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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 of 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 crowd below, three agents dressed in black suits began searching frantically for a way to reach him but his movements proved far too elusive to pin down, all until he did something rather unexpected. Stopping atop a large chandelier in the centre of the room, he stood boldly still with a grin on his cocky face looking directly down at the agents.
"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 and 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 freely between his legs. His uncut pale member stood out pretty explicitly amongst a bush of black hair almost as wild as the frizzy raven mess on 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 definitely fucking with them.
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 nude masked man jumped from platform to platform above the crowded casino floor, making his way towards a previously located exit point, whilst the radio chatter continued.
“But I have to say, showing yourself off to that crowd earlier 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 speaking 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 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 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 feminine and filled with elegance.
“No worries, I can guide you all.”
As the man finally got down from the platforms above the casino floor and onto the landing of a set of stairs, another set of agents ambushed him from all sides, their forms beginning to writhe violently before transforming into something else entirely…
Though they remained humanoids in suits, their skin turned pitch black and garish masks matching the casino’s neon aesthetics appeared upon their faces. Hunched over and seemingly dripping some sort of strange red and black goop, they began to close in around the naked man, however instead of panicking he 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 it transformed for a second time, though now taking a much more inhuman form that towered above him. 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.
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 own control. Raising its hand to mimic his master, the nude man's creature fired fourth a burst of red magic at his 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.
“Good. You defeated them with ease!”
“Joker behind you, You can get out through that door.”
Turning to find a maintenance door, just as his navigator had told him, the 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.”
“Ugh…”
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.
As she grew 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 slender waist, adorned with a silver rose. 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 to be him but the monster standing right behind him. The sudden strike was enough to fell the creature in an instant, the vile thing stumbling back as red and black gunk spilled from its body.
As the other monsters began to charge towards the 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 as the creatures lunged at her. The red head seemed nigh untouchable as she expertly manoeuvred the battlefield before drawing a lever action rifle and blasting two more of the shadowy monsters away as she spun through the air.
"The enemy readings have decreased?”
“That’s…”
Finishing her extravagant showcase, the woman once more began to approach the naked man 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 was slender, lacking much in the way of curves but far from unattractive thanks to the way the great effort she put into her fitness highlighted her athleticism. She made no effort to hide her tits as she strode forward with confidence, each of the petite mounds topped with surprisingly large cute pink puffy nipples and although he didn’t want to leer at his apparent saviour, Joker couldn’t help but 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. Though her cheeks were already slightly flush, Joker swore they grew a slight shade deeper as her own eyes briefly darted down towards his twitching cock.
“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 show off to much, she stylishly flourishing the blade as she swerved around into a fighting stance beside him, looking onward to their foes.
"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 previously, and with their powers combined their enemies didn’t stand a chance. The combination of their strange powers, magic and agile weapon attacks made short work of the remaining shadows.
“I think.. That’s the last of them?”
Now sensing that the danger was gone, this new mysterious girl sheathed her weapon before hastily covering her breasts and vagina with her hands, the blush on her cheeks growing a much deeper shade of red.
“Now 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 gave him a friendly smile.
“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 there?”
“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 his activities as a Nudist Thief had turned him into somewhat of an exhibitionist.
“See ya!” Was all the witty remark he could get out before he crashed through the window, shards of glass admittedly hurting him a fair bit but thanks to his power causing no serious injuries.
“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 Japanese looking 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?”
Beginning to trample his head with his foot, the well dressed man noticed Joker's eyes darting over to the nearby security camera.
“Huh? What about it? Are you thinking it can be used as video evidence?”
Grabbing his hair and pulling the raven haired prisoner up to look him in the eyes, anger filled the agent's expression as he noticed a faint cocky smile forming on his face.
“Gotta hit me harder than that daddy.”
Throwing him back to the ground the man scowled before kicking him again.
“Fucking degenerate. You think you're funny!? Didn’t you hear my question? Answer!”
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.
“...You should know your place.”
Another suited man roughly removed his bindings before the interrogation lead 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.
“I need your hand to sign this, but I don’t care if you end up losing a leg. 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…”
Not wanting to further antagonize the man, this time he took the pen and signed his name.
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 before her. 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.
“You’ll be answering my questions this time.”
Looking over at the drug 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.”
Taking off her blaze, the smartly dressed woman placed it over his shoulders to provide a modicum of modesty, and more importantly warmth as she continued to probe. The black turtleneck she wore beneath hugged her buxom figure rather tightly.
“What was your objective? Why did you cause such a major incident? Why are you all naked? 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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