Ice Cream

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Ice cream; Vanilla. That's all she could think about. They had had it that morning, and even now as she lay motionless on her back, blood spattered on her pale face, all she could seem to think about was the cold, thick sweetness of her favorite confection.

They had been walking down the street, her parents talking about this and that - things she wouldn't really understanding or care about for many years yet. 'I hear they're raising the taxes this year,' her father had commented casually, speaking Japanese fluently. He really only did it to please her mother, he was much more comfortable speaking in English.

'That's just horrible,' her mother had replied, shaking her head and squeezing her small hand tighter. The large man just shrugged; it wasn't really important anyway, O-Ren could tell. He had just wanted to make conversation.

Her sensitive nose had caught a faint trace of something in the wind, and she had stopped, only to almost be dragged off her feet by her parents. 'Ack! O-Ren! Pay attention please, sweet pea; you could get hurt.' Her father chided, bending down and scooping her into his powerful arms.

'Ice cream.' she said simply, pointing to a distant store. 'Could we have ice cream, Papa?' He smiled and tussled her hair.

'Sure, why not have a treat on such a nice day.'

The smell of smoke brought O-Ren back to herself, the sweet taste of memories turning bitter in her mouth. Her father was dead... They would pay.

A/N: Still working on "New Moon Rising: revisted" and "...Looking Glass". I am just so overwhelmed with the school stuff (and, besides the 3 papers and major test I have coming up for next week, I am also a very lazy person). But, the next chapter of "New Moon" is almost done... So, this is me trying my luck at Kill Bill... whadid ya'll think?