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Kill Bill Vol. 3
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G through L › Kill Bill (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,873
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Kill Bill movies or the quotes from it, nor do I have any affiliation with Quiton Taratino. I don't make any sort of profit from this story.
Once
"Mom, can Nikita stay the night?"
Beatrix loved hearing her daughter's voice, but this wasn't something she wanted to hear. Maybe she was paranoid, but she had a reason to be. She had many reasons to be. And it certainly didn't help that B.B.'s friend had the same last name as Vernita Green's last alias, and presumably the same first name assuming Nikki was a nickname, as Vernita Green's little girl. The little girl who was the same age as B.B.
"No."
But B.B. wasn't so much a little girl anymore. She was a sixteen year old young woman, and she was very mature and sweet in the eyes of Beatrix Kiddo. Still, she was not a naive woman by any means. She knew her daughter had many facets to her charming personality, one of which was being a manipulative little trickster.
"But I already told her she could come over!"
Something she demonstrated on a regular basis, but Beatrix had been through many battles. Some of which were battles of wit.
"Well, you shouldn't have done that."
"But mom, why? She's been my friend for so long and she's never come over."
"I'm sorry, baby."
"Mom, she hasn't been herself lately...I want to cheer her up..."
She felt her resolve weakening.
"Didn't you have a best friend once?"
The fatal blow.
Beatrix did have a best friend once.
"Silly rabbit..."
"Tricks are for kids!"
A play on her own name, a seemingly random pop culture reference to everyone else; sometimes an exchange between two women armed to the nines, about to kill someone or someones; sometimes the punchline of a joke told by a couple of women sitting across from each other at a restaraunt between laughs; once uttered when those two women were about to try to kill each other.
Even that kill was different, meaningful. Beatrix knew O-ren had hated Bill. She suspected him of being involved with her parents' murders; and with those sort of assassinations, O-Ren usually needed some sort of facade, a xanatos gambit. It started with being bait for that pedophile, and Beatrix suspected working for Bill was just another. For awhile Beatrix wondered if O-Ren was benefitting so much from being Bill's minion that she'd forgotten about avenging her parents. But that wasn't the case. O-ren tried to her to stay in Bill's good graces, and Beatrix knew that nothing, not even the love between the two women, was as important as avenging her parents as much as possible. She killed O-Ren, too. Nothing was as important to herself as avenging her daughter. But still, in those last exchanges, even the ones of blades, Beatrix was telling O-Ren that she was going to finish what O-Ren had set out to do. She was going to Kill Bill.
She had, and she even had her daughter back. More happiness, more humanity was returned to her than she could ever imagine. But there was still a black, empty hole in her life. Beatrix once had a best friend, but not anymore.
"Alright, she can come over."
Beatrix loved hearing her daughter's voice, but this wasn't something she wanted to hear. Maybe she was paranoid, but she had a reason to be. She had many reasons to be. And it certainly didn't help that B.B.'s friend had the same last name as Vernita Green's last alias, and presumably the same first name assuming Nikki was a nickname, as Vernita Green's little girl. The little girl who was the same age as B.B.
"No."
But B.B. wasn't so much a little girl anymore. She was a sixteen year old young woman, and she was very mature and sweet in the eyes of Beatrix Kiddo. Still, she was not a naive woman by any means. She knew her daughter had many facets to her charming personality, one of which was being a manipulative little trickster.
"But I already told her she could come over!"
Something she demonstrated on a regular basis, but Beatrix had been through many battles. Some of which were battles of wit.
"Well, you shouldn't have done that."
"But mom, why? She's been my friend for so long and she's never come over."
"I'm sorry, baby."
"Mom, she hasn't been herself lately...I want to cheer her up..."
She felt her resolve weakening.
"Didn't you have a best friend once?"
The fatal blow.
Beatrix did have a best friend once.
"Silly rabbit..."
"Tricks are for kids!"
A play on her own name, a seemingly random pop culture reference to everyone else; sometimes an exchange between two women armed to the nines, about to kill someone or someones; sometimes the punchline of a joke told by a couple of women sitting across from each other at a restaraunt between laughs; once uttered when those two women were about to try to kill each other.
Even that kill was different, meaningful. Beatrix knew O-ren had hated Bill. She suspected him of being involved with her parents' murders; and with those sort of assassinations, O-Ren usually needed some sort of facade, a xanatos gambit. It started with being bait for that pedophile, and Beatrix suspected working for Bill was just another. For awhile Beatrix wondered if O-Ren was benefitting so much from being Bill's minion that she'd forgotten about avenging her parents. But that wasn't the case. O-ren tried to her to stay in Bill's good graces, and Beatrix knew that nothing, not even the love between the two women, was as important as avenging her parents as much as possible. She killed O-Ren, too. Nothing was as important to herself as avenging her daughter. But still, in those last exchanges, even the ones of blades, Beatrix was telling O-Ren that she was going to finish what O-Ren had set out to do. She was going to Kill Bill.
She had, and she even had her daughter back. More happiness, more humanity was returned to her than she could ever imagine. But there was still a black, empty hole in her life. Beatrix once had a best friend, but not anymore.
"Alright, she can come over."