Usuyami no Sekai

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Seconds became into minutes, minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days. And still no sign of Robin. Life was slipping away within every moment. Why would he even bother, he knew she was never coming back. But everywhere he looked, there she was. Taking forms of unusual objects that were taken for granted, people he seldom saw on the streets.



“Where are you Robin?”



There was no answer. But as he raised his head up, looking up at the sky, Amon could have sworn he heard Robin’s voice against the wind. Her voice was just like the wind, only it didn’t whisper hopeless memories. Amon resumed his walking, although he never walked down this street, Robin did. And he never could understand how he managed to find his way around there.



He continued walking.



Walking, that reminded him of her, but then again everything did.



Passing by stores that were selling stuff that were even strange to him, seeing as he was around electronics and the most advanced technologies ever made, it was still ironic that he didn’t even bother.



“If you could just give me sign…let me know where you are?”



Clouds began to form above, making him feel like something was actually going right. Rain was what he loved most about her, although she was more like the daylight, Amon fantasized of Robin withering underneath him in a darkened street, or even in a room, the rain pounding against the windows, muffling their cries of ecstasy as Amon pounded Robin, screaming his name when she let go. How he longed for Robin’s touch, how he wanted to feel her firm breasts, squeeze them, and make her moan.



Just thinking about his fantasies made him shiver, he could’ve sworn that he was getting hard. Amon hid himself between two buildings. The only company he had was that of a heap of clothes that concealed a body, whether it was dead or not, Amon didn’t care.



Facing him was a huge poster of a new product for sale at almost every store. There was a girl, probably no older than seventeen. She was dressed in fine clothing, almost looking like lingerie or some sort of fancy outfit. She had long wheat colored hair that spilled down to the middle of her back and spilling around her shoulders. Her emerald eyes that gleamed against the laminated paper, those fiery emerald orbs filled his vision, they consumed Amon. Her pale skin, which was untouched by the sun. He wondered whether he was seeing things, rubbing his eyes Amon looked back at the picture again, and he realized he wasn’t dreaming. He was looking right at Robin. His heart was racing, pounding against his chest, and he wondered whether the body lying on the floor would hear it.



Amon closed his eyes and pictured Robin in front of him, but she wasn’t a poster, she was flesh and bone. Slumping against the wall, Amon closed his eyes and let his thoughts take over.





“Amon, where are we going?”



“You’ll see in a minute…please trust me”



Robin looked at Amon, her hand was grasped in his, covering it completely, his strong grasp making her feel protected.



It seemed that Amon was leading her to a motel; she wondered above all places he would take her.



“Why are we going here?”



Amon didn’t answer, hoping she would back out on him if she did; he kept his reply to himself.



For a motel, it looked pretty good, comparing to all the other places they were forced to stay at, he was happy that he had found this place. The wallpaper looked somewhat cheap and badly done but other than that, there was nothing much to complain about. The owner gave them their keys without questions and wishing them a good stay.



Their room wasn’t at all that they expected. Thinking that all the rooms were cheaply made and rotting from within, this came to a complete shock; there was a queen size bed and two mahogany bedside tables at either end with each a small lamp. The floor was not of a cheap rotting carpet, but of plywood that was furnished and polished, making it look like it was already bought like that. A nice size lamp was hanging from the ceiling, giving them enough light during the night, curtains of deep colors made the room at exact temperature and mood. The bathroom was white and pale mauve with both a shower and a bath. Which smelled strongly of lilacs and ylang yland. There was no kitchen since there was a small buffet area attached to the motel.



Amon looked around and liked what he saw, and saw that Robin was getting used to her surroundings. She admired the fact that the motel was like a fancy inn that would be located in town.



“Robin…”



Amon was whispering her name as he came behind her and wrapped his strong arms around her small frame. Relieving in his embrace, Robin reminisced in his scent. His grip tightened around her as she placed her hands on his strong forearms.



“I’m going to take a bath”



Amon let Robin go, he walked to the bed and saw that the cleaning maid provided mints beside the pillows. The bed was somewhat soft, but nonetheless it would be a change for one instead of the beds that cut into the back due to the thin mattress and thick metal bars.



The sounds of the water running diminished and were replaced with splashing sounds as Amon heard Robin getting into the bath.

The door was ajar at a crack, and he could just make out the outline of Robin sitting in the tub, the water chin high, steam evaporating from the bathroom.



Getting up from the bed, Amon made his was quietly towards the bathroom, Robin oblivious to his staring. Gazing at her nude form, he nearly exploded in his pants. Droplets of water clung to her body as she washed herself with a bar of soap. Ripples in the water were formed due to her moving around, ripples that surrounded her body and bounced off the inside of the bathtub. Amon was standing there, amazed at such a lovely sight, something so simple and yet so erotic was mounting Amon’s temptations to just go in there and claim Robin and make her scream his name. He watched her wash herself, her hands moving along her body in a sexual way, almost making her look like an amateur at this.



“Oh gods, Robin”, he whispered, barely audible for her to hear.



Amon watched Robin a little longer, running her hands through her hair, slipping into the water, her wheat locks wet and dripping.



Slowly taking off his jacket and throwing it to the floor, Amon’s eyes were glued to Robin. He started to unbutton his shirt, he stifled a gasp when the cold air met contact with his heated skin. Kicking off his boots and started to unbuckle his pants, releasing his raging member. His slate eyes showing yet no emotion, but Amon was burning with desire, like Robin had used her Craft against him, scorching his very soul. Walking in, Robin turned around and gasped. There before her was Amon, and he was baring all that there was to see. His eyes set on Robin like a predator on its prey. Kneeling down at the edge of the tub, Amon gazed into Robin’s green depths. How he loved getting lost in her eyes, how he reminisced that nothing could penetrate them.



Robin tried to cover herself with her arms, but Amon held them back. Gazing at her wet, naked body, images flashed through his head as he did so. His mouth was going dry, his throat parched, his heart racing. Robin was looking straight at him. Her heart was pounding in her ribs, words were stuck in her throat, she wanted to say so many things, but she was frightened to even voice them.



For moments, nothing was said between them, there was nothing needed to be said. Robin’s eyes gave her away, but she remained an enigma to Amon. On the contrary with Amon, he was a master a concealing his emotions, his eyes made Robin question her own sanity. She wondered if Touko had these sorts of feelings towards the dark hunter. But just when she thought of her former room mate, a surge of hatred coursed through her, Amon felt her Craft radiate off of her.



Amon placed a hand on her forehead, her Craft diminishing. Robin relaxed and let out a sigh that made Amon wince. He came undone entirely.



Lifting her chin with his finger, Amon gazed into her eyes once more before closing the gap between hunter and hunted. His lips were crushed against hers. Robin moaned into his kisses, which sent him to go utterly insane. Amon grabbed Robin, making her lean out of the tub, but she grabbed Amon’s shoulders and pulled him into the tub with her.



“What are you doing?”



Amon didn’t answer, but so far he couldn’t let go of her; caressing her wet body with his cold hands, she moaned into his mouth, which made him buck his hips, in turn made her feel his increasing erect manhood. She let out a sigh, and grinded her hips against his.



“Please don’t let this be a dream”, Amon whispered



“Don’t worry, it’s not…”



Yes, I know, it’s a cliffhanger in the middle of the best part, but anyways like I wrote, no reviews no story…NOW REVIEWS!