Disclaimer I do not own any of the characters from kill bill, Although I have had the similar feelings of bedrail both had in the second film.

Chapter one.

Have you ever had one of those weird things happen? You know; you wake up in the morning feeling like something is just waiting, going to change your life, but you don't know what it is. Hmmm? Well I've only had that happen a few times in my life, but I'm sure everyone has had it happen at least once. Well I'm sure you've guessed that I'm going to tell you about one of those times. You're right, this is about how I meet the mother of my child. It all started on a cold night in New York. I wont claim to be a simple man, I've always been far from it, well unless knowing that you are a cold blooded killer and have done everything to be the best simple. Well do you? If you do, well then I am a simple man, imagine that.

New York held a job for me; I took up the family mercenary business and currently had my brother preparing for his training. As he was preparing and training through the years I took many jobs to get our finances in order. For this one I was after a small want to be mobster. He started by joining one of the mafia's runner groups and was now trying to take over a sector of the territory. Needless to say the mafia council and Don where not amused. So here I was waking up in Soho Grand Hotel feeling that my life would change without knowing when or how. I used the minimal information given to me to find this young boy in Soho. As I approached his favorite strip club, I went through my plan in my head. It was very simple I would watch for an opening and terminate him.

Well I hope that you don't think everything went as planned. I went in to the club as planned. I found a lovely corner in which to observe the entire club as planned. I watched this young man seventeen years my junior come into the club with an entourage. As far as I knew he had one person that ever came with him to this club, and here he was with eight people. He was having an impromptu meeting without his cousin. He took off his trench coat and revealed a newly pressed Armani suit, and short clean cut brown hair. The boy was only 22 and already dressing like a well-seasoned executive. Inflated Ego anyone?

I know what you're thinking at this point, What about yours? Well I'll tell you. I spent my years of fifteen to twenty-five training in Japan in all manners of karate and swordplay. I spent twenty-six to twenty-eight learning the way of the Samurai I had not picked up yet. Then the rest of twenty-eight until thirty with master Pai Mei learning the best karate I have ever found. It still bother's me that to this very day the old man has not taught me everything. So since I can kill you in numerous ways before you are even aware that I'm in your vicinity, I feel that my ego is well perceived. Thank you. This boy had a big ego that was earned by his bodyguard. In fact the whole reason I stayed in the club when my plan fell through was because the bodyguard was there. The minimal and pathetic information I had stated the name to be B, and did all of the dirty work for this boy. Imagine my surprise when in fact a girl took off her trench coat and positioned her self in the place where a bodyguard would be. A very stunning girl who could only be a few years older than my target Tony. To say I was smitten would be an understatement. She was tall, very skinny, and blond. Almost to skinny to look like a killer, But as the meeting went on I saw exactly how lethal she really was. One of the associates in the meeting decided he was to have none of what was going on I guess, because he got up and made to leave. In the next instant the girl moved from behind the chair Tony was in and had moved 8 feet to stand next to the associate. As he turned and started to yell at Tony, I saw her take a katana out from under her shirt. The man's head was off before he could face the door again. OH BOY, did she have my attention.

Naturally I decided it was best to go back to my hotel and contact my employer. After I had sufficiently yelled at him for not having the proper information. I had to explain to him exactly what I wanted. How can a person be in the top rankings of the mafia and not know what information needs to be gathered? A man can lose his life that way. He stated it would take a few days. This is also the mission where I decided that if a potential employer did not have complete and thorough information on the target and those around the target the job would be dropped. My girl taught me some'um before I even talked to her for the first time, Odd isn't it?

Over the next week or so while I waited for my information, I watched Tony and B. This girl was a cold-blooded killer, Just like me. She was around 6" tall with long honey blond hair, sharp cheekbones, between oh I would say 120 to 125 pounds. A beautiful angel of death. One time I got up enough nerve to Bump into her on the street and looked into the most beautiful slate blue eyes I have ever seen. I still wish I could wake up and see those eyes every morning. In a way I do because BB has her eyes, but it's never the same.

Finally, the information came and I had a complete name and background on my angel of death. Her name was Beatrix Kiddo. A name she picked up in the CIA. She had trained to go into deep cover without backup for assassinations, but had signed up towards the end of the cold war. As a result she was a very deadly weapon with nothing to do. So she became a henchman at the age of 25. Now I may only have been 39 years if age at the time, but I assure you I was and still am an old and lonely man. I have always lived by the motto of if some one is intriguing age never matters, well unless the other person is under the age of 18. So I decided that perhaps Kiddo's employment should change. Lots and Lots of charm would be needed. Especially after I killed her boss.

I know this is short and hopefully sweet. It was slow in coming to me.

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