"Alright," Deidara announced, "We're here, hm"

"What's going on? Why have you brought us here?" Yoko looked at the wide-open field suspiciously. There were marks on the trees throughout the field as though they had been cut. Pieces of practice dummies were scattered over the ground. Yoko even thought she could see a limb or two laying in the grass. It was a training ground.

She thought she already knew what was going on. Today she and Tobi would fight. Why else would Deidara and Zetsu have led them out here? And why else would the rest of the organization be following them, shouting things such as, "Beat her to a pulp!" and, "Girl Power!" Yoko was mildly disturbed at the fact that the latter sounded like Itachi.

Sure enough, Zetsu announced that they would be fighting: "Until they could fight no more," and: "If that meant to the death, then so be it," As these words left his mouth, Yoko looked at Tobi and realized he was watching her. She wondered if he would actually fight her to the death. For these past few days they had become pretty good friends; he had even taken off his mask in front of her, something he never did in front of other people (Yoko wasn't entirely sure whether this meant anything, though, because he usually wore a cloth mask beneath that (Similar to what Kakashi-sensei wore) therefore she still hadn't really seen his face)

She was snapped out of her thoughts when a hand touched her shoulder. It was Kisame. She smiled at him; he had become her friend, too.

"Yoko-chan," He began, "I just wanted to tell you that . . ." He sniffed dramatically and pulled her into a giant bear hug, "I just wanted to say I'll never forget all the hours of TV we watched together! And I promise to give you a nice burial at sea if there's anything left of you!"

"Kisame-san! What are you talking about?" She gasped, "I am not gonna die! You could be a bit more supportive, ya know!"

He let her down, "I'm just kidding," He laughed, "Break a leg!"

The opponents walked out to the middle of the field, "Alright, you may begin when you're ready," Zetsu told them.

Before we go on, it's important to know what weapons Yoko uses. Yoko uses a weapon that she calls a club, and indeed it does look like a golf club. But it also has blades concealed within the opposite end so that it can become a scythe, as well.

Yoko and Tobi turned to stare at each other. They stayed that way for a long time then suddenly they had both disappeared. They reappeared about 20 feet up in the air. Both had attempted to attack and it had come to a draw.

Wow that was fast! How did he predict my move?

She swung at him with her club a few more times, though she knew it would be useless. Something was weird was going on here- she felt hypnotized, she couldn't look away from his eyes. This had never happened before- why was she getting so distracted over his eyes? Hmmm…? Had she just seen a flash of red?

She forced herself to break eye contact and swung her club at his head. It connected with a sickening sound and sent him flying several meters away. He was up in less than a second, fury evident in his one visible eye. In that moment Yoko was immensely horrified. He moved, with inhuman speed, directly at her, his fist aimed at her face. She held up her arm to block it.

Suddenly she was laying on the ground on top of what felt like a person. It was a clone that she had made earlier and had ordered to hide until it was needed. It had saved her life. The clone disappeared with a popping noise. Her right arm felt as though it had been run over by a car. Oh no! Not another broken bone!

Out of the corner of her eye she could see some commotion going on among the spectators. Several people had to physically restrain Kisame from rushing out into the middle of their battle. He was shouting furiously something about, "Red-eyed bastards" and unfairness and about how Yoko couldn't weigh more than 45 kilograms.

"Kisame-san, stay out of it!" She pleaded, "I can handle it, I promise!"

He glared in response, but stopped struggling. Tobi was now approaching her, she struggled to stand, but he beat her to it. He grabbed her by her collar and pulled her closer to his face.

"Yoko," He hissed, "Please, give up. I don't want to hurt you,"

"Bit late for that," She growled in response, staring hard at the orange swirl that now engulfed her entire line of vision. She couldn't ever remember being so furious with someone, "In case you hadn't noticed, my arm is out. The bone is broken clean through," She grimaced inwardly at the pain.

He gasped, clearly horrified, "I'm sorry- I was just making it convincing! I didn't mean to hit you that hard!"

"Could have fooled me," She replied coldly, and abruptly shoved her knee into his stomach. He dropped her and fell back.

She could feel herself losing it now. Adrenaline was coursing through her. Her body felt light. Her blood was boiling. Her mind flashed back to the moment of wrath she had seen in Tobi's eye. How dare he attack me so wholeheartedly! In the back of her mind Yoko knew she ought to try to restrain herself. But she was too far-gone for that now. She noticed the spectators visibly cringe as they felt her angry aura engulf them. They were scared. Their fear was nothing compared to the fear of the man that now lay stunned at her feet.

She advanced on Tobi, "Just what the hell are you trying to pull anyway!?"

She couldn't remember what exactly she did after that, only that she attacked him madly and blindly. She remembered him falling, and then she jumped on top of him. She vaguely remembered his mask coming off and then she saw it.

She had never seen it before, so she was startled when she recognized what it was. Sharingan. It took a second before she realized that she shouldn't be staring into it. But then his eyes went dark- he had deactivated the Sharingan.

"T-Tobi-san, you're-!" She paused to scream in agony as the pain hit her. Her arm, she had forgotten about it while she was fighting. When she opened her eyes she was laying on the ground on her side curled around her hurt arm. Tobi was laying next to her with an anxious expression on what was visible of his face.

"Yoko-chan, please don't move now, you're really hurt!" He pleaded. Her arm throbbed excruciatingly. She would have had it fall off if only it would relieve her of the pain. Now Tobi proceeded to turn into a shapeless blur. Yoko felt moisture well up in her eyes. Oh great; she was crying!

"Ah! Yoko-chan, please don't cry!" He reached over and brushed her face gently, to remove the tears. Yoko had a vague feeling of Déjà vu, however it was lost for the most part. Right now, she wanted to concentrate on simple things; such as the way he was touching her face right now.

This intimate moment didn't last very long, "Yoko-chan!" Kisame-san's voice boomed across the meadow to announce his presence. He rolled her gently onto her back.

"Kisame-san," She murmured pitifully, and grinned, "I told ya I could handle it,"

"Well, you sure did a bang up job," He grinned back, "Come on, let's get you guys back to H.Q."

Will update again very soon! I hope you like it! ^_^