Hey every-body, I know you're probably wanting this to be another chapter for 'Revenge of the Fox', well I'm sorry but i'll be getting to that next, this however is a teaser for another Naruto based story i want to write and i didn't want the idea to die while it was just in my mind so i thought i would write it out.
It is a Joker/Naruto fic and this particular section wont actually be a part of the story, well it might but by the time that story reaches when this occurs there wont really be a need to include it since it is fairly late into the story itself.
Any ways, just thought I'd also remind anyone who cares enough to read these Author notes that I would greatly appreciate a drawing for Naruto as he is depicted in Revenge of the Fox, though i you want to draw a pic for my Joker/Naruto as well, you're more than welcome to.
anyways as always i dont own Naruto or Batman or the Joker
Water drops rang throughout the small room. Although Ino couldn't see where they were coming from, there were always present in her dank cell that she was tied up in. Resigning herself to her bindings, Ino thought back to the reason she was here.
It was a simple mission to, find and eliminate the serial killer who had been somewhat stagnant in a town just inside the border of Fire Country. While she was investigating, she had found the killer, in the act, by accident and had then attempted to eliminate him but was overpowered, she was knocked out and found herself tied up in a cell with the maniacal grin of her captor bearing down on her.
The man who had captured her began each day telling her a story, which he always claimed was one of his own experiences, but each story had him being beaten and hated by people despite being a young boy. After the story, he would feed her and at first she refused to eat but an IV drip was brought in and she was given nutrients through that until she agreed to eat. Once she was finished eating, her captor would dance about while he prepared and when he was ready, he tortured her.
The torture was horrible and completely unheard of but he would not relent until he was satisfied each day. After each session, her captor would heal her completely, such that it seemed as if her wounds had never happened in the first place. Throughout his torture he would laugh and dance, like and insane jester and the grin never left his face, like it was plastered on though it never seemed forced despite how unnaturally big his grin was.
The door creaked and Ino was brought out of her musing. As the wooden door swung open, a person stepped into the room. The person was dressed in what seemed to be formal attire, since it consisted of slacks, a white shirt, a deep red tie and an orange vest. The look was complimented by his pale skin, blood red eyes and spiky blonde hair with distinct red streaks running through it.
"Hello again, my dear. I hope you been well since lunch, after all, too much exercise after eating can give you cramps but I see you've just been lying around since then." The ever grinning man burst into laughter as he finished, something he seemed to be inclined towards with everything he does.
"How could have done anything, when you have me tied up here?" Inos' rhetorical question brought forth another bout of laughter from her captor.
"And you said you didn't have a sense of humour. Now on to more pressing matters, I do believe we had an appointment arranged for this time slot, I guess we had better not dally then."
Ino shivered as her captors grin widened at the end of his rebuttal. There was a glint of pure insanity that shone from his eyes, and only glowed brighter as he pulled from behind him, a hammer and several large sharpened pegs, reminiscent of ones used for pitching a tent.
The grinning man never stopped giggling to himself as he started tracing Ino's left breast with the peg. Eventually he found his target, between the ribs just below the breast. Keeping the peg steady, the man raised the hammer in his other hand, while the entire time, Ino was watching her captors every movement with tears starting to well up in her eyes. After holding the hammer high in the air for a few seconds, he brought it down hard and fast straight down onto the top of the peg…
Ino's mouth fell agape as her back arched and quickly went rigid, along with the rest of her body. The pose lasted for several seconds before she fell back down to the bed she was lying down on. Feeling slightly exhausted, Ino lay still as the orgasm began to taper off. Pulling her hand free from her pants, Ino inspected the liquid that followed and remained stuck to the fingers that she using.
Sighing, Ino roused herself out of the bed and walked to the bathroom to wash up. The darkness of night was fully settled over Konoha and the blonde was starting to feel it. Looking up, Ino saw her reflection and the haggard face that stared back at her from the mirrors surface showed how well she has taken to the rehabilitation since her rescue one year earlier.
Ino's capture had lasted for several months and every day of her capture she was tortured and after her captor had finished, he kissed her dead on the mouth which initiated the healing process that restored her to perfect health. At first the torture was unbearable and the kiss repulsive, but as the days passed, the torture became enjoyable, orgasmic even towards the end of her captivity, and she began to yearn for the kiss that always accompanied each session.
"Pull yourself together, Ino." Slapping herself on the cheeks, the blonde sought to bring herself out of reminiscing for something she would be likely to ever experience. After washing her face and drying off, Ino then proceeded to make her way to bed. Once in bed sleep soon took over and Ino drifted into blissful unconsciousness.
Light filtered through a break in the curtains of the room and shone directly onto Ino's face. Groaning, the blonde slowly opened her eyes and glared rather unsuccessfully at the window while she roused herself out of the bed.
After getting out the bed, Ino stumbled slightly in her way to the bathroom. With a little trouble opening the door in her sleep induced clumsiness, she finally managed to reach the sink. The water she splashed on her face was cold enough to help thoroughly wake her up and Ino shook her head before reaching for the cabinet behind the mirror in front of her.
The make-up that was applied barely seemed to be visible since it was only to cover up the dark bags under her eyes from days of little sleep. Satisfied that she was presentable in her facial appearance, the blonde walked back to her room to get dressed. Her outfit consisted of a dark purple collared and sleeveless shirt that was unbuttoned to just below her bust line showing off a mesh vest underneath; below this Ino wore a pair of grey short shorts with a short wrap-around skirt that opened to the front, and this was coupled with a pair of dark sandals that reached her knees and were open at the toes and heel.
Once she was finished getting dressed, Ino left her apartment and locked the door behind her, naturally her apartment was riddled with traps since she didn't want anyone to just waltz in and mess with her stuff. Outside, the blonde winced slightly as the sun reached her eyes, unperturbed by the irritant though, she started walking down the street on her way to get some breakfast at the Ichiraku ramen stall. Though ramen wasn't always something she ate in the first place, it was something she ate when she remembered the one who occasionally plagued her thoughts and oft times her dreams. Reaching the small stall, Ino pushed aside the drapes and sat at one of the stools when Ayame, the ramen chef's daughter approached from behind the counter.
"Good morning, Ino-san. Did you want your usual breakfast meal?" the brunette asked with a smile.
"Good morning, Ayame." Ino said with a slight yawn that she quickly tried to cover with her hand, "I think I might have something different actually, I think I'll have a pork ramen."
Nodding quickly Ayame looked over to her father who simply nodded and started cooking in the noodles. As they waited Ayame and Ino started talking about the sudden change in her breakfast order, when the drapes were parted and a pink haired girl about the same age as Ino walked through.
"Ino-pig, what are you doing here?" the girl abruptly asked, interrupting the conversation that Ino and Ayame were having.
"I was in the middle of trying to have a conversation with Ayame here while I waited for my breakfast to be made, Sakura." The remark was dripping with sarcasm, but Sakura completely missed it.
"What! Why are you have breakfast here, it's not healthy and it'll only make you fat."
Ino sighed at her friends seeming obsession with diet and the like, "Look Forehead, I've been doing this for two years now, not every day mind you, but often enough to know that it's not going to make me fat."
Sakura looked sceptical but didn't push the issue, "Okay, if you say so. Anyways, did you hear the news?" Ino just tilted her head confused by what news could possibly have missed her ears and waited for Sakura to continue, "They've actually found the bastard that hurt you, well they find him, find him, they have a trail of corpses similar to what he did last time he showed up."
Ino's eyes widened at the news. The man who had 'hurt' her, was the same man who plagued her thoughts and dreams. Still somewhat shocked by the announcement, Ino turned back towards the counter and idly pulled a senbon from her weapons pouch and started to poke her hand with it. Ayame watched the girl with slight worry as the information might have been too much for the blonde too handle, and as she watched she soon realised that the girl before her was actually starting hurt herself with the senbon.
"Ino-san, you're hand is bleeding!" the brunette exclaimed in an attempt to alert the girl to her, self harmful actions.
The exclamation did bring the girl out of her monotonous motions and she looked at the hand she had been poking, only to find that the senbon was still inside a hole that reached the entire way through. Taking the needle like weapon out of her hand, the blonde looked at the blood and chuckled sheepishly, apologising to the Ichiraku's for getting blood on their counter.
Sakura had watched her friend with a smile after delivering the news but that soon left when her friend didn't respond. She soon became worried when Ayame raised her voice and when she saw Ino's hand she started regret having told her friend.
"Ino, I thought you stopped that horrible habit of yours." Sakura said worriedly.
Ino looked between Sakura and her hand, and smiled, "I did, but I guess hearing about the guy caused me relapse a bit. Don't worry I'll be fine, I think I'll just eat my breakfast and then go home though.
Sakura was still a little worried about her friend but left on Ino's insistence. Soon after, the ramen was delivered to Ino which she ate with some gusto finishing the meal in record time for her. Ino then paid for her meal and walked back to her apartment, unlocked the door and took down the traps.
After finishing with the traps, Ino headed straight for her room and sat at the desk situated in the corner. Reaching down to the bottom drawer, Ino pulled open the bottom drawer and lifted out a fake bottom, before taking out the single piece of paper that was hidden there. On the page was a hand drawn and coloured picture of a person face.
Ino set the page down on the desk and gazed at the drawing. This was something that she herself had drawn not long after her salvation from the man that plagued her dreams. Looking at the picture, Ino started to remember just how she came to know that man.
The whole thing had started out as a simple reconnaissance mission with regards to the culprit of one of the fire daimyo's personal servants. She had been sent on the mission since the daimyo's servant was killed in a similar fashion to an unkown serial killer that had appeared in the land of fire. However, a few days ofter she had started her investigation in the town where most of the murders had taken place, she was capture by the very same man that she was attempting to find.
Afer her capture, Ino realise quickly who exactly had captured her, although she was drugged to prevent her from being able to summon or mold any chakra. It was then that Ino started to feel fear for her situation creep in. The maniac that had captured her forced all of the men he had with him out of the room that she was tied up in and from there her began.
Every day, for the extent of four months, that same man can into the room she was kept and tortured her, brutally mutilating her body every time and every day he would do something different. Though despite this horrid treatment, he would always heal her back to full physical health, a process that he initiated with a kiss and always felt like orgasmic bliss. On top of that he seemed to behave rather possessive of her, to the point that when some of the men he was 'hiring' decided they wanted to have some 'fun' with her, he would kill them and castrate them in front of the rest of the gang he had gathered.
It was because of this possessiveness and how he would always heal her body in a most pleasurable manner that she started to develop feelings for her tormentor. Ino's could understand that it was crazy and stupid, but he always treated her relative gentle outside of her torture sessions and in these times he also told her a lot about his past, a past that was so sad and riddled with unwarranted hatred towards him when he was innocent that she couldn't help but believe that he was 'socially awkward' from his experiences in his early development and could only reach out in the same manner that he was treated. After four months of being in his captivity, Konoha managed to send a team to deal with the problem, and in this resulted in his disappearance and her salvation.
Ino shook her head to clear it from her reminiscing, and she looked back at the picture of her tormentor that she had drawn. She brushed a lock of hair aside as she continued to gaze loving at the picture and took in every detail of the man's face that she had drawn. His spiky blonde hoir with bright purple and red streaks, his pale complexion, his bright purple eyes that seemed to contain the same glint in the picture that she could remember seeing in the real thing, his grin that spread across almost the entirety of his face and finally the three marks of both of his cheeks that could easily be mistaken for whiskers. Ino sighed as she, stroked the picture with as much adoration as she held in her gaze, "Oh I wonder how you're doing my joke loving puddin'; my Joker; my Mr J."