The End IS Never The End

Sadsally is back, and here to stay. Some of you might have wondered or noticed that I have not updated anything for quite some time. Believe me I have been dying to write again, well I have been just not on the computer. With my computer being a big pile of twisted metal as of now. But I saved all my change and bought a new one. This story was posted on animespiral.com some time ago, but I revamped it and am now reposting on both Animespiral.com and AFF.com, I will soon be adding a chapter to Traitors Embrace, Inhuman Creation, so for all of you who are waiting just stay with me a little longer. I might be even adding a sequel to this story in the near future. ~ Enjoy

The End Is Never The End
Amon/robin paring
I do not own WHR, but you knew that already.

Ch 1 The Note
Amon was still in the shower when the thin envelope was slid under the door of his two room two bath apartment. The person responsible for the envelope quickly left the apartment door and out to the street not wanting to receive any of Amon\'s wrath. It was 6:00 in the morning and Amon told Robin he would pick her up at Nagira\'s at seven.

It was a month after the factory had been destroyed. The STN-J was still intact and running. Hunting changed little; the only change was that with out the orbo they had to kill the witches. Every time Amon would reload his gun he would see the fear in her eyes. Amon hated it, he hated that he had caused Robin to fear him, the fear in Robin’s eyes crushed him every time.

Amon was always thinking about Robin and the horrible things he almost did to her, he hated him self for it. He would sit by Robin in the car and want to say something to comfort her. Nothing would come out, Amon was afraid to show any emotion to anyone let alone the now 16 year old fire witch he secretly cared for deeply. “She is a witch” , Amon said as he left the warmth of the shower with a black towel around his waist. “A very powerful witch, the most powerful witch in the world”. Amon was grateful that Robin still had faith in him. “She still trusts me after all I did to her, trusts me but fears me.” Only when Amon was alone would he let his true feelings shine through his cold exterior.

He quickly changed into his normal attire and headed to the kitchen for a glass of juice. He stopped dead in front of the door when he saw the envelope. Amon jerked the door open in hopes of seeing the person who delivered the envelope. Not a soul was in the hall way, picking up the envelope and shutting the door; Amon took a seat at his small table and opened the envelope taking out a single sheet of paper and started to read it. In the back of his head he knew it had to do with Robin.

Amon
I write this to you half because I want to see Robin as well as you happy. It’s obvious to me that you’re feeling run deep for Robin. I was at first bothered that Robin is only just turned 16 and you are ten years older then her. All that changed when I really looked at the way you acted with Robin, especially when you think no one is looking. I have never in all the time I have known you seen you smile, except when you smile at Robin. You thought no one was watching so you let it slip. It was clear to me then that you cared and possibly loved Robin then and still do. So I would tell her soon because you are not the only one who has shown an interest in Robin. Michael too likes Robin very much. Please take what I have written to heart.
But now what’s more important I don’t know when or by whom but Robin is still in danger, Not only by hunters but by witches. I can feel it that Robin is in trouble still. I hope that I am over reacting to all this that way you two will not have to worry about anything other then what movie to watch in bed. But for now please take care of Robin.

The letter ended there with out the author of the letter being published. Amon’s curiosity was more then sparked. “Who the hell wrote this” he said aloud to his lonely apartment. He thought it could be anyone. “ even though the letter says Michael likes Robin as well it could be Michael putting that in to make me not think it was him, but what if he does like Robin” even Nagira was a suspect to Amon. “He was always giving me a hard time about mine and Robin’s relationship, who the hell wrote this”. The thought alone that his brother had some insight into Robin that Amon did not made his blood boil. Amon knew that Nagira liked Robin “he likes her far too much” the letter he still had in his hand crumpled in Amon fist. He hated that Robin called Nagira’s building home.

Amon looked at the clock “if I don’t leave soon I will be late to pick up Robin” he stuffed the note back into the envelope and put it in his night stand by his bed. The thought that Robin might somehow see the note made Amon nervous. “True I do love Robin I know that now but im not ready for anyone to know especially Robin to know that I love her.” Amon hurried out the door down to his car to go get Robin.

He thought about what the letter had said. * I saw you smile at Robin* it was true he remembered perfectly each time he did something as bold as to smile or even to touch Robin. Amon at first tried to refuse the truth of his own feelings for Robin. Not just that he loved her but that he wanted her, that he needed her like he needed air. “ I am in love with a witch”.

Amon surprised himself with the sudden burst of emotion, but he felt a huge lift from his mind after he spoke it aloud. Amon would often be in his car with Robin and would find himself staring at her neck and lips. Then he would start to dream about kissing her in the same places. Amon would always catch himself and shake the idea away. But now he let himself drive his body crazy with the idea of making Robin his.

Amon was right on time to pick up Robin. When he pulled the car up Robin was leaning against the building speaking to Nagira. When she saw Amon pull up she poked her head out around Nagira who was standing in front of Robin. “You’re late Amon” Nagira said as Robin got into the car. Robin smiled at Amon “no your not your right on time” Amon did not bother to respond to Nagira, but as he drove off Nagira winked at him * or at Robin*

Amon observed Robin from the corner of his eye. Robin was wearing her hair up in its normal style, she wore her regular black dress and wine color gloves the only thing she was without was her long jacket of the same color. Her jacket had been destroyed during the fall of the factory. Amon grabbed Robins hand and started to run, fire started to appear and close in on them. A burning piece of debris fell and fit Robin forcing her out of Amon’s grasp and on to the floor. Her jacket caught fire; Amon pulled the jacket off of Robin while he pulled her back up. The force of the hit dislocated Robin’s shoulder, they made it out of the factory just in time for its final collapse. They stayed in hiding for a month while Robin healed.

Amon watched Robin while he drove to the STN-J. Robin kept rubbing her hands together, for the past week it had been cold and rainy. Amon stopped the car in front of a small café. Robin looked to Amon to inquire why they had stopped, without answering Robin, Amon got out of his car and went into the small café. He first only purchased hot tea for Robin then bought himself one not wanting to appear like he was thinking only about Robin.

Amon reentered the car and handed the tall foam cup of tea to Robin. “Its tea not coffee” he said plainly. Robin took the cup gratefully from Amon. “Thank you Amon” Robin could not help but look surprised. “What is it Robin” Amon asked coldly. Robin sipped the hot tea before answering “I am just surprised you knew I didn’t like coffee” Robin smiled at him warmly and continued drinking her tea * im much warmer now* Robin glanced over to Amon and smiled to her self * Amon is nicer then he lets on *.


The STN-J was in sight now, Amon secretly wished to just keep driving and go back into hiding with Robin. He loved the comfortable silence he could share with Robin, nether of them spoke much naturally so both Robin and Amon enjoyed not having to kill time with stupid chatter. Amon had been thinking about the letter he had received that morning when one sentence got his attention again. * Robin is still in danger, why would a witch be after Robin* Amon pulled into the STN-J parking lot. Amon took one last glance at Robin and got out of the car and headed to the elevator, Robin right behind him.

It was oddly cold in the Stn-j that day. Robin tried to hide and stop her chattering teeth before anyone noticed mainly Amon. It might have worked had Amon not been staring at Robin’s lips. The elevator ride was fast, the doors opened and both Amon and Robin walked out and joined the others in the office.

Sakaki and Karasuma were sitting by each other talking. Michael like always was typing away at his computer. When Robin entered behind Amon Michael right away fixed his eyes on her. Amon remembering what the note had said about Michael liking Robin decided to keep his eyes on the young hacker. * Robin is mine Michael* he said to him self before speaking “ Michael is there anything that need to be done” Michael painfully took his eyes off of Robin to look at Amon “ no Mr. Amon, it has been a slow morning” “ and a slow miserable week” interrupted Dojima. “Sorry if im late, Robin can I talk to you real quick, thanks” Dojima grabbed Robin’s wrist and pulled her away from Amon into the opposite corner of the room before Robin could even breathe.

Every one turned their attention to the two talking girls. “I wonder what that is about” said Sakaki to the group. Robin just stood some what wide eyed and every once in a while she would shake her head yes or no. during the conversation the phone rang, Michael answered. Dojima took Robin by the arm and started to pull her to the door “we will be back soon”.

As Robin was pulled past Amon she flashed Amon a pleading look that said please help me. “Dojima wait” Amon called after her “what we were just…” Michael interrupted her “Mr. Amon a witch has been murdered, her body was just found” Amon looked at Robin who pulled her self free of Dojima ‘Robin lets go” Robin gave Amon a very relieved look. In a few minutes they were back in the car.

Robin said softly to her self but Amon heard “that was close” Amon in spite of him self gave a quick laugh or at least a sound that could be interpreted as a laugh. Robin looked at Amon who was looking at her and blushed. “ thank you for slowing her down, when Dojima wants something she can not be stopped” “ what did she want” “ she wanted to take me clothes shopping, then she said something about a double date, both I don’t want to do with Dojima” Amon wanted to say something more but decided against it.

Halfway to the crime scene it began to drizzle. Robin looked at the rain with dread, she was already freezing and the rain would just make it worst. Robin with out noticing started to rub her arms to warm her self up. Robin might not have noticed but Amon did. * Robin is so frail, small wonder she is not sick. I wish I could warm her up * Amon stopped him self there, they had arrived at the crime scene so as much as Amon wanted to keep thinking about Robin and himself under a thick blanket with Robin in his arms he had to concentrate on his job.

Amon got out of the car; Robin had to push her self to go out in the rain. She walked behind Amon, Robin was freezing and worst she was getting wet. Amon started to unbutton his trench coat, Robin stopped at his side. Amon briefly spoke with the cop that found the body. A small tarp was set up above the body but it was only big enough for the body.

Robin was so busy with the body and her own thoughts of freezing to death that she did not notice when Amon took off his trench coat and draped it over her shoulders until she stopped shivering and was actually warm for the first time that day. Amon watched Robin’s reaction which took a minute to even realize what he had done. She looked at the jacket around her strangely, and then her gaze fell on Amon who was kneeling down looking at the body “Amon” robin honestly did not know what to do or say.

“Yes Robin” he avoided looking at her. * If I look at her I don’t know if I will be able to stop my self* “ thank you so much Amon but what about you I don’t want you to get sick” her words warmed his heart. “Don’t worry Robin, I never get sick.” Robin smiled at Amon. “Thank you again”. Robin snuggled her face in to the big trench coat. * It smells like Amon, like clove, Amon is so handsome.* Robin was surprised by what she just thought and the feelings they created with in her. “She was shot to death” Amon broke the silence. “If she was already dead how did they know she was a witch”? “ when she was discovered their was a blue electric light coming out of the body, the officer said that suddenly the light flew away down the street.” “Oh” Robin simply replied.

The witch looked about the age of 20, she was tall and thin, blond hair and had light green eyes. Amon right away noticed the similarities between the dead witch and Robin. Amon put it aside for now as a coincidence. They finished their business quickly and were back in the car. Both Robins and Amon’s hair were soaking wet. Robin noticed how handsome Amon looked with his hair wet and with it clinging to his jaw and neck. Robin also let her eyes scan over Amon’s body. With out his trench coat Robin for the first time was able to see the shape of his body. The normally loose fitting long sleeve black shirt Amon wore was clinging to his arms and shoulders from the rain. Robin saw how perfectly toned Amon was and desperately wanted to see Amon with out his shirt.

Robin quickly stopped her self hoping to god that Amon had not seen her checking him out. * Why am I thinking these things about Amon, im half his age*. Lucky for Robin Amon did not notice Robins eyes on him, Amon’s jacket that was now pulled around her hid Robins face from him.

A/N who could it be who left that note for Amon. Review and take a guess.