Part Four – Silver Hair with a Silver Moon
Chapter One: "Say please, BEEP. Say please."
Er...a plane?
Glancing briefly at the white sheet of paper that was placed oh-so-perfectly on her fold out-tray, The Bride sighed a deep, almost bored sounding sigh that couldn't be heard by the flight attendants a few seats in front of her, but most certainly was heard by the person in front of her (whom, by the way, was a silver haired man with a reasonably cheerful attitude, she'd observed.) He seemed to be leaning back a bit too far for her taste, and he seemed to be enjoying her anguish of no comfort. What an asshole! Sighing even louder this time, then continuing this sigh with a slight groan and even a bit of thrashing, The Bride knew her attempts to rid this evil man in front of her was absolutely futile.
Rolling her eyes now, The Bride began tapping her slender, pale fingers on the tray, then combing them through her long, blonde hair, and finally smoothing out her denim skirt that she currently wore (it went down to her knees, by the way – she had a strange fear of people seeing her creamy thighs and saying, "SLUT!"). Coughing into her fists and then rubbing it onto his shoulder, by the by, didn't even seem to work. In fact, he seemed to fancy her rubbing and she promptly stopped in her effort of salvation. Instead, she just kind of moaned and tossed her head from side-to-side. Why did she have to get stuck behind such a weirdo like him?
This had been going on for the last hour. If she was correct, she had another hour to go before they reached Tokyo. Damn it! And I thought I'd be saved from this demon sooner than an hour...she thought, her mind racing with ideas to somehow annoy this boy sitting in line with her. What annoyed her most was that he hadn't complained to any of the stewardesses, nor had he tried to make her stop. He only chuckled lightly and made no attempt to move his seat forward. In fact, she couldn't help but notice him move his chair even FARTHER back! Now that, lady's and gentlemen, was a serious offense to even The Bride.
Fuck, this guy was more obnoxious than even that jock guy she'd met in Osaka...what was his name? Oh, yes, how delightful that she remembered! Kiba! Thinking of him made her want to kill his dog and throw it at him. She bet it had rabies, though, so if she got bit she'd probably get it herself. After all, she was an outlaw – it wasn't like she could get her own rabies vaccine. Frustrated with this mere thought of a problem, The Bride just slouched in her seat and sighed in defeat.
Now the man spoke in a deep, smooth voice, "Giving up already? I thought you were better than that." Immediately jumping to her straight-up position, The Bride growled lightly before stomping her foot lightly on the carpeted flooring beneath them.
"For your information, I've been trying to get you to move forward for the last hour." Thinking her response was eligible, she merely smirked and crossed her arms adamantly. Her grin would falter upon his next comment.
"Then again, you could've just said please," Gawking, The Bride had no choice but to let him continue, "So, how about it? Say please and I'll move forward and let you have as much room as you want. Then again, you don't seem like the type that would be POLITE, God, no, you'd much rather just stab a man with his swordy there and take whatever you wanted. Am I right?"
Looking away, The Bride spoke softly. "You wouldn't know a thing about me, bastard. Don't go thinking you know someone just from one meeting."
Now, before their brilliant seat confrontation continues, it would be wise to present to you what The Bride hated the most about herself. The fact that people always jumped to conclusions about her, saying, "Oh, she must be some kind of fuck up," or, "I feel terrible for her, being forced to become a hired killer!" People she didn't know would take her as the aggressive type, and this man was a prime example of who she hated most. Now she couldn't help but flinch and rub her eyes, noticing that now their conversation had ended (which, although she'd never admit it, she kind of regretted) and his seat had moved forward. He must have realized what he had said wasn't exactly the nicest thing to do and mumbled a quick sorry. The rest of the trip was completely silent.
When the plane landed, she ran into the man on her way through the airport. He seemed to be waiting for her at the exit to the place, the sliding doors opening and closing beside him as he stood in the doorway, yet not enough to make the doors decide which position was better – open, or closed? The civilians trying to get inside didn't really seem to enjoy this, so The Bride assumed that this was kind of hobby of his, annoying people. As he smiled at her, he waved lazily, and The Bride couldn't help but smirk slightly back at him and march over.
When she approached him cautiously, she couldn't help but notice he was standing in a fashion that would certainly be bad for his back, AKA slouching. "So, where are you headed?" He asked curiously, his eyebrows arching in a friendly sort of way. She raised her own at his comment and just crossed her arms across her leather biking jacket, her sword hanging loosely in her grasp.
"You expect me to just tell a weirdo stranger where I was going? I don't even know your name. What kind of guy are you anyways, trying to pick up girls in an AIRPORT? Pathetic!" The Bride ranted, her insults having no effect on the man in front of her. He only smiled lightly and poked her in the head with a long finger.
"Say please and I'll tell you my name, ok?"
"Alright, alright! Just stop poking me..." The Bride practically yelled, her hands waving frantically in front of her. Now at peace from the attack of his finger, she sighed and said in utter humiliation, "Please, can you tell me your name, fucker?"
"I'll excuse the fact that you called me a fucker," he said, a small chuckle escaping his permanent smile, "But I'll tell you, since you're a nice girl. My name is Hatake Kakashi, assassin extraordinaire!" He finished his exclamation with a throw of his arms, which was rather stupid looking as it didn't even have a flamboyant nature to it. The Bride actually took a step back, though, and stared him in the face coldly.
"Who sent you!" She whispered harshly, her fingers numbly fingering the handle of her katana. Kakashi smirked and moved his index finger from side to side, making a 'tsk' noise with each wave of the finger from left to right. He ended this motion with another laugh, almost a psychotic giggle, and poked her in the nose. She quickly slapped his hand away and glared even more at him. At this point he was still smiling, which irked her even further.
"Say please and I'll-"
"Cut the shit, fucker! Who the fuck sent you!"
Apparently realization hit Kakashi, as he promptly ceased his smiling and put his hands across his chest in a somewhat neutral manner. His eyebrows were knit together into a V, and now his lips were curled into a slight snarl, perhaps even his fingers twitching on occasion (The Bride noticed all of this since she knew he probably was hiding a weapon of some sort in his business suit. She was surprised he hadn't already just massacred her on the side of the airport, or maybe in the bathroom.) "Sakura sent me, said I should take care of you as soon as possible. She even paid me in advance, so I gotta kill you now. Sorry, but I'm a top-ranking killer in this goddamn world."
Grimacing lightly, The Bride took a step back and placed her hand on the handle of the sword, but then noticed people start to notice their small confrontation. Instead, she lowered her weapon and said in a harsh, quiet tone, "What time do you wanna do this?" She really had no time for this assassin Sakura had sent after her, and she'd much rather have just pushed him out of the plane and went on to kill off Hinata than do this stupid thing. Damn it, he's slowing me down! That's the whole point of this, isn't it? I knew Sakura always thought Hinata was useful, but never in the fuck did I think she would care enough to send an assassin. Pathetic! Or maybe she figures that I can kill Hinata easily and then I can traverse to her...yeah, that bitch is probably so scared right now she's about to die. Serves her fucking right, I can't wait!
"How about midnight? It's cliché, and that's just my style. A swordfight at night, midnight, that is, the moon shimmering on our blades of truth and despair...how poetic!" Kakashi recited, clasping his hands together in a lazy fashion (all of this was obviously sarcastic), and she couldn't help but fee horribly angered when his smile reappeared. But then she saw it falter – this was just a disguise to annoy her and cause her to become unfocused, so she quickly disposed of her anger and looked him calmly in the eyes.
"Alright, where do you want to do it?"
"How about that airplane we were on?"
"Huh? How do you suppose we do that?" What kind of idea was that, madness? Then again, he probably was hoping she'd get caught trying to get onto the plane, or maybe she wouldn't be able to find the plane itself and he'd sneak up behind her while she was looking. His plane didn't sound necessarily, well, necessary, but apparently that's what he wanted. Still, she couldn't help but ask, "Why?"
"It's the first place we met." Kakashi said in almost a solemn way. Staring awkwardly around the airport was just about the most embarrassing thing that had happened to her in awhile, she quickly decided to speak out for herself (she was coughing lightly during this time as well.)
"Fine. I hope you're ready to get your head cut off."
That night...
First and foremost, it was almost impossible to find the plane. In actuality, she had to go into what appeared to be a hanger and search almost every single one of the planes without getting caught by those ridiculous pilots who call themselves heroes. She almost got caught once or twice, but a quick slit of the throat silenced them immediately. Despite the fact that now her white jacket was stained with red, and how she had accidentally stuck her finger (only slight, mind you) into one of her victim's throats, which had been awfully disgusting. She'd actually seen someone's vocal cords get torn out before by a rather barbaric man she had once took on (she believed his name had been something like Orochimaru, something along those lines), and it had been absolutely vile. Tonight she'd hopefully have a nice, peaceful fight with Kakashi and not just get her own vocal cords ripped out of her throat. Smiling faintly, she managed to catch sight of the plane where she was supposed to meet him. Hyuuga sword in hand, The Bride carefully approached the entrance to the white plane.
Along the sides of the plane were a variety of windows, obviously, and she was a bit disturbed to see a shadow run past one of them. Concentrating, she unsheathed the blade, holding it carefully in her grasp. Approaching the plane was no problem – she just had to do it quietly, and that's what she did. He must've known she was there, though, because she heard a rustle inside and a light, metallic sound. Grimacing, The Bride climbed up the stairs to the plane's doorway and fiddled around with the door for a few moments before quietly pushing it downwards, then stepping onto the cheaply carpeted floor in a swift manner. Scanning the plane, she couldn't see anyone in there. Her sword was in front of her in a guarding fashion, and her arm was jutting out in back of her. Her eyes darted from side to side, seeing absolutely no one. This better not have been a trap – I'm too smart for a trap, right?
As she approached one of the bathroom doors, though, her fears were diminished and out came a flicker of light, a slashing sound, and her sword clanging against another katana. Her eyes ran upwards towards another set of eyes, one red and one seemingly grey in the dim lighting, and she snarled when she knew it was him. Kakashi really had decided to fight fairly, hadn't he? Their swords were locked at the hilt, and her strength was diminishing quite quickly. Sweating lightly, The Bride decided to make a fairly dirty move and kicked the man in the knee, jumping backwards and then slashing upwards in a silent arch. Her attack was easily parried, and soon she found herself blocking a horizontal attack of his finely crafted steal. Pushing forward, she knew her chance was now – performing two vertical hits, the first one downwards and the second one upwards, she managed to unfortunately miss the man entirely, and was shocked to see him hanging from the cargo storage on the wall.
Kakashi smirked, spun around, and managed to flip to her backside. He attempted to stab forward, but she fainted an attack before dodging the misdirected hit and following it up with a swipe at the feet. Kakashi jumped, slamming his sword down onto her with immense power, but she managed to hold her sword up just in time to have herself again in a lock. Scowling, The Bride kicked her feet upwards and flipped him over her, spinning around and slamming the sword downwards onto...the floor? Where did he go!
Her questions were answered when she felt a backhand slap to her face, and then a slice across her shoulder. Screaming in pain, The Bride felt the warm liquid called blood splatter across her black leather biker jacket. Groaning, The Bride screamed in rage before slicing horizontally over his head, jumping to avoid a low sweep, and while in the air delivered a vertical slash to his sword arm (his right arm). He seemed to have connected with the blade, as he moaned in pain before skidding backwards and hitting one of the seats, clutching his arm to stop the bleeding. Knowing luck was with her, The Bride quickly flipped forward, hanging by her legs from a bar that was what appeared to be supporting the ceiling. Now upside down and facing him, she thrust her sword forward and her dodged it only by a few centimeters before doing the same to her head.
In the knick of time, The Bride flipped up to avoid the strike and rolled off of the bar to the other side, swiftly placing herself on his shoulders. He looked almost shocked to see her quick flipping movement, and now his guard was down. Spinning her sword in the air for the finishing touch, The Bride stabbed downwards and into his stomach. She could feel the blade pierce through the skin and what appeared to be a small plate underneath that, hitting a soft spot in his body and splitting it in an instant. Blood poured out, the red staining his white dress shirt and the jeans he wore beneath them. Back flipping off of him, The Bride watched as he groaned, collapsed to the ground and dropped his sword. Struggling to stand, he managed to clutch the side of the wall for support and lean himself against one of the plane chairs. His eyes scanned his slit open stomach, and this scene reminded The Bride of some kind of twisted baby taking scene from a movie probably called, "The Devil's Son" or some shit like that.
Kakashi finally raised his head shakily at her panting features, the high ponytail she had on now completely undone and her face streaked with a line of blood from the hit to his shoulder. But then he did something completely strange, and even she flinched lightly when he did it.
He smirked.
Kakashi was surprised, no doubt, at the skill of her, but she certainly didn't expect him to find this in any way amusing. He was dying, God damn it, and she hated it when people took it casually. This was just one of the things she hated – feeling guilty for taking the life of someone. Contrary to popular beliefs, the stereotype of an assassin does not exist. There are very few of them that are cold hearted and ice queen like, and the only one she could think of was Sasuke's brother, Itachi, who probably wouldn't care if his assignment was to kill his lover – that is, if he ever would have a lover to begin with. Kakashi was just another victim, she thought, to Sakura's grand scheme of killing her off. Damn it! Why did Sakura have to do this!
Then Kakashi spoke, blood lining his teeth and sliding down his porcelain face. "You know, I figured I'd die here." The Bride said nothing, but she felt in her heart a pang of sadness. So he knew. Then why the fuck did he come here? Sniffing lightly, The Bride approached him and gingerly helped him stand, letting him drape one arm across her shoulder. His head was softly leaning against hers, and she could feel the blood drip into her platinum blonde hair. Closing her eyes and looking away, pain was obvious on her face. Emotional pain, something she hadn't felt since the wedding.
"W-why...?" The Bride asked finally. She wouldn't cry – she never cried. This wouldn't be one of those things where she barely knows him yet she feels so much for him. She wouldn't cry, no, but she would feel so fucking badly about doing this to a pawn in this hellish game. Letting him stand and lean against human warmth as he died was one of the only ways to say that she was sorry to him. And, from what she got from his reaction, he understood that and accepted it like any normal human would.
Kakashi laughed, but his chuckle sounded more like a cough and a wheeze than normally. "I knew it'd happen some day – that's the life of a hitman, right? I have no right to refuse destiny. That's what someone told me once, you know? Someone told me that once." Perhaps that was true, she contemplated. Maybe it was destiny that this would all happen. What if her destiny was that she never would have her revenge, and that her blood soaked harmony would never exist in all reality? The thought made her cringe, even with the fading spirit standing on the floor next to her. Fate was something that was always against her, almost relishing in the fact of her despair. If she had it her way, she'd demolish fate. That's what she said next.
"If I had a choice, we wouldn't have to follow fate. We'd be able to cut our own fucking way through this hellhole." She whimpered, and she could feel his blood soaking onto her tight black pants and the knee length boots she had equipped. Her sword, obviously, had been dropped quite some time ago, dyed with crimson water. Kakashi again made that pseudo-laugh, and he smiled brightly at her reply.
"Reality, a hellhole? Naw...it's just life. We should enjoy it – you should enjoy it, even if it's harsh. That's what I think. Make the best of everything, you know? If you didn't live to the fullest, then who knows what you're missing out on." Kakashi optimistically replied, shaking his head at the hopeful thought of hers. She was a bit taken aback by this, by nevertheless accepted it. He was probably right, after all. If she just writhed in her own self pity for the rest of her life, she'd be going no where. That's why she had to get her revenge – that's why this event in time was necessary. Realizing her mistake, The Bride hastily gripped her free hand with his, and gave him an apologetic squeeze. He returned the favor, and then she realized that she couldn't support his dead weight for much longer. Sliding to the floor and leaning against the cold, plane wall, The Bride held Kakashi tightly as they embraced their hands together. It didn't matter that she didn't know him personally. He had nice precepts, and a nice idea of how to live. He was what someone should wish to be, and it was tragic that he had to die in such a pathetic way. But then again, he probably enjoyed it – this was just another experience for him.
"Thanks for the great fight. You're really strong." Kakashi muttered, and she knew that those were going to be some of his final words. She nodded, upper lip trembling as she resisted the urge to let herself cry. A faint grunt emerged from his lips, and he muttered something lie, "Guess it's time, huh?" She nodded solemnly, now letting a few salty tears fall freshly from her tightly closed eyes. When she opened them to take a look at him, her eyes showed a thick, wet layer beyond her cornea. And as Kakashi Hatake died, stayed with him. She stayed with the man that made her accept the world in just a few short sentences, the man who accepted the fate of everyone, who accepted the fact that shit happens and you should get over it. And as she held him even more tightly when he finally faded off, she let off a scream of anger and sorrow synthesized together to make what everyone has to experience; eternal sadness. It was then, as she lay with Kakashi's dead body in the plane, that she knew what she had to do.
She was going to kill Sasuke.
Author's Note: Finally! OMFG! It's up! I know! I'm sorry! I'll let you gut me, and even relish in the fact that my organs are spread across your carpet floor! But I do plead that you do it quickly, because pain really isn't my thing. I'm terribly sorry that this took so fucking long, but hey? It was MCAS for the past like, year. I'm actually considering sending this in to Link and Luigi, whom I'm sure would hate it, but hey! That's fine, right? As long as I get another story up there. I wonder if they accept Rated M stories, anyways? No idea. But to ignore the fact that this is like, six months overdue, I'd like to go over this chapter.
First of all, this is not actually in Kill Bill: Vol. 1 or Vol. 2. In fact, I added it because I needed a chapter to keep you all amused-I mean, cough, to just, uh, yeah. Silly me. I really wanted to make a chapter that included Kakashi, but I just couldn't think of anything, so I made this piece of shit. It's only like, 3740 words long. Short, but I think it'll be good to the non-existent readers I have. I've also decided everything, from who is who to what happens. I don't plan for the ending to be EXACTLY like Kill Bill's was, but I do want to make it similar. This story is going to end with Hinata getting killed off, but it is also going to have a bit of Sasuke's perspective at the end of it, about another three chapters of just him and Sakura and a bit of Naruto. Those aren't going to be out for a bit, and I might just make them a spinoff kind of thing. Either way, they will exist.
If you'd like to know who's going to be Johnny Mo, I won't tell you. I already know. I also already know who's going to be Gogo Yubari, and that one's...odd. But it's a parody, so you can't complain! HAHAHA! I also know who's going to be the first five that are with Hinata when Ino first confronts her. I'll tell you - it's Akatsuki! Yes! But Itachi's not there. Oh yeah, and Itachi shows up at...some point in time, I don't really know when. But he will. He'll get killed, too, because he's one of my least favorite characters, besides Sakura and Naruto. A bit of trivia for this chapter is this: Who was Kakashi referring to when he said that someone told him to accept fate? It was our favorite caged bird, Neji!