Chapter 3 - Chapitre Three

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Disclaimer thingy: I do not in any way, shape or form, own Witch Hunter Robin, or Read Or Die. I do, however, own Isaac Faustus, his soon-to-be-revealed-Craft-power, and all members of the Anton clan, and their powers. There now.

Also, this chapter is a bit sappy. (Chapitre 2 may have hinted the reason for this…evilness for ever!)

I'm sad: I don't know Robin-chan's roommate's name. Poopy.



Black Roses: Chapitre 3



“Robin, there's someone here to see you.” Touko sounded muffled from behind the door.

“Who is it?” Robin asked, as she finished fastening her dress, and grabbed the ties that she used for her hair.

“A boy. He said that it's work-related. Problems at the office?”

Robin's brow furrowed. “A boy?”

“Yeah. He said his name is Isaac or something like that.”

“I'll be right out.” Robin called, hurriedly tying the strip. She exited her room, and turned the corner into their dining area. “Oh, Isaac! I wasn't expecting you to be here.”

Isaac nodded. “Good morning, Robin. Sleep well?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“That's good. I thought you might prefer some company on the way to work. I brought a cab. It was very nice to meet you.” He said to Touko.

“It was very nice to meet you, as well. Oh look at the time, I must be going now. Robin, I'm going to be home late tonight, so can you make dinner?”

“Yes, of course.” Robin said.



“Isaac, you never mentioned my question.” Robin said as they drove to STNJ. “What you did with the paper, is it your Craft power?”

Isaac stared out the window. “No, it's something else. A few agents at the Library are able to do that. They're called paper masters. We can manipulate paper, make it bullet-proof, and even create weapons out of it.”

“Then what is your Craft power?”

“It's difficult to explain. You have to see it, to understand.” He switched into Italian again. “Umm, Robin, what I was going to ask you yesterday. Would you like to have-”

“We're here. Raven Flats.” The driver shouted.

“Thank you. Yes, Isaac?” Robin asked as she exited the cab.

“Nothing.” Isaac replied. He mumbled something angry-sounding in a language that Robin didn't understand.



“Well, we've got the report on Cecily. It seems that, as Isaac said, she doesn't use the Craft. Or at least, not the true Craft.” Michael typed something, and it popped up on the other screens in the briefing room. “Cecily's power is similar to hypnotism, but it works on the entire conscious mind. If, say, you fall unconscious, then it can't affect you. Amon was lucky. It says here that Cecily had put another girl into a coma, and had asphyxiated a boy at her school. She's as bad as her father.”

“But we don't know who's been killing those people.” Amon said. Despite the fact that he'd been ordered to take it easy by the Chief, he was still working at his job.

“Actually, we think it might be the son. He's been out of town for a few days, and is returning to his and Cecily's motel room. Isaac, Robin, Karasuma, Sakaki, and Doujima: I want you to wait at the motel and intercept this-Ellis.” Kosaka ordered. “Amon, you stay here with Michael and work on finding out if Ellis is our witch. And I don't want any protests out of you, Amon. Clear?”

Amon sighed. “…Of course, sir.”



“Okay. Robin and Isaac, I want you two to stay in here. We'll be next door, and if you need anything, we'll hear you.” Karasuma pointed to Cecily's now vacant room.

“Of course.” Isaac said. “Say, did anyone see where I put my suitcase?”

“Here, you left it in the car.” Robin handed him the case. It was incredibly light, due to the fact that it only contained paper.

“Thanks, Robin.”



“Isaac, what have you been trying to ask me?” Robin asked as the two of them sat inside the dark motel room, waiting. Isaac was sitting in a chair next to the door, and Robin was perched on the bed, so that Ellis would assume that she was the only occupant.

“Umm,” Isaac stared at the floor. “Robin,” he said in Italian. “Would you like to have dinner with me, this Friday?” he blurted out.

Robin's response was cut off by the sound of the lock clicking.

“Cecily, I'm-who are you?” Ellis demanded. “Where's my sister?”

“I'm Robin Sena. Could I ask you a few questions about your father, a Mr. Titus Anton?” Robin asked, being careful not to look at Isaac.

“Yes?” Ellis asked, not moving.

“Did you know anything about what happened to your father, on the night that he died?” Robin asked.

Ellis gazed down. “Yes, I do. He said that he was going to steal the book, the one that would eliminate our powers. That way, he said, we could live like normal people. He didn't come home, and a few days ago, we learned that his body was found in the river. That same day, we found out that the books we needed were being sent here, to Japan.”

“Mr. Anton,” Isaac asked, standing up. “Could I ask you what your power is?”

Ellis started. “I didn't see you there.”

“That was my intent. Now, can you answer my question?”

Ellis sat down on a second chair, and flicked on a lamp. “My Craft power, it lets me change the way that people perceive reality. Like, if I wanted to, I could make it so that you two would think you were in an entirely different place, without actually being there.”

“Interesting.” Isaac muttered. “So, you aren't capable of what your father was able to do to the agents?”

“What do you mean?”
“Your father, he used his Craft power to frighten two agents of the Library to death.”

“That's impossible. My father couldn't do that. His Craft power was to start fires.” Ellis stared up at Isaac.

“Wait, your father was a fire-starter? But I was there. I saw a sphere of black light emerge from his hand, and envelop the two agents. When it cleared, they were dead, with terrified expressions on their faces.”

“No, my father could only start fires. That was it. He used to make jokes about how we saved a fortune on matches, because of him.” Ellis insisted.

Isaac knocked on the wall. “In that case, Mr. Anton, could I ask you to come back with us? We might be able to use your expertise on your family to help us.”

“What?” Karasuma asked as she entered the room, Orbo gun drawn.

“Miss Karasuma, could I ask you to put that away? Ellis here is being quite cooperative.” Isaac motioned for her to put the gun away. “You two as well.”

“Who are you?” Ellis demanded, fearful.

“Mr. Anton, we work for a group called STNJ. Our job is to stop witches from using their powers to harm others.” Robin said. “We just want to ask you some questions. If you would come with us, please?”

Ellis nodded dumbly.



“This is impossible. Even Karasuma proved that Titus was just a fire-starter.” Isaac closed a book and returned it to a shelf.

“Isaac, could I talk to you for a moment, in the hall?” Robin asked.



“Yes?” Isaac asked.

“About the question you asked me earlier. About dinner.” Robin said.

“Yes?”
“I-I'd like that. I'd like to go out to dinner with you.” She replied.

Isaac's face lit up. “Perfect. I found a restaurant downtown awhile ago. Is eight o'clock a good time for me to come and get you?”

“Yes. So, Friday at eight?” Robin asked.

“I'll be there.” Isaac replied.



Hands…hurting….can't…write…more…fiction. More will come.

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