A/N: Well, this is going to be my first ever attempt at writing a Witch Hunter Robin fanfiction. So, though your constructive criticism is appreciated – please try and be as nice as you possibly can. I haven't (at this time) actually seen the very last few episodes, since I'm not there yet, but I know everything that generally happens (Curse you, Anime Insider Episode Guide! Yeah, I used to subscribe to that magazine, and never realized I might actually one day get to WATCH Witch Hunter Robin, so I read it because the show sounded cool.), just not the exact quotes from people, or the exact way it happens. So, if it's a bit off, please forgive me for it — hopefully, the rest of the story will make up for it.

Spoiler Alert: Though this is probably pretty obvious, considering this takes place AFTER the series as a sort of continuation, for the first chapter, I will say this. This story will contain potential spoilers to the end events of the series. If you have not seen the last episodes (I'd say things pick up from episode 11 on to the end) and you don't have an idea as to what happens already (due to reading an episode guide, like me, or something similar), and you DO NOT want the end events spoiled — wait until you've watched the rest of the series before reading this story.

Disclaimer: Witch Hunter Robin doesn't belong to me. The characters, the settings, the story... they all belong to Sunrise, Bandai Visual, and Bandai Entertainment. The characters belong to the original author/creator, NOT me (unless by some freak chance I add in an OC that I create myself, which, if I do, I will specificially mention.) No copyright infringement is intended. This story is for my enjoyment, and the enjoyment of whoever chooses to read it, only.

Witch Hunter Robin: The Eve Of All Witches

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Chapter One: Prologue

The fire spread quickly, engulfing most of the factory in a matter of seconds. The screams from the still captive witches could be heard, but they must be ignored. They were nothing but tortured souls now – incapable of living outside of the factory, incapable of doing anything. Putting an end to the suffering was the only humane thing left to do.

Karasuma fled the factory before it exploded, glancing back once more in the direction of where Robin and Amon had stood. Though she found it difficult to understand, she knew that she had to make the others believe that the two were dead. Robin, as a witch, would always be hunted if it was made known that she had survived. Particularly considering what destiny seemed to have in store for her, she would never be able to rest peacefully. And Amon... he had agreed to be her protector. In the eyes of the world, the two had to be considered dead, or they would never have a chance at survival.

As she finally made it outside, she jumped to get as far away from the factory as possible as the flames finally caused the building to explode. She fell to the ground, rolled back to a sitting position, and stared back at the flames as they grew higher. All she could hope was that Robin and Amon had made it out, as they had intended.

"...Amon and Robin. Are they?..." Dojima asked, walking towards Karasuma. Karasuma looked down at the ground.

"I don't know. It doesn't really matter." She hated sounding so indifferent — she had worked with Amon and Robin. She knew them, to a point, and if they had actually died... there was no way she would sound like this. But even if they hadn't, it was true what she said. It didn't matter — they would be gone regardless.

Dojima said nothing, only smiled faintly, as if she knew somehow of their plan. Perhaps she did — that Karasuma should sound so uncaring and indifferent wasn't very likely if it was a known fact they had died. They could only hope that the STN, the police... anyone that would still be looking for them, wouldn't search for the bodies. After the intense explosion the factory had just experienced, if they were still in the building, it was a good possibility that there wasn't anything left of them anyway.

"Please be alright," Karasuma whispered, just loudly enough so that only she could hear it. She closed her eyes tightly, as if silently praying for their safety, before standing up and looking towards the other members of the STN-J she had come to know.

Michael, finally allowed out of the building, stood looking on at the factory in apparent shock. Sakaki looked sad — he had grown to accept Robin as a part of their team, and he had always looked up to Amon.

Amon, who had always come to get Sakaki out of tight spaces when it came to hunting witches. Amon, who had always been the one thinking straight, the one who acted as a sort of leader to them.

Dojima was still smiling as if she knew everything, and Karasuma shook her head, glancing back once more at the flames.

"Let's go." She said after awhile. "There's nothing left for us to do here." Michael and Sakaki almost appeared shocked, but did not object as they turned their back on the factory for the last time.

—

The flames around them were giving off intense heat, the smoke still managing to make its way in their lungs. Robin covered her mouth in hopes of blocking it out, but it was no use.

Amon looked once more at Karasuma's retreating back as she ran from the building. She did not look back at them, and he knew that if they made it out alive, she would not be the one to give away that they had survived. He turned back and saw Robin staring around her, watching the flame rise up and nearly engulf them. He had made a promise, a commitment — he would protect her as he had said he would.

"Let's go." He said to her, beginning to move forward in the opposite direction of where Karasuma had went. Robin nodded, and began to follow. They began running, but Robin stopped, closing her eyes tightly. Amon noticed she was no longer following close behind him, and began walking to where she had stopped. "What's the matter?" He asked her, sounding concerned.

Everything around her had become suddenly blurry, so she grabbed her glasses from her pocket and put them on. When her vision did not improve, she realized it wasn't her power that had dulled her sight — it was the pool of tears in her eyes, threatening to spill over. She reached up and wiped them away, hoping Amon wouldn't notice. It was a lost hope. She put her glasses back on, and smiled faintly.

"The smoke is just hurting my eyes a little, that's a—" The sound of part of the factory behind them exploding cut her off, and they started moving again, realizing the risk once more. Amon stayed behind Robin this time, seeming to be ensuring that she did not stop again until they were outside.

He was suddenly shouting something at her, but Robin could hear nothing. She couldn't hear the sound of the flames crackling, couldn't hear any of the witches screaming from within the factory. It wasn't until she felt the weight of Amon's body hitting her, knocking her to the cold ground outside, that she realized what he had been saying.

Landing on the ground hard, she felt her breath being knocked out of her. When she could finally breathe freely again, she reached her hand up and put it on her forehead, closing her eyes. All she wanted was to stop the world from spinning...

Behind them, the flames surrounding the factory grew higher, more intense in their heat. The black smoke from the fire was coming off in extreme waves, polluting the air. Amon realized he was still above Robin, and carefully moved off of her, making sure not to hurt her in the process.

Everything that had happened in the past few days, all came down to this moment. It would be so easy to walk around to the front of the building, and show everyone they were alive. To tell them they had survived the fire — they were okay.

And yet doing so would be dooming Robin to a future of — nothing. As soon as they realized she was alive, they would surely kill her. Even if they stopped the hunters sent after her, more would come. There would always be people in the world with a resentment towards witches. Even Amon, who had come to accept Robin — to believe that she, despite being a witch, deserved to live — even he still carried a resentment towards witches.

Robin stood up and walked over until she was standing next to Amon. She refused to look back at the factory.

"Please, let's just leave now. I... I can't stay here any longer, or I might..." She trailed off, suddenly allowing the emotions she had allowed to be bottled up inside of her out. Tears were now flowing freely from her eyes, and she turned away, not wanting to be seen. Feeling guilty, as though he could have somehow prevented her emotional pain, Amon reached out for her. Robin backed away, and before he could stop her, she was running from him.

He understood her need to be alone — some people needed others around them when they were sad, to feel comfort. Robin wasn't that kind of person — she was the type to sit alone, in the dark, crying silently. Yet now wasn't the time for such royalties — they had to leave, and quickly.

"Robin!" He called out, trying to stop her. She glanced back at him, appearing apologetic, before continuing to run. Amon slammed his fist into a tree nearby, frustrated. He may have understood her desire to be alone, but there was no time. And for her to be alone...

—

It wasn't much longer until Robin stopped running, breathing heavy and looking back. She could still see the glowing flames at the factory, but if Amon was still there, she didn't see him anywhere. She fell to her knees on the ground, wrapping her arms tightly around herself as she sobbed freely.

It was one thing to find out that her existence was so important to so many people. Yet another to find out she had helped bring people like herself to a place to be tortured. Even harder to find out that the people she had grown to see as friends, would never be able to see her again. That they would have to believe she was dead — gone, forever.

Growing up in Italy, she had been sheltered from many aspects of the world. Perhaps it had been in her best interest at the time, but now, she was still only a kid in many ways. Finally meeting people she could be around, rely on to a point if necessary, and even that was being taken away.

All of this, because she had an important destiny before her. Kurosawa, the doctor who had taken the lives of the sinful and used his power to give that energy to the lives of the innocent, had asked her if she would embrace her destiny. At the time, she had no idea of what her destiny might be. She hadn't even been sure if such a thing truly existed. Now she knew, that at least for her, it did. It had been decided before she was even born — it had been the only reason she was born.

The perfect witch. The Eve of witches. It was so vague! How was she the Eve of witches? What was expected of her? To have children, to create more witches in the world? Or was it meant for her to commit the new original sin? Was she just as destined to doom witches as she was to save them?

I wonder... what the others would think of us, if they knew we were running. Would they agree it was the right thing to do? Or... would they think we were acting only as cowards? If... if they knew that we were alive, would they one day hunt us? I'd like to think... that it wouldn't even be possible. That we were safe. But... Amon...

"Robin?" Robin heard her name and turned, seeing Amon kneeling behind her. She sighed and looked back at the factory. Some of the flames had been put out, though the building was beyond saving.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have run off. This isn't... the time for that." Robin said calmly. Any emotions she had been releasing previously were now back inside of her, bottled up until the next time she couldn't keep it within any longer. Amon stared at her for a moment longer, appearing as though he wanted to say something. Instead, he stood up and began walking away.

"Come," He called over his shoulder. "We have to leave here before they try and search the rest of the premises." Robin nodded and stood up to follow. With one last glance in the direction of where the other members of the STN-J were, she whispered "Goodbye," quietly, as the wind carried her voice away. With that last goodbye, she followed Amon silently.

—

"Do you think we will be safe here?" Robin asked, looking around. Amon had taken her to an abandoned house that he said Nagira had suggested to them. Though she trusted Amon's brother not to disclose their location to anyone that would be looking for them, it didn't mean that they would necessarily be safe in a location he recommended.

"I don't think we'll be safe anywhere as long as we remain in Japan. However, it will be difficult to leave Japan without being identified. We need to come up with a plan — perhaps get new identities entirely, if we can get the right people to assist us. For now, we're as safe as we're going to be, and at least we can be comfortable and aware of anyone sneaking up on us." Amon glanced out the window — they were just on the outskirts of the main city.

"You better get some rest," Amon told her after awhile. "You can take the bedroom through that door. I think I'll stay up for awhile yet." He dropped a bag down at her feet, and upon taking a look at it, Robin realized it was some of the clothes she had left behind.

"Thank you." She replied quietly, grabbing the strap of the bag and taking it into the room Amon had pointed to. Amon nodded to acknowledge he had heard her, before turning to stare back out the window.

Robin closed the door behind her and looked around the room. There was one large window next to the bed, it's corners filled with cobwebs from not being cleaned or even touched in such a long time. The room itself was very musty, and, feeling herself get stuffed up, Robin opened the window allowing the fresh air to drift in.

Some day... I won't have to hide. When that day comes, I'll... I'll come back. I promise, I will. Robin sighed and began getting changed into some nightclothes. Tomorrow was a new day.

A/N: This isn't overly interesting or great, I realize, but give it a chance — it is only a prologue so to speak for the story. And again, I realize that the beginning could very well be a huge inaccuracy, since I haven't actually SEEN the episode in question, but give it a chance. Any constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated! (As long as you offer some form of advice, and don't just say it sucks, and that's it. Just because hearing something sucks doesn't really help me improve.) R&R regardless of what you have to say!