"IT ALL STARTED WITH A REACTOR"
Pairing: None as of yet… I mean, a Ms. Fudo/Dr. Fudo pairing could be one, with an undercurrent of Fudo-mama/Rudger.
Rating: T (PG-13) for heavy violence, significant blood/injury, and medium language. It's rated T for now but the rating will be booted up to M.
Warning:Somewhat significant cussing [Taking the Lord's name in vain. Terms like "damn", "bastard". References to the f-word] Life threatening injuries, large amounts of blood, etc. Usage of firearms… Physical abuse of an unborn child/pregnant woman described. References to murder… May make your stomach churn uneasily… *sweat-drop* Also, I apologize in advance for what you're about to read.
Notes: Felt this could be done, so I thought; why not? Let's see how much I can wreck this admired movie. Now, this is not a parody, though I did intend for it to be one at first. It's odd the way the stories are too similar and fit on each other with only a decent amount of tweaking here and there.
I purposely tried to keep it confusing by mentioning only Dr. Fudo and Rudger by name. But, I think I gave enough clues as to who might be who? Oh, and by the way: hakase = professor/doctor; plus, the whole story is called "Fair Game: Shinu made no jikan, mōmentarī gubbai to itte" which means "Time to Die, Say A Momental Goodbye." Yeah, I couldn't make it rhyme in Japanese. Sorry for the lame pun.
Please relax, read and review, but please no flames, because they're rude!If it should be removed, let me know.
Dedication: This story is dedicated to my "other half" (the Jesse to my Jaden, my "soul-mate without the romance", whatever you want to call it), fellow YGO fan-fiction author, and friend HeroPower…for giving me the encouragement I needed to get back my love of writing. For what it's worth, consider this as an early birthday present for your cool mom too…who also happens to share the same birthday as me, just short of two days xD I should've wished you two a Happy Thanksgiving, so I'm doing it now, and sincerely hope things get better for you two. (It will one day, I guarantee. My offer is always up in the air, if you ever want to take me up on it.)
Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds ©Kazuki Takahashi, Studio Gallup, KONAMI, TV Tokyo, Shonen Jump, 4Kids Entertainment & associates
Kill Bill © Quentin Tarantino, Lawrence Bender, Miramax Films, Uma Thurman & associates
I was five and he was six.
We rode on horses made of sticks.
He wore black and I wore white.
He would always win the fight.
Bang, bang, he shot me down.
Bang, bang, I hit the ground…
Bang, bang, that awful sound…
Bang, bang, my baby shot me down…
"Bang, Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)" –Nancy Sinatra
Prologue
The sun… Burning the building to a bleached-out white on the outside, and glaring into the interior with a ferocious intensity…
Everything was red blood. The pools of blood slowly clotted and dried in the light, giving off a rusting-iron smell. Bodies were scattered on the floor, strewn around in dirty clothes. There they lay, empty vessels in pools of their own blood. All dead… All murdered.
They were all dead. Except for one...
A woman on the floor looked up. She was the only one left. But she was helpless and beaten down. She couldn't move. She could barely breathe. The only sound in the room was her ragged breathing, coming out in sharp gasps.
She laid there staring at the ceiling, fighting for breath. Her breathing was labored, heavy and uneven, each gasp a red-hot iron of pain. Every breath she took burned tortuously within her lungs all the way back up to her windpipe.
Sunlight burned into the corners of her eyes and her forehead, and burning sweat trickled down her face into her eyes, stinging them mercilessly. She could barely see; her right eye had been swollen shut by a particularly well-placed punch or kick –at that point, she could hardly tell up from down, never mind from who and what the blows were. Her left eye was swollen and had become bruised with the rest of her face, she was barely recognizable.
She tasted copper in her mouth. 'Blood…Blood…' Red flashed behind her eyelids. There was so much blood. 'I'm bleeding. I'm bleeding a lot.' That was all her mind could comprehend. Her bloody lips emitted a whimper of agony, but she was in too much pain to cry. Besides, she didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing her weep.
She half-shut her eyes, trying to twist them out of the way of the sun, and looked up to see the people who did this to her, seeing all of them. Those who she once considered friends... They were all dressed in black, with blank stares. She felt cold air whistling past what she presumed was a missing tooth, or the ruins of one, and she could feel their cold, emotionless gazes on her, every one.
'I've been beaten bloody. My body is going into shock. My vision is going double. It feels like I'm suffocating; the pain is excruciating. But pain is nothing new to me, considering my previous line of work.
Maybe I should have seen this coming. Looking back at my past employer, maybe I had this coming. Karma and all that… But right now, karma can go fuck itself.My only concern is for the one who has done nothing to deserve this.'
Earlier she had tried to place her hands on the swollen round bump that stood out on her stomach to check that their...her unborn child was alright. She had received no blows to the stomach; she made damn sure of that. Throughout the beating, she had leaned her face into the punches, forcing the bastards to take gratitude in the open opportunity and land their strikes there.
The dull thumping of her blood in her ears seemed to grow louder, distracting her, and making her feel dizzy... She hated to admit it but she felt incredibly weak, she was barely winning her fight to stay conscious. That was without trying to raise an arm slightly to reassure her child that she was okay and that there was nothing to worry about. In some ways she was glad that she couldn't move and do that. It would have been the very first lie that she had ever told her child, and sometimes some things were just better left unsaid.
'Footsteps…'
A familiar click of footsteps echoed towards her at an achingly slow pace.
'Oh, no… Oh, God, no. Please. No.' She thought raggedly, whimpering now on every exhale as she tried to breathe through a broken nose and bubbles of blood. In between desperate deep breaths, she whimpered helplessly as she looked up at the people she had once called friends with pleading eyes.
They ignored her as they all carelessly focused their attention elsewhere.
She could hear his slinking approach…the thumping of the boots on the hard wooden floor as he came closer to her battered and bruised body. They stopped right above her, and she squinted against the pain and the light, looking up at the silhouette of the man who had ordered this done to her. She felt the floor bend slightly as he descended to her side.
Then he spoke. "So… Do you find this cruel?" A cold, masculine voice asked, covering the loud sounds of sobbing and heavy pants from the beaten woman below.
Despite her swollen eyelids, she recognized the words. She couldn't see who had spoken those words, but she knew. Although her eyes were battered, she knew his voice. It was a gravely voice, the voice of a man who had smoked too much, or had spoke too much, probably both. He still had the same rasp to his voice, the same hypnotic rumble to his accent that she couldn't help but notice even if she were inches away from death.
She, however, remained silent and it wasn't due to her busted lip. She could not speak; the reason why not could vary wildly. It could have been her smashed jaw, destroyed from countless, merciless blows that were passionately dealt out; or her bruised neck, tortured to the point of agony from scores of vicious jabs to her throat; or her choked airways, ravaged with horrible vitreous fluids slipping from her brutalized mouth and drenched in blood that trickled down her tormented throat. But for whatever reason, be it shattered bone, injured chords or blood-soaked lungs, she didn't respond to his question.
He stood just beside the sun, making him appear to be a black silhouette. A firm jaw line signified his masculinity, nothing more.
Standing behind him were his four lackeys, three males and one female, dressed in all black. The fourth female, however, seemed to have disappeared at the moment. 'Not that she's of any importance, anyway.' She wasn't one of them, not really. 'Just a lackey in training…'
He knelt down, gently wiped some blood from her cheek with the thumb of his gloved hand. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of folded cloth –he'd drawn a handkerchief from his pocket.
'A fucking handkerchief…' As if that could do anything at this point? And it was his favorite one too, as if that made a difference, the one monogrammed with his first name, the name Rutger, in swirling dark blue/forest green/red letters embroidered onto the brilliant white fabric. It has become one of his trademarks.
It rasped its way around her bruised face, wiping away the drying blood tenderly from her wounds as would a caring lover. The mother grunted in pain, trying to escape it.
The blood was slowly replaced with more leaking from her ruined nose. On its way down, it mixed with tears descending more rapidly from her bloodshot eyes.
'I can't stand looking at him, but I wouldn't dare take my eyes off of him for a second.' She stared at him, burning with more hatred than she ever thought she could possess, and he knew it.
He continued to wipe away blood from her face. "I bet you'd love nothing more than to feed me to the Earthbound Immortals right now, he-he." He stated, looking at her expression with a hint of laughter and slight chirp of humor in his voice.
She would have chuckled if she had the will or the breath. 'Nonsensical as always, I'll fucking kill you when this is over! DO YOU HEAR ME?' She thought deliriously as his hand moved down her throat and traveled around her chest area. His touch felt foreign to her, it was almost happening from a world away. She didn't flinch away from him but her eyes held nothing but betrayal.
His face was soft. His expression, however, was one of undeniable anger. The hatred that plastered itself onto his face was heartbreaking; for it was every bit of good in him had been drained away and replaced with fury.
"And yet you deny yourself that luxury because you and I both know that there is not a trace of sadism in my actions, Fudo." On and on he spoke, wiping her face with that pretentious cotton handkerchief. "Because it seems to me, that since you know me so well, you must understand that I am never cruel." More and more of her creamy white face exposed from the splattering of blood as he talked. That gravely voice she had known for so long...
He smiled at her brightly, his eyes gleaming with false love. "I don't take any pleasure in this." He looked up at the corpses littering the floor around them. "Okay, maybe towards their sorry asses, but not to you. I couldn't be, not with you. Or Hakase-san..." His callused finger slowly traced her cheek, and he stood back up.
The woman looked out at all of the wreckage as the results of Rudger's betrayal. Around them were the broken bodies of people she'd begun to care about, and a few others who were just doing their jobs. 'I'll probably be joining them soon.' She was sure even the lump in her stomach was dead too and she cried, knowing that it wasn't going to survive.
'I'm dying. I know I'm dying. No. You are not going to die, you coward. Get up. Get up, goddamn it!'She reached for Hakase's hand, trying to find him. 'Maybe he isn't dead. I'm not. He can survive if I can, right?'
"You know what I am, Fudo." He continued as he looked at her with a gaze so penetrating that she could simply feel it, lying on the floor, beaten to within an inch of her life. "What I'm capable of. Just like you. And I hope that you can realize that this is not me as a vengeful man, more rather…this is me, in my most insanity." He said in a defeated tone.
The Mother's face was now absent of blood, yet cuts and bruises still remain. The room span slowly, making her turn away in brief nausea, the sun still burning her broken body.
He struck a match and lit a cigarette, letting the noxious fumes fill the blood-soaked air. "We always said you were untouchable, but we were wrong." He continued. "No one's untouchable. Everyone bleeds just the same. And everyone dies."
She looked up at him. A single tear fell from her battered face. The salty liquid stung as it hit the cuts on her face. She said nothing, nothing but gasps.
Her crew, her friends, just stood around her and just fucking fact, they seemed pained, hurt by what they're seeing. 'But considering that their owner is the cause of the sight before them, I am disinclined to give a fuck. The lackey in training is back now...'
...She handed him her silver gun. There was the familiar clicking sound of metal-steel rasping against leather, she faintly heard, and the sun abruptly was blocked out.
Her eyes widened, her breathing became more harsh and shallow. She heard bullets rattling, and she used every ounce of remaining strength and willpower to turn her head, staring up at him in betrayal. He couldn't. He wouldn't.
'No. This can't happen! Not for my sake but for…'
She was petrified as she lay beneath him helplessly. She refused to break eye contact with him. If he really had his mind set on this, then she wanted to look him straight in the eye when he did it. She saw little point in cowering away from the intimidating barrel that was soon to be pointed at her. There was nowhere to run. Even if there was a way to escape every one of these bastards, her limbs refused to move, leaving her at a laughable disadvantage.
Waiting for death to claim her was all she could do. Yet, for the first time in a long time, she felt afraid. No, it was not of death of which 'The Mother' was afraid. But rather, it was the child whom she carried in within her was who she was afraid for.
As she waited for what may be her and the child's inevitable death, she silently asked herself; "Would he have some mercy or let her live if he knew at least?"
As the man she once loved and responsible for this disaster, neared and became a vision before her eyes, and carried a 9'millimeter revolver which was his trademark, the same questionable thought repeated itself in her mind…
"Now, I hope you can understand why this is happening to you. I hope you realize that this is not the end for us…just you." He added.
She stared at him. Her eyes were filled with raw, burning…anger. Not sadness, not shock…anger.
"It's a shame you have to leave us like this. But your 'kind' deserves this. You may hate me, but I only did it for the good of mankind."
Yet, she remained in a shaking rage.
"It's just business. Sad business, but business all the same…" He trailed off, momentarily pursing his weathered lips.
She then note him slide a clip to the nine mil home into the gun which brought them to that pivotal moment. That was it. That was when the situation really hit her and damn, did it hit her hard.
He was actually going to go through with this. He was definitely serious about putting a bullet in her.
He cocked his pistol. "In these final moments, I won't have you thinking that I enjoy this." He said quietly, in a defeated tone. "I could never relish the thought of...killing you. Any last words, Fairy Queen Titania..?" He said in his low voice as he aimed the gun at her head.
'Titania, Queen of the Fairies' was the nickname he had given her, although it was not her code name. There was the hollow, clanking sound of oiled metal as the hammer was pulled back.
Her thoughts raced, yet somehow still knew that at this moment that her ex-lover was just delaying the simple decision of letting her live or die.
"But he still deserves to know, if nothing else." The Mother thought to herself. Yet deep inside of her, she already knew the answer to that nagging question she asked earlier.
He pointed the loaded magnum at her face, gun in between her eyes' level, sighing deeply and she trembled with a fear that she had never felt before. Helplessness she couldn't bear to suffer.
The Mother was still determined to make it count and maybe save the one life she found truly worth saving. She quickly reacted, forcing herself to speak regardless of her current state. Her cracked and dry lips trembled. "Rudger, I'm pregnant." She mumbled.
He paused, the gun leveled at her head. The woman's voice finally cracked to life; she finally managed to murmur.
It was both The Mother and Rudger's moment of truth.
Even as she was wheezing, covered in blood from the wounds he had given her if only indirectly, he still marveled at how gloriously beautiful she was. He wanted to hate that baby that some common civilian had given her.
She was touching her stomach protectively as she watched him shift coolly. In a sort of fucked up way, she was proud of him. The Mother looked up at the man stood over her, she tried to calmly say as he raised the gun, but the panic was evident in her voice. "Rudger..!" She whispered.
He aimed the gun to her head once more.
She choked out: "–I did love you–!"
He squeezed the trigger right as she spoke.
BANG!!
Her sentence was cut short as Rudger's bullet wedged itself into her skull. Blood splattered dramatically across the floor and onto the audience.
Seasons came and changed the time.
When I grew up, I called him mine.
He would always laugh and say,
"Remember when we used to play?"
Bang, bang, I hit the ground…
Bang, bang, that awful sound…
Bang, bang, I used to shoot you down…
Music played, and people sang…
Just for me, the church bells rang…
Now he's gone, I don't know why.
And 'til this day, sometime I cry.
He didn't even say goodbye.
He didn't take the time to lie.
Bang, bang, he shot me down…
Bang, bang, I hit the ground…
Bang, bang, that awful sound…
Bang, bang, my baby shot me down…
TO BE CONTINUED…
A/N: so…uh-h. That's it. Woo!
New fic, after just watching the old Kill Bill movies for, like, the 77th time, a plot formulated in my head. And voila! "Fair Game" is born! I'm not sure whether this idea has been used before, and if it has, sorry.
As you can see, Rudger is the "Bill" of the piece, and Fudo-mama is "the Bride." This chapter was mostly my writing, but from now onward, it'll be heavily based on the script. Because I'm mostly following canon material from the Kill Bill movies, the 5Ds characters may be OOC, but I hope not too much. I will try to keep that from happening as much as I can. Oh, and let's see if you guys can guess who I got for the Deadly Vipers!
Yea, it's all I've got so far for now since I'm going according to the chapters by Kill Bill. "OMG! Will she live or die?! Oh, the suspense!" Well, the next chapter probably won't be coming up for a really long time, so...hopefully you all cannot wait…I won't post the next chapter unless I get maybe seven reviews. ;)
Tell me what you think in a review, if you can, because it would mean a lot to me, and whether you think I should carry on. If no one seems interested, I'll withdraw it. If it attracts interest, gooey goody lemon gumdrops wrapped in licorice, more chapters will follow.
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-Tristin K.