Author: Sybil Rowan

Pairing(s)/Characters: Crawford/Schuldig

Rating: T

Summary: Crawford gets a premonition to choose Schuldig to leave Rosen Kruez with him.

Warnings: None

Author's Notes: I just got a sudden hankering for some Crawford/Schuldig romance. I used a word of the day prompt for this one.

Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz, its names and characters belong to Koyasu Takehito, Project Weiss, Marine Entertainment and Animate Film.

Beta Reader: WingedPanther73

Date: November 13, 2012, 6:15 pm

troth

\ TRAWTH \ , noun;

1.

Faithfulness, fidelity, or loyalty.

2.

One's word or promise, especially in engaging oneself to marry.

Crawford had always understood the importance of choosing someone carefully: unswerving faithfulness was what he sought, along with the skills to back up the seeds germinating in his rebellious mind. As he walked down the Rosen Kreuz dormitory hallways; he knew the right person would come to his mind sometime that day.

When the premonition did hit him, he almost gave it a second thought. As the underclassmen made their way to the cafeteria he stood to the side of the hallway, raised his mental shields, and stretched his abilities. He wasn't concerned if he found the right companion at this moment, sometimes the future was fickle for a good reason. That's why he was always patient.

However, it was the redheaded, German troublemaker four years his junior walking by, not even a glance cast his way, that triggered his premonitions. His vision blurred and he could see himself standing in an office with a rotund, Japanese businessman lofting a golf club. It came smashing down on a pale, one-eyed man. Next it came crashing down on the redhead, hard. Only, he was a young, adult man now rather than a teenager. He was taking his punishment with more anger than discomfit, unlike the pale man that seemed to relish it.

Crawford grabbed the golf club before it landed on the redhead again. He wasn't surprised to feel his future emotions were full of disgust and bitterness towards the Japanese businessman. The man was a Mundane beating two Talents. Also, too, he felt pride in the two men laying on the ground and taking the beating he warned them that would come. Fidelity at it's pinnacle.

His premonition then slipped farther into the future. The German redhead and he were running through a frosty forest. Crawford knew his future self was feeling an extreme adrenalin rush as he grabbed the redhead by the wrist and pulled him into a ravine. The redhead didn't give him a disquieted look, instead it was an relaxed smirk as the thrill of their escape paused.

Obviously, the redhead's unquestioning trust in Crawford's talent caused him a certain amount of cockiness. They both stilled their breathing as the people seeking them passed by and walked into a clearing where a scrawny, Japanese teenager and the pale man waited.

The redhead brushed his finger tips against the back of Crawford's hand, not sparing a look to the precog. It was a gesture of devotion, for some reason, he felt warm and easy with. The redhead then sprang from the ravine, gun lofted high; Crawford was quick to follow and add his support to the three other men.

Crawford's vision returned to normal. He looked down at the back of his left hand. Crawford could still feel the redhead's caress from the future in the tingle running through his ring finger. Crawford knew he found his companion.