Kill Bill Vol. 3
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G through L › Kill Bill (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,871
Reviews:
0
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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.
Mommy and Daddy
Okay, first off; sorry if some of these quotes are off. I haven't been able to watch the movie in a long time. Second, sorry if these ideas are tired. I haven't delved into the Kill Bill fandom or his plans for a 3rd movie if there are any, so if I'm stealing anything I don't mean to.
ALso, don't own Kill Bill or the quotes from the movie, etc.
***
"When you grow up...If you're still feeling sore about it...I'll be waiting."
Nikita Green knew she still felt sore about it, but what she didn't know was what she felt sore about. Whatever it was, who ever it was; it haunted her day and night. During the day she at least had control over it, but at night her guard was down. She'd scream and scream and thrash about in her bed until she woke herself up, or her father did. She'd been to therapy, sure. She'd even been given medicene so that she wouldn't have those horrible night terrors (for the most part), but she still had dreams. In fact, some of her medicenes only made the dreams more vivid, but there was still a piece missing...
"This is mommy's friend..."
That she remembered. The woman standing across from her mother, tall and slim and blonde. So much like the girl sitting in front of her, her best friend B.B., but not really. Though her mother was a good actress (something she'd learned when even after hearing a horrible fight between her parents, her mother could still come into her room and kiss her goonight with a warm smile. Or even when her mother was having her own night terrors, she could rub her little girl's cheek and tell her that her mommy was okay), she could still sense tension. Maybe the two women had been friends once, but the blonde woman had come here with less than friendly intentions, that much Nikita could tell. Was the blonde woman the one who'd said that to her?
With a sigh of resignation, Nikita put her head down on her desk. B.B. looked over her shoulder with concerned, but her friend did not look back. Even the teacher didn't bat an eye.
'Please excuse Nikita if she seems tired or sedated, she was just put on some new medication...'
Nikita had read the note her doctor had written and her father had signed before handing it in. As if B.B. knew she was thinking of notes, one was somewhat intrusively slipped between Nikita's folded arms, causing the dark haired girl to finally look at her friend, mock annoyance etched into her somewhat stern but pretty features. B.B. grinned sheepishly before turning her attention back to the teacher.
'Please come stay the night at my house this weekend.'
***
B.B. walked home alone that day. Lately Nikita's father had been driving her to and from school, and B.B. could only figure it was because of the trancelike state her friend had been in lately. B.B. knew Nikita had lost her mother, even if her best friend hadn't told her she'd have recognized those same feelings of loss. Nikita's seemed to be worse, though. She figured that Nikita had seen her mother suffering from some illness first hand, or had been in the car with her during a wreck. Still, Nikita had her father. B.B. would have done anything to have her father back.
B.B. loved her mother. Initially, she was overjoyed to have her back, but eventually her father's words came back to her and sometimes she'd resent her. Sometimes she'd resent her a lot.
"One day mommy's going to come back, baby" Her father rocked back and forth with her.
"We'll be a big, happy family," the little girl grinned her semi-toothless smile. She was so innocent, in fact her words came straight from the cliches spoken to her from children's books and TV shows.
"Not quite, sweety," even with this bad news, there was a soft and fatherly smile on his face.
"Why not?'"
"Mommy's going to take you away from daddy."
But despite what her father told her, despite her instances of hate and rage towards her mother, B.B. loved her. She loved her more every day and most of the time found her father's words hard to believe. She didn't see a cold blooded killer when her mother was making or even just bringing her food she ordered, or when she was nursing her when she was sick, or when she'd run around the house almost as caught up in a game of pretend as B.B. herself (though that had been awhile ago). Her mother with her blonde hair and light skin and yellow dresses, looking like she was made of pure sunshine.
"Mommy isn't right in the head, B.B.,"
"Why would she take me away? Doesn't she love me?" B.B. had started crying awhile ago and her eyes were already sore.
"Of course. baby. Mommy loves you. Everyone loves you. but no one could love you as much as daddy loves you." She'd realize a lot of things about her father as she got older, but it'd be awhile before she was old enough to realize what he had been doing.
With her own issues, B.B. wasn't sure she could comfort her friend. But hell if she wouldn't try.
ALso, don't own Kill Bill or the quotes from the movie, etc.
***
"When you grow up...If you're still feeling sore about it...I'll be waiting."
Nikita Green knew she still felt sore about it, but what she didn't know was what she felt sore about. Whatever it was, who ever it was; it haunted her day and night. During the day she at least had control over it, but at night her guard was down. She'd scream and scream and thrash about in her bed until she woke herself up, or her father did. She'd been to therapy, sure. She'd even been given medicene so that she wouldn't have those horrible night terrors (for the most part), but she still had dreams. In fact, some of her medicenes only made the dreams more vivid, but there was still a piece missing...
"This is mommy's friend..."
That she remembered. The woman standing across from her mother, tall and slim and blonde. So much like the girl sitting in front of her, her best friend B.B., but not really. Though her mother was a good actress (something she'd learned when even after hearing a horrible fight between her parents, her mother could still come into her room and kiss her goonight with a warm smile. Or even when her mother was having her own night terrors, she could rub her little girl's cheek and tell her that her mommy was okay), she could still sense tension. Maybe the two women had been friends once, but the blonde woman had come here with less than friendly intentions, that much Nikita could tell. Was the blonde woman the one who'd said that to her?
With a sigh of resignation, Nikita put her head down on her desk. B.B. looked over her shoulder with concerned, but her friend did not look back. Even the teacher didn't bat an eye.
'Please excuse Nikita if she seems tired or sedated, she was just put on some new medication...'
Nikita had read the note her doctor had written and her father had signed before handing it in. As if B.B. knew she was thinking of notes, one was somewhat intrusively slipped between Nikita's folded arms, causing the dark haired girl to finally look at her friend, mock annoyance etched into her somewhat stern but pretty features. B.B. grinned sheepishly before turning her attention back to the teacher.
'Please come stay the night at my house this weekend.'
***
B.B. walked home alone that day. Lately Nikita's father had been driving her to and from school, and B.B. could only figure it was because of the trancelike state her friend had been in lately. B.B. knew Nikita had lost her mother, even if her best friend hadn't told her she'd have recognized those same feelings of loss. Nikita's seemed to be worse, though. She figured that Nikita had seen her mother suffering from some illness first hand, or had been in the car with her during a wreck. Still, Nikita had her father. B.B. would have done anything to have her father back.
B.B. loved her mother. Initially, she was overjoyed to have her back, but eventually her father's words came back to her and sometimes she'd resent her. Sometimes she'd resent her a lot.
"One day mommy's going to come back, baby" Her father rocked back and forth with her.
"We'll be a big, happy family," the little girl grinned her semi-toothless smile. She was so innocent, in fact her words came straight from the cliches spoken to her from children's books and TV shows.
"Not quite, sweety," even with this bad news, there was a soft and fatherly smile on his face.
"Why not?'"
"Mommy's going to take you away from daddy."
But despite what her father told her, despite her instances of hate and rage towards her mother, B.B. loved her. She loved her more every day and most of the time found her father's words hard to believe. She didn't see a cold blooded killer when her mother was making or even just bringing her food she ordered, or when she was nursing her when she was sick, or when she'd run around the house almost as caught up in a game of pretend as B.B. herself (though that had been awhile ago). Her mother with her blonde hair and light skin and yellow dresses, looking like she was made of pure sunshine.
"Mommy isn't right in the head, B.B.,"
"Why would she take me away? Doesn't she love me?" B.B. had started crying awhile ago and her eyes were already sore.
"Of course. baby. Mommy loves you. Everyone loves you. but no one could love you as much as daddy loves you." She'd realize a lot of things about her father as she got older, but it'd be awhile before she was old enough to realize what he had been doing.
With her own issues, B.B. wasn't sure she could comfort her friend. But hell if she wouldn't try.