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bantha_fodder) wrote2007-02-19 08:28 pm
bantha_fodder) wrote2007-02-19 08:28 pm
[fic] just the ticket to ride [kill bill] [o-ren ishii]
Just the Ticket to Ride, by Pen
Kill Bill, O-Ren, G.
100 words for Chinese New Year
She remembers her mother, hair falling over her face as she leaned forward. They would sit on her bed, legs crossed, their knees touching. "It's important to scare the ghosts away," her mother said, rolling the drum stick between her fingers. Her mother would roll the drum and the beat would sound, bells and beat mixing together.
O-Ren thought of this as she lay beneath her mother's bed; as she stalked her prey through the streets of Japan; as she lay on the floor beside Boss Matsumoto's corpse, the bullets from the guns of his bodyguards raining over her head.
Kill Bill, O-Ren, G.
100 words for Chinese New Year
She remembers her mother, hair falling over her face as she leaned forward. They would sit on her bed, legs crossed, their knees touching. "It's important to scare the ghosts away," her mother said, rolling the drum stick between her fingers. Her mother would roll the drum and the beat would sound, bells and beat mixing together.
O-Ren thought of this as she lay beneath her mother's bed; as she stalked her prey through the streets of Japan; as she lay on the floor beside Boss Matsumoto's corpse, the bullets from the guns of his bodyguards raining over her head.
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When I wrote the past tense, I thought of you. :oP
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