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FICLET: Reprise (Kill Bill femmeslash)
Title: Reprise
Fandom: Kill Bill
Pairing: ??/??
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own Kill Bill or any of its characters and I'm not making any money out of this. Also, the dialogue at the last bit has been lifted straight from the movie, except with the narrative additions. I hope that's allowed, because it's a bit essential to the story.
Summary: The road to revenge is never a straight line.
Additional Notes: This idea came to me as soon as I saw Kill Bill, but I never thought I'd write it down until recently, when I had a conversation with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
siobhanohare. The part of our conversation's been posted along with the fic and can be found toward the end, as explanation. :P
//_o5
For the longest time, there was nothing but silence. You tried to take it all in, you swear you did, but you just couldn't. Instead you were stifled with silence, all around you, and perhaps you tried to scream but you never made a sound, though there was screaming, you remember that, but maybe it had all been in your head.
You tried to convince yourself it had all been in your head.
She walked toward you, and she tilted your trembling chin and her lips moved and they made no sense.
"--had it coming," was all you heard.
//_o3
She was funny and charming and beautiful and sexy.
You never managed to figure out how to take your eyes off her chocolate skin, never learned how to forget about having held her perfectly toned body the night before, and you were never able to stop yourself from melting whenever she caught your eye.
Her dark brown eyes were always there whenever you closed yours, always at every corner whenever you turned, no less real than when she'd kiss you hello whenever you met.
You were being silly. They said you were being in love.
Maybe that's what it is.
//_o2
You felt like her eyes sought for you in the bar that day, when you'd first met, which was silly, because she wouldn't have known what to look for, but there it was, dark brown eyes that belonged to the most beautiful (or at least you'd thought, when you first saw, and until now, actually) woman on earth. She walked over to where you'd been sitting in your booth, waiting for your friends to come back from the bathrooms, playing idly with your glass of beer, and smiled hello.
There was no question who you'd gone home with that night.
//_o4
"Come home for Christmas," you whispered into her ear one night, arms wrapped around her small waist, legs tangled up with hers.
She brushed the blonde hair away from your face, tucked them behind your ear. "Baby," she murmured, voice drowsy. "I don't know if my father will agree."
"Your father should come along," you insisted. "Then he and mom might hook up."
"I don't think my mother will like that, and what about us?"
You giggled against her skin. "You're right; your mother would turn in her grave. But come home with me anyway?"
"Alright." You felt her smile.
//_o1
"You know, I had a little girl once. She'd be about four now," Beatrix had said before Nikki's mother made her go, but she'd gotten hungry and when she came down for a snack, her mother was dead.
She looked up. Beatrix wiped the blood-stained knife with a towelette.
"It's not my intention to do this in front of you. For that I'm sorry," she said. "You can take my word for it. Your mother had it coming."
She turned to face her. "When you grow up, if you still feel raw about it, I'll be waiting."
And she was.
Or, the short explanation for the fic:
siobhanohare: and, OH, that poor little girl!
siobhanohare: the daughter of the one she killed second but we saw her kill first
slumber_8: Who, Vernita Green's daughter?
slumber_8: ahh, yes.
siobhanohare: yes, her!
slumber_8: I would like fanfic with her hunting The Bride down in the future.
siobhanohare: i am madly in love with Uma's sword
slumber_8: Or, I don't know.
siobhanohare: I adore swords.
slumber_8: Having mad passionate revenge sex with Uma's daughter and then killing her. :\
slumber_8: *:|
siobhanohare: ...you have a strange imagination
slumber_8: I'm sorry.
slumber_8: :|
siobhanohare: *patpat*
siobhanohare: S'okay
slumber_8: I thought of the revenge thing as soon as I saw it, but the mad passionate sex with The Bride's daughter just came out now.
siobhanohare: you're still rather groovy
Fandom: Kill Bill
Pairing: ??/??
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own Kill Bill or any of its characters and I'm not making any money out of this. Also, the dialogue at the last bit has been lifted straight from the movie, except with the narrative additions. I hope that's allowed, because it's a bit essential to the story.
Summary: The road to revenge is never a straight line.
Additional Notes: This idea came to me as soon as I saw Kill Bill, but I never thought I'd write it down until recently, when I had a conversation with
siobhanohare. The part of our conversation's been posted along with the fic and can be found toward the end, as explanation. :P//_o5
For the longest time, there was nothing but silence. You tried to take it all in, you swear you did, but you just couldn't. Instead you were stifled with silence, all around you, and perhaps you tried to scream but you never made a sound, though there was screaming, you remember that, but maybe it had all been in your head.
You tried to convince yourself it had all been in your head.
She walked toward you, and she tilted your trembling chin and her lips moved and they made no sense.
"--had it coming," was all you heard.
//_o3
She was funny and charming and beautiful and sexy.
You never managed to figure out how to take your eyes off her chocolate skin, never learned how to forget about having held her perfectly toned body the night before, and you were never able to stop yourself from melting whenever she caught your eye.
Her dark brown eyes were always there whenever you closed yours, always at every corner whenever you turned, no less real than when she'd kiss you hello whenever you met.
You were being silly. They said you were being in love.
Maybe that's what it is.
//_o2
You felt like her eyes sought for you in the bar that day, when you'd first met, which was silly, because she wouldn't have known what to look for, but there it was, dark brown eyes that belonged to the most beautiful (or at least you'd thought, when you first saw, and until now, actually) woman on earth. She walked over to where you'd been sitting in your booth, waiting for your friends to come back from the bathrooms, playing idly with your glass of beer, and smiled hello.
There was no question who you'd gone home with that night.
//_o4
"Come home for Christmas," you whispered into her ear one night, arms wrapped around her small waist, legs tangled up with hers.
She brushed the blonde hair away from your face, tucked them behind your ear. "Baby," she murmured, voice drowsy. "I don't know if my father will agree."
"Your father should come along," you insisted. "Then he and mom might hook up."
"I don't think my mother will like that, and what about us?"
You giggled against her skin. "You're right; your mother would turn in her grave. But come home with me anyway?"
"Alright." You felt her smile.
//_o1
"You know, I had a little girl once. She'd be about four now," Beatrix had said before Nikki's mother made her go, but she'd gotten hungry and when she came down for a snack, her mother was dead.
She looked up. Beatrix wiped the blood-stained knife with a towelette.
"It's not my intention to do this in front of you. For that I'm sorry," she said. "You can take my word for it. Your mother had it coming."
She turned to face her. "When you grow up, if you still feel raw about it, I'll be waiting."
And she was.
Or, the short explanation for the fic:
siobhanohare: and, OH, that poor little girl!siobhanohare: the daughter of the one she killed second but we saw her kill firstslumber_8: Who, Vernita Green's daughter?slumber_8: ahh, yes.siobhanohare: yes, her!slumber_8: I would like fanfic with her hunting The Bride down in the future.siobhanohare: i am madly in love with Uma's swordslumber_8: Or, I don't know.siobhanohare: I adore swords.slumber_8: Having mad passionate revenge sex with Uma's daughter and then killing her. :\slumber_8: *:|siobhanohare: ...you have a strange imaginationslumber_8: I'm sorry.slumber_8: :|siobhanohare: *patpat*siobhanohare: S'okayslumber_8: I thought of the revenge thing as soon as I saw it, but the mad passionate sex with The Bride's daughter just came out now.siobhanohare: you're still rather groovy