Her Hell

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Her Hell
Chapter:22

Confessions



The muffled sound of activity brought Robin from her slumber, looking to her right she noted Amon\'s bed empty. Thinking nothing of it, she began to stretch out the stiffness and begin her day. Just as she rose to sit on the edge of her bed the door opened. Amon entered with two plates, the scent sent her stomach into rumbling fits of hunger. Smiling she accepted the plate offered and began eating.

Amon watched her with interest, more openly than he had in the past. He had thought long and hard about last nights events, and while it still troubled him he had to admit that part of him wanted to accept the prophesy and allow things to progress as they would. Yet part of him still struggled with the idea of it.

\"Robin\"

\"Hai?\"

\"Have you thought about what the old man said?\"

\"Hai\" she answered, a pink stain creeping into her cheeks

Before he could ask further she spoke again \"Amon, I have accepted my roll as a witch, I know you worry that you may one day become one . . . the unease is not mine, but is yours\" She stated.

His expression was a gammit of many emotions, none clear or distinct. Rising he strolled across the few feet that seperated them, to sit beside her. After a moment or two of silence he reached up to cup her chin.

\"Robin do you realize the wieght you are asking to bare? I worry for your safety and happiness, you have endured so much because of this calling and now you ask to endure more, I do not want to be one that will bring you pain\" he explained.

\"Amon I know what I take on, I accept that, however I know his words are true. If i do not follow this path my life will end as quickly as it would take to pierce my heart with one of solomons bullets, but if that is my destiny then so be it\"

Amon\'s heart quivered at the thought alone. Could he allow her to walk this path alone? Did he WANT to allow her to do this alone? He realized quickly that his only resistance was accepting his heritage, allowing the seed to sprout. Could he become what he had run from for so long? In truth he had stopped running shortly after meeting Robin. She\'d pulled him into her world, accepting him as a whole. This little vixen\'s powers were far more than elemental, they were spiritual, emotional, and had managed to consume him.

Without hesitation he pulled her to him, lowering his head towards hers. With a short breath he captured her lips with his own. The kiss was deep, and sweet, and pleading. He needed to know this was real. Pulling away their eyes locked. The words he wanted to speak were there, but he was unable to force them from his lips. The spell was woven, yet he knew to voice his emotions would break it, shattering the illusion of bliss they shared together at this very moment.

A silver tear trailed down her cheek, drawing Amons attention. \"Robin?\" he asked softly

Standing she shook her head, dismissing it. Amon reached for her, claiming her wrist in his hand. \"Robin, what is it?\" he asked.

After last night she knew it was fruitless to hold in her feelings, she\'d traveled and fought for her life beside this man, now apparently their destiny\'s lie with each other. What else was there to keep from him?

\"Amon, I know in your eyes I am but a child . . . yet I have lived the life of a woman for so long. I know my heart and where my loyalties lie. My heart chose you long ago Amon, I have and will love you forever\" her voice was soft and crisp, never wavering with unease at the words she spoke. There was a soft conviction behind them.

Speechless Amon sat silently, wieghing her words in his mind. His heart was screaming for him to speak, to chant those words of endearment for her ears. While his mind rebelled, reminding him of what path he would be chosing for himself if he did so. \'the answers are in the heart\' His heart ached, he wanted to speak the words that his heart had held for so long.

Stepping up to her, his arms wrapped around her instinctively. Buring his face in her flaxen hair he spoke softly for her ears only \"Robin, I only fear causing you more pain\" Her arms wrapped around his waist tightly. Silent sobs escaped her tortured soul. His pain and fear became her own, as the realization of what lie ahead of them hit her 10 fold. The rational part of him knew things would only become more complicated with the addition of emotions. \'Yet the emotions are there, spoken or not\'

\"You fear causing me pain, yet to follow this path with me could mean both our deaths\" she murmured against his chest.

\"Do you think I could allow you to leave me and face death alone?\" he asked in a matter of fact tone, tightening his embrace.

\"I think we should ask Kira if we can speak with the old man again\" he stated, earning a soft nod from his companion.

Pulling away he looked into her eyes. \"We will face this together Robin, I won\'t leave your side, even in death\" he promised.
\'Robin you are a child in years alone, your soul, and your heart are wise beyond your years\'

Smiling gently she gazed into his eyes, in them she saw what she had longed to see for so long. She saw the love, and as much as she longed to hear him say he loved her, she would not pressure or push, she knew Amon was a man who had prided himself on control. To give in to something that precious, that fragile would mean he had given in to weakness, and Amon was simply not the kind of man who would do something like that so easily. She would bide her time, waiting patiently and hope that he would or could return those words someday.

He pressed his hand against the small of her back to lead her out, she went willingly. They soon spotted Kira, she appeared to be heading in their direction.

\"The old man is waiting for you\" she informed them

Holding onto his placid expression he nodded, leading Robin to the old shack they had visited the night before. Somehow he wasn\'t throughly suprised the old man was expecting them. Perhaps this visit would be slightly more informative.

Upon entering they noted the shack wasn\'t much brighter than it had been the night before. Once again a small candle lit the interior to the best of it\'s ability. Once they were urged to take a seat they both did so, side by side.

\"Have you accepted this destiny?\" he asked the couple

\"There are questions left unanswered\" Amon stated rather cooly

\"The course of your destiny is unchanged, not all answers are easily given\"

\"You say this path is something we must do, yet I am nothing more than a seed, I carry no powers\" Amon\'s irritation was growing.

\"You were born a seed young man, yet things have changed have they not?\" he asked

Sensing the anxiousness rolling off Amon the old man turned to Robin, \"Would you allow me to speak with Amon privately?\"

With a nodd she rose to leave, leaving Amon sitting within the confines of the small shanty alone with the mysterious man.

\"What do you know of your mother?\" the shadowed figure asked

It was a simple question, yet powerful beyond reason. Amon remembered that day, he remembered the smells, the sounds, the taste of bile in the back of his throat when he looked into his dead mothers eyes. He could clearly recall the emotions that plagued him that day, the feeling of abandonment he felt, this was the day his anger at his father for never being there changed to blackened hatred. His mother never spoke poorly of his father, made excuses for his absense, yet Amon could not bring himself to forgive. Had his father been there, his mother might be alive today, he could have had a normal childhood, happy memories, and he might be able to relate to his heart on a different level. Yes it was a simple question, yet the old man knew nothing of the depth of it.

\"Turmoil, you blame the blameless, harbor hatred with the depth of your soul, the truth has been denied\" the old man murmured loud enough for Amon to hear.

\"You know nothing\" Amon growled

\"Abandonment knows no home here, theirs was a death out of salvation, they died fighting for your freedom\"

\"My freedom? She died because she was a Witch!!!\" his temper was no longer under control, Amon\'s blood now boiled over yet something stilled him from rising and attacking the old man slumped over in the shadows.

\"Your father died, one year before she, protection of your name brought his death, unfortunately there those who knew, it was they who claimed your mothers life, they have also met their end, your mothers death has been avenged\"

Amon released a low growl, animalistic in nature, but the old man continued.

\"They were part of a coven dedicated to the protection of witches and seeds, you see, your path has been clearly written for centuries, we merely waited for yours and Eve\'s birth. Protecting our kind till you both took your rightful places\"

\"You tell me things you cannot prove, paint fairy tales and legends and expect me to play along, what do you hope to gain old man?\" his voice held anger, contempt and frusteration, the truth he had convinced himself of was being shredded and thrown in his face, all he held in his heart for what life was expected to be now changing at this old man\'s whim...he was a man of black and white, facts held truth, not simple words.

After several seconds shuffling sounds could be heard in the old man\'s proximity. A moment later a large leather bound journal was handed to him, opened and book marked. There, half way down the page he saw his mothers name, his fathers name . . . and his. \'Amon Akira Takahashi \"Our light\"\' For the first time that he could recall he was speachless, utterly and completely speechless. He\'d asked for facts, hard cold black and white. This was more than that, this was another life.
\"You love her, yes?\" Yet another simple question, but deeper than the simple answer he was requesting.
Finding his voice he simply said \"It\'s more complicated than that\"
For the first time the old man chuckled slightly. \"Love is always complicated, it\'s give and take. You fear something simple, something you realize should not be a factor, you love her, yes?\"
Oddly it was easier to confess his heart to a stranger than to say them to the women he held them for. \"Yes, but . . \"
\"She\'s so young\" the aged voice finished for him. \"Yes she is young in years alone, as you have noticed yourself. There will always be that gap in years, does it matter not when your true soul has rejoined you?\"
Eyes locked on the figure \"My true soul?\"
\"Your souls are as one, each bearing the others half\" the old man supplied.
\"She\'s my soulmate?\" Amon asked more to himself than to the old man
\"Hai, why do you question what you already know?\"
Amon\'s mind was in a daze. He needed to think, to remove himself from this old man\'s presence and mull over what he\'d been told.
As if reading his thoughts the old man told him he was free to go, due to his needed rest.

His eyes once adjusted to the sunlight spotted Robin, playing with some children near the fountain. Oblivious to his appearance he took the opportunity to slip off quietly. Finding a secluded spot still within visual range of Robin he allowed his thoughts to drift to what the old man had said.

They died protecting me, witches, their kind. \'I would guess your disappointed I learned to hunt them, mom\'
This destiny, how does one change their life completely, go from being the hunter to being the hunted. \'I\'m already the hunted, the second I chose to follow Robin\' Robin . . . so young, so much to bear. To be hers the way I want to be, would mean taking her innocense, that which makes her pure. How can I ask that of her? Is she even prepared for that kind of bond with a man?
He watched her bounce around playing, and giggling with the children. Her hair was loose today, whisp of tendrils blowing across her delicate face. The long skirt flowing around her ankles, giving her the illusion of floating on air. When a small child fell scraping their knee Robin quickly set about cleaning it with fresh water from the fountain, tearing a small piece of fabric from her underskirt to wrap it in. Soon the child was placed upon Robins hip. Never aware of the dark eyes that watched her from afar.
She cares for others so purely, never afraid to show affection, love or concern. Even with the weight of all this she still manages to smile and find laughter in her heart. \'She\'ll make a wonderful mother\' She\'s never really been a child at all. She\'s Robin, the woman I love and will protect with my life.
He realized several things in that moment. He could not allow harm to come to Robin, he\'d never be able to face another day should her life be wiped from existance. He also realized he could never take her life either. And that by running from his past he was denying his mothers blood, and even his father. Slowly the darkened image of his father began to come to view. There was so much he had not known, perhaps there would be a time he could discover the truth, learn more of who he was, where he came from. Perhaps that too was his destiny. Ultimately the decision would be up to Robin, however he would do his best to be honest with her.

Slipping back into the open, his gaze was met with hers, a small smile rested upon her lips as she joined him to retreat back into their cabin.


A/N:
The next few chapters might be a lil rough I fear I have gotten out of practice with the writting. Bear with me. Thanks for the kind reviews, glad you are enjoying the story. And for those who are wondering, I do fully intend to complete this fic.