Beatrix Kiddo Black Mamba The Bride Administrator
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(7/21/04 1:01 pm) Reply
The Origin of O-ren
Chapter Three
The Origin of O-ren
(Continued from the City)
New Music: The Grand Duel - Luis Bacalov
O-ren Ishii was born on an American military base in Tokyo, Japan. The half-Japanese, half-Chinese American army brat made her first acquaintance with death at the age of nine. It was at that age she witnessed the death of her parents at the hands of Japan's most ruthless Yakuza boss...
Boss Matsumoto.
I was a killer who killed for you.
I had to choose.
I chose her.
The gray fumes weaved its way slowly into the air. A calming movement that could entrance the watcher in a sickening stare. Bringing you into a state of peaceful oblivion. Yet as its pungent odors filled your nostrils with the coarse air the stillness would be gone, only for you to be deprived of your peace. And it was that effect of being stripped of tranquility by only a whiff of poisoned air that so related to the people before his half-lidded eyes. A couple, who in his mind, had defied him in any way possible leaving him with a surge of betrayal. In return he would take their lives as easily as a trail of smoke defiling the pure air.
Matsumoto let the smoke and the toxins fill his mind. He had lounged himself upon this man’s own chair and with a nod of his head his people executed the order.
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The young O'ren Ishii was no where to be found. Her parents, however, seemed to stand tall though in fear of the Boss and his entourage, who had clearly claimed their territory in the Ishii home. The humble abode, was now run by the Yakuza with their steel and stench of cigar, the ashes spilt carelessly upon the floor. O'rens mother cringed in concern as the stares of the entourage were deadly, burning deep holes into the two of them. She backed up near the bed, in hopes that they wouldn't come near it, knowing that O'ren was beneath it, hiding from this brutal death force.
"Matsumoto. What calls you to my home?" Mr. Ishii stood, arm held out like a bar to prevent his wife from crossing between himself and the men. He looked at Matsumoto in disgust, the old man disrespectingly coming in, leaving his shoes on (trailing dirt onto the floor) and sitting in his own chair.
O'ren shuddered.
There she was, a young girl in a fetal position, slipped under the bed of her parents. She could see everyone's feet. The slippers of her mother, her father's socks -- the henchmen's patent leather shoes -- but she could see one face. The evil face of Boss Matsumoto. It was the face she could never forget. There was a very evil vibe about him, one that O'ren could feel burning within herself. She was a helpless young girl...and all she could do...
...was watch.
You might not be able to fight like a samurai, but you can at least die like a samurai.
Beatrix Kiddo Black Mamba The Bride Administrator
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(7/23/04 7:36 pm) Reply
Re: The Origin of O-ren
(I'm posting this for Lily... she'll be back soon ^_^)
A flick of his right hand and the ashes fell to the floor. He brought the cigar to his lips again and narrowed his eyes at Ishii.
He frowned and grunted ignoring him for a moment to look fully upon the trembling woman behind him. Matsumoto’s eyes darkened and a moment of different possibilities ran through his mind. He gazed lazily at her and fell back into the chair, hands clenching the rests.
A flicker of a grin passed through his face as he exhaled the smoke and the thought quickly. There would be other times, he decided. Matsumoto lifted his right index finger and in the corner of his eye he saw his men stir, his bodyguard fingering the hilt of his instrument.
"I think you know," he answered as he dragged on his cigar. He smiled grimly and looked over to the woman once more before his ragged voice continued. Matsumoto grunted once more and dropped his finger, two of his men making their way to Mr Ishii.
I was a killer who killed for you.
I had to choose.
I chose her.
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(OOC: I don't know the real names of O'rens parents. I put them in to stop me from writing Mr. and Mrs. all the time! If anyone knows, please inform me! )
Out of respect, Ina Ishii walked to clean what mess Matsumoto was making on the floor, but her husband stopped him. It wasn't the right time. Matsumoto had done more than intrude...he was walking all over them. He was showing them what a discrace they were to him by being one himself.
Jin Ishii stared into the eyes of Boss Matsumoto, through the smoke blown through his nose and mouth. His eyes were like fire, wishing that he would up and leave, wishing he would go in peace -- and they would deal with this later.
Jin shook his head. "I do not want you to bring them into this...Leave my house, Matsumoto. We will deal with this later."
O'ren looked over at Matsumoto from the open space from beneath the bed. She was shivering like a sheet of ice had suddenly come through and settled around her. The presence of Matsumoto gave her a feeling she could never forget...One of fear...and one of uncontrollable anger.
You might not be able to fight like a samurai, but you can at least die like a samurai.
Beatrix Kiddo Black Mamba The Bride Administrator
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(8/1/04 8:36 pm) Reply
Re: The Origin of O-ren
((And I shall take on the role of Matsumoto's various thugs *bows* ))
From a darkened corner came a laugh that was both mirthless and sardonic. The source of the laughter was an unusually tall and gangly Japanese man, with the snidest of looks covering his grim, emaciated face. In one, unnaturally long-fingered hand, he held a katana that was, for now, safely sheathed. Cold grey eyes observed the scene with obvious relish, as his Boss gave the orders to destroy the Ishiis.
"I do not want you to bring them into this...Leave my house, Matsumoto. We will deal with this later."
The laughter intensified, and the skeletal man raised an accusatory finger at Jin Ishii. "Later?" he scoffed, "For you, there will be no 'later'."
He glanced over at Matsumoto, who nodded and chuckled deeply. At the same time, three of the Yakuza Boss's subordinates came charging at Jin, each with their own war cry. Yet another minion grabbed his wife's arms and pinned them behind her back, despite her wails and struggles. What chance they had against a man of the army was uncertain, but as the three men advanced, Mr. Ishii certainly looked ready...
I was a killer who killed for you.
I had to choose.
I chose her.
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Jin narrowed his eyes. There was a thin man standing beside Matsumoto, and there was an evil air about him. Sure, they were all so crude and demanding, but there was just something unsteady about this particular sentinel. Every few moments, Jin would move his eyes over to the katana held in the man's hand.
Suddenly, all three of Matsumoto's men came at Jin! He was prepared, blocking every punch that was thrown his way. He was a prized fighter, the Military man. He'd seen his share of war, but nothing this personal. He was somewhat distracted by his wife's detaining and a blow struck him hard to the right eye.
O'ren gasped as she saw her father fall to the floor. The two made eye contact, his own steel gaze looking to hers, making his glance subtle, as not to let the men discover that she was in hiding. She blinked uncontrollably, the tears coming out rapidly to see her mother struggling and her father being attacked. Her heartbeat was racing.
Jin saw the fear in his daughters eyes, fear that he swore to never let her feel, as long as he was alive. Standing up from where he'd fallen, he gave a mean drop kick to one of the men, sending him flying out into the book case. He sure as hell hoped he wouldn't be getting up for a while.
One down, two to go.
You might not be able to fight like a samurai, but you can at least die like a samurai.
Beatrix Kiddo Black Mamba The Bride Administrator
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(8/4/04 3:51 pm) Reply
Re: The Origin of O-renCRASH!
Glass flew in sparkling shards and books scattered the floor as the first minion crashed into the bookcase, now lying slumped and unconscious... blood trickling from his head. But it was not over. In a new fit of rage, a second assassin unsheathed his knife and came charging at Jin Ishii, though not without landing a few punches to the man's face, first. Although Mr. Ishii recoiled, he otherwise seemed totally unaffected by it, and kept on charging. The third assassin looked on, growing apprehension clear in his eyes, knowing that if his colleague failed... it would probably be up to him to kill Mr. Ishii.
In the corner of the room, Mrs Ishii could only watch in desperation, her hands being held painfully tightly at her back. Tears fell from her unblinking eyes as she watched her husband in horror. And always at the back of her mind was their daughter. Wherever she was, Mrs. Ishii hoped that she was safe. Matsumoto still sat back casually in his chair, smoking his cigar and watching the scene with a small, amused smile... as though to him, this was the most natural and normal thing in the world, to see his subordinates beat this man to a bloody pulp before his old, evil eyes.
I was a killer who killed for you.
I had to choose.
I chose her.
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The second assassin lunged at Jin, but the army man was just too agile. Jin dodged the blows; left, right, left, right, one right after the other -- until one unfortunately slipped and hit him in the arm -- slashing through his uniform, allowing some blood to spill from the open wound. Jin charged with all his might towards the second assassin and took him down, managing to turn the knife and slip it into the second man, pushing it in hard to make sure he felt it slide through his internal organs with the wrath of Jin Ishii at its hilt.
"Leave my house, Matsumoto!"
Jin demanded, pulling the blade out of the man. He turned his head slightly to see the blood spray like a tall fountain behind him in the corner of his eye.
Ina pleaded with the two sentinels holding her down, but they threw her back onto the bed. Jin wanted to help her, but there was just too much going on in the room, even in the silence -- to allow himself to turn his back on Matsumoto and the third and deadliest of all assailants.
O'ren whimpered as she shook in fear, praying that no one would find her there -- until her parents were safe and Matsumoto left the room.
You might not be able to fight like a samurai, but you can at least die like a samurai.
Beatrix Kiddo Black Mamba The Bride Administrator
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(8/10/04 12:24 pm) Reply
Re: The Origin of O-ren
Matsumoto did not answer. He was already far too disgruntled with his assassins at their faliure to kill Jin Ishii to speak. Lazily his eyes roamed the room, where the bodies of his fighters littered the ground, all lying in pools of their own blood and organs, or between shards of glass and torn pages.
Apparently, he was not the only one who had had enough.
"HA!"
A flash of light sparkled from the blade of a sword as it was thrust deep into flesh- Jin Ishii's flesh. A small splash of blood hit the floor as the man looked down... only to see the katana blade protruding from his stomach. The man with his grasp upon the hilt was the very same tall, weasley looking man who had spoken earlier. Pushing back the curtain of lank, dark hair from his eyes, the man paused, allowing the full weight of the pain to penetrate Mr Ishii's body- from his wide-eyed expression, it was doing the trick. After a moment of silence, he wrenched the weapon out, sending Jin Ishii crashing to the floor with blood spurting in torrents from his wound.
The last thing that Jin Ishii saw was his daughter, hiding underneath the bed. O-Ren's father mumbled a few incoherent words to O-Ren before the final blow came.
Thwack!
The katana pierced the side of Jin Ishii's head as he lay there, taking his last breath. Then, his eyes rolled back into his head... he was dead.
New Music: Long Day of Vengeance - Armando Trovajoli
At this, Boss Matsumoto began to laugh- albeit a laugh that turned into a hacking cough, thanks to his tobacco abuse. At least one of his subordinates was not completely useless. The tall, thin assassin took hold of a piece of cloth, wiping his blade clean of Mr. Ishii's blood. One down, one more to go. In this business, not even women were spared. Boss Matsumoto turned his attention to Ina Ishii, who lay, hunched and quivering with fear upon the bed. This one, he would take care of himself. Rising from his chair, he strolled quite casually over to the whimpering woman. His thin assistant handed him the hilt of his katana, which Matsumoto took with great flourish.
Taking the hilt in both hands, the Yakuza Boss lifted the katana above his head, blade pointing downwards. Such an unfortunate end for such a lady... but he was set in his mind... the Ishiis had to die. Ina knew what was to come, but it did not quell her fear. She still let out an heart-shattering, blood curdling scream as the blade descended upon her. Though that scream was brought to an abrupt end as the katana pierced through innocent flesh, the matress of the bed- and almost through little O-Ren... who lay hidden directly beneath her mother.
Could you do what you did? Of course you could.
But I never thought you could- or would- do that to me.
Re: The Origin of O-ren"Dad...dy..." O'ren cried, as she saw the weak body of her father fall to the ground. His eyes were so frightened -- bloodshot -- and she could see the worry in them for her, even as he fell to his death, and gave his last breath. The young O'ren gulped as she felt a cold chill dance along her back, the girl finding herself trapped beneath the bed. O'ren's heart was racing, a feeling of disgust and waste that she was so helpless in this situation had overcome her. Why was she hiding? She could not defend her parents' death from beneath the bed!
It was where her father had put her, and that was where she would stay. It was an order!
They'd backed the fragile Ina Ishii onto the bed, and pushed her down -- her whimpers and cries incessant and shrill. O'ren watched as the large Boss, Matsumoto, rose from her father's former chair and walked over to where her mother was lying. What would he do now? What filthy things would he and his gang do to her? O'ren let out another soft whimper, but she quickly covered her mouth, not wanting to reveal where she was hiding. The tears were quickly rolling down her face as she closed her eyes. She wanted this to end, and fast...She wanted her father to be alive...and her mother to be safe.
Suddenly, O'ren jumped with a sharp gasp as the blade tore through her mother, and through the mattress -- landing just beside O'ren's face, barely missing any sort of contact by mere inches. The narrow eyes of the little Asian girl widened in horror, and she watched as the puddle of blood formed around the blade from beneath the dead body of her mother. It began to rain upon the girl, drops of crimson spilling on her forehead until she was soon covered in her own mother's blood. O'rens heart was racing faster and faster, wondering if Matsumoto would find her too and kill her just like he'd killed her parents...
The girl closed her eyes and waited.
You might not be able to fight like a samurai, but you can at least die like a samurai.
Beatrix Kiddo Black Mamba The Bride Administrator
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(8/19/04 5:02 pm) Reply
Re: The Origin of O-ren
Laughter filled the room as Matsumoto's hands left the katana's hilt. In actual fact, that had been easier than he had originally thought. Not taking a second look at the bodies of the Ishiis, or those of his fallen subordinates, he passed through the open doorway, and disappeared. He was closely followed by his remaining fighters. However, the strange, skeletal man did not follow immediately.
Stopping in the doorway, he turned around. Slowly, his slit-like eyes surveyed the wreckage of the small room- blood, glass and paper everywhere. Yet there was something nagging at the back of this man's mind... as though there was something, or rather someone he'd missed...
Eventually, his eyes fell upon a bottle of alcohol, set upon a table. The man's lips curved into a wicked smile. Retrieving his gun, he let a single shot ring out through the silent space.
SMASH
The bottle and its contents shattered, exploding into a million tiny pieces. But he was not yet done. Matsumoto's minion eyed the crushed cigarette that marred the arm of the chair that his Boss had been reclining in only minutes previously. In a lightning quick movement, the man's leg kicked out, sending the smoking cigarette soaring towards the puddle of alcohol upon the table- and the entire table burst into flame.
Soon, the flame spread throughout the room. All this evil man did was watch, the fire dancing in his cold, hard eyes, igniting a sense of madness within. Now there was no way that anyone left hiding could escape. With that satisfied thought, he turned away with a soft chuckle, leaving the Ishiis, their posessions and the entire room to burn. What he did not see was the form of a nine-year old girl, climbing out of the room and running for safety.
She swore revenge.
Luckily for her, Boss Matsumoto... was a paedophile.
At eleven, she got her revenge...
Could you do what you did? Of course you could.
But I never thought you could- or would- do that to me.
Re: The Origin of O-renCut To: House of Matsumoto. Night.
Matsumoto's room.
O'ren straddled the old and disgusting man. Nothing was accomplished, or would be accomplished, she knew. She almost shuddered as he stroked up her thin arms, his rough skin scraping against hers, so soft and flawless. She stared down into his eyes through the smoke of his cigar, the veil of smoke was so shady, almost like her soul. She watched as he puffed at the "death-stick" (as her father called it), and saw the enlightening of the cherry bulb at the end of it, illuminating her dark eyes. Now was the time to strike.
Pulling a knife from its hilt from in her sleeve, she took it in both hands and pluned its blade into the heart of Matsumoto; perfect... As she stabbed him over and over, the blood splattered over the walls, over the ceiling, over the bed...She smiled, so vindictively...so satisfied...
Look at me Matsumoto... Take a good look at my face. Look at my eyes. Look at my mouth. Do I look familiar? Do I look like somebody... you murdered.
A vision of her father, Jin, and mother, Ina, flashed through O'rens mind. They were gone...because of him...
One last stab, and O'ren released the blade from him, the gaping hole in his chest releasing a spray of crimson blood, that rained over O'ren. She could already hear his guards' footsteps stumbling through the halls...but she was ready.
You might not be able to fight like a samurai, but you can at least die like a samurai.
Beatrix Kiddo Black Mamba The Bride Administrator
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(8/21/04 7:20 pm) Reply
Re: The Origin of O-ren
The guards waiting outside the door had heard the screams of Matsumoto as the blood left his body in a shower of crimson. Knowing something was wrong, they raced down the hall and flung the door open, guns at the ready, shooting rapidly upon spying the blood-soaked girl still sat upon the bed. But both men soon ceased, dropping their weapons and frowning in confusion. They had seen her for a split second... and then she was gone. There was Matsumoto, lying on his side, with his back to them, moonlight bathing the room.
Both guards looked at each other, then back to the bed, and the splashes of red that covered the walls and furniture. What they did not see was the pair of bright eyes staring at them from beneath the bed... and the gun that O-Ren Ishii was pointing in their direction...
Could you do what you did? Of course you could.
But I never thought you could- or would- do that to me.
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O'ren took the 9mm that was hidden in Matsumoto's nightstand drawer, and cocked it. She saw the two men enter through the room and looked at them, and she knew when they gasped they clearly saw where she was hiding...beneath the bed. Oh...how this brought back memories! but this time, she was ready.
With perfect aim, she pulled the trigger, releasing a bullet that howled through the air, hitting one of the men in the shin. The blood spattered everywhere!! The other man tried to shoot at her, but she got him again in the shoulder and in the head, and then finally, the two of them were down.
She smiled, her satisfied smile, her smile of vengeance.
You might not be able to fight like a samurai, but you can at least die like a samurai.
Beatrix Kiddo Black Mamba The Bride Administrator
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(8/21/04 8:38 pm) Reply
Re: The Origin of O-renNew Music: Run Fay Run - Isaac Hayes
By 20, she was one of the top female assassins in the world...
The sun was bright, and the sky blue on this day. Nothing could possibly go wrong. What better day for a procession through the streets of this town. A new governor had just been announced... although he was not exactly popular with all of the residents.
In one of these cars he travelled, surrounded by beautiful women and drinking pink champagne, all laughing without a care in the world. Life could not possibly get any better... or any worse, for that matter. What they did not know was that someone was aiming for the governor's demise from way up high...
Could you do what you did? Of course you could.
But I never thought you could- or would- do that to me.
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Angle:
Zoom through the scope of the rifle. A dark eye is seen.
The sniper is O'ren Ishii, now older, mature, and in her prime. She was in rather, noticable attire; a red leather jumpsuit, but it was rather easy to move in...so she wore it anyhow. Holding the gun in her right hand, she steadied herself and watched carefully the limo below as it began to move into position. Her boss was counting on her...she had to make her target, and not screw things up.
Ishii had quite a track record preceeding this job. She wasn't a bad shot. She'd made every job that was placed before her, and she did a damn good job. She was clean. She was silent. And she was reliable.
Leaning down on one knee and steadying her aim, she could see where the governor was positioned and did not hesitate to make a shot.
The bullet hurled through the air after she fired the gun with confidence. It tore through the roof of the vehicle, and in the blink of an eye, (and in mid laughter between the three in the rear of the limo), the bullet blasted through his heart.
Perfect. O'ren smiled, satisfied with her work. She could see the limo stop and two broads jumping out of the car, screaming bloody murder. Which is just what it was.
You might not be able to fight like a samurai, but you can at least die like a samurai.
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