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.