Disclaimer: All "Kill Bill" characters are solely the property of Miramax and Quentin Tarantino

A.n.:

Bill is, without a doubt, the most complicated character in the movie and he intrigued me to a very high degree to write this story about various episodes of his life.

These episodes are mostly original and some rely on information from the film. Due to Bill's high status, and therefore cold heart, a lot of his decisions and deeds will be unpleasing and unsatisfying but I tried to make them true to his personality.

So, without further ado, I present you the first chapter out of a (hopefully successful) series:

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The young man placed a finger to his lips, whispering in an abyssal, haunting voice.

See the snakes inside your bed, let them crawl into your head...

He stood in a saturnine room, his eyes scowling with a deep sinister gaze towards the little girl in front of him. She was shaking with agitation, lying on her small bed, captivated by the serpent that slowly clutched her feet with its sleek corpus.

Do not fear the mindless beast, on its dead soul you shall feast...

With a swift motion of his hands, he threw a small dagger to the little colleen. She blinked, looking at him without any apprehension. The viper crawled further, stretching out his purple tongue, his marble eyes cautiously anticipating the situation.

Bill's sardonic grin grew wider as his female adolescent scholar reached for the knife, grasping it tightly in her small palm. She blinked rapidly when the fiend had enrolled her neck and ran his lingua over her cheek.

Then, with her straight, brown eyes, she gripped the animal's pate, digging the razor sharp metal into its chin, the dark blood bursting out of the fresh opening. The vent increased as she pushed the iron further inside, penetrating the snake's head.

A delighted smile appeared on her mentor's face as she decapitated the foul creature that dared to disturb her sleep. It had been her first kill and the excitement was unlimited. Nothing ever gave a human being a greater feeling of power and strength than the ancient ritual of murder. Even a child could the unruly beauty hidden within it, waiting to unleash itself on any antis.

He closed the door to her room and progressed downstairs, walking in a calm fashion, each step accurate and every breath exhaled with startling cadence.

The young woman was patiently awaiting him at the small tea table, waving a white Agemaki in her left hand. Her shimmering white kimono looked flawless on her slim, vibrant body and the hairpin was delicately emblazing her soft, pitch-dark hair.

"I commend you on that girl, O-Ren." Bill said, in his rough but charismatic way, a faint smile on his aged mouth. He sat on his knees opposite to her and grasped the porcelain teacup with both hands. "I do regret that we have not enough guests for Chado, though - I always enjoyed the obscurity of it."

O-Ren suavely smiled, placing her exquisite fan on the table, lifting her cup and drinking the green fluidity with great delight. "When, do you think?" She asked, delicately placing the cup back onto the wood.

"Kenjutsu?" Bill smiled, his shrewd eyes piercing through the woman like a blade. "As soon as possible. She reminds me of you." He said, returning to his hot beverage.

O-Ren's brown irises glanced downwards. "I still remember that serpent." Her voice trembled slightly. Bill's old, practiced hand smoothly touched her forehead. Tardily, she lifted her eyes, looking at him in a deep, woeful gaze.

"You are strong and so is she. She has inherited all of your talents." His voice pacified her soul, while his fingers caressed her skin. "We can't let her waste all that, it would be wrong, not to mention foolish."

Adagio, she nodded, her eyelids closed, shielding her tears from his omniscient stare. "I know - it can't be otherwise." She quivered, her soul bleeding from knowing the girl would share her own fate.

Every mother, first and foremost, wants the very best for her child – be it son or daughter. Misery, suffering, pain, fear should be eradicated from their lives, which instead should flourish with joy and delight.

The thought of her young daughter becoming an assassin, a ruthless, cold- blooded, mindless killer that enjoys slaughtering innocent people for money, taking his only satisfaction and finding pleasure solely in the fact that his power and skill are unmatched by anybody else in this world, was ripping her apart inside.

"We all have our place in life, O-Ren." Her master said, putting his hand back on the table as she opened her eyes, revealing sparkling tears all over them. "And we belong here, all of us. Your daughter too."

Bill's cheek blushed crimson, having received a fierce slap by a strong, female hand.

"Don't you write her off! Don't you dare decide her fate!" O-Ren shouted, raving with vile anguish.

"I'm sorry." Bill said, standing up and bidding adieu with a reluctant bow of his head.

O-Ren rushed to her feet in pace, watching him walk out of her life the same way that he had entered it. Her face was covered with bitter tears. "Why? Why don't you love her? Gogo is your daughter, Bill!"

Bill turned his head to her for a last time, halting in front of the door and touching its border as his expression turned austere and grave. His eyes looked sad and tired as he spoke the words that tore O-Ren in two.

"No, she isn't. She never was and she never will be." He stated, his voice echoing with vast sorrow as he bowed his head to her once more.

"I am grieved." He spoke, abandoning O-Ren as she collapsed to her knees, pressing her wavering hands into the cold, green floor and letting out a heart-rending cry, that could only resemble a fraction of her endless pain, blazing in the cold ocean of her desolate soul.

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Glossary notes:

Agemaki - A fan / An ornamental bow common in armor throughout samurai history

Chado - A term used to describe the art and practice of the ancient Japanese tea ceremony

Kenjutsu - The study and practice of swordsmanship

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