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This story is a work of erotic fiction.
Similarities between characters or events to persons living or dead in your world are purely coincidental. No people depicted are below the age of eighteen. Only those who have agreed to the above have the privilege of partaking in this tale.
The contract has been sealed.
The world is not as it should be. It’s filled with distortion, and “ruin” can no longer be avoided.
Those who oppose fate and desire change… From time to time, they were referred to as Tricksters.
This is the story of one such Trickster… And his rise against the abyss of distortion.
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Sitting against an unnatural dark purple sky, a colossal casino sat with its vibrant majesty and garish neon lights completely overshadowing the surrounding city. Inside it’s patrons began to panic as an alarm began to blare out and flashes of a lightning fast figure darted across the large hanging lights above the main floor, his bare pale skin his only discernible feature, almost like a ghostly phantom against a night sky.
Pushing their way into the alarmed crowd below, three agents dressed in black suits began searching frantically for a way to reach him but the phantoms movements proved far too elusive to pin down, all until he did something altogether unexpected. Stopping atop a large chandelier in the centre of the room, he stood boldly still with a cocky grin on his face looking down at the agents to taunt them.
"Up here. Want me to slow down for you?"
As many of the patrons and agents looked up at him in awe they were quick to realize he was almost completely naked. Dressed in only a white opera style mask, red gloves, a black holster attached to a belt around his waist, and a pair of simple black boots, his pale athletic body was overwise fully exposed. The moonlight seeping in from the large glass ceiling behind him revealed his figure in all its glory. The man had a medium height build, and was fairly muscular with abs leading many curious eyes down to a moderately sized flaccid penis hanging openly between his legs. His uncut pale member stood out explicitly amongst a bush of raven hair almost as wild as the frizzy mess upon his head. Despite his nudity, the man showed no signs of embarrassment, and instead those who gazed into his dark eyes would see the unmistakable look of somebody who was in the midst of executing a plan.
As the agents began to move in, the naked phantom jumped down from his perch to a nearby row of large ornaments held afloat by wires. One by one he leapt between them, his cock swinging freely with each impressive leap.
Suddenly a series of feminine voices began to crackle into his ear, from seemingly out of thin air, no radio in sight.
“Good. Now get running!”
“This is our only chance!”
“Stay calm! You can get away now!”
“We’ll retrieve the briefcase on our end.”
“...suspects…not…confirmed…hold…your…positions…”
“Hm…? What was that…?”
“Don’t worry about us. Just concentrate on getting away!”
Continuing his quick and graceful movements, the masked man kept jumping from platform to platform above the crowded casino floor, making his way towards a previously located exit point. Meanwhile in his ear the radio chatter continued.
“But I have to say, showing yourself to that crowd earlier to stir them up was an excellent move! Nice work as always Joker.”
“He just likes showing off.”
“Still, I bet Skull wouldn’t pull it off that smoothly.”
“This happens because you have no sense for aesthetics.”
Added the first male sounding voice, his words adorned in a slightly eccentric accent. Another much brasher sounding man quickly responded.
“Nobody asked you, Inari!”
A sudden shout from just ahead of him disrupted Joker's concentration on the conversation, as three more dark suited agents burst forth from a side door on the balcony before him.
“There he is!”
“Just run! Get out of there!”
Doing an impressive U-turn manoeuvre, it didn’t take long for him to start leaping again in a new direction, quickly trying to work out a new, unobstructed, route to his objective.
“Okay, the enemy’s focus is on Joker. Looks like the rest of us can slip away.”
“Everyone remember where we’re meeting up?”
Chimed in a new voice, this one again feminine and filled with elegance.
“No worries, I can guide you all.”
As Joker finally descended from the platforms above the casino floor, he arrived onto a small landing from a set of stairs, another set of agents abruptly ambushing him from all sides, their forms beginning to writhe violently before transforming into something else entirely…
Though they remained humanoids in suits, their figures distorted to larger more hulking proportions, their skin now an unnatural shade of pitch black, garish masks matching the casino’s neon aesthetics materialising upon their faces. Hunched over and seemingly dripping some sort of strange red and black goop, the monsters began to close in around him, however instead of panicking Joker took a deep breath before another smile formed upon his face.
“Take em down Joker!”
As if he’d done it a thousand times before the raven haired man leapt up into the air, landing on one of the agents shoulders as he tore away its mask. In an explosion of the same red and black liquid from before the creature transformed for a second time. Now taking an even more inhuman form, the creature was a bizarre amalgamation of machine parts topped off by what appeared to be a dark grey humanoid torso with the head of a bull. It towered above him growing to at least nine feet tall.
Tearing his own mask from his face, Joker gestured forwards at the creature as a burst of blue flames washed over him and another monster emerged from his back, this one more spectral and seemingly under his command. Raising its hand to mimic his master, this new creature fired fourth a burst of red magic at Jokers foe.
“Nudesona!”
“Everyone else head to your positions! Use route B!”
As the man and the monster did battle, magic continued to fly with him occasionally managing to get in dexterous jabs with a nasty looking knife. Soon the other two agents pursuing him arrived, also assuming new forms, the battle seemed to have become rather one sided but still the man did not panic. Expertly dodging each attack and taking the pistol from his holster, one by one with the help of the power he called Nudesona he dispatched his opponents expertly.
“Good. You defeated them with ease!”
“Joker behind you, You can get out through that door.”
Turning to find a maintenance door, just as the navigator in his ear had told him, the mostly naked man wasted no time in charging through into what appeared to be some sort of backroom/staff only portion of the building.
“What the- I’m getting a weird reading heading your way! C’mon, run!”
Almost blending into the shadows entirely with some sort of unnatural power the nude phantom snuck past a series of agents and guards with ease, silently leaping from cover to cover.
“Hehe, look at that cock jiggle!”
“Quiet! The last thing he needs is your silly comments giving him away…”
“I don’t know how he does it with that thing between his legs.”
“Probably the same way you fight with those ginormous knockers flying about.”
“They do tend to get in the way a little without a bra to hold them in place...”
In no time at all Joker had once again eluded the detection of his pursuers, and after overhearing an agent radioing in that they’d lost him he continued on towards his destination. Firing a grappling hook from a device in his glove he swung his way up to a metal grate, climbing into what appeared to be some sort of storage room.
“Joker-stop! There’s an enemy right near you!”
In an instant he found himself surrounded as at least seven more of the strange monsters he fought earlier emerged from the ground, completely encircling him.
“Even you can’t take on this many-”
“Huh!? Joker! That weird reading from earlier closing in on you too!”
As the man surveyed his surroundings, calculating his next move, sudden footsteps drew his attention to the other side of the room. Calmly approaching them was another masked individual, this time a woman with long crimson hair tied back in a ponytail. The sound of her black thigh high boots echoed across the storage room with each pronounced step, and though her face was covered by a black and silver mask, Joker recognised her almost immediately.
Calmly walking closer even the monsters turned to watch as she drew a rapier from one of the very few pieces of clothing on her body, a thin black belt tied around her waist. Adorned with a silver rose the accessory did wonders to draw the eye down her slender yet athletic body. Confidently pointing the weapon at her fellow masked nudist, she began to speak in a confidant tone.
“I’ll end this right now.”
“Joker, it’s her! She’s the weird reading I’ve been getting!”
Before anyone could move she dexterously launched the rapier right towards Joker, the man hardly having the time to flinch before it made contact with its target, fortunately not him but the monster standing just behind. This sudden strike was enough to fell the creature in an instant, it's shadowy figure stumbling back as the red and black gunk spilled from its body.
As the other monsters began to charge towards this new threat, the woman cartwheeled backwards with all the grace of an esteemed acrobat, her small pert breasts jiggling with each elegant movement. The short waisted, open black jacket she wore did nothing to cover the front of her naked torso allowing Joker to appreciate her movements in their entirety. The red head seemed nigh untouchable as she expertly manoeuvred the battlefield, drawing a lever action rifle from her back and blasting two more of the monsters away as she spun through the air.
"The enemy readings have decreased?”
“That’s…”
Finishing her extravagant performance, the woman once again began to approach him as the remaining monsters started to re-group behind her. Joker could now clearly see each part of her exposed body as it glistened with a slight sheen of sweat. She made no effort to hide her tits as she strode forward with confidence, each of the petite mounds topped with a surprisingly large cute pink puffy nipple. Although Joker didn’t want to leer at his saviour too much it was hard not to take a quick glance downwards at her vulva. Her womanhood was fully exposed beneath her belt as she had trimmed her crimson pubic hair into a neat little landing strip that guided his eyes to her slit. Though her cheeks were already slightly flushed, Joker swore they grew a slight shade deeper as she glanced down at his own twitching member.
“My weak self relied on you so much. That ends today.”
Picking up the rapier from the ground behind him whilst taking care not to keep her legs closed, she stylishly flourished the blade as she swerved around into a fighting stance beside him. Now facing their foes together they prepared for a fight.
"Let’s do this, Senpai!”
“It’s been a while since we last fought side-by-side. But this time, it’s my turn to come to your aid. Now let’s win this!”
Tearing off her mask, the crimson haired woman conjured forth a similar monster to that which Joker had before, and with their powers combined the monsters didn’t stand a chance. The combination of their strange powers, magic and agile weapon attacks made short work of their remaining enemies.
“I think.. That’s the last of them?”
Now sensing that the danger was gone, this new mysterious girl sheathed her weapon before lowering a hand to somewhat akwardly cover her crotch, the blush on her cheeks growing a much deeper shade of red.
“Now that the adrenaline’s wearing off… I have no idea how you can move around so confidently like this Senpai…”
“I genuinely have no clue what just happened, but I take it you’re okay?”
“Wait-bad news! Enemy backup’s headed your way! You need to book it, right now!
“Please go. I’m going to make it harder for them to track you down.”
“... You still have something you need to do as a Nudist Thief, right?”
The naked phantom gave a sincere nod before the woman turned back towards the door in an attempt to hide herself, inadvertently giving him a great view of her bare behind.
“Then I won’t stop you. Since I'm not a member of the Nudist Thieves, I’m in no position to interfere.”
Leaping up onto a nearby vent she looked back down at him with a friendly smile over her shoulder. If the room was a little lighter his lower angel might have given had a rather explicit view up between her legs.
“However… please don’t forget the promise we made, okay?”
“Joker, you need to get outta there! Go go go!”
With a few more quick movements and close encounters he rushed onwards. Just a few more steps and he’d be at the exit and they could call this a mission success. Bursting through the door however, the raven haired man found himself on a balcony overlooking the large front hall of the casino. A packed gambling floor and a huge colourful window still remained between him and his freedom.
“Something wrong? The exit should be up ahead.”
“Through the window?”
“That’s just how it is, after that commotion the bottom floors just-”
“-completely closed off. Hey, can you make it!?”
Another smirk crossed his face as he formulated his plan. With guards and agents rapidly closing in he leapt over the balcony firing his grappling hook at a large hanging light above him. With an impressive show of acrobatics, Joker launched himself across the hall, soaring gracefully through the air. He felt a familiar warm sensation as he sensed all the eyes below staring up at his naked body. It was no secret to either himself or his comrades that their activities as Nudist Thieves had turned them into somewhat of a group of exhibitionists.
“See ya!” Was all the witty remark he could get out before he crashed through the window, shards of glass doing nothing to his skin thanks to his unnatural power.
“What a show-off.”
“You’re so reckless. You know that?”
With a deft roll he hit the ground, hardly feeling a thing. Okay that was a lie it hurt quite a bit but why ruin his performance now.
Pulling himself up to his feet, he didn’t have long to celebrate before finding himself blasted with lights from all directions. Dozens and dozens of police forces, including riot troops armed with ballistic shields and firearms had managed to surrounded him.
“Enemies here?”
“What’s wrong!?”
“These readings… It can’t be!”
“What happened!?”
“An ambush!?”
“Joker, can you handle this!?”
“Joker!”
Wasting no time in making a desperate dart for a nearby ladder he deftly attempted to make his escape however as he reached the summit he felt the cold prod of a gun pressed right into his face. Everything went black as he was hit with the but of a rifle and fell back down into the sea of police below.
Through hazy vision he looked up to see a human agent looming over him.
“Didn’t expect to find some kid. You have your teammate to thank for this. You were sold out.”
“Suspect confirmed, cuff him!”
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An undistinguishable amount of time had passed since Joker had been captured, all he could remember from his time with the police was taking mugshots, being beaten and a whole lot of very illegal drugs being forced into his system.
“Guess that stuff was too strong… Wake him up!”
With a splash of freezing cold water he began to properly regain some consciousness. Shaking awareness back into himself he slowly gathered his thoughts and looked around the cold dark room he’d ended up in.
If he had to guess this was one of the police interrogation rooms. He was currently strapped completely naked to a steel chair in the corner, a camera watching over him intently as well as three other regular Japanese men in suits.
“No dozing off!”
For a moment he tried to rip his hands free of their bindings but he had little success. It seemed the powers he usually had in that place were gone…
“You still don’t get it, do you? Give it up!”
With a swift kick to his chest he fell back in his chair across the floor. Pain like nothing he’d ever felt before shot through his body causing him to cry out and lose control of his bladder, humiliation bubbling up along with the plethora of other mind-wrenching emotions swirling around in his head. Just what exactly had they dosed him with?
“Disgusting. Get a grip already will you?”
As the shock slowly began to wear away, his body finished relieving itself as he did his best to steel his resolve. Another abrupt bucket of freezing water provided the final piece of distraction he needed from the aches of his bruises to finally make eye contact with his assailant, likely the leader of his irrigators.
“Come on, cooperate. Or what, you want another shot?”
Joker felt another surge of pain as the well dressed man began to trample his head with his booted foot. When he noticed his victims eyes darting over to the nearby security camera he smirked.
“Huh? What about it? Are you thinking it can be used as video evidence?”
Grabbing Jokers hair and pulling the raven haired prisoner up to look him in the eyes, anger filled the interrogators expression as he noticed a faint cocky smile forming on the boys face.
“Gotta hit me harder than that daddy.”
Throwing him back to the ground the suited man scowled before kicking him again.
“Fucking degenerate. You think you're funny!? Didn’t you hear my question? Answer me!”
Stepping away, he took a clipboard from one of his peers and began looking over it.
“Indecent exposure, blackmail, defamation, possession of weapons… Manslaughter too, yeah? Talk about the works. To think that all those crimes were led by a punk like this. And you seemed to be enjoying every second of it… Huh?”
Though he tried to remember, Joker couldn’t piece together his thoughts well enough to figure out what he was talking about. The drugs had simply made everything far too hazy. Wasn't he supposed to be somewhere else... No, no this was right wasn't it? Visions of his friends flashed before his eyes before he received another kick to the stomach.
“You should know your place!”
Another suited man roughly removed his bindings before the interrogator thrust his clipboard into his face.
“Sign here. It’s a confession under your name.”
Slapping the board from his tormentor's hands Joker was swiftly beaten once more. Snapping his fingers the vile man signalled for his accomplice to draw a pocket knife. Joker suddenly felt a gloved had grab his cock and a pang of panic run down his system. He went deathly still as the knife was pressed against his crotch.
“Don’t expect to walk out of here in one piece. We are going to make you understand, one must take full responsibility for their actions… If you play nicely, perhaps less sensitive parts will suffice. I only need one of your hands to sign this after all.”
With the blade still to his genitals, this time he took the pen and signed his name without complaint...
Ren Amamiya.
Meanwhile outside the room, a well dressed young woman with long silver hair and elegant makeup approached the door, quickly finding herself stopped by the guards.
“Excuse me, but this area’s off-”
“I’m Nijima from the Public Prosecutor’s Office.”
“The Prosecutor’s Office? What business do you have here?”
“Just let me through; it’s urgent. There’s something I need to confirm with the suspect.”
“Niijima-san, I believe this case is no longer in your jurisdiction.”
“Besides-”
Another, older looking police detective cut the guard off as he walked up behind Niijima.
“Are you Prosecutor Sae Niijima? I just got off the phone with your director. Hurry and get it over with. To be frank, you’re being an inconvenience.”
Niijima’s phone buzzed in response, and as she held it up to her ear the familiar unpleasant voice of her boss at the SIU filled her ear with a sigh.
“I thought I ordered you to stand by.”
“I’m responsible for this case, yet I’m not even being allowed an interrogation!?”
Now she was getting angry. This whole case had been a pain from the start, and it had only gotten worse as seemingly the entirety of Japan wanted to get involved.
“I’m calling because I knew you’d bring it up.”
“I will not be convinced unless I confirm it for myself. This is MY case.”
Another sigh from her boss soon followed.
“Good luck to you then. I won’t be expecting much though…”
Hanging up and putting the phone back in her pocket, she finally prepared herself to enter before the older detective spoke up once again.
“Ah, Prosecutor. I forgot to mention something important. Your time will be cut short. We can’t permit you to talk with him for long. It’s for your own sake. His methods are unknown. After all, we don’t even know if it’s safe to simply meet and speak with him.”
“...I understand.”
Entering the room she let out a slight gasp at the sight of the naked, bruised and beaten man sitting before her. He'd been tied to the chair with his legs held apart, not a shred of decency afforded to him. For a moment Sae considered untying his legs at least but then recalled what the detective had said about his methods. He was a Nudist Thief so the exposure was probably the least of his concerns... Taking a seat in front of him at a cold steel table, her eyes glistened with a hint of pity and a slight blush crept up on her face..
“... I didn’t expect it’d be you.”
She recognised him, though Ren couldn't say the same. The drugs and the pain still heavily clouded his mind...
“You’ll be answering my questions this time.”
Looking over at the used needles, still littering the ground she scoffed.
“Those bastards… Can you hear me? It seems you’ve been through a lot. Almost anything can happen here… And I can’t stop them. That’s why I need you to answer me honestly. I don’t have much time either.”
Noticing him shivering from the cold, the smartly dressed woman sighed before taking off her blazer. The black turtleneck she wore beneath hugged her buxom figure rather tightly. She stood up and carefully moved over to place the blazer over his shoulders. It did nothing for his modesty but perhaps it would at least help a little with the cold.
Modesty... Something about that idea seemed oddly strange to her... Why did such a thing even matter? Shaking herself out of the bizarre thoughts she focused herself back on the interrogation.
“What was your objective? Why did you cause such a major incident? What is the significance of the nudity? I didn’t think it was a prank from the get-go, but I couldn’t assemble a case for prosecution. It’s because I couldn’t figure out the method behind it.”
“Of course you couldn’t…”
“True. There’s no way I could be convinced of such a… “world” just by reading the reports. It seems you’re coherent. When and where did you find out about that world? How is it even possible to steal another’s heart? Now, tell me your account of everything. Start from the very beginning.”
As Ren tried to focus he felt a sharp pain in his head. He blinked and when his eyes opened he was alone in a void, a beautiful blue butterfly floating by him.
“...You are held captive.”
A soft and strangely familiar feminine voice began speaking in his ear.
“A prisoner of fate to a future that has been sealed in advance. This is truly an unjust game… Your chances of winning are almost none. But if my voice is reaching you, there may yet be a possibility open to you… I beg you. Please overcome this game… and save the world…”
“The key to victory lies within the memories of your bonds-the truth that you and your friends grasped. It all began that day… When the game was started half a year ago… For the sake of your world’s future… as well as your own… you must remember…”
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