Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Crocodile Tears (temporary title) ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

Crocodile Tears

Genre: Angst/Drama

Rating: pg-13 (Reference to sex, dark depressing themes)

Summary: What if events following Aya-chan's kidnapping wasn't as the anime had shown it? What if Crawford was assigned to a mission that would be more sinister and abominable than ever?

Bradley Crawford walked briskly down the dark corridor. He considered redoing his tie, then decided to leave it as it was. The girl was not going to notice anyway, she's not going to notice much except for the humiliation and the pain.

He hated his job.

Quietly, Crawford took out a set of keys from his Armani suit. He fumbled around with them until he saw the small silver key to the heavy bolt on the door.

It doesn't take much to unlock something so terribly huge.

Crawford lifted the bolt and went into the dark room. He heard shuffling and someone sniffed from the far corner of the room. Crawford sighed and reached for the light switch. Instantly pale yellow beams flooded the room, leaving no shadows for one to find sanctuary. Crawford turned and shut the door, then turned to meet the frightened brown orbs.

Fujimiya Aya was merely a child. Her body was yet to develop, her expression so naïve and her thoughts containing hardly a trace of impurity. Estet has been successful in treating her coma. They had also made sure that she, like most other people who knew about Estet, was locked up and supervised under tight security.

¡­Except for Schwartz and a few others, Weiss included.

Crawford sighed and looked up. The little surveillance camera was staring down at them with bright red eyes. He suddenly had an urge to do something Schuldig often did, cast an undignified sign at it.

He turned back to the frightened child. He could call her nothing but a child. She tucked her knees under her chin and curling her body into the tightest ball she can manage.

"What are you going to do to me?" Her voice was trembling, as was every other part of her. Big drops of tears threatened to flood the brown orbs and spill over that smooth cheek. Crawford could feel the beginning of a headache. He detested women crying.

"I am ordered to ¡­ sleep with you."

She shivered at the indifference of his voice, he saw her as a job, as a mission to complete. She shuddered at the thought that he might not even want to enjoy what little pleasure there is out of this revolting act. He didn't see her as a person, much less a woman, just some mission. Some body he had to have sex with.

"Why?"

Crawford smirked. He can't help it, Fujimiya was almost too naïve, somebody is going to rape you and you are asking for reasons?

"Why do you think I'd do it?"

"¡­Because somebody told you to." One naughty tear finally overcame the barrier and slid down her face. She rubbed it off, she would not cry, she has nothing left to cry of.

She was so scared, her heart was hammering against her ribs and she felt her lungs suddenly too small to supply enough oxygen. Her brain was muddled and she could not think, could not contemplate this situation. She could only stare at this monster in front of her.

Monster- Crawford cannot be classified as a normal human being. He felt almost as humiliated as Fujimiya. God, to think, he's going to do something so degrading¡­ so cruel¡­ so inhumane for¡­ for what? Was it for money, for Estet, for sadistic reasons or just for the words whispered into his head by a certain German?

He was going to rape an innocent human being for no particular reason¡­ he was going to commit a crime so much more unforgiving than any other he committed. And one more to add, he had never had sex before.

Laugh if you might, but there was little humor in this.

How could he ask for pleasure when he had committed so much unforgivable deeds? How could he possibly endure the torture of sleeping with an innocent? How could he bear the thoughts that through the most intimate act of adjoining of two people, he could easily corrupt a beautiful being into one as sinful as he is? He could pass on his crime to another person. He could infect somebody with all the virus of his soul.

He would not enjoy this, he could not enjoy this, and he would hate this.

He stares at the doe eyed girl. She had been right. He was going to commit a sin because somebody told him to. Just like every other sin he had committed, he was driven. He was a coward. No excuse could get him off the hook for this.

Fujimiya moved towards him. Foolish, childish moves she made. Yet despite to the lack of grace in that¡­ crawling and the absence of consideration in the motive, he was moved by the simple act of it, simply because it was foolishly¡­ brave.

Sometimes foolishness and courage is the same thing.

¡­ But this was different. She was brave because she knew she had nothing to loose. She was brave because she's facing her loss of reputation and possibly the most precious gift she possess as a female. She was brave because she acknowledged her fate and the fact that she knew she couldn't run from it. She was brave because she refused to be forced into this.

How thoughtless of her, he thought as she kneeled next to him, how absolutely thoughtless and how absolutely imbecile. What had driven her to commit such an imbecile and thoughtless act? Why was she closing in the distance between this monster, instead of distancing from it?

She touched his face.

His eyes followed her fingertips as they moved away from that brief contact and he gasped.

A tear was glistering on that delicate fingertip of hers- the pure and glistering moisture that came from such a heartless being.

Crocodile tears, that¡¯s the term used to describe a show of sorrow that is not actually felt. It is a term very appropriate for this situation. Crawford closed his eyes and regulated his body professionally.

¡°It won¡¯t hurt as much if you cooperate with me.¡±

A/N: How was that? Did you like it? I'm thinking of continuing this, but that'll only happen if I have a positive response¡­ so¡­ please review! Thank you!