I've had a wonderful idea. Wonderful, at least to me. You see, I absolutely adore the Kill Bill movies, I mean, I think they're just great. And if I could have done it gracefully enough, I would have written a Kill Bill fanfiction. But the only way I thought I could do that was by making a sequel or something, and I just felt that there was no way I could have pulled that off. So I've decided to do something like what I did with Flower Blooming, and base this story on the plot of Kill Bill. It's a great way to relieve stress, and I think it's so much fun to do, so I'm going to try it out. But, that means that if you haven't seen Kill Bill Volume 2, or you haven't seen either of the films, and you want to, and you don't want it spoiled, don't read this. Seriously, I'll be giving away bits of the plot all over the place. It won't be exactly like the Kill Bills, but certain aspects of it will be the same. I'm just going to try and have fun with this project.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kill Bill, or Inuyasha, or anything related to either of them.

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Lei non Deve Parlare, Sento Chapter 2-Beware of Me

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Kagome bit down on her lip with terrible ferocity, begging it to bleed. She wanted it to bleed, she wanted to feel the pain and taste it too. She craved pain, and nothing was fitting. Previously she had tried abusing herself with brambles and sticks, but always his stare had met her try for try. The lingering threats he had promised regarding the village came back to haunt her whenever those burning gold eyes shot straight into her own.

But this, this surely would bring release. He couldn't possibly see what she was doing now. Not in the dark, not in this dense place filled with sounds and smells to crowd his senses.

At last she felt her small teeth driving through the delicate flesh of her lips, and she suppressed an instinctive cry as a small flow of blood trickled into her mouth. The sting of it passed over her body in waves of agony, and how she adored it. What she did not notice in the heat of the moment, however, was the tiny stream of crimson that strayed from the corner of her mouth.

He flew down upon her in an instant, knocking her to the ground backwards and pinning her to the earth in a torrent of dead leaves and brush with a hand to her neck in a second. The impact made her body convulse and cough; only increasing the flow of blood as it oozed from her mouth.

"Human," he whispered dangerously in the darkness that blanketed the forest, "What are you doing?"

She gasped and her vision danced while his grasp tightened around her neck, "I-I was...I was trying to," Kagome would have lied, but the stifling lack of air corrected her thoughts into a chaotic mess, and besides, she knew that he would see straight through her. Finally, she answered him, "I was trying t-to cause myself...pain!"

His grip slackened, "Do not try my patience," he told her coldly, before throwing her to the ground. As he watched her pick herself up staggeringly he understood that she was not lying, that she truly did want to torture herself. The thought was so ridiculous that it disgusted him. So much so that he was almost tempted to question her on her actions, but held back. For now, his own choice of actions should serve as warning enough for her not to try to pain herself again in his presence.

They had broken free from the tomb of Sesshomaru's father only hours ago, and pathetic as her body was, Kagome had collapsed onto the ground in tears born of both physical and emotional strain in moments.

His original intention had been to take the girl and Tetsusaiga to his westernmost territory, where he would have access to the resources that would be required in taming the sword. To secure the least amount of time spent on the minimal task of traveling into the west, he would have had to carry her, but obviously, from the looks of her condition, the girl would have surely died before they reached his main fortress.

Therefore, he had taken her into the depths of the forests where their scents would be hidden in the foliage, and Kagome would be allowed a night of untroubled rest before her final journey. Because Sesshomaru had no plans which concerned keeping her in the realm of the living after she had fulfilled her purpose for him. Jaken, meanwhile, had been sent ahead, to make arrangements for their arrival.

He listened to her silently in the black shades of the night as she stirred among the dry leaves covering the ground. Carefully, for lack of any more thought-provoking task, he analyzed this insignificant human creature. At the moment she deserved some credit, however minute it was, for surviving his punishments. But that was all he gave her, for there was too much stupidity in this mortal to possibly award her any of his respect.

She was small, fragile, delicate... Everything that a female should be, and everything that attracted his critical judgment. How dare such a weak thing be allowed to walk upon the earth, to taint nature with her very existence. The most ridiculous, and what had sent his opinion of her into foul territory, the fact that she had wanted so dearly to cause herself pain.

Sesshomaru inwardly scowled. What would possess anything to make such a mindless move? He understood very well why she had done it, it was clear in her eyes. She wanted to escape misery by spreading it in herself. Drown out agony with yet more agony; how hideous, a fitting demonstration of her lack of strength. If she could not continue to live with reality for even a few hours after her experiences in the tomb than it was obvious how small she was.

He sniffed the wind suddenly, in a routine check for any other foreign entities in the trees. In the process he caught wind of her scent. It was muddied by blood and decay, but the underlying smell of it all grasped his attention nonetheless. It was tolerable, for a human, but by no means up to his standards. She had a floral scent, nothing extraordinary, nothing particularly moving, but very average.

Her appearance was the same. Fouled by wounds of a various assortment, and features that were contorted by pain and anger. However, one could still detect the pretty plainness under everything. Dark hair and pale skin, the same as almost any other member of her race. There was nothing fantastic about this human, nothing.

The first rays of the sun would soon be showing on the horizon. At this light, he would force her to rise with the sword in hand no matter her physical strength. She'd had enough time to recover.

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Kagome held herself as still as possible. She couldn't bear the thought of attracting Sesshomaru's attention. She didn't want those fierce eyes on her, so reminiscent of Inuyasha's, and yet so violently different. Kagome knew that nothing would attract his gaze elsewhere, but she could still lead herself to believe that if she remained quiet and obedient, he wouldn't turn to her.

Amazingly, a small shiver of rebellious power still moved in her veins, and Kagome knew very well that Sesshomaru couldn't be allowed to make Tetsusaiga his own. She would have to stop it somehow; if not because it was right and it would deter the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people, because she knew it would have been Inuyasha's last wish. Somehow Kagome knew very solidly that in his last moments he had entrusted the task of guarding the sword from his brother with her, and she would rather die than let him down.

Kagome was more intelligent than she let on, particularly in cases that eliminated the need for concern for her own well-being, or for anything else. The events leading up to the woods had stripped her of many things that would have otherwise held her back from fulfilling a mission. She was free to act as she chose without hesitation, except for the village.

The village, it never left her heart. If she had anything left to live for, it was the village. Every last person that had ever meant a thing to her in the feudal era was bound ignorantly to a fate that spelled his or her own death if she did not cooperate with Sesshomaru. And she could not forget them; in fact it would be just as difficult for her to forget Inuyasha.

Torn, Kagome silently began to formulate a plan that might hopefully fulfill the needs of both sides of the equation. Somehow there was a way to destroy Sesshomaru's hopes of ruling the Tetsusaiga that would prevent him from annihilating the village, and she would find that way.

An hour or more passed as Kagome sat balefully in the deep darkness, wrenching herself to pieces just trying to find a way to do what she needed to do... And then, it came to her.

Kagome saw that the only possible way for her to kill Sesshomaru's dreams and keep the village alive was...to kill Sesshomaru himself.

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The first light of morning had dawned softly on Sesshomaru and Kagome in the deep woods.

Only a few hours ago Kagome had gradually settled down to make it appear that she had finally fallen asleep. And the temptation was great to do so, but she had to keep her timing perfect so as not to ruin the small plan that she had put together in her head.

It was very risky, very primitive, and all in all very stupid. But to Kagome, it seemed to be her only option at the moment. And no risk was too great for her cause: avenging Inuyasha by doing his last bidding.

The moment of truth, her first chance to put her ideas into motion, she waited for Sesshomaru to wake her.

"Human," she heard him say through closed eyes, "It is time to leave, wake up."

She made no response, pretending that she was either deeply asleep or deeply wounded. Both were good excuses for her insubordination.

"Get up," he said again, voice tainted with disgust. She continued to lie against the tree in false exhaustion. She was waiting, waiting for him to move... Her fingers tightened just a little around the hilt of Tetsusaiga, which had been in her grasp through the night.

Then, finally, she heard him walk towards her stiffly, and when he reached her he knelt down next to her. She almost held her breath as the time approached.

The back of his hand impacted her cheek sharply. She winced in pain while her eyes flew open. A single moment of tense silence passed, and then Kagome whipped the aging sword around at Sesshomaru. Her blow was slow, but Sesshomaru did just what she expected him to do anyway. He caught the sword blade in his hand.

Blue light and flames danced around his fingers and he promptly released the sword in surprise. Kagome leapt up to her feet while he was confronting the small stinging pain that drove him away from the Tetsusaiga and swiped at his neck at the same time.

Again he brought up a hand to combat it, but once more the burning light sprang all around his flesh when it met the cold metal of the sword.

Kagome grew afraid then; though she was hurting him, however minutely, and she was also driving him away, she was not hurting him severely enough as she had intended. Yet even so, when she had stood up successfully, she swung Tetsusaiga around a third time and prayed silently for better results.

To her misfortune, Sesshomaru caught the blade again with yet even greater confidence, and as the blue pain was sparkling all around his hand he looked her in the eye and said firmly, "Stop this." His features were full of rage for her stupid protest, and he pushed her back by the blade forcefully.

So forcefully, that she was thrown backwards with such force and anger that she was stopped only when her back slammed painfully into a tree. Thus she sank to the base of it, whimpering in agony with the sword falling out of her hand slowly.

But even through the immense pain in her body, Kagome still heard and felt Sesshomaru approaching, and took action despite her injuries. Hatred, fear, and frustration for her failure built up inside of her. It raced to her heart and filled her with burning strength.

'No...' She thought miserably. 'I can't die, not now...'

He was almost upon her; surely he would destroy her now.

'Not when I've failed him...'

He was before her, and when she opened her eyes weakly she saw Sesshomaru standing just a few inches away. Gracefully, he dropped down on one knee next to her and took her neck in his grasp. His other hand pulled back, taunt and ready as a bowstring. His talons glowed faintly with a green light.

"I will not tolerate this." He said dangerously.

Kagome screwed her eyes shut tight, and her fingers tightened around the Tetsusaiga. She heard the hissing of the burning poison from his fingers dropping down into the leaves. It couldn't happen. She couldn't die.

"No!" Kagome shouted suddenly, and at the same time she threw up the Tetsusaiga to protect herself. A vibrant lavender light came burning out of her body, just as it had come when Mistress Centipede had held her in its grip of death. The light became beautiful and blinding, and shone all around her.

Sesshomaru released her neck in shock, but not in pain...Because unlike the occasion with Mistress Centipede, Kagome's searing, pure energy was not directed at a demon enemy. It was directed, in an honest accident because she was touching it and not Sesshomaru, at Tetsusaiga.

The lavender light seemed to intensify for a moment and there was a sudden noise like the shattering of glass. Kagome opened her eyes with a small gasp, as Sesshomaru shielded himself from wayward shards of metallic bone. The Tetsusaiga had been destroyed.

She watched breathlessly as pieces of the legendary sword went flying in every direction. A single sliver suddenly buried itself deep into her shoulder. Kagome cried out in pain as it went tearing through her flesh, and then darkness crept across her vision, shutting out the still glimmering light.

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A scent was in her nostrils, a feint, but powerful scent. It was strange, like decaying flesh, or even saltwater. Kagome stirred a little. Every limb was sore.

As she moved, trying to guide herself into a sitting position, she felt a terrible burning sensation in her right shoulder. At first it bothered her, because she couldn't imagine what it could possibly be, and then it all came back to her.

The sword!

She gasped and sat up, eyes wide. Her shoulder was still filled with sharp agony, but she ignored it and put a hand over the wound soothingly only to find that her sleeve was wet with blood, which explained the smell.

Kagome looked around frantically, trying to locate Sesshomaru in the forest. The sky overhead was gray and overcast, how long had she been out?

Dimly, she struggled to her feet by using the tree she was propped against as a support. According to her range of vision, Sesshomaru was nowhere in the near vicinity.

Kagome shivered, he couldn't have disappeared. There was no way in hell that Sesshomaru would have possibly allowed her to live after she had destroyed the Tetsusaiga. Yet here she was alive, breathing, unharmed.

But there was still an eerie quiet in the trees. It was deeply unsettling; there was no movement, no noise at all. No birds sang, nor did any insects fill the silent void. Kagome took a staggering step hesitantly, afraid to break the quiet.

However, nothing could have possibly shattered the silence more frighteningly than the scream that suddenly rent the air. It had been a scream of incredible pain, burning agony. A scream of death...and it had come from the direction that the village lied in.

Kagome shivered in fear, but her nervous concern far outweighed her fright, and she began running and stumbling haphazardly through the trees, eager to reach the village to help in any way that she could. Or to receive help, because she felt the flow of blood pouring from her shoulder increasing.

Her surroundings dragged by slowly as she heaved herself through the forest. Every step brought her more pain, but it also brought her more dread. Kagome could not will herself to expect anything but the very worst.

Panting, she finally reached the crest of a long, high hill that she had been climbing, and stood looking down into the valley that cradled her small village. It was still, and silent, and she was so high above it that for a while Kagome couldn't make out any details except that it seemed just the way she left it; if not a bit more tense than usual.

And then she saw it, a corpse. The corpse of a village maiden, her limbs sprawled, held in her last position of death and pain. She lay in a pool of her own crimson blood.

"No..." Kagome whispered, "Please say it's not true." And she proceeded to sprint down the hill, ignoring her own pain as much as she could.

She entered the village after only a few seconds, and passed the dead woman with a look of grief and denial. Kagome slowed to a walk then, and began wandering into the heart of the crowded buildings apprehensively.

Bloody bodies appeared one after another in her path. Men, women...children. Kagome put a hand over her mouth as her eyes began to shine with tears. "Oh no..." She continued to say softly, unable to bear it.

"Kaede," she suddenly said firmly. Kaede had to be alive, she had to be alive. If anyone could have survived, Kaede would be the one. Her thoughts drifted away from the massacre around her, teaching her to be unfeeling for the moment toward the dead villagers around her. Breaking into a run once again, Kagome's feet splashed in puddles of blood as she went, seeking out the familiar hut she needed to find.

"Kaede!" She called. She didn't care if anyone heard her. She didn't care if the one responsible for all the death heard her.

At last, after stepping over dead flesh everywhere, Kagome saw Kaede's building looming before her. As she was still calling the elderly priestess's name, she crashed into the small, one-room home, expecting somehow to see her mentor of only a few days comfortably cooking something over her fire as usual.

What her eyes met, however, was the image of a bloody murder. Red liquid seemed to stain everything, and Kagome was struck still in silent horror as she tried to process it all. Her strength would not allow her to go any further into the building, and so Kagome turned around and dashed as far away from the hut as possible.

She didn't run long before she came upon an open area. The very outskirts of the village, nearest to Inuyasha's forest. Kagome was prepared to seek refuge from the unbearable wreckage around her in the well, in her own time, but before she could make it any farther towards the forest, a form made her stop.

A sleek, graceful form, clothes and immaculate silver hair carried by the wind slightly. His back had been to her when she was running, but now that she had stopped, Sesshomaru turned towards her slowly, still at a distance.

"You did it..." Kagome whispered to herself quietly as he started to walk towards her in a predatory fashion. "You killed all of them!" Her voice was high-pitched with tears.

"Yes," he answered her coldly. "A fitting punishment for your unforgivable destruction of my Tetsusaiga."

He was nearly upon her, and Kagome could feel her anger swelling inside of her. Anger, not grief. There was no room for grief now. That was not what Sesshomaru should be assigned. Grief was for the villagers, for their children, for every one of them that had suffered because of him.

Kagome clenched her fingers into fists and felt the familiar power of the vibrant light course through her veins. Unforgivable? What she had done? She was unforgivable?!

"You monster!" she shouted at him, and her power tore out of her like a storm again. She was not afraid this time; this time Kagome was furious. She was not going to let her strength be weaker for her insignificant fear. She would be hitting a more worthy target than Tetsusaiga.

And so she did. Her light enveloped Sesshomaru, blanketed him in a shroud of powerful, burning strength. She would purify his soul if she could. But what Kagome didn't realize was that Sesshomaru was blinded by as much hate as she was, and he would have none of her petty attempts to destroy him.

He threw off her forces suddenly, though not after experiencing damage himself. Numerous cuts dotted his body, leaving his clothes unmarred, but painfully splitting his skin. A single deep scratch had torn his cheek. Blood appeared through the silk of his shirt, and he growled.

"How dare you..."

Kagome, meanwhile, was brought to her knees. Her attack had drained her of most of her strength, as small as it had been to begin with, and now she was paying for it. Her old wounds had all reopened, and were bleeding profusely.

Sesshomaru looked the epitome of wild, dangerous rage. To have been harmed, by a human. Although she obviously controlled powers that were extraordinary for her species, she remained a human, and she had dared to defy him in such a reckless fashion. His hatred for her only intensified, and he once again resumed stalking towards her.

Kagome saw that her killer was approaching, and saw also that she had to get to her feet and run. There was nothing more that she could do now, she had to make a dash for the well. Using her very last reserves of strength, making her injuries even worse, she struggled to stand up. When she finally did, Kagome ran again. She ran from him.

Her steps were pitiful and week, and she could barely support herself, but Sesshomaru was bent on hunting her slowly like an animal, and so she at least had a little bit of time on her side.

So she moved as swiftly as she could towards the well, trying to overcome everything again. Sesshomaru she knew could very possibly catch her before she made it, but she had to do everything she could to avoid that.

Eventually, Kagome reached the edge of the forest and began tearing through the trees. The well wasn't very far into the woods, she knew it wasn't, and so she kept that in mind as her wounds became more unbearable and Sesshomaru continued to come after her.

Just as she heard his steps gaining as he broke into a slow run, she saw the Bone Eater's well up ahead, looking like a beacon of hope for her.

Kagome strained forward to it, pushed herself to the end, and finally collapsed over its edge just as Sesshomaru also entered the clearing.

She lay panting for a few seconds, and then turned and looked at him over her shoulder. A glowing red light was hovering around him like an aura. He was gathering his energy to strike her a final time. Kagome panted and tried to drag herself over the edge.

"You will die now," he said as she focused all of her effort on her last task. "For such crimes against me." His red aura then ignited about him like a flame, and roared towards her.

Kagome held her eyes shut and finally pressed herself over the edge of the well. She felt her body sink into the darkness, and heard the bolt of energy pass over her head and destroy the well.

Then she hit the hard ground and felt herself slip out of consciousness again.

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Kagome looked up through blurred vision. Everything had a strange haze that didn't fade for many minutes. When she could finally see things clearly, she realized that she was lying on her back in a cold place; on the ground.

She was in the well, and from the looks of the shrine roof above her head, in her own time. Everything hurt, and she had great difficulty breathing, but Kagome knew that if she chose to remain in the well she would certainly die.

So she tried to lift herself up as gingerly as possible, and wheezing, reached for the ladder by her head. Very slowly, she began to climb, one step at a time.

When Kagome reached the top of the well, she lifted herself out of it after exerting much force and effort, and almost toppled over when she reached the ground outside of it. The steps before her leading to the doors of the well house looked to be another great feat, but she moved towards them nonetheless.

She didn't notice as she stumbled up each step that only the very lowest bit of wood in the well was the same she remembered from the Feudal era, the rest was new and polished, modern wood from a modern time.

Kagome managed somehow to drag herself up the steps, but it had robbed her again of her strength, and so feeling that she had come far enough so that someone would be able to find her, she opened the doors of the well house and fell to the ground.

There she lay, panting, when suddenly she noticed that someone was standing right in front of her. She could see their feet from where she lay; they were just near her face. Slowly, she raised her head to see the rest of the person.

Sesshomaru stared down at her coldly, dressed in clothing of her time, but not looking any less furious than when she had seen him last.

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