R_M : Am listening to Goo goo doll's Iris . Am just in the right mood to write this . I suggest you do the same while reading this .

WARNING : ( Literal ) insanity and sadness here . Crawford may seem like an OOC here okay ? ( T____T ) it makes me sad ...

It may seem to be yaoi this one , you might ask me if it is . I won't tell you . Just take it as it is and make your own conclusion .

Arigatou to my two faithful reviewers . I'm grateful that people like you still follow my fic and review .

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Crawford breathed deeply ; his breath making a seemingly loud rasping exhalation to him . He plucked his glasses and wiped the lenses with his pristine white handkerchief as he slowly walked towards the large white complex .

The guards greeted him courteously , he was , after all , the leader of Schwarz . No matter how useless it seemed to him now . He nodded his response ; blankly rigging of an automatic reaction that others would recognize .

That was exactly what he was feeling - blank .

With a derisive snort , he strode purposefully into the hallways ; trying to mend his façade . It was no use showing them the truth . People were not meant to know the truth .

He did not need to flash any identification nor did he have any need to rattle off his name . Everyone in the compound knew Bradley Crawford .
Soon , he was being escorted through the intricate circuits of the building . A maze of hot-white halls and blinding lights . After what seemed like a brief moment ; they stopped in front of a large door ; white , like everything around it . They seemed to have decided to camouflage everything in the building with this hideous color .

White .

Weiß .

Ken Hidaka was a Weiß ... before he made the mistake of making him a Schwarz .

Weiß was white ; and they were black . A gray area could never exist . One must win over the other or both must be destroyed .

How could he have ever thought that they could ?

And now he paid with his teammates . Dearly .

" We're here Mr. Crawford ."

He snapped out of his thoughts when his guide , the head doctor in the facility , spoke softly ; as if intimidated by the tall man beside him .

He nodded his assent and waved the man away .

" But sir , I must warn you that -."

Crawford's head snapped sideways , his sharp eyes flashing in fury . " Leave ." His tone was calm ; yet lethal . A combination that no one could help but be terrified of .

The man's nerves seemed frayed , he stumbled backwards and merely nodded . He glanced nervously at the guards beside the door and said in a frazzled tone . " Wait for Mr. Crawford's call ." before stumbling away .

The sentries held their stun guns on one hand and opened the door for Crawford . The first leading to a second where two similarly white-clad guards stood by .

It was the final door to Mastermind's cell .

An involuntary shudder crept through his spine .
The one of the two guards whispered into a black radio , obviously requesting clearing to open the cell .

The door was opened with just enough space for him to pass through ; and was closed immediately after , its automated lock falling into place .

The first thing he noticed was the stench ; an odor so strong that he had the urge to turn back and slip through the door . But , he restrained himself . Indeed , his discipline was too great to do that .

After all ; this was the least he could do after he brought all this misery into their group .

The room was dark ... no , dim . He could remember someone telling him that Mastermind hated the bright lights and would go into a frenzy whenever they were turned on .

He snorted . Schuldich must be tired of the color of his room .

He waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness and let his eyes roam around the surprisingly large room .

It was a surprisingly large area , roughly twenty square feet , padded , from what he could discern , from floor to ceiling with cushions .

Here and there were evidences of human refuse ; murky blotches .

Crawford was almost thankful of the dimness .

But he couldn't see Schuldich . There was no figure huddling in the corner or throwing tantrums . Mastermind was simply not there .

His precognition warned him in a blinding flash of images ; and he threw himself forcefully against the wall as a shrieking pile of claws and teeth fell from above .

The animal he had become landed on the soft cushions , pivoted and launched himself at the American like a spitting wildcat in full fury , his eyes wild , bloodshot and on fire ; his mouth foaming .

He wrestled with Crawford .

He was surprisingly strong . But , Crawford supposed , all madmen were like that . It was all he could do to keep the other from biting into his neck or scratching out his eyes .

Crawford had come prepared . He whipped up a small syringe and injected its contents into Mastermind's neck .

He slumped forward into Crawford's arms , unconscious .

Gently , he turned Schuldich over in his arms and his heart constricted at the sight .

It was lamentable . Crawford had never experienced such a potent sadness before in his life .

Schuldich's former glorious hair was limped and dry ; full of tangled knots . His pale face and arms were full of angry scratches , marks of clawing nails in full ferocity . There were open wounds everywhere . And under the rabid foaming , his teeth had become a dubious shade of yellow ...

A sigh so deep issued from Crawford's thin lips ; and he whispered so softly .

" Why ? Why all this for him ?"

The figure in his arms did not reply .

" Do you blame me ? Am I to blame ? ... forgive me ..."

He brushed the mangled hair aside ; his heart tendering in a way he had never experienced before . " Did you become like this because you take upon yourself his death , or is it because you want to die ? Answer me ... I ... implore you ..."

Crawford started to shake forcefully . He had no idea why ; no thought on how to stop it ... thankfully , there were no cameras inside .

Schuldich was slowly coming to . The sedative was effective and should make him more subdued as Crawford intended .

Glazed jade eyes stared at him dully . Crawford could see dusty flecks of gold in those green depths . It was almost as beautiful as it was before .

Crawford allowed himself a thin smile as he gazed down at the child-like countenance of one whom he had before regarded as a friend and ally .

" Do you remember me Schuldich ?"

For a brief moment , Crawford thought he had seen a flash of recognition in those green eyes ; and it drove into him doubts on whether it had indeed happened , or was it just his underlying longing that caused the realistic hallucinations to spring into mind and sight .

Just as quickly , it was gone and angry snarl issued from bruised lips . Schuldich jumped back like an injured animal .

Feebly , Crawford stood up , brushing imaginary dust off his pristine white suit . He felt wearier than he had ever in his whole life ; and he couldn't bear to look at Schuldich like that for another moment - not today.

He walked to the door , which , as if by magic , sprung open a notch to let him through and shut just in time before the fury within launched himself at the door .

Crawford could see the rabid eyes though the tiny square of bulletproof glass ... and it was gone .

Crawford removed his glasses and pocketed them without another thought as he icily addressed the two men standing guard .

" Clean him up . Clean the place up ."

He had started to walk away .

" I'll be back tomorrow ."
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This chapter is sad ... really sad if I do say so myself . I really like all the characters in Weiß Kreuz now . Unlike before when I just loved Ken , liked Schuldich and Nagi , felt indifferent about Crawford , Aya , Yohji and Farfarello and hated Omi . Now I like ALL of them , Ken the best still ; and of course I still hate Omi .

Ever notice why he rarely is ever there ?

No offence to Omi fans .

Sad .
R E V I E W O N E G A I !