Yes there was a lot of mistake in the last chapter, I'm sorry for that. And have nothing to say then forgive me (I'm french not english, you cannot punish me for my father and mother language!) Well, the next fic is called Moonlight and Vodka, and came from a song that have de same title sing by Chris TheBurg. (Excuse my mistakes, I know there'll be a lot again in this chapter, but the best in this, is that I try to do something and walk on my shyness to show to others what I can do, like when I'm in an english country and I try to talk with the others even if I'm not so good in english) Well, stop talking and let's read!

His name?

Balkov.

His first name?

Boris.

What is he doing?

Running away.

What he've got?

Evil of the country.

And about the story?

It's gonna be short.

Today?

He 18 years old, have blue hairs, brown eyes.

What is he trying to escape?

Voltaire Hiwatari.

Why?

Because he don't wanna obey anymore.

What did he don't know?

He's doing exctaly what Voltaire want.

Where is he?

In a bar. . .

Fix me a drink, make it a strong one,

I can't take it no more, I must escape,

Forgot, I've killed so much people,

Lied so much, stoled so much

It's not easy to bear everything I've done

What he still don't know?

He's gonna love to do those bad things he's obliged to do.

Hey comrade, a drink, make it a long one,

Hey old of the bar, a glass,

Understand, when I say a glass, I mean with true alcool.

This is Vodka that I want

What he really need now?

A concrete alibi.

My hands are shaking and my feet are numb,

My hands that's shaking, my eyes's closing,

My feet are frozed.

I feel bad everywhere

What he would want to have?

A place next to a warm fire.

My head is aching and the bar's going round,

My head begin to turn, I drink too much, and I'm asking for more.

If I can just forget this girl's that making eyes at

This woman that I killed,

Those children they've made me assassinated

What he've got?

He knows that he's guilty

And I'm so down, in this foreign town;

I wish I could disappear

Exit from the city, exit from. . .

reality

Guilty of what?

Of obedience.

Tonight there's a band, it ain't such a bad one,

A band that's playing music, I know them well

They are not so bad, but not so good

What he would like to hear?

He have the swan lake ballet in the head.

He know that this is stupid but he cannot do anything for this, his mother played it for him before he failed asleep

What is it ?

A pathetic remember.

Play me a song, don't make it a sad one,

What are they waiting for to play?

It'll take out this stupid song of my head.

Perhaps if this is a sad song . . .

Oh no, if they. . . I'll make them eat their instruments if that's something sad again.

Why is he here?

To escape from Voltaire.

I can't even talk to these Russian girls,

I cannot even flirt with the girls of the bar anymore.

Before I was able

I don't got the strenght for it anymore.

Or the courage.

Why does he need courage?

Because he know that he'll never found love.

And that's like it he want it to be.

He know that he don't deserve anything more.

The beer is lousy and the food is worse,

Beer is. . .disgusting,

I don't tell you for food,

Can you do anything better idiot?

If that's my last meal, I'll like at least,

At least that it's not repugnant.

His last meal?

'Cause if they found him, that would be the end

And it's so damn cold, yes it's so damn cold,

It's pretty cold tonight, almost to much cold.

But me, like everytime I like that,

Cold is the only thing that can forgive me,

It kick, after it bites,

But after all, it forgives you.

Forgive what?

To have forgot innocence.

Tenderness, softness.

I know it's hard to believe,

I know that's hard to believe what I'm telling.

But. . .

But what?

Pity too, he lost it.

But I haven't been warm for a week;

I don't haved get warmer in the whole week.

I'm frozed everyday.

And I let this happens, because I don't care anymore.

I'm just to near of the dead end.

What dead end?

The same then Raskolnikov the killer.

He killed, he didn't have the choice, nom, he cannot come back

The problem?

Everything's gonna get worse.

Moonlight and vodka, takes me away,

Moon is shinig outside, alcool is making me see think in colors at new.

But I'm scare by the moment when it would stop.

After this, everything will come as evil as it was.

What evil?

The one he had made.

Midnight in Moscow is lunchtime in L.A.,

It's midnight, the hour of rabble, hooligan,

Of the bitchs and dancers . . .

It's my hour, give me another glass.

A real one this time. . .

Is he gonna get sick, and would he stop drrink after that?

Slowly, Balkov aren,t this kind of guys, they drink as much as they want.

And after?

Weel, he won't get sick of driinking today.

Ooh play boys, play...

They can dance those idiots.

They can shake everything they have, I don't care.

I don't care about nothing anymore.

And usually, I've no interest in men.

Is it gonna continue?

With Hiwatari, who knows.

Espionage is a serious business,

I'm a spy, this is my job.

Well it was . . .

Why was it?

Everything changes, now. . .

Well I've had enough of this serious business,

Now it's more serious.

He kill, he steal, he broke, he destroy.

He does everything.

He can even rape if this is necessary.

So why does he panick?

Because he wasn't born for that.

And who can be born for such a thing, tell me?

But, no one, of course.

That dancing girl is making eyes at me,

She's making eyes at me or what?

This gril that's looking at me.

Looking at me strangly,

It makes me feel weird.

I never feel like this before.

That's only a poor little bitch and me, she make me panick?

What we must admit?

To make their work, bitch must find clients, and sometime hunt them.

I'm sure she's working for the K.G.B.

It's sure, she works for the plice.

K.G.B.

Something that make her have some interests in me.

But I don't really care if she's spying me.

I could even play with her, just a little.

What he don't know?

This girl is a Hiwatari.

In this paradise, ah cold as ice;

Owh come on ,

She making signs telling me she want me to follow her,

She can bring me in her room

If after I can remember the color of the walls it would be great.

But how could I fall so far from for where I was?

Sorry mom

Why is he thinking that?

Swaan lake's always playig in his head

Why does he feel cold?

Because he cannot feel anything else then coldness.

Moonlight and vodka, takes me away,

I must have drink too much,

That's help me to forgot, but more

It's making me do stupid things,

With a girl I don't even know,

And with who I don't want to have anything to do with.

But he's lying.

How this?

He's almost making things with this girl.

And him like her, they like that.

For the moment

Midnight in Moscow is sunshine in L.A.,

Yes, this the end, I coming back

I'm on my way to see Hiwatari.

I'll kill at new before the sun

What is he ignoring?

This time he's lefting a mark behind him.

A sprout of live is hiding somewhere.

Like wanted Voltaire Hiwatari

Yes, in the good old U.S.A.

And in this good old world, there's only one more thing he don't know,

This is that's in some years he would kick his own son

The child would never know who was his father

The father would never know where this child came from or form who he is

Years hardened the first,

And after, the second

At the point where 2 generations began to hate eachother.

All this because of who ?

Hiwatari and his daughter, some vodka, a bright moonlitgh night .

The bastard that'll born?

His name will be Kai.

Kai Hiwatari.

The end of another fanfic one shot sad and death one( you doN,t find that this is a little morbid don't you? Just like me) See ya!