Copperhead: Crossover Fic (Kill Bill/Revolutionary Girl Utena)
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Copperhead
Fandom: Crossover Revolutionary Girl Utena/Kill Bill
Pairing: Juri Arisugawa/Elle Driver
Summary: If the girl wanted to surrender her ego, to learn to live without pride, Elle was more than willing to accommodate her.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence, suggested sex.
Author’s Note: Written for slashtheimage prompt #27.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
Copperhead
The girl’s hair blazed like a burning bush in the desert sunset, her curls twisting and shimmering like snakes in the wind, painted all the colors of the rainbow. She stood on the scrubby, brush covered hillside watching the bashed up trailer below.
Her name was Juri Arisugawa, she was eighteen years old. She had left a prestigious boarding school (and a lucrative modeling career) in Japan and come to America, to California, on the advice of the master sword maker/sushi chef Hanzo. She was a skilled duelist and had come in pursuit of a sword but the truth was she wanted much more. She was hoping to put behind her the ghost of loves lost, seeking redemption for her pride. What she needed, more than the legendary Hanzo sword, was some kind of a guide.
When Juri made her way to the trailer she found her mentor.
A tall, beautiful woman with long yellow hair and no eyes who was sprawled in the wreckage. Her arms bore snake bites but she was still breathing. As Juri pulled her from the debris she screamed, “look for my eye, where’s my eye?” Then she began to laugh.
The blonde in the wreckage, Elle Driver, was an assassin. She’d been left for dead by a woman she’d tried more than once to murder. Maybe she’d deserved to die, but she hadn’t.
Elle couldn’t see Juri’s orange-colored hair or huge eyes. She couldn’t see how beautiful Juri was or that she moved like a panther. Elle didn’t ask (and Juri didn’t tell her) how important and admired she had been at school. All Elle knew about Juri was that the girl wanted to serve and that she, Elle, needed someone to serve her.
Having offed her own teacher, Elle had never had a student before but now that she was blind her choice was Juri or helplessness.
If the girl wanted to surrender her ego, to learn to live without pride, Elle was more than willing to accommodate her.
In the months that followed, Juri became both Elle’s eyes and her sword. In the remote California Mountains she practiced martial arts and subservience. By day she did as she was told, held stances for hours, carried water and she bashed at bricks and boards until her hands bled. At night in unions without warmth she opened herself to Elle Driver, bending to the woman’s needs and desires even as her own fell away. In these days and nights, Juri let herself be sharpened, like a sword.
Elle’s goal was to make her protégé good enough to defeat Beatrix Kiddo (who owed her an eye). Juri’s goal was to make herself empty so that Elle’s will alone would rule her.
In this emptiness, she found a kind of freedom akin to the open desert skies and the burning sun that made her orange hair blaze copper and red. She understood Elle was the opposite of a good person, yet Elle made her free.
Title: Copperhead
Fandom: Crossover Revolutionary Girl Utena/Kill Bill
Pairing: Juri Arisugawa/Elle Driver
Summary: If the girl wanted to surrender her ego, to learn to live without pride, Elle was more than willing to accommodate her.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence, suggested sex.
Author’s Note: Written for slashtheimage prompt #27.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
Copperhead
The girl’s hair blazed like a burning bush in the desert sunset, her curls twisting and shimmering like snakes in the wind, painted all the colors of the rainbow. She stood on the scrubby, brush covered hillside watching the bashed up trailer below.
Her name was Juri Arisugawa, she was eighteen years old. She had left a prestigious boarding school (and a lucrative modeling career) in Japan and come to America, to California, on the advice of the master sword maker/sushi chef Hanzo. She was a skilled duelist and had come in pursuit of a sword but the truth was she wanted much more. She was hoping to put behind her the ghost of loves lost, seeking redemption for her pride. What she needed, more than the legendary Hanzo sword, was some kind of a guide.
When Juri made her way to the trailer she found her mentor.
A tall, beautiful woman with long yellow hair and no eyes who was sprawled in the wreckage. Her arms bore snake bites but she was still breathing. As Juri pulled her from the debris she screamed, “look for my eye, where’s my eye?” Then she began to laugh.
The blonde in the wreckage, Elle Driver, was an assassin. She’d been left for dead by a woman she’d tried more than once to murder. Maybe she’d deserved to die, but she hadn’t.
Elle couldn’t see Juri’s orange-colored hair or huge eyes. She couldn’t see how beautiful Juri was or that she moved like a panther. Elle didn’t ask (and Juri didn’t tell her) how important and admired she had been at school. All Elle knew about Juri was that the girl wanted to serve and that she, Elle, needed someone to serve her.
Having offed her own teacher, Elle had never had a student before but now that she was blind her choice was Juri or helplessness.
If the girl wanted to surrender her ego, to learn to live without pride, Elle was more than willing to accommodate her.
In the months that followed, Juri became both Elle’s eyes and her sword. In the remote California Mountains she practiced martial arts and subservience. By day she did as she was told, held stances for hours, carried water and she bashed at bricks and boards until her hands bled. At night in unions without warmth she opened herself to Elle Driver, bending to the woman’s needs and desires even as her own fell away. In these days and nights, Juri let herself be sharpened, like a sword.
Elle’s goal was to make her protégé good enough to defeat Beatrix Kiddo (who owed her an eye). Juri’s goal was to make herself empty so that Elle’s will alone would rule her.
In this emptiness, she found a kind of freedom akin to the open desert skies and the burning sun that made her orange hair blaze copper and red. She understood Elle was the opposite of a good person, yet Elle made her free.