Title : Trouble


Pairing : Vitaly Orlov/Yuri Orlov

Disclaimer : Characters don't own me.

Rating : T

Warning : Speaking about drugs, death, self destruction and suggested incest

Summary : In three short parts, the trouble of Vitaly facing his brother Yuri.

A/N : Comments are loved and appreciated.


PART TWO : Why ?

Yuri : Why ?

Vitaly : Why, what ?

Then the two speaking in the same time.

Yuri with anger : Why ? Why ? Why ?

Vitaly answering at each why with the same feeling : I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. Why ? What ?

Yuri : Why so fucked a bowl a time ?

Vitaly : Because I am…

This question turn and turn again in my head : Why ?

I try to find the bravery to say why. To say merely : Because I am… a coward. Because I love you. Because I hate you. But my guts abandonned me. I can only look at you, my heart ready to explose. So as always I run away.

Why ?

To escape you. What you are now. To escape me. This man who have not enough courage to stop you. Cocaine helps me to forget and to cope with shadows and ghosts which haunt me all the time. For a brief moment, I have the illusion to be alive and free.

Free to say you why.