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.)
Note 2: This is a possible re-write. Not feeling too awesome about it but I wanted to get it out for Valentine's Day. So yeah, have a happy one.
G.I. Joe; The Pit
Training Room
Her cheek hurt like shit, a big black and purple bruise was forming and there was a dent now. It had been such a long time since she got her ass kicked, but as she laid down on her stomach, a muscled leg holding her down, her legs being sat on, and hands above her and secure in one hand, she knew it was about damn time. She was cocky, she deserved it. Sighing, she tried to turn her head to look at him, but his other hand was secure on the back of her neck. Damn, he was strong. Grunting, she tapped her fingers lightly on the mat, which was the only thing she could move, she signaled her defeat. It sucked to lose, she personally hated it. But the 'man' that was restraining her was the best of the best, so she wasn't stupid enough to provoke him even more. Feeling him shift above, and then off her letting her get up, she rolled onto her back and jumped up into a crouch on her feet. Her limbs ached so bad from the royal beat down. Apparently she still had a lot to learn. Looking at Snake Eyes, she rubbed her sore wrist. The material of his gloved hands bit at her hard, and now she had a red line that locked like a bracelet going all the way around. Growling at the back of her throat, she glared at him hard, and he, he just stood there, looking, silent, it was starting to get on her nerves. Yesterday she finally opened up for the first time in all her life, and though he hardly spoke of anything other than Hard Master and what happened, she felt a little closer to him. Still didn't mean he had to be an asshole and beat her to death. It was just her official third day there. Shaking her head, she stood up straight, arms at her side and bowed deeply. "Master, thank you." Then brought her hands together and cupped them. A sign of submission and respect. It all started out with him waking her at 4:00AM on the dot. She got ready and ten minutes later, she was sparing. She threw punches, and when one landed on his face, she smirked. That was her first mistake. She was on her back in seconds with a knee on her neck and feeling like she was going to pass out. Then she swiped his legs from under him, and even though he stayed on his feet, she still landed on some painful part of her body. It took an hour before the last one. Beat down after beat down. She had kicked him on his side, a crack was heard from his ribs or her foot, depending on which one was weaker, but when she noticed the sudden pain, she called him a 'fucking ass-' well let's just say she didn't finish what she was saying, got a full contact punch in the face and was held down on her stomach. As she hobbled to the lift that would take her to the infirmary, Snake besides her, and Scarlett and Duke snickering behind them, she brought a hand up and flipped them off.
"I'd like to see any of you hit him like that." And when she heard silence and then grumbling, she smirked and chuckled. Serves them right. Ha! Hobbling off the lift when they reached their destination, Snake grabbed her elbow to steady and help distribute her weight. She was grateful and nodded once as thanks. When she sat on the bed, she wasn't anymore. The Doc was smacking her foot hard and laughing everytime a yelp of pain left her. She would of strangled him, but when Duke reminded her about what he could do to her, she thought twice, she just glared evilly and her eye twitched the slightest bit. It didn't take long for her diagnosis to come in, her big toe was broke. What the fuck was Snake Eyes made of, metal? She got a swab of alcohol on her check, which hurt like holy hell, and then a pass to go rest. When she got to 'their' room and looked in the mirror and saw her now yellow, purple, black and blue bruise, she sighed. Timber was nudging her, and when she bent down to pet him behind the ear, he licked her cheek and she screamed.
When Snake Eyes came in running, and she was jumping up and down on one foot, holding her cheek, he just shook his head in amusement and patted Timber's head. That'll teach her next time that even if she is well trained, that even the slightest opening will allow an amateur to take you down. Meaning, don't be cocky around Snake. Patting her shoulder as a tear came down her cheek, she whipped it before it reached her bruise. Grabbing the first aid kit, he had her sit down on the closed toilet seat and opened it. Some cotton bands and some medical tape to hold it in place. When she didn't say a thing when he was done, he let her be, Timber following behind and howling lightly. Grabbing the kettle, he filled it with water and started to boil it. The box full of his own special herbs tickled his nose as he added a few leaves into the simmering water. Looking back to the room, he saw Adette come out hobbling and land roughly on the couch, her face in the cushions, and Timber laying by the hand she had hanging off the edge. When he turned to look at the pot as it finished, he grabbed a cloth and placed it on a cool burner, his thoughts where starting to race once again. Never once, in twenty years had he spoken about what happened. But she had to know, she had a right to. It was her family. She was outraged at Storm Shadow, she even punched the nearest wall next to her and left a mark. She told him her decision, she would probably stay. Though it was his fight alone, she knew she had to regain her families honor if she decided to fight him. But when she looked him straight in the eyes and told him she wouldn't stand in his way, he felt his heart lightened. Finding out about Storm Shadow's sighting in a town in Florida 6 months ago, his rage grew. He had many mixed feelings about it. He was his sword brother, he thought this was over already and he could finally let go of the anger he suppressed and finally allow Hard Master's soul to rest. Guess not. Grabbing two small tea cups, he filled two and placed one on the living room table that was close to the couch. When she moaned a muffled 'thank you' into the cushion, he nodded in amusement. Sitting down on the bamboo floor not to close to her but close enough and drank small quiet sips. Mmm..Tasty.
When did Adette fall asleep? Her eyes squinting almost painfully as she turned her head to look at the ceiling light. She even looked at the tea cup and picked it up to find it empty. When the hell did she drink that, too? Sighing, she put the wooden tea cup down again, her eyes opening a bit more to look around. Snake was meditating. Timber was laying down sleeping soundly next to him and she had a blanket draped around her and a pillow under her head. When she mumbled something incoherent, Snake's head turned to her, his hands coming down to press his palms on the floor. "How long have I been out...?" When his response didn't come, she frowned at him, her soft features due to sleep becoming hard again. "Man, you're mean..." Then she chuckled, a slight smile coming to her lip as she looked at him.
'Three hours...at most.' His hands where fast, and she barely caught it. When he turned back around and continued to meditate, she sighed and sat up, her muscles ached from the uncomfortable couch she laid on for so long. Stretching, she rose and hopped to the room, her features serious. She had a bad dream again, but this time it was her cousin killing her uncle. Her heart clenched and unclenched. She really had no business involving herself with revenge for her family. She just had the name and some training, but her honor was no where to be found. Looking to her weapons bag, she touched it lovingly. The zipper was designed to open quickly for just in case of an attack. Opening it, she rummaged through it, and slipped her hand around two sheaths. An equal pair of beautiful katanas. The sleek metal sharpened and serrated, leather bound straight handled hilts. The sheath was made of a hard plastic to prevent it from coming apart, with the insignia of the clan, two silver rings by the top going all the way around and Hard Master's name in kanji going down vertically on one side. They where perfect. When Hard Master died, he left his will to distribute things among his brothers and other. Those two that she held, where given to her father and when he died, to her. Taking one and putting it back into the bag, she closed it. It's twin tightly gripped in her hand. Going outside, she hobbled until she got in-front of him and sat down. When he looked at her with his head tilted and then looked at the katana, his upper body leaned back in what she could think was surprise. "Here...This should go to you. If everything you said was true, then he thought you as a son. Use it well..." Getting up, she placed it on his lap and before she could go any farther, he grabbed her wrist, shook his head and tried to give it back. But when she pull out of his grip, and smiled a dazzling smile, he froze as she walked away, closed the door and went to bed.
Holding the katana, a shiver ran up and down his spine. He had seen this katana before. He remembered perfectly. It was always around his waist, and though he never used it, he was always prepared. Looking at the door again, he wondered what brought on this. Maybe she had a dream about it. Or maybe now that in the silence of 'their' room she felt like she could give it to him, but whatever it was, he was happy. A small smile graced his lips behind his mask. A low chuckle from the back of his throat silently left his lip and he crushed the katana to his chest. It might look like his own trusted blades, but this one was special. He'd only use it for Storm Shadow. He swore on his honor.
A few hours later into his meditating, he heard a small knock on the door. Grabbing the katana, he approached the door and turned on the screen next to it. The face of Scarlett's pixilated face and Ripcord behind her, smirking like a dimwit showed on the screen. Pressing the controls, the door open he looked down at the small woman, her body curved and her green eyes shinning. "Hey Snake, sorry to bother you. Doc said to give these to that 'stubborn girl'. I thought Ripcord for a moment, but nah. He isn't hurt." When chuckles came from Scarlett, and Ripcord frowned a bit, Snake found it amusing. Nodding his head, he took the bottle of pills and bowed his head lightly as Rip rebutted. "Ah, come on babe. You don't have to make fun of me like that now. I'm all man." And when he wink, Snake Eyes wanted to hurl inside his head. Yuck. When they went away, he sighed, shook his head and closed the door. He really wondered what was so special about Rip that she liked, but it was her life, and he would let her live it her own way. She was his friend. Unless he hurt her, then he'd would hurt him, and hard. Looking at the label of the bottle, he saw they where pain killers. She would need them, but was brought out his thoughts when she opened the door, stepped outside, her hair up and out like a lioness. Her tank top was half up her stomach, her short where indeed really short and her eyes where glossy.
"Water..." Oh god, she needed water bad. Her mouth was like a cotton ball. She would have used the sink, but sink water tasted like shit. So, noooo. Dragging her feet on the floor as lightly as she could on her injured foot, she looked to Snake Eyes and waved lightly and continued. She had a mission. When she got her water and was about to drink it, a hand over the cup stopped her, and a bottle rattled in her face. Slightly exasperated, she shook her head. It'd been six year, and even though pain-killers weren't going to affect her any, she still didn't want them. "I'm off pills. No thanks. It doesn't hurt much. I'm used to pain, somewhat." But when he shoved it in her face and rubbed a bit to get the point across and stop her stubbornness, she took it, opened it and took half of one. "Happy?" When he nodded, she glared at him and drank her precious life. Grumbling, she looked at the digital clock he hand in the living room and saw it was late, for both. "Come on ninja-man. It's late and I need to kick you ass tomorrow." When he shook his head as he followed behind, Adette let out a hardy laugh and went back to bed before calling out goodnight and Timber crawling on her bed next to her. The softness of his fur cuddling the uninjured side of her face and putting her into a deep sleep.
