Slender, bloody fingers slipped into the notch on the door's frame and gently slid the screen open. The young woman standing there was dripping, rivulets of water and blood racing down her arms and legs and pooling on the floor-- pooling on the floor and then streaming down the stairs.
Her naked blade was at her side, and for a moment, her sopping hair obscured her face. But the light struck her cheeks as she moved forward, struck on Bill's cheeks as she stepped forward, her arm braced out in front of her.
"YAMETEYAGARU!"
She shook Bill's head at them by his wet, greasy hair. "You yakuza have no business being here anymore! Go!" There was a movement, some man reaching for a weapon, and O-Ren snapped her fingers, sharp and hard as a shot. "No," she said softly. "Understand me. This man killed my father, and now I've killed him. You fuckers are going to clear out, or-- I will collect your fucking head. Just like this fucker here."
"Arya," she said. "Pull the pin on the grenade and throw it up here."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2009-10-13 04:31 am (UTC)Her naked blade was at her side, and for a moment, her sopping hair obscured her face. But the light struck her cheeks as she moved forward, struck on Bill's cheeks as she stepped forward, her arm braced out in front of her.
"YAMETEYAGARU!"
She shook Bill's head at them by his wet, greasy hair. "You yakuza have no business being here anymore! Go!" There was a movement, some man reaching for a weapon, and O-Ren snapped her fingers, sharp and hard as a shot. "No," she said softly. "Understand me. This man killed my father, and now I've killed him. You fuckers are going to clear out, or-- I will collect your fucking head. Just like this fucker here."
"Arya," she said. "Pull the pin on the grenade and throw it up here."