Fandom: Weiß Kreuz
Pairings: none...in this one
Disclaimer: I wish.
Warning: It's Crawford/Ran-ish.

Summary: Crawford just wants to sleep...really.

Eyes (1/3)

Crawford couldn't sleep. That fact alone was aggravatinghim to the highest degree.

Every time he closed his eyes, images of his latest vision flashed behind his closed eyes. Nothing clear, really. The only things he could see were strange colors and blurred forms. Even though the vision was obscure, it didn't seem ready to leave his mind just yet.

He turned his head toward the bedside table where the digital clock was sitting.

2:48 AM.

It was ridiculous.

He had absolutely no reason to not fully appreciate these rare hours of peace and quiet. Between Takatori, his team and his Plan, he rarely had time to rest properly. And now that he had the opportunity, some vision he could not even understand was bothering him. He didn't even know if this glimpse of the future held something that really mattered for his goal or if it was completely useless—and annoyance.

//There was soft pale skin under his fingers, wetness against his left ear, strong hands that held into his shoulders with something akin to despair...and he saw eyes. Almond shaped purple eyes. There was red everywhere, bloodlike. But it couldn't possibly be blood, because blood wasn't pleasurable to run one's fingers through...and blood was not as soft as silk... //

Oh, yes. It WAS an annoyance...

But, why, why couldn't he stop thinking about it?!

He was pissed. He wanted to shoot someone...

Crawford sighed. He had to calm down. Being pissed would not help him at all. He absolutely had to sleep, it wasn't an option.

Even if he didn't look like it, he was exhausted. And being exhausted was not a good thing when your name is Brad Crawford. He couldn't afford it. He had too much things at stakes. His freedom. The freedom of his team.

"Maybe I should take some of Schuldig's sleeping pills." he thought sourly. The telepath sometimes needed them when his mental shields were too weak from the constant chaos of others people's minds. He didn't like the idea of having to depend on something, even something as little as some over the counter drugs. "It was such a weakness," he thought "when people rely on things, on people to help them."

He sighed again, this time more irritably. He could think about it tomorrow!

He angrily pushed the sheets away and went to the bathroom where he kept the sleeping pills. He didn't trust Schuldig enough to let him keep them. Sometimes, the redhead just had no sense and he would take too many in hopes that, maybe, he'd fall asleep sooner so he could escape all the thoughts his brain was involuntarily picking up. There had been an incident where he nearly had an overdose, and since then, Crawford kept the pills out of Schuldig's hands, and no amount of pouting, or glaring from the telepathic redhead could sway him.

He quickly swallowed two pills, and almost ran his way back to bed. When he was comfortable enough, he looked the clock again. 3:12. Damn.

Crawford lied on his back, trying to calm down. Soon enough, he was falling in a most deserved sleep. The last thing he would remember seeing/feeling...

//The skin under his fingers was so soft, the body was pliant and willing and warm under him, giving as much as taking. There was a distinct odor of flowers, and a soft laugh, so quiet, almost forbidden.//

He growled.

"Who are you?" his mind asked. Again, there was that soft laugh and a flash of purple.

"You have to find me first."

And then nothingness.

tbc...