Kill Bill Vol. 3 B.B (Not completed)

The Social worker put the baby girl in bills' arms, and for the first time he held his daughter. She was a cute, rosy cheeked girl. Her hair was light brown, just like Bills. Her hands were tender and tiny. He was her only chance to live.1

'My baby girl,' he spoke softly rocking her, 'My beautiful, lovely baby girl...' He looked into her eyes. They were a warm shade of mysterious brown. He examined the jewels closely, they looked old and wise, just like his. Bill felt his heart throb for the first in years. She had been through hell even before she had seen the big world. Before she was cut out of her mother's womb, bloody and gruesome. Now she was alive and gorgeous as can be. 'We have been calling your daughter Bebe, we weren't sure how long it would have been to the point when you would receive her, have you decided on a name?' the African-American woman asked with a smile. Bill eyed her for a moment. A name? he asked himself. I have never named a child in my whole gruesome life. But he knew what name he would name his daughter.2

'I have decided to name her B.B. For short' He replied in his sweetest lisp, 'I've always favored the name.' Bill was scared for the first time in his life, not many fears entered his mind, but this fear entered his heart. How was he supposed to raise this child, he knew the basics yes, but how would he raise B.B, a baby girl? He was a killer-a warrior- that slaughtered mankind by the sword and gun for vast sums of money. He even tried to kill B.B's mother... he loved her, but she had hurt him. How could he hurt his baby girl? He had to find a way to raise his beautiful daughter. 3

The social worker handed him a filled diaper bag, and filled the bottle with milk before the two headed out to the parking lot. When they arrived at the car, he buckled the baby in the car seat.4

'Here you go B.B, this is the car my beautiful.' he cooed sweetly. Wow she looked like her mother in a way he couldn't describe. His face went straight as the baby squirmed around. 5

'You look like you mother...', he began, 'chances are you'll never see her again.'6

Bill, in his mind, knew the chances, it seemed impossible after he put that bullet in her head. How the blood spattered across the wooden Texas chapel, the way she lie still afterwards. These things didn't mean a thing too him, he'd put a bullet in anyones head if they got him furious enough. As he was turning around to the drivers side, B.B began to fuss. Bill suddenly turned. He unbuckled her and picked her up.7

'What's wrong? it's ok.... Be quiet,..come on B.B, shut up!' he said in a raised voice.8

The baby stirred, and wailed tearily! He realized that you yelling at a newborn wouldn't help and just make it worse. He began to rock her, that didn't work either.9

'Please, be quiet, gorgeous, quiet.' Nothing worked, he had one idea left.. 10

He opened the car door, reached the floorboard, and pulled out his flute. It was long, hand carved and brown, about 2 feet. He buckled the baby in the car-seat and began to play a Japanese styled song, an everyday thing to Bill, but a normal thing to B.B. She was new to the world, she knew nothing of music. Bill was raised in Texas with his brother Budd, but the whole story of How japanese culture came into his life is a whole other story. B.B settled down and fell fast asleep.11

After 10 minutes of played he blew his lips like a horse and looked to the twilight sky.12

" Some day you will be like me B.B." He began, 'We're going home now..We'll be there in a few hours.' Bill jumped into the front seat, started his Black sports car, and drove out of the parking lot. 13

The scenery seemed endless but finally Bill pulled off the road and down the cement path, they drove for a few miles and finally reached a mansion surrounded with gates. The Little box where a strange voice would ring sounded:14

"Hello, Bill's residence,"15

"Hello Josh, let us in"16

"Bill Someone is here for you, Elle"17

"Tell her i'll be there in a few, send for dinner"18

"What Should the Chef prepare?"19

"I think we will have duck tonight.. it was good last week, I want it cooked the same"20

"Yes sir.."21

The gate opened with a slow creak and came to a hault when finally opened. He drove the Car around the house onto a back driveway where a boy was waiting. Bill stepped out and the boy took his luggage.22

"Be careful with that" Bill warned, "theres stuff in their that could blow a hole through your midriff.."23

The boys acne looked shiner as he gulped immaturely.24

Bill walked over to the babie's side of the car and opened the door slowly. She was still asleep. Now she was home, had to wake her sometime. Bill unbuckled the belt that held the seat in place and tugged a little bit at B.B's sides making sure nothing was still attatched. Bill lifted her tenderly like a 50,000 China Vase. The babies' forehead wrinkled in disturbance but settled the moment she lay on his shoulder.25

"Take the car around the back... and as far away from that damned limo please!" he lisped hard and steady.26

Bill walked through the doors into a black carpeted room. A tiny zen garden resided in the middle surrounded with furry black and silk sofa's, 4 exactly. stairs lead off in two directions, up and down, made of marble. Bookshelves lined the walls (including some old looking scrolls)27

He'd set up a crib for his daughter in the corner where she wouldn't be disturbed. It was built for a toddler, way to big for B.B. Bill settled the baby into the crib and settled the silk covers over her. He stood straight up and looked at his sleeping daughter:28

"I never thought I would see the day where I would have a child"29

The smile left his face as Bill turned on his heel and began towards the stairs... the cool marble beneath his hand reminded him of death; The way Kiddo's cheek felt after he'd put that bullet through her skull. Bill took his hand off the banister.30

"Long day?" a voice echoed through the mansionous room.31

Bill turned and looked at the top of the stairs, "Yes Elle, another day another accomplishment."32

"Where's the baby? I want to see my daughter." Elle smiled.33

"She's sleeping, in the crib, i'll wake her-"34

"Wake her? No, you don't do that to infants." Elle informed.35

Bill looked startled and nieve, "I'm learning Sweetheart."36

Elle lead herself down the marble stairs. Today she was wearing a tacky red suit with a dashing black jacket that revealed her belly button. As always she was carrying her Hatori Hanzo Sword, no Martial Artist left without it... way too priceless.37