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When All Is Said And Done	By : iJ3i Category: +S to Z > Witch Hunter Robin Views: 4026 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Witch Hunter Robin, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Introduction: Uhh�hello! Welcome to the
final frontier! Ha ha ha! I hope you dig my little ficcy here. It�s pretty
yummy, when it�s not angsty. There will be a lemon (or perhaps, lemons) in later chapters, but we gotta
build up to them first. Patience is a virtue, ya know? This is written in
multiple points of view and will focus on different characters from time to
time, but mainly on mah main man Amon and his relationships. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Amon is struggling. On one
hand, there�s Touko. On another, there�s Robin. And slowly creeping up from the
shadows of his mind is someone he never expected. He can feel himself slowly
changing, embracing his final object of lust. But can he really turn his back
on everything he�s always known?

Disclaimer: I don�t own Witch Hunter
Robin.

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Amon

Beep. Hello, Amon? It�s Touko. I know you wanted to shoot for Wednesday, but
I think tomorrow would be better for both of us, don�t you? Please, give me a
call as soon as you get this message, no matter the time. I�m looking forward
to hearing from you..... Goodbye.

Amon stared at the phone. A red
light blinked, and the machine informed him that that was the last message. He
sat back, and placed his hand in his chin, listening as the machine rewound the
tape. He didn�t want to call her. He didn�t want to meet her Tuesday. He didn�t
want to meet her Wednesday, either.

He leaned back further and looked
straight ahead out of the large floor to ceiling window that framed the back
wall of his living room. The city lights gleamed on the outside, blurred slightly
by the haze of the evening, and the dewy moisture left from the passing storm.
He stood up and went over to the window, placing his hand on the mullion,
unconsciously avoiding putting his palm on the window pane.

He wouldn�t call her. He�d let her think
he hadn�t checked his messages, and therefore Wednesday would have to be the
day. He shook his head at himself on the inside. This wasn�t going to work. He
couldn�t avoid it and he knew it. He looked towards the phone, and his
cowardice faltered. He walked over to it, picked up the receiver and dialed Touko�s
number. It was about nine in the evening, and he was sure she�d be home. She
was.

�Hello, Amon,� she greeted. She was
happy to hear from him. She was always happy to hear from him. He didn�t return
the feeling, and that lack of reciprocation was how he knew.

�Touko,� he said.

Touko

She was used to his coldness. She
smiled over the phone and sat down on her plush armchair. She crossed her legs.
She always felt that if she looked presentable, it would somehow reflect how
she seemed on the phone. She wanted to seem at her best at the moment, and so
she poised herself in that manner.

�So, you received my message?� she
asked.

�Yes,� Amon said. �We�ll meet
tomorrow.� She smiled heavily, hoping that he could sense it.

�Great,� she said.

�Touko?�

�Yes, Amon?�

�I�ll come to you. Don�t dress up. I
won�t be long.� She paused momentarily, not expecting that from him. She nodded
slowly to herself. He was just being coy.

�Okay,� she said. �I�ll be sure to
dress accordingly.�

�I�ll be there at ten. You�ll be
home?�

�Of course,� Touko said. �In fact,
you can come a little earlier if you�d like.�

�No. I�ll be there at ten.� Touko
smiled again.

�Great,� she said. �I�ll see you
then?�

�Yes.�

�Goodnight, Amon.� Amon hung up. In
all the phone calls she could remember, he never said goodbye to her. Touko had
a reason for that. She convinced herself that Amon was among those who were
afraid to say goodbye; afraid that in saying goodbye, it would guarantee a
final goodbye. Touko smirked at Amon�s suspected sensitivity.

She reached over to her end table,
picked up her glass of wine and sipped it slowly. Robin wasn�t home yet and she
still had time to relax. She was probably staying late talking with Michael
again. Touko shook her head at that. Didn�t that foolish girl know that Michael
had no interest in her? She was always feeding him doughnuts and hanging around
him at the office from what Touko�d heard. Touko pressed the wine glass to her
lips. And the way Robin acted around Amon was laughable at most. Amon loved Touko,
he�d never go for someone as young and as foolish and as unsettled as Robin. He
wanted someone sleek and sophisticated; grownup and intellectual.

Touko smiled again and stood up. So
Amon thought he�d only stop by for a moment, did he? Touko took her glass with
her into her bedroom. She sat it down on the end table near her bed and opened
the door to her closet. She looked inside for the perfect thing to wear,
changing her original pick now that their plans were different. She pulled out
a silky midnight blue dress and shoes to match. That would do.

She opened the second drawer on her
dresser to search for underwear. She looked back to the dress, then back to the
underwear drawer. No. No underwear. She closed the drawer promptly. Just the
dress, and�perhaps some hor d�oeuvres. Excitement tickled her senses as she
went over what she wanted to happen Tuesday night. She was just hanging the
dress up to air it out when she heard keys at the door.

Robin

She was tired. Her back ached
terribly from leaning over her desk all day, and her eyes were drooping from
exhaustion. She tried to arrange her keys with one hand, as the other held a
plastic bag. The keys slipped from her hand and hit the floor with an
unsettling clack. She sighed heavily and looked down at them. She waited a
moment before she kneeled and picked them up. She used both of her hands to unlock
the door that time, then pushed it open.

Her eyes immediately went to the
floor. Touko�s shoes were sitting in the entrance. She was home. Great.

Robin liked Touko, but had the
nagging sense that Touko despised her. She wasn�t sure what she�d done to make Touko
feel that way about her. She always tried to treat her nicely. In fact, she was
positive that she did. Michael once told her that being too nice could be
damaging. Robin didn�t see how.

She went inside and moved towards
the couch. She sat down and placed her bag on the floor next to her feet. She
sighed, sat back, and began to take her hair down. Touko came from her bedroom
and leaned against the wall, arms folded and expression superior. Robin looked
down. She hated when Touko gave her that look. She was going to ask her to
leave again.

�Amon�s coming over tomorrow night,�
Touko said. �I�ll need the apartment empty. Arrange with Michael to stay at the
Flat, alright?�

�Okay, Touko.� Touko moved away from
the wall and went into the kitchen. Robin didn�t watch as she fiddled around in
there. She thought of Amon. Nothing particular about him, but enough about him
to make her smile to herself. In her thoughts, she could imagine what she
wanted. It wasn�t necessarily to be with Amon, but just to be accepted by him.
She would be; she just had to wait. She found it silly that that was her basic
goal as a worker for the STN, but at least she had something to work towards.

Amon

It was getting too late to stay
awake. Amon lay in bed, face up and staring at the ceiling. He reached over and
shut out his lamp. Tuesday would be more eventful than he wished. In the still
of the night, it was quiet and chilly. Under the sheets was warm and comfortable.
Amon closed his eyes. Since when did going to sleep become the highlight of his
day? At least in sleep, he could dream, and in dreaming he could live without
restraints. He could live as he wanted. And he could forget life as he knew it,
if only just for a portion of his day.

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Section one
is done! Dontcha wanna know what will happen Tuesday night? Huh, huh? ::a la
Field of Dreams:: If you review, I will update�

Peace out!

kaj
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