There she stood now - the broom in one hand, the feather duster in the other. Is that supposed to be a bad joke? Did you mean to kid these pseudo-killers? She could have had incense and the gifts of a looted cane ... She would have had, if she hadn't let that insolent rascal with a scythe and at least ten tons of gel in her silver hair fog her brain ... She could have had everything, and yet she liked it in a pseudo-depraved way.

Of course, she wasn't offered the luxury of a sleeping bag, a bowl of rice and hot chocolate with crumbly cookies or stale bread - basically all she could expect was the un-swept floor, overgrown with crumbs and dirt, that she[! ]had to clean.

"Well, little one, how's it going?"
Startled, she screamed and jumped as high as a spring could not have done better. Would have ... again! “Do you really want to know?” She glared at him aggressively. Where had she ended up in here again?
"Nah ..." He stretched the word so long that she could see his pointed teeth - razor sharp and so long. Like a shark. "Just wanted to make a little small talk - of course I want to know! Do you think I'm going from one end of the headquarters to the other on purpose?"
She took a deep breath, tried to control herself and tried to say the "red!" to lighten something in her head by straightening her hair and clothes. At the sight of it, she almost started moaning. Her lower lip trembled treacherously. They didn't even warm the snow out of her hair and clammy clothes, instead ... "I'm an exile ..." she wailed - there she was gone, her control. "I had to leave everything behind, even Yoko, my mountain hare. I have no one anymore - neither friends nor family. I thought I was here ..." - "Wrong thought, doll ..."
Before she could react, he had turned her roughly and pointed his freshly polished scythe at her throat. He - that other ER - that guy who looked better than he acted. That stole her breath from fear and excitement at the same time. Your most beautiful enemy. You fallen angel. "We can't use crying babies here. If you promise me with your blood that you won't complain any more, I'll leave you alone - at least for the time being." The bared teeth and this diabolical grin scared her, but she nodded ... She stood it through. She was strong ... For months, years, decades ...

"Well, little one, how's it going?" - "Yoko! Remember that, you smug, arrogant Jashinist."
He smiled. She could clearly feel it in her back as she set up the dining room more solemnly - fairy lights here, cookies there, the Christmas tree full and full of balls, tinsel, stars, angels and tiny, fake gifts ... candles - there were chandeliers with candles above everything, Candles on the windows and the tree - a light burned in every dark alcove.
“Are you getting cocky again, Yoko?” Hidan - that's what ER was called - stalked her silently."Do not infer from yourself to others," she said calmly.
He just smiled, grabbed in one flowing movement and held her hand in the middle of the light and shadow play of the candles. "You are my most valuable source." - "Say 'blood bank'"
But he didn't say that. She was too valuable to him for that and the rest of the Akatsuki members could no longer do without Yoko.