I don�t carry the family name anymore. They insult me, and their
friends are jeering are me. I keep telling them that I never meant to go back.
I say that every time. In the beginning, I would turn and run, and I�d kept
running but I wasn�t going anywhere. The entire dream would be me trying to get
away, but still being able to hear them yelling at me.�

�What happens now?� Amon asked.

�I turn to run and�I run into
someone. At first, I�m scared, because I think it�s one of the guests, but
then�they say something encouraging and I�realize it�s you. You�hug me and tell
me it�s going to be alright�� Michael sniffed, maintaining just enough control
to keep tears from falling. �You take me away from them somehow. Once you hold
me, the noises stop. It�s dark again, but I�m comfortable again, you know?�
Amon nodded.

�Your parents�kicked you out?� he
asked. Michael nodded. �Do you know why?�

�Yes, but I don�t want to say it.�
Amon nodded again. He turned slightly towards Michael.

�What is your family name?� he
asked. Michael�s eyebrows dipped slightly.

�M�ller,� he said.

�Is that why you changed it?�

�Yes,� Michael said. �I prefer it,
even over Michael.� Michael looked at Amon. �Amon�? When�we�re talking, and
it�s just the two of us�do you think you could call me Lee?�

�Yes,� Amon said, nodding slightly.

�Thanks,� Michael said. He sighed
and sniffled a little bit more as he sat back and relaxed a little. The worst
part was over. �So�that�s why,� Michael said. �I�ve sort of developed a comfort
zone with you� I tell myself that you�ll be there for me�and�I can�t imagine
you turning your back on me. You�ve never done that�in my dreams or in reality.
I couldn�t take it if you did.� Amon moved towards Michael slowly. He reached
up and put his arm around his shoulder.

�Lee�?� he said quietly. Michael
tensed. Amon was warm, and smelled faintly of cologne. He breathed silently,
but Michael could feel his pulse as he leaned closer. Michael couldn�t bring
himself to look at him.

�Y�yes, Amon?� Michael could feel
Amon�s eyes searching for his.

�I promise you,� Amon whispered, �I
will never turn away from you.� Michael slowly lifted his face to look at Amon.
Amon�s eyes seemed deep and large, even without sufficient light. There was no
doubt about it; he was being serious. Michael took in a very sharp breath as he
went to speak, averting his eyes to the floor again.

�I�ve read books before�� he said,
�where the authors say things like, there was so much to see in such-and-such�s
eyes, or, they showed me so much through their eyes, and all of that.� Michael
rubbed the side of his face, surprised by how warm he felt. He knew he was red,
but he didn�t know he was hot. �That�just happened to me. Like�tenfold.�

�Lee�?� Amon whispered, pulling him
closer.

�I�really mean a lot to you, don�t
I?� Michael asked quietly. �Never�thought I meant much of anything to you.�
Amon shook his head, breathing out very softly.

�When I first met you, I knew there
was something about you that I liked. We�ve never had anyone like you on our
team before, and so before anything else, I respected you, even though you were
young. You�ve matured so greatly, even more so than when you came here. You
were�stronger than anyone I�d ever encountered, but it was a silent strength�a
very distant strength�� Michael chewed on the inside of his bottom lip. �Lee�?�

�I just didn�t think�� Michael shook
his head and his eyes settled in his lap, where his hands were moving about
each other, giving away his nervousness. ��that you noticed me��

�You�re more than just a member of
the team to me.� Amon�s tone was adamant. Michael�s eyes darted sideways,
coming into contact with Amon�s again. Everything was still there, and Amon�s
face was soft. Michael felt anxious. He�d never been a situation like this
before. He knew it wasn�t that
common, but still. To be in it so suddenly� He felt like he hadn�t had anytime
to prepare. And he didn�t know what to do.

�What�am I to you�?� he asked. The
fingers of the hand of the arm that was around Michael�s shoulders slowly
touched along the sharp line of Michael�s chin. Michael�s breath caught again,
and his cheeks darkened with color. He found it alarming that he couldn�t think
when Amon did that, and it was even more frightening when he realized he was
moving.

Michael turned his face and body
towards Amon and slipped his arms around his body. Amon�s eyelids lowered
somewhat, but Michael didn�t stop. He pressed forward from the seat and lifted
his face towards Amon�s.

�Lee, you�� Before Michael�s mind
could process the fact that Amon was speaking, Michael felt his lips connect
tightly with Amon�s. Michael felt Amon tense and pull away. �Are you sure?� he
asked, his breathing heavy all of a sudden. �I mean�after�what happened with
Touko?�

�Your�judgment�matters, too,�
Michael said. �Do you think you can be with me�or�do you think you�ll�� Amon�s
arm hooked more tightly around Michael�s shoulders, bringing him closer to kiss
him. Michael�s heart banged against his chest and he found that he, once again,
couldn�t form a coherent thought. Amon released his lips, but stayed very close
to him, his lips moving about the side of Michael�s mouth as he spoke.

�I�m afraid�� he told him. Michael
nodded in understanding, and squeezed Amon in what he hoped was comfort.

�I want to try,� he said. �I want
to�at least try��

�I do, too.� Amon said. He looked
like he was debating something with himself internally. Michael smiled at him
slightly.

�Don�t think too hard, you might
hurt something,� he joked. Amon gave him a comical look.

�You and that sense of humor of
yours,� he said, shaking his head slightly.

�One of the many things you love
about me?� Michael asked, batting his eyelashes.

�Why am I ashamed to admit it?� Amon
asked.

�So can I brag about you to
everyone, or no?� Michael asked.

�No. I don�t want things awkward
here. And besides, half of us already know, so I don�t think it will take the
others long to figure it out.�

�Doujima maybe,� Michael said. �I
wonder about her sometimes.� Amon chuckled slightly and Michael did, too. �So�are
we going to do it or what?� Amon looked at him like he was crazy. �What?�
Michael asked.

�What the hell kind of question is
that?� Amon asked.

�One I�m the most curious about. You
never once complemented my good looks, and so I�m curious as to whether or not
they�re a basis of your attraction to me.�

�They are.�

�So�are we going to get intimate?�
Amon rubbed his chin.

�I�ve never been in a
relationship�where my partner just flat out asks that.�

�There aren�t many mes in the world, I�ll tell you that,�
Michael said. �I just want to know.�

�Would you like to?�

�Hell yeah,� Michael said, his eyes
wide with surprise that Amon felt he had to ask. Amon shook his head, and
chuckled again.

�We�ll see,� he said. �You�re like a
kid in a candy store.� Michael nudged Amon�s shoulder.

�And without having to check out the
merchandise, I know exactly what I
want.�

��

Oh, thank heaven, you�re fired,
section seven! I feel I must explain the part about Michael wanting to be
called Lee. In my opinion, I think Michael is a very fitting name for him, and
I wouldn�t usually change it, but it�s a little difficult for me to focus on
his character in certain situations (the main of which occurs in section eight)
because my dad and my brother have the same name, and it gets distracting. @.@

Confused? Just ignore my silliness.

Thanks for reading and please
review!

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