Summary-

Go Go Yubari, the 17 year old henchman of O-ren Ishii. Her insanity made her a fearful foe to many, and her seat next to the former assassin turned crime-lord has made her famous. One has to wonder if it was just an insane girl's luck, or a planned rise to power.

-Disclaimer-

I do not own anything or anyone from Kill Bill. That's all I have to say.

Chapter 1: Go Go's Night on the Town

Only 15 and out on her own. She liked it this way best, for she could get whatever she wanted without the restraints of 'parents'. Tokyo was never more beautiful in her eyes on this night. A woman to her left was being pick-pocketed. A gang was taking their time looking over the passing teen in her school uniform. They were all pigs, ones that should be slaughtered. In her mind, not one of the would live if she had something to say about it. She walked past them in hopes that one would get close enough for her to disembowel.

Wish Granted.

The largest one of the group walked right up to her. She turned to him as he called out to her. Actually, he called out 'whore', but Go Go would have her revenge for that insult soon enough. His hand reached for her arm, determined to take her for a gang rape. Her plans differed.

She acted frightened and innocent. She knew this would only increase the vigor of the assailant; as well as make her enjoy the deed all the more. They were only steps away from the rest of the group. Her face changed to a look of malice. Out came the pocket-knife she stole.

As the boy turned back to her, his face met the small steel blade. Go Go didn't waste any more time. As the boy clutched his face screaming, she grabbed him by the hair, lifting his face to hers. She spat in his eyes, then stuck the knife into his throat; the blood rushing from his open wound onto her hand. She tore into the wound, pulling his neck apart with her small pocket-knife. He fell to the ground, blood escaping rapidly as he tried to hold on to the last bit of life he had. Kicking him numerous times, she laughed manically as his life left him. The corpse was mangled and bruised. Go Go turned her head side to side; looking at the boy as if he was some interesting toy that had broken.

"Too bad, it would have been more fun to torture you more."

She walked on, not even glancing back at the gang that just lost their most formidable member to a girl. Go Go had bigger plans; like going for some drinks in the local night club. It was time to celebrate her freedom in a more civilized manner.

She walked on into the establishment, her blood soaked hands and stained shoes causing the people in the club to stare. As she sat down at the bar, the bartender stared horrified at her hands on the counter.

"Is that... blood" He asked incredulously.

She laughed loudly, and just as sudden as her outburst came her face turned serious.

"Just pour the drink" she replied coldly.

A glass filled with her favorite drink was placed in front of her, and she grabbed it eagerly with her bloody right hand. Gulping the concoction down in only a few minutes, she called out to the bartender for another. And another. And so on. In a few hours, Go Go was inhebriated and laughing every five seconds. She called to the bartender again, but no drink came.

"Bartender! Where is my drink" she called out frustrated. Her voice was slurring terribly.

"No more! We have to cut you off" he called back to her while he was serving another customer. It was the last drink he would serve.

Go Go was swift in her actions. Her pocket-knife brandished, she was over the counter in seconds. Her knife went in as deep as she could thrust it into the bartender's back. She sliced to the center, and the bartender was down, his legs no longer able to understand his commands to run away. She stradled the man's stomach and moved her face so close to his that her dark black hair tickled his nose. She smiled at him as she held her pocket-knife over his eyes.

She had two new souveniers as she walked out of the bar that night. The small green eyes looked eerie in the city lights, and Go Go was amazed at how disgusting eyes look when pulled out of one's head. Her mind was still shot at the moment, and all she wanted was someplace to sleep. She found a small alley enclosed by two apartment buildings, and as soon as she entered the darkest corner she passed out.

Author's Note: Well here's my first Kill Bill story. Let me know if you like by reviewing. I might hold the next chapter hostage.