I Do Not Own Harry Potter or Black Lagoon

I have disregarded the flashbacks of Balalaika and her childhood, obviously. And I have moved the Harry Potter Timeline back.

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Balalaika brought her lighter up, lighting her cigar.

Beside her Rock asked, "May I ask you a question?"

The scared beauty grinned. Amusedly she pointed out, "You just did." Blowing out a puff of smoke, she took the cigar out of her mouth, delicately holding it between her fingers as she crossed her arms, and turned to face Rock. With a grin, and an amused gleam in her blue eyes, she added, "But you may ask another."

The Japanese man took a breath and asked, "Why?"

Raising an eyebrow, the blonde asked, "Why what?"

"Why do you do it?" Rock clarified. "Why do you enjoy war and killing so much?"

Balalaika's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Is there any particular reason you ask? Or do you simply wish to annoy me?"

Rock gulped, but didn't back down. "I…I just want to understand. Why you, and others like you, follow this path of death and violence."

The blonde grinned. 'Other's like Revy,' Balalaika thought.

Her thoughts drifted to her past. A childhood of slavery. Her first kill at eleven. Fighting for her life at twelve. Facing her parent's betrayer at thirteen. Fighting her parent's murder at fourteen. Fighting her first battles at fifteen and sixteen. Becoming the centerpiece of an all-out war at seventeen, before avenging her parents.

She thought of fleeing her homeland, changing her black hair to blonde and her emerald eyes to sapphires. She remembered joining the Soviet Army, becoming an officer and a paratrooper. She remembered the hell that was Afghanistan, the explosion that marred her body to this very day. Her discharge in disgrace, addicted to painkillers. She remembered watching as the nation she had fought and bled for fell, herself and her former men living in poverty.

She remembered the death of her lieutenant and second-in-command to drugs. She remembered rallying her men to once more take up arms, finding a purpose once more.

Even if that purpose was crime.

But most of all, she remembered a prophecy, made before she was born, specifically a line stating: 'Neither can live while the other survives,' sentencing her to become a killer, or to be killed, before she was even born.

These thoughts passed through Balalaika's head in a moment. Taking a drag of her cigar, she decided to answer Rock's question. "You want to know why I follow this, as you put it, path of death and violence. I can't speak for others, though I imagine their answers would be similar. But for me, the answer is this…I was born to it."

Grinning at the stunned look on the former businessman's face, she pulled her coat securely to her shoulders, and walked to the car that was waiting for her.

By the time Rock thought of a comment, the Kapitan of Hotel Moscow was already gone.

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