Disclaimer: I do not own G.I Joe, G.I Joe: The Rise of Cobra or the characters. Hasbro/Paramount and their other respected owners own all. I make no profit (not like I could) of this fanfiction nor do I seek to. This is purely to entertain myself, hence completely fictional to my crazy imagination. All other characters belong to me, unless stated otherwise.

Warning: This is slightly AU, so the characters will not come out as you would expect them to. I realized I can't stay in full character. Reason being is that some characters seem so unfeeling and I believe their is more depth to them. So hence this story since I deleted my previous one because I found it to be too much. I don't need reviews, so please don't bother if you don't want to. This is just for fun and it gives me practice to better myself. I put too much detail into the characters so bare with that if you decide to read it. I like my imagination.

Note: I don't have a Beta Reader, so please alert me to any grammatical errors or if my sentence structure is off and it urks you. I seem to be catching them rather quickly along with realizing I keep forgetting a word or two. I'm getting better, though. Promise. I just really want to try and do this on my own. ( " " - Regular speech. ' ' - Snake Eyes signing. " " - Over any type of communication through computer or ear piece.)

New York, New York

Hospital, unknown location

White walls, oh white walls. She really did hate that color. It was too innocent, too plain. The smell of antiseptic and sterile air filling her lungs and it made her gag. Adette hated the hospital, mostly it was because she put people here. That and she hated needles with a passion. The clicks and clacks of her heels was the only sound other than heart monitors and harsh breathing in the hospital. Metal pans and trays, beds and white sheets adorned in every which she looked. She knew one of them must have been her's, and she didn't envy the nurse who took care of that woman. She was disgusting. Looking at the white metal doors to her right, she sighed, each number blurring as she passed quickly. She had only came to pay the monthly bill. Hard earned money going down the fucking drain for the incarnate of a demon. Yet, she was her only daughter, her only living blood. She felt bad. Reaching the room, she turned her heels and faced the door, pausing for long moments. She knew this routine. Come in, say 'hi', get called a whore, yell at her, and then leave. Always the same.

It didn't take long for her to leave. She tried to slam the hospital door in the prude's face but it only swung and hit her elbow slightly. Her funny bone sending shivers up and down her arms and back. When her mother became sick, she demanded Adette to take care of her, DEMANDED! But she was weak, and her mother knew that. It had been a year now, and her mother never said thank you. Not even once. As she passed doctor after doctor, she started to become sick. Her vision blurred and she felt like she would hurl. Coming to press herself to the nearest wall, she leaned heavily and waited. No one in sight, the hall was just empty. Awesome. Exactly when she needed a doctor, too. Getting her bearings took longer than she thought. He forehead coming to press against the cold wall, a drop of sweat sliding down her temple.

Heaving boots smacking on the floor made her turn her peripherally towards the offending sound. The sound like drums, giving her a bad migraine. When they suddenly turned the corner and stopped at the end of the hallway, her mind snapped. Her back coming to stand ramrod straight and the grip on her helmet so tight it was turning her knuckles white under her gloves. Instics should have told her to move, to go and if necessary, fight but she just stood there, faces and apparel committing to memory. Hearing a swift movement behind her made her jump slightly. It was soft, almost too soft. Damn. She was being tracked and cornered. Looking up, she spotted a vent, it wasn't too high, and the railings along the walls would help. Ripping her foot from the ground she stepped off and jumped, the movement making everyone flinch. Grabbing the grate she pulled it open and slipped in. A dark black gloved hand millimeters away from grabbing her foot.

The vent was dirty, it smelled bad from the cold air conditioner and she was hearing rustling behind her. Whoever it was, they where close. Taking a sharp turn on her hands and knees aggravated her skin. The tight material of her jumpsuit seeming to pinch every nerve. Noticing a large dent in the vent, she knew it was her escape, her body turning so she could kick the panel open and jump down. Loud drums followed close behind where she landed, her heeled foot pressing off to gain momentum and run. Heels weren't meant to be ran in. It hurt. When the hospital doors opened to the fresh air, it made her body stick to the tight material. Her sweat feeling like a puddle at her butt, none too comfortable. Her bike was far. She didn't park it in the structure, and the emergency spaces would be towed so she opted for the streets, her stupidity wanting to save money. Racing down a steep small hill of the back driveway she slid and pushed to a stop. There 'he' was, all clad in black, pistol and submachine gun on the holsters of his hips. Grenades and small knives adorning his sides and front. Sai's on sheaths on his back, and his right hand with a piercing grip on his katana. Whoever was sending these fucks where pushing on her nerves. Turning her head she looked behind her, she saw men and woman stand twitchingly nervous. Breaths ragged and trying to catch up.

Seeing a patch of grass of her right, she threw her helmet with a smack. She needed her hands free if they wanted to play. Her head came back and to the sides, three audible cracks in the tense air. Bending her legs assured her stance, strong and firm, her abdomen sucking in air and letting it out slow, hands coming up and fisting at her side by her cheek for defense, and one in-front for offense. The man in 'black' did the same, seeing as she only had her fist and no weapons, he wanted to giver her a fair fight.

Quick as lightning he advanced, his fist swift and knuckled tight. Tilting her head and body left, she dodged, blocking his fist with the side of her arm, and swung left, her body bending lower to achieve quick upwards momentum. Seeing as he also dodge, made her smirk. Finally they had sent a worthy opponent. Bending her body front then back with arms in the air made her flip, legs coming out point from heel to toe, his own body bending back to avoid the attack. She got into stance and lost her smirk, the ninja advance and punched her straight in the stomach. The action shoved all the air from her lungs, but she was trained to avoid the pain, trained to last long moments without air that brought her life. Bringing her body upright after his strike, she roundhouse kicked him and connecting with his temple, the action jolting him to the side to recover just as quick.

Circling each other wasn't her idea of a fight, he was trying not to hurt her. She could tell. On the other hand, she WAS trying to hurt him. It aggravated her. Calming sighs and gasp when either one of them would plainly flinch towards the other heard by the 'audience'. Her teeth where starting to shave each other from grinding so damn much. Bring her fist down, her body sagged. It had been like ten minutes of the merry go round and she was tired. Looking to the group, then the man in black, she shook her head lightly, hollow laugh leaving her lips.

"Well this is all fun, but what the hell do you want...? I can plainly see that you aren't the ones recently that have been following me, but this..." She turned to the ninja and pointed with her thumb. "GUY, isn't even trying anymore." As the words left Adette's mouth, their audience came close, all taking professional stances once they came to a stop.

Snake was impressed. She was able to hit him and recover easily. Though his blow to the stomach wasn't his full power, it would have crippled the best. Her heel connecting with his temple hurt though, it even made him see stars for a second. Her fluid movements felt familiar. Special. His stance came back from his fighting pose, his back straight and shoulders tense. The only thing he hated was that she was cocky. He'd have to fix that if she joined. Even though, this woman had skill, and in case she attacked anyone, she'd have to be put down.

"Ms. Arashikage, I would like to personal as-" But she never let him finish. Her hand came up quick as lightning from her sides. Duke came to a pause, his eyes bulging like he'd been struck across the face.

"Rule one, the name is Knuckles, or Adette, knowing as you know my name already. Rule two, the answer is no. I don't want to join whatever cause you have available. I'm not built to follow orders like you military types. It's in my blood to follow my masters, but I am me. So I will follow only me. Rule three, and that goes to you, ninja." Her gloved finger pointed at him, her head snapping and hair whipping to his line of vision. "Next time you want to fight me, hit me with all you've got. I'm not some prissy girl who is afraid to break a nail. I'm a woman who likes to break faces. And rule four, don't come around again. I don't like repeating myself twice.". When the words where spoken, they where sharp with venom. Her teeth grinding heavily with each word they expected shavings to spurt out.

Grabbing her helmet, she came to a stop in-front of Snake, his eyes through his visor meeting hers dead on. A slight twitch at the corner of her lip made his own do the same. Her snark and tongue where sharp, her fighting was skilled and she wasn't afraid to show it. What he was disappointed in most was her upbringing. The woman and men of the Arashikage clan where prestigious and well mannered. Why was she so different, and why had he not known of her. What was her secret? A deep sighed racked Duke, his eyes never leaving her as she walked away.

"This isn't going to be pretty guys. And to top it off, she's mad and violent. Sorry Snake, she is all yours." When Snake didn't respond, Duke thought that he didn't hear him. As his mouth opened to repeat himself, a feminine hand on his shoulder stopped him in his tracks. Looking at Scarlett as she shook her head, he understood. He had heard, but he was thinking.

Hearing the roar of a motorcycle, they all looked to the end of the driveway. A sleek black yamaha with the woman they had all met just a moments ago. As she looked at them, a smirk graced her lips, a playful gleam in her eyes. Putting on her helmet, she revved the engine twice then sped off. The edge of her hair following in the wind behind her.

Not so happy about the fight scene, but I'll work on it later.