Psycho ONESHOT DARK NARUTO

by Go-To-The-Extreme

Sasuke couldn't breath properly with the cloth shoved in his mouth. And the fact that he was trapped in a basement with infamous odokemono, Konoha's most recent serial killer only increased the pummeling of his heart against his rib cage.

Psycho.

Ch1: Lets Play A Guessing Game.

{A.N:

Just a thought that has been entertaining my mind for a while. A NaruSasu Dark knight version.}

DISCLAIMER:

I DO NOT OWN NARUTO OR THE DARKNIGHT. Obviously.

I believe whatever doesn't kill you, simply makes you...

…..stranger.

-The Joker, Dark Knight

"You want to know how I got these scars?" A pointer finger motioned to the whisker-like lines bulging on cheeks. The white powdery make-up that stuck to sweaty skin melded with the bright red ring painted at the corners of an upturned mouth. The man smiled sweetly.

The clanking of metal resounded through the filthy room. The dust clouded the boy's airway, adding to the restriction the gag had on the already laboured breath. Dark tresses moved as the boy thrashed his head violently, begging to say no.

The tip of a pink tongue came out at the corner and licked chapped lips thoughtfully. The patches and smears where the pale powder had been trailed off by sweat and humidity showed spots of tan skin.

Sasuke couldn't breath properly with the cloth shoved in his mouth. And the fact that he was trapped in a basement with infamous odokemono, Konoha's most recent serial killer only increased the pummelling of his heart against his rib cage.

Amusement danced in intense blue eyes. Tantalizingly, a pocketknife was pulled from an orange suite pocket. The surface shone from the florescent light bulb above their heads, the only source of light in the abandoned underground slaughterhouse.

"Let me show you."

A.N:

Odokemono means Joka in Japanese.

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