This may come as a surprise... but I think it won't hurt for me to return to my roots.
As usual with stories that may come as a surprise from me, it is unclear whether this story will be continued or not. It is up to you, the audience, to decided.
So with that said, please, enjoy.
It is a night like every other.
Located in a place where the seasons of tropic reigns supreme, Konoha can be quite a warm place even during nighttime. This irrefutable fact can be confirmed just by standing in the middle of the village's square alone, or if you're too lazy to get your ass up from your chair, you can go and open the window of the house you're staying in.
Like any other night, the city life is still bustling with a sizable amount of activities ranging from careless night life or even illegal dealings. Konoha, despite its very militaristic infrastructure, lacks an active police force to, well, police its streets. The reason? Well, let's just say that tragedy befell the people in charge of said organization...
So, it should not be strange to see less than inconspicuous people roaming the streets at nighttime. However, crime rates are fairly low. The citizens, even the foulest and most degenerate of them, are fully aware of the consequence of criminal actions within Konoha. All criminals will be punished harshly. Forget human rights. Every punishment, regardless of how small the crime committed is, will have weight in them.
This is one of the reason why the previous police force was considered 'too relax' or 'undisciplined'... much to the previous administrator's chagrin.
Most of the activities that happen during nighttime occurs in the Commercial and Entertainment District. It shouldn't be said why or how are these two places thriving, but to the less knowledgeable, the reason is in the name.
People, mostly of the adult age, roam the streets in whatever stupor they have allowed themselves into. Most people are drunk, some are passed out and the third part of the group are somewhere in between. With fuzzy neon lights giving the place its appropriate and almost trademarked lighting, it's almost as if the place's a metaphor for flames attracting helpless moths.
But, when you're not drunk, passed out, or gambling away all of your money... you'll find yourself in less likable situation. For example?
Try getting kidnapped.
"Hmmph! Hmppph!"
"Shut the fat cunt up!"
"How do I do that?"
"I dunno, kick 'im?!"
"BUUUGH!"
...
"Good. There, now he's quiet."
On the rooftop of a random apartment building which looks like it needs a lot of maintenance and cleaning, two suspicious figures are conversing among themselves while surrounding a person. This person is bruised, bloodied and tied up; a gag preventing his mouth to make unnecessary noises. The hog tied man is by no means unconscious, oh no. In fact, he is very much conscious. It's just that the fear of being harmed, maimed or even touched again is overwhelming his instinct to scream out help.
Besides, it' pretty much useless at this point.
"So... we're supposed to rendezvous here, right?"
"Yeah... the Boss said he'll be here himself... but he ain't here yet."
"Gee, tell me something I don't know." a pause. "In fact, why did the boss decide to come here in the first place? We're more than capable of bringing this lard ass back to base..."
"I dunno, he said something about it making a very good opening scene to a story or something... well, anyway, let's just wait here. We'll know when the Boss is near, he is the original after all."
"Well, yeah."
This person who is currently all tied up and looking like a pork roast just before Christmas dinner is a person by the name of Yamashiro Yamada. To the common folks, this person is known as the owner of several recognizable establishment in the commercial district. Casinos, restaurants, bars... all those kind of den of iniquities. That is his day job.
His night job, however... is lot less respectable.
"Oh, the Boss is here."
"Sorry for the wait you two, the old man was taking too long."
One of the two clones chuckle. "It's okay Boss, we know how boring Jii-chan can be. Trust me." his laughter is shared by both his fellow clone and original.
The original or the Boss, as the clones have referred to him, is the first one to die down his laughter. Hopping down from the water tank he's standing on moments ago, he joins his doppelgangers on the roof. He shares the same uniform as his clones, only with slight alterations. Where the clones have their upper apparel tucked inside their pants, belts fitted properly with no sights of inclination, body harness and red tinted goggles; the original merely wears his apparel without the rest of the equipment mentioned.
This means only the upper shirt and the lower pair of cargo pants. The sleeves are rolled up, exposing his bare arms. The gray collared shirt is matched by the pair of cargo he's wearing. He, like his clones, also wears the black combat boots with his pants tucked into them, giving him – and his clones ultimately – a very rugged look, as if they're some sort hired mercenaries.
Which isn't completely wrong.
Glancing downwards, no doubt paying attention to the shivering and squirming man, the leader of the clones places a hand on his hips.
"So, this is the guy?" he asks.
"Yes, Boss."
"Hmph, he looks uglier than in the pictures." He sighs. "Oh well, you can't do anything about that." With a 'come here' gesture, he is ordering one of his clones to approach him. "Gimme your knife."
"Alright." the clone hands the original his kunai, which is pretty much normal in appearance and built. It is just a standard kunai, nothing is different about it.
Unless if you know that it is coated with a very potent hallucinogenic liquid.
The clones, knowing what their original is about to do, begins to act. They bend down to pick up the man, positioning him so that he's able to at least kneel on the floor.
"I don't want to play the role of the overly done villain who's supposed to ask you if you know why you're here... but, bear with me here, I have to." he sounds a little grin when saying that.
"Tell me, Yamashiro-san, how many women whose lives have you ruined?"
"Mmmngh! Mmpph!"
The leader motions to the man's mouth, cluing his clone to get rid of the gag covering it. This is done as quickly as possible.
"Uhuk...! Kuh...! Haah... I... I've never ruined anyone's life!" the man shouts with in his pathetic sounding voice. Whether it's like that to begin with or it's due to the fact he's been bound by a gag for the past two hours... we'll never know.
A pair of blue eyes blink in faux astonishment. "Oh, my apologies, I think I've used the wrong word-" chuckling. "-silly me... so, let me rephrase that-"
Without any regards – or care for the matter – of the pain he might have inflicted to the man, or his clones, one of his hands reach out to grab the man by his kimono's collar, lifting the way heavier man above the floor. The veins in his hand are bulging, but it shows no sign of letting go, much less tiring.
"How many women have you raped, huh?"
This time, closer, he rephrases his question.
The stammering begins again. "W-What?! N-Never! I've never raped anyone in my entire li-OOF!"
He is then dropped back the floor, where the clones are ready to grab a hold of him again.
"Haah... they always make it harder than they have to." A sigh very close to almost sounding disappointment escapes the leader's mouth. "Well, Yamashiro-san, I can definitely say with certainty that you, in fact, have raped before."
He steps forward, and that stepping grows to a back and forth walking. All the while, he's playing with the tool he's holding in his hand. Inserting his index finger into the O-ring, twirling it-
"I can give you five names of the women that you have laid your hands on over the past few weeks."
-throwing it up into the air-
"Aishi Aiko-"
-catching it back in the O-ring-
"Mayumi Mei-"
-spinning it again-
"Yuragi Yuria-"
-throwing it back into the air-
"Sagiri Sayaka-"
-spinning it again-
"Aaand... Kanno Kaede...!"
-instead of twirling it again, following the pattern, the kunai is flung straight for the man's head. It happens so quick that the bound man didn't have time to react. The only reaction he manages to let out is to seethe as the blade makes a small, but precise nonetheless, incision on his cheek, drawing out blood.
The blade clangs and clatters as it impacts on the ceramic tiles. Using his foot and hand, the clone to the man's left picks up the kunai, returning it inside his pouch.
"Those are the names of the women whose lives you've ruined." his tone cannot get any straighter than that. "But here's the real kicker: after you finish violating their body, you snuff the life out of most of them, dumping their bodies into a hole somewhere. And to those who're still alive, you've made sure that they couldn't do anything against you."
Despite saying this, there is no spite in his tone at all. But he's not being indifferent either, in fact, the leader of the clones showed several signs of annoyance and irritation during his speech, but nothing too intense or past those points.
Taking a few steps to reach the man, he is now way pass the threshold of personal distance. Crouching, the blue eyed blonde levels the man a look of... pity?
"It doesn't work like that, man. You can't just rape someone all willy-nilly like that." he pauses. "Well, you already did it, so it's useless to tell you this." With a little effort, he stands back up again.
"Hey, when will it kick in?"
"Several more seconds, Boss."
"Good." the boss of the clones look back down at the man again. "Hey, if you're still alive tomorrow, please don't commit something as atrocious as rape again, okay?. Stick to getting drunk. But, please, no DUI's, you hear me?"
"Uh, Boss, but we don't have anything to drive, here..."
"Well, we have horses? Does that count?"
"I guess...?"
Naruto sighs. His clones can be dumb sometimes.
It is dark.
There's no light.
No air.
No sound.
Nothing.
Yet he's alive. He can feel his body. He can move his joints, head and pretty much everything else. But he cannot see. All he can see is the eternal darkness surrounding him like a blanket. Then... slowly something begins to...
...smell?
Smell.
Yes. The reaction of his olfactory organ. He can smell something, but can't quite tell what it is.
It's faint, but distinct. Unlike something he has ever smelled before... perhaps it is why it's unfamiliar to him? The smell is getting stronger and stronger and it's getting stronger quick.
Pain. He feels hurt all over. Sore and painful sensation are being felt from almost all parts of his body.
What is that ringing sound? Now it's vibrating, loudly too. It's all over him, in his ears, it's beginning to hurt. Hurt. The ringing is hurting his head.
Light?
He can see now?
The darkness he's seeing starts to shimmer, almost as if it's fading away. And when the darkness clears, all he sees is light.
Sunlight.
It's... day time.
"Uwaaah... never thought that he'd be like this..."
"Mommy, why is that man naked in the middle of the road?"
"Ssh! Don't point Satoshi! Don't even look!"
"Hey... isn't that Yamashiro-san?"
In the early morning, the villagers of Konoha are treated to a sight that they thought they'll never see.
You see, aside from being known as a person who owns several prominent properties in Konoha's most prominent district, Yamashiro Yamada has earned the respect of the citizen of this village because of several acts in the past. He provided large amounts of donation to several relief actions to smaller communities outside of the village, he's known to be a very approachable man to his patrons at the properties he owned; he's just your overall nice and charitable man, really.
But... it's safe to say that starting from today, whatever amount of respect the people have for him has reached rock bottom.
Sprawled in the middle of the road in nothing but his skin, Yamashiro Yamada looks no different from a person who's had too much booze in his system. The fact that there are empty and broken sake gourds around him doesn't help his image at all. Well, it's not like there will be any image left for him to preserve. His eyes are bloodshot and he has the overall look of someone who's been on a trip of his lifetime.
"He's all beat up... you think he got into a fight?"
"No shit... euugh, he smells too!"
In the distance, three men dressed in green and black arrives at the scene. The people divide like waves, allowing passage and space for these men to walk through. Though it is not rare to see ninjas in full uniform, hell, this is a ninja village after all; it's obvious that they're here for business.
"Kotetsu, Izumo; grab the guy."
The shinobi standing in the middle orders his two subordinates. His eyes narrowing, he watches as his grab the inoperative man with little difficulty. The corner of his eyes develop slight twitching, showing that annoyance is starting to build up.
"Asuma-senpai, he's... been drugged." Kotetsu, who's checked the condition of Yamashiro before picking him up, says to the senior ninja.
Asuma raises one of his thick eyebrows. "Drugged?" then, his eyes narrow. "You think it's them?"
Izumo sighs, chuckling a little bit. "Yeah, looks like it's them. He sure knows how to make an arrest, doesn't he, senpai?"
The combination of two Chunins and one Jonin looks around the entire plaza area. There are posters everywhere, posters with Yamashiro's face on it. Naturally, people are paying attention to these medium posted on the walls, fences, street lights...
Underneath the picture of a smiling, saint-like Yamashiro are the words:
I AM A LIAR
I AM A CRIMINAL
I AM A RAPIST
I HAVE BEEN JUDGED
WOE IS ME
After taking one good look at his surroundings, Sarutobi Asuma lets out a very long sigh. He's not even smoking.
"Dad oughta put a stronger leash on that brat..."
So, how is it? I know it's waaay shorter than anything I've written, but it's not like I plan this to be a full story. So for that reason, this'll be marked as a one shot.
Leave your thoughts in the reviewer section and let me know if you want this to become a thing.
Otherwise, I'll pump everything into I'm just an immortal living my life as a youthful teenager.