Amamizu

By Genkischuldich


When the first droplets had begun to fall, people had moved indoors. It 
began as tiny ripples at first, becoming a human flood as people left the 
streets.

In the grey silence of the storm, Crawford stood still. There was nothing 
left in the world to predict; nothing but the predictable drumming of rain 
on the city. His head swam as he felt the fat droplets fall on his skin, 
becoming veins of water which snaked down his face.

Crawford looked at his partner through rain-flecked glasses. Schuldig was 
waiting for him, his eyes had narrowed and his arms were clenched into 
fists by his side. Water cascaded off them, his jacket dark with water. The 
city had not stopped its mental chattering, and Schuldig's power had not 
quietened; he was unimpressed.

He felt the time stream in his head and flowed around the upcoming future 
with fluid movements. Nevertheless, laughter splashed against his mind as 
his partner drank in his thoughts, suddenly entertained by the fact he cared 
enough to give a moment to pause in the storm and drown outside his own 
psychic talent. That he'd devote even a small fragment of his power to 
hiding his feelings was amusing.

Crawford stood in the rain for just a few more heartbeats, a melancholy 
smile etched into his features. Then it was gone, and on he walked.