Sunday, December 26, 2010


Ichigo woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and had his arrogant aura back. He seemed to be more himself. That said aura didn't even disappear when he stood and felt the wet mess between his legs. He felt too good to really give a damn. With his usual strut back in place Ichigo moved around is room, grabbing things he needed. He threw on a plain white t-shirt before pulling on his uniforms blazer. As he was pulling it on a knock came at his door. "Come in," he called, his voice muffled by the fabric. There was a click as the door swung inwards. There were footsteps which Ichigo noticed were notably quieter than his fathers, but heavier than his younger sisters. Wonder who that could be... He thought as he yanked it down and smoothed it out. When he looked up, he reeled backwards in shock, tripping over his own two feet and landing on his bed.

Ishida stood there with his usual frown on his face and with his bag slung lazily over one shoulder. One hip jutted to the side and his other arm was laid femininely across his stomach. "Good morning, Kurosaki-kun." When he spoke he sounded both amused and angry at the same time.

"'Morning." Ichigo replied, scowling to try and hide his sudden embarrassment.

"So when were you going to tell me?" The Quincy raised an eyebrow before throwing his backpack lightly into Ichigo's desk chair. When he approached Ichigo, the boy shrunk a little, fearing the other for some reason.

"Tell you what, exactly, Ishida?" He asked, trying to play innocent. It was very, very clear what the bluish-black haired boy meant. It was unavoidable with himself completely exposed.

"Don't act stupid, not that you have to try too hard." Ishida replied, pushing his glasses up his nose. "When were you going to tell me you're incontinent?"

Ichigo scowled at him and pushed himself onto his elbows. "Don't insult me. And I'm not incontinent, just infected. Would it matter to you if I was? Would you break up with me?"

Ishida shrugged and came up right next to the bed before slinking on top of Ichigo. He leaned down until their noses were nearly touching. "Maybe I would and maybe I wouldn't. I could always find better than you, you know. Not to toot my own horn but I deserve so much better than you."

"Then why haven't you, Quincy? If you think you're so hot why haven't you found someone worthy of your damn ego?" Ichigo wriggled underneath him in an almost playful way.

The Quincy smirked before his bringing his lips down over Ichigo's in a gentle manner. "Because I'd miss kissing these sweet, innocent, lips of yours." He murmured after sitting up, resting his body on Ichigo's stomach. "And I need someone who's less intelligent than me so I can shine more."

"You're a narcissist, Ishida." Ichigo muttered.

"You don't know what you're talking about." Ishida leaned in and kissed him again, harder this time. His tongue slid into Ichigo's mouth, furthering the kiss. Ichigo had to finally break them apart, long after either of them could breathe any more.

Pushing him back Ichigo muttered, "We gotta get going or we're going to be late, oh perfect student."

Ishida slid back off Ichigo, jumping when his bottom was suddenly met with something wet. Glancing down he realized he was sitting on top of Ichigo's crotch. Quickly he stood and brushed the back of his pants off, glancing back once to make sure it wasn't wet. There was a small spot but it wasn't noticeable. "You didn't mention you were wet, Kurosaki."

"Kind of got caught up in the moment. It's your fault." Ichigo accused, pulling himself from a laying to a standing position in one flowing movement. "But it doesn't matter. I gotta get dressed."

"Do you need any help?" Ishida asked, pushing his glasses up again.

"I can't imagine you've ever changed a dirty diaper before Ishida." Ichigo replied, tugging at the tapes.

"What makes you think that?"

The orange haired boy shrugged as he slipped the wet piece of plastic and cloth off of him. "You seem like one of those people who expect everyone to be able to do everything on their own." Ichigo rolled it up and threw it across the room, watching as it landed neatly inside the waste basket.

"And you seem like you've gotten used to this fairly quickly." Ishida muttered, staring at the waste basket for a moment before turning back to stare at Ichigo with an intense glare on his face. "Also, for your information, I change diapers all the time when I babysit relatives babies."

"But have you ever changed an adult diaper before?" Ichigo asked, staring back at him, completely oblivious to the fact that he was half nude in front of the boy.

Ishida sighed and adjusted his glasses yet again. "It can't be much different than changing a child's. Now lay down."

"No way. I just stood up." Ichigo argued, crossing his arms over his chest. "And you can't make me, either, Quincy."

Ishida's eyebrow twitched as he replied, "You're sounding incredibly childish, Kurosaki. You're not broken so standing then laying down again should be no issue." He reached out and pushed Ichigo roughly back onto the bed with just the tips of his fingers.

Ichigo landed with a small 'oomph', hitting his head against the wall on his way down. "Oh shut up..." He muttered, scowling and rubbing the back of his head.

"Now, where do you keep all the supplies?" Ichigo opened his mouth to come back with a cocky response but was immediately hushed. "Don't make this difficult, Kurosaki. You still need to eat breakfast and I refuse to be late to school because of you. Now where are the supplies?"

Reluctantly he replied, "Closet."

"Good. Maybe you can be trained."

"Not a dog you bastard."

Ishida shrugged as he sauntered over to the closet and pulled it open. When he squatted, Ichigo couldn't help but peak at the perfect ass that he got to call his. Of course, with Ishida's sharp senses, he noticed it and asked sarcastically, "Enjoying the view?"

"Truthfully, yeah." Ichigo grinned before laying back again. In the background he heard the rustling of plastic and the sound of his closet being rolled shut. A few seconds later he felt Ishida kneeling in front of him, examining him like he'd examine a medical experiment. "Enjoying the view?" Ichigo asked after a few moments of silence. It was dorky to use someone else's joke but it fit the situation.

"Yes, actually. I am." Was the curt reply, though to his trained ears, Ichigo heard the playful note behind it.

"Well enjoy it well it lasts. We really have to get our asses moving or we're going to be late. We're already problem kids for just leaving in the middle of class with no reasonable explanation."

"Maybe you are," a tearing sound, "but I'm not. I come up with excuses that are good enough to convince even the most intelligent college professors." Ichigo was suddenly shocked when a cold wet wipe came in contact with his privates. He was even more shocked when he felt Ishida begin to fondle him, rolling his sensitive parts in his hand. He groaned and rolled his hips forward slightly. "What was that? I'm just cleaning you off."

"No you're not, you bastard." Ichigo groaned again as Ishida moved the wipe from his balls to his inner thighs and then back a little further where his entrance was. "And don't do that with the door open!" He moaned loudly when he felt Ishida put lightly on his entrance, teasing him. "Knock it off!" He whined, wriggling away from his touch.

"Oh hush you big baby."

There were quiet footsteps down the hall and then there was a tiny voice floating through his open door. "Nii-san, are you alright? Are you in pain?"

Ichigo's face lit up as he stuttered, "I'm fine Yuzu. I'll be done soon to eat. Don't worry about me, okay?"

There was a minute of silence before Yuzu replied timidly, "Alright." Quiet footsteps retreated down the hall.

Scowling now, and a little annoyed Ichigo ordered, "Go close the door you moron. What if she'd walked in, huh?"

Ishida stood and floated to the door and closed it, dropping the wet wipe in the trash. "She knows how to mind her privacy, Kurosaki. Give her a little credit."

The boy rolled his eyes and sighed. "Yeah yeah. We've spent too much time messing around. I promised my dad I'd eat a big breakfast today and it's getting cold. I can't disappoint and if we laze around here much more we will be late and I won't be able to eat."

"Oh fine. You're starting to sound like a broken record."

"And so are you." Ichigo muttered.

There was a crinkling by his feet before Ishida ordered, sounding annoyed himself, "Lift." Obediently Ichigo did as he was told, lifting himself just barely off the bed. The soft plastic was slipped underneath him before he lowered himself again. "Are you so used to this you don't have to be told what to do any more?" Ishida commented sarcastically.

"It's only been a day, jackass. It's not like I've lost feeling in my lower regions." Ichigo replied, sitting up just a little to scowl at the other person.

"Yeah yeah. Lay back down so I can make sure this fits properly." Almost instantly Ishida had pulled the front of the diaper up and had taped it neatly around Ichigo's waist. He then backed away to examine his handy work. "Alright now put some pants on."

Ichigo sat up and grabbed his pants that he'd discarded on the end of his bed. Quickly he pulled them up and fastened them, taking note of how much tighter they felt with the extra bulk. Maybe I should get a pair that's one size larger for now. No one but me will notice. He glanced once in the full length that hung on his door and sighed. There was definitely a noticeable bulge in his pants, which he tried futilely to flatten out. He was just going to have to deal. After fiddling with his blazer for a minute, trying to cover more of it he finally settled, and smoothing it out once more, swung his door open. "Alright. Let's go eat some breakfast and get the hell out of here."

Ishida couldn't help but smile as he noticed the slight waddle in Ichigo's step and the tiny bulge in the back of his pants. He didn't watch long though as he didn't want to be left behind. Grabbing his bag from the swiveling desk chair Ishida followed after the orange haired boy. As they walked downstairs, side by side, their hands occasionally brushed together and Ishida just wanted to take it and hold it but apparently Ichigo had yet to come out to his family. It really sucked, sometimes.

They arrived in the kitchen just as Yuzu was preparing to clean up. "Is there any food left for us, Yuzu?" Ichigo asked, ruffling her hair lightly as he walked past her.

Giggling she replied, smiling, "Of course there is nii-chan! Always! There's enough for your friend, too." She added a moment later after spotting Ishida.

"Great! Sit down Ishida." Ichigo plopped down into one chair and then proceeded to pull one out for Ishida. A moment later a generous amount of food was placed in front of him. A large bowl of rice; a huge piece of omelet; some fish and three pieces of toast. "Wow Yuzu. You really out did yourself this time. This is absolutely amazing. Thanks!" He watched as his sisters face turned shades of pink in embarrassment from being praised so much. "Itadekimasu!" He chimed before he picked up his chop sticks and began shoveling food in his mouth.

Ishida took more time; he said thank you for the food in a much quieter way and ate at a much slower pace, chewing each bite more carefully. Ichigo sometimes seemed like a completely different person in front of Yuzu. He was so much kinder; so much more gentle. It wasn't bad... It was just... Different. One thing that kind of got on his nerves though was the way his manners changed. When they ate with all of their friends from Soul Society he ate with a lot more sophistication. He chose to chew his food rather than swallow it whole. He was a lot more quiet as well. Not so pig-like.

They ate silently, but at different paces. Ichigo of course finished long before Ishida did, settling back in his chair while he waited. When he noticed that one of Ishida's hands resided beneath the table, and in his lap, Ichigo reached out, secretly, and took it, catching Ishida slightly by surprise. The look he gave Ichigo made the boy grin. It was rare to see a look other than smugness on his face and it was refreshing. It didn't take Ishida long to finish after that. They brought their dishes to the sink before bolting out the door. Ichigo grabbed his bag on the way out, having left it next to the door the night before.

Once outside and a good few blocks from the house, Ishida pushed Ichigo into a fence and pressed his lips to his. Luckily for him there was no protest but a fairly good response. Ichigo responded by pressing himself into Ishida and wrapping the firm arms, Ishida so adored, around his waist. This lasted only a brief second though for as the kiss began to become very passionate, a few giggling girls walked by, pointing and smiling as they hurried by. After that they broke apart, blushing and panting.

"We shouldn't do that any more..." Ichigo declared, running a hand through his hair and looking away.

"Why not?"

"Why not? He asks... Someone we know could see us and could start spreading rumors or something."

Ishida frowned and placed his hand on his hip. "There are many rumors about us already. What's one more?"

"This is a different kind of rumor. People just assume we're running outside during class to smoke pot or just to skip class. I'd rather hear those kind of things than to hear people calling me, us, weak. I'd rather not lose face."

"You're more worried about keeping face than letting the world know we're dating? That makes me feel just great, Kurosaki."

Ichigo shrugged. "Sorry. If it gets out than it gets out. When that happens then I'll stop caring that people know. Until then I want to just, you know, keep it on the down low." Ishida continued to frown at him, a look screaming dissatisfaction with the answer he'd been given. Sighing Ichigo pulled him close, forcing Ishida's hand away from his hip, and kissed him just barely on the lips. "When the time comes for people to know, they'll know alright?" He asked, after pushing them apart.

Still slightly pissed, but less so than he'd been only a few seconds ago, he nodded.

"Now that that's settled let's get to class." Knowing that Ishida was still mad, Ichigo reached out and took the boys hand, linking their fingers together and squeezed gently. Well this is one step towards telling the entire fricking world that I'm in love with boys. He thought, mentally rolling his eyes. They reached school, and were just coming into the class room when the bell rang. Quickly Ichigo shook his hand out from Ishida's and sat in his seat, ignoring the death glare that was sent in his general direction.

The first few hours of school passed smoothly. Despite his situation Ichigo found he could still concentrate and his bladder seemed to be behaving. Only for the first few hours though. After lunch was over, Ichigo found he could no longer sit still unless he forced himself to. This was all due to the fact that his stomach kept clenching so hard, so fast, so often, that he couldn't ignore it. The more he tried to ignore it the worse it got. After about twenty minutes or so he had to let himself exhale and let his stomach expand. As soon as he had he wished he hadn't.

Slowly his bowels began releasing itself. It squirted heavily, but thankfully quietly, into the diaper. Ichigo had to make sure he continued acting normal as though nothing were happening. He managed to continue to scrawl (illegible) notes on the lecture until his body stopped spasming. When his bowels were finished with its business his bladder decided it needed a release as well. A heavy, steady, stream of urine came out, lasting nearly a minute. Finally Ichigo's body rested. Occasionally urine would squirt out but nothing like a stream was present.

Ichigo continued working for about five minutes after he had 'finished'. Finally he stood, grabbed his bag and rushed out of the classroom. The teacher looked back when he heard the scraping of the chair on the floor but said nothing. Instead he shook his head and continued lecturing. Outside the classroom Ichigo leaned against the window and took a deep breath. For some reason tears were brimming at his eyes. Perhaps he had hoped nothing would happen. Of course this had giving him false hope. He was well aware that he was sick and he was well aware that something like this was going to happen. Taking a deep breath, he forced back the tears and straightened himself out. He was a man and he was going to take it like a man. So what that he was in diapers in school and that he had just used it like a two years old? Every person had their moment and he'd just had his.

As he stood there he heard the door to the classroom slide open and then shut. He looked up to see Ishida standing there, staring at him with a strange look on his face. "What was that all about?" He asked before Ichigo had a chance to say or explain anything.

"Nothing." He retorted, scowling.

"Obviously it wasn't nothing. People don't just randomly run out of a classroom over nothing." Ishida snapped.

"Something just happened, okay?" Ichigo squirmed in his spot, realizing, suddenly, that he was very wet and very, very messy.

"'Just happened'? What exactly happened, Kurosaki?" Ishida asked, now scowling.

Ichigo replied under his breath.

Ishida walked up to him and took him by the shoulders, shaking him slightly. "I can't hear you when you're talking to yourself. Speak up."

"It was just an accident!" Ichigo hissed quietly, locking his eyes on the tile at his feet. "Just an accident." He repeated, beginning to shake. It was odd but he just couldn't stop himself. His vision blurred as tears began dripping slowly down his face.

When it finally clicked in his head, Ishida sighed. "How come you didn't say so earlier?"

"It only happened maybe fifteen minutes ago."

"Well that's fifteen minutes longer than needed. You're going to end up with a horrible rash if you don't change right away. There's acid in urine you know."

"Stop being so smart. I already knew that."

Ishida slid in close to his boyfriend and wrapped his arms tightly around his waist. His hands snaked their way down the firm ass and squeezed, taking the other by surprise. "With this mess I'm surprised you didn't run out right away." There was no smart reply. Sighing in irritation Ishida lifted Ichigo's face with the tip of his nose and kissed his gently on the edge of his lips. "Let's go to the bathroom and clean you off or you'll stink the place up."

"That makes me feel a whole fucking lot better about the situation, Quincy." Ichigo spat, slowly slouching his way towards the bathroom, pushing the "archer" out of his way.

"I was joking, Kurosaki."

"Since when do you joke?"

"Since when did you lose your sense of humor?"

They stalked, silently, to the bathroom. Once inside, Ishida closed the door behind them and locked it. He was going to take absolutely no chances of being interrupted. Not this time. And definitely not with Ichigo in such a... Fragile... state. Laying his bag against a stall he ordered Ichigo, "Lay down."

"On the floor? Do you even know how dirty it is?" Ichigo asked, scrunching his nose in disgust.

"I'm sure we could find a more apt place, princess. But I would think it'd be better to do it in a place that's locked and where no one can see us. You in particular. You're acting very unusual, Kurosaki, and it's unpleasant. Not that your normal attitude is much better."

"Well I'm sorry my personality doesn't fit your taste, your royal assness." The boy turned away from Ishida and crossed his arms defiantly across his chest.

Sparks flew between the two and the tension was thick enough to cut with a butchers knife. Finally, after having a stare down with Ichigo's back, and resisting his urge to shake some sense into the kids thick head, Ishida came up behind him and laid a hand on the all too familiar shoulder. "Will you please just lie down so we can get this over with and go back to class? I'm not one to plead, Kurosaki, but I'm pleading with you now. Let the stubborn part of you kick itself in the ass and let it slide away for now."

There were another few minutes of silence before finally Ichigo heaved a sigh and uncrossed his arms. "Fine. Have it your way." Slowly the orange haired boy turned around, working the button on his pants as he did so. It popped almost as soon as he touched it, having been stretched as far as it would allow. The zipper unzipped itself so all that was left to do was for him to slip out of the pants. Quickly he pulled them off, setting them on the edge of the sink next to him. He then proceeded to lay down, making sure to find the cleanest spot on the floor. Oh, and of course apply the least amount of pressure on his bottom as he could. He would retain some dignity, no matter how he managed it. Once he was on his back Ishida knelt down next to him and opened his bag. From inside he produced a clean diaper and the small bag of wipes he'd been using earlier. "Why the hell do you have that with you?" Ichigo asked, staring at it.

"You didn't really think I'd leave your house unprepared did you?" Ishida asked, starting to peel away the mess Ichigo was sitting in. When the used diaper unfurled, the smell was nauseating. I don't think his breakfast agreed with him this morning. Or he's getting worse... Oh God what if he is? It's only the second day he's been sick... Well not really his second day but still. What if it continues getting worse and then he never gets better? I don't think I could handle that. Ishida gagged as he breathed in. Well whatever happens happens. If I don't get this over with I'm going to be sick.

"What are you doing? Just ogling at me or something? This is uncomfortable so if you could hurry it up a little I'd appreciate it." Ichigo growled.

"Shut up, you. I'm assessing the situation. And it's best not to rush a perfectionist. You'll regret it." Ishida replied as calmly as he could.

"Fine. Whatever."

Ishida took out a wipe and began cleaning Ichigo's privates, making sure to get every last little thing. He then reached back for his bag and grabbed something out of it. Standing he want to the sink and turned it on, holding the object under the warm water.

"What are you doing?" Ichigo asked, feeling repetitive.

"Have patience." Ishida replied, pushing his glasses up as he knelt down again. He than began wiping Ichigo down with the object he'd wetted down. Ichigo jerked as the rag traced the contours of his crotch. "Sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were completely clean. A small rash is starting to form."

"You could've warned me." Ichigo muttered, wincing as he felt the rag glide across the spot Ishida had been talking about. "Is it bad?"

"No. Not really. It'll be tender though for probably a few hours."

Ichigo hit his head lightly against the ground. "Damn it." When there was no response Ichigo lifted his head a little to find Ishida staring intently at his naked half. "What do you think you're staring at."

"You've been really testy today. It's kind of a... Turn on." Ishida mumbled, reaching out to touch the tip of Ichigo's partially erect cock. "And I never got to finish what I was doing earlier due to the interruption."

"You want to do it here? In the middle of a public bathroom where ANYONE could walk in at any time?"

"Doesn't the idea thrill you even a little?"

There was a brief pause as Ichigo pondered the idea. It would be dangerous, and they'd be taking a serious chance of being found out. He couldn't lie though after his cock throbbed painfully at the thought of being caught by a fellow classmate. "Maybe it does a little. What's it to you?"

"The door is locked and class is still in session. No one is going to be walking around." Ishida got onto his hands and crawled up Ichigo's body until their faces were directly in front of each others. The boy leaned in and pressed his lips ever so gently against the other boys, pressing for more after there was no (direct) protest. After a moment he could feel their tongues playing war with each other in a rather feverish fashion.

His hand began to unbutton Ichigo's shirt but was stopped. "What's the matter?" He asked, taking a few deep breaths. "Aren't you ready?"

"Of course I'm ready. God I'm so hard right now I can barely take it. But what if... You know. Something happens while we're..." His face was tomato red and he couldn't speak the last few words.

"We'll worry about it when it actually happens. For once I'm telling you not to think so hard about something." Ishida replied, pulling his hand out of Ichigo's vice grip just to being unbuttoning the shirt again. Once it was completely undone he yanked it as far off as he could without having to make Ichigo move. Then he leaned down and took one pink nipple in his mouth and began sucking on it, gently at first and then more roughly. This move made Ichigo's entire body shudder and arch. The first time Ichigo's body arched, their erections came together with a lot of friction. Ishida had to have more of it so he came down over Ichigo's body with his own, letting go of the slightly raised nipple that had been in his mouth so that he could move up and rub their throbbing members together. He rocked his body back and forth over it. But he had to have more contact. He was going to die if he didn't get more contact between them. Instantly he had his pants undone and pulled down around his ankles with his undies following not far behind. Soon their bodies were rocking together, both half naked and breathing heavily; like a bunch of animals.

"I-I-Ishida. Please. I want you inside me. Please." Ichigo moaned after another series of heavy, slobbery kisses, and after the friction between them was becoming unbearable. In that good sort of way of course.

"You wanna go dry?" Ishida asked, planting kisses lightly across the boys jaw line and collar bone.

Ichigo groaned, and leaned is head forward before letting it drop back as Ishida kissed a more sensitive part of him. "N-no."

"I don't have any lube with me."

"I know."

"You're going to...?"


"But you've never..."

"Shut up." Ichigo pushed Ishida off of him before switching their positions. Ishida now lay on his back and Ichigo loomed over him, staring at the throbbing member before him. "Well here I go." He leaned in and kissed the very tip a few times before he engulfed it in the warmth of his mouth. Ishida groaned at the sudden contact and Ichigo noticed that his cock throbbed hard every time he hit the base. As soon as he figured this out he stopped bobbing, but kept his mouth around it, forcing himself to keep his mouth at the very base. He used his tongue to trace the bottom of it, seeming to hit a certain nerve once in awhile that made Ishida's body spasm. Finally Ishida stopped him, grabbing him by the hair and forcing him to look up.

"That was too good for it to have been your first time." Ishida huffed, his breathing rapid. "But you can give me an explanation later. Now it's your turn. Get on your knees." Ichigo obeyed in an instant. Then Ishida came up behind him and positioned himself before he thrust himself in, without warning. Ichigo yelped in pain as Ishida thrusted hard into him, without slowing any, no matter how often he heard Ichigo groan in pain. Both were breathing heavily and although Ishida was tired, and his knees burned in pain from sitting on the hard tile, he didn't stop.

Finally, long after they'd passed their limits, Ichigo grunted and came and was followed not long after by his boyfriend. Ichigo collapsed onto his hands, relieving his knees from taking all the pressure.

Ishida slid out of him and fell backwards onto his hands, taking deep, steady breaths. After a moment he reached up and fixed his glasses that had gone askew due to the powerful activity he'd just taken a part of. Finally, as their breath settled, Ishida muttered, "Now I have to clean you up again. Jeez. Lay down."

"Gladly." Ichigo flopped onto his back, making sure to avoid the mess they'd made. His body didn't react this time as the wash rag came in contact with him again. (After being thoroughly cleaned of course.) After the rag had been removed Ichigo felt something new being placed on his crotch but it was light and he hardly felt it. "What are you putting on me?"

"Powder to keep the rash from spreading." Ishida replied, pouring a good amount on one area before gently spreading it with his fingers. "Oh and I'd suggest shaving your pubes. It's hard to clean otherwise."

"What?" Ichigo asked, incredulously. "You want me to lose more of my manhood?"

"It's either that or I leave that part of you filthy."

"Fine. I'll do it later. When we're you know... Not in the middle of a public bathroom."

"It's not a public bathroom it's a school bathroom." Ishida corrected him, setting the bottle of powder down and unfurling the new diaper. "Lift up." Ichigo lifted up and Ishida slipped the clean diaper underneath him. Gently he pushed him down again before pulling the front of the diaper up. Taping it, he leaned back and examined his work. "Alright. You can put your pants back on now. I'd suggest getting a larger pair for now. Otherwise those won't last long and something is bound to happen.

"Yeah yeah." Ichigo stood and reached for his pants, grabbing them off the edge of the sink. Just as he was leaning down to put them on, the door rattled before sliding open, revealing a janitor and another classmate.

"Like I was saying, I came to use the bathroom and it was-" The boy looked over and stopped in his tracks, mouth dangling open, a look of pure shock all across his face.


Bad News

"Kurosaki-kun," a man in a white lab coat stepped into the room holding a chart that held papers which he was flipping through. "I'm glad you came in now. I've got some good news and some bad news for you although I suppose neither news is all that great."

Ichigo leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs, frowning. "What do you mean bad news?"

"Well which news do you want first?"

Ichigo sighed irritably. "People almost always ask that question when they know the answer already. Just tell me the bad news first." Unknowingly to Ichigo, his leg was shaking from being nervous. Something was happening in his body and he knew it wasn't quite right.

The doctor sighed and placed the clipboard on the bed and leaned back against it, crossing his arms across his chest. "You seem to have a terrible infection somewhere in your body that has caused your bladder to shrink to a size not befitting of your body. It'll cause you to have unexplainable accidents and sadly you won't be able to control it. The other part of this bad news is that, as we don't know where the infection is, or quite what it is for that matter, we can't give you any antibiotics to clear it up."

Ichigo looked dumbfounded and felt less arrogant than when he'd walked in here. He wasn't here of his own will. After having a few too many unusual night accidents his dad had told him to come to the clinic. His father told him that he would've done it himself but felt that he had inadequate equipment for looking at what Ichigo had. And of course he'd been mostly right. When he'd gotten to the clinic and told all of the nurses his symptoms, suddenly they were taking a bunch of complex tests he hadn't asked for. He'd been pricked with needles and prodded mercilessly by instruments he'd never even heard of. And all of that irritating pain had led down to this one minute in time. "S-so," Ichigo had to clear his throat slightly before he could speak, "if that's the bad news, than what the hell is the good news?"

The doctor gave him a sympathetic smile. "I told you even the good news isn't all that great. Because of how the infection is affecting your body we're guessing that if we leave it alone for long enough it'll clear up on it's own if nothing inflames it or if it doesn't worsen. It's more likely, though, to clear up on it's own." He clarified quickly when he saw the look on Ichigo's face.

Under his breath Ichigo muttered, "I think I would've just rather not known, now." To the doctor he said, "So what exactly does that mean for me?"

"Well," the doctor started slowly, trying to choose his words carefully, "it'll worsen a little before it get's better. You said so far the accidents have only happened at night, right?" Ichigo nodded, rigid-jawed. "Well you're more than likely to start having accidents during the day. What I would suggest is that you go and buy some Depends. Just enough for a week or so. Of course if it's not cleared up by then, keep buying them for a couple of weeks. But if it persists more than two or three weeks, stop wearing them. Wearing them might cause you to regress and lose the control over your bladder completely. It would mean having to repotty train you."

Ichigo cringed at the words. The man in the white lab coat was basically telling him he had to wear diapers or he'd make a mess of himself in front of everyone. Which was worse? Being humiliated in diapers or being humiliated by pissing his own pants? It was a hard choice. "Is that it, doctor?"

"Give this note to your dad," he scribbled a messy note on a sheet of paper, "and you're good to go. Don't forget to stop in at a store and pick up supplies. Also, when wearing Depends, don't stay wet too long or a rash is going to occur and those are painful, let me tell you. Pick up a small bottle of baby powder or talcum powder and you shouldn't have to worry about it too much then."

Ichigo stood and held his hand out stiffly as he said, "Thanks." As he walked out the door the doctor handed him the note and wished him the best of luck. Feeling ill now, Ichigo said nothing but headed out the door and down the street. He took a slight detour from his pretty straight route home so that he could stop at a small store where he could pick up supplies. He was old enough not to make a big fuss out of this. Wearing them wouldn't emasculate him any. Right? His confidence begin to wane as he moved almost mechanically to the incontinence aisle. Luckily there were few people in the store to see him. Once he was in front of the numerous packs of adult diapers he couldn't help but to keep looking over his shoulders to make sure no one was looking. His nerves felt like they were standing on end. All I have to do is choose one and get the hell out of here. It's not that hard. The chocolate brown eyes scanned over them and he grabbed the first one he saw that he thought would fit. Quickly he plucked it from the shelf before rushing to the check-out line. No one was there either. Once he placed them on the counter he made sure to keep his eyes down and to not make any eye contact with the cashier.

Which was unfortunate. The cashier that morning was a perky old lady with white tufts of hair and a more than cheery disposition. "Well good morning young man! What's with the long face? It's too bright a morning to be down in the dumps."

Ichigo cringed when she said dumps. It made him realize that he kind of had to pee and the urge was growing stronger. "I'm not down." He replied, looking up and forcing a cheesy smile on his face. "I'm just here to pick up some supplies for my grandmother. She's rather sickly and asked me to do it for her." The lie seemed plausible but it was also one that almost any person could see right through.

"That'll be eighteen dollars and sixty-seven cents please. Well I hope she'll feel better soon. The elderly don't heal as quickly due to their old age and many years of living." The women smiled at Ichigo.

Ichigo's eyes flew open at the price. "Are you sure that's how much it is? It seems so... expensive." Ichigo handed her a twenty and all but ignored her comment about the elderly. Quite frankly he didn't care.

She took it and opened the machine. "Sadly yes. Is this your first time buying this for your grandmother, dear?"

"Yeah. Usually my dad is the one who does it. He runs a clinic so he knows better what's good and what's bad." Ichigo began to get antsy and was rocking back and forth on his feet. He really just wanted to get the hell out of there and never turn back. And the urge to pee was growing stronger. If he didn't get going soon he had a feeling he wasn't going to make it home.

"Well, let her know that a nosy cashier told her to feel better soon. Here's your change and come back soon!"

Ichigo hurriedly took the bag, and change, that was handed to him. He thanked her before dashing out the door, feeling his face light up. I'm never doing that again. Ever. He proclaimed to himself, shaking his head. He ran a good ninety percent of the way home before he finally slowed down to let his breath catch up to him slightly. He slowly trudged the last twenty feet back to his house, thinking the entire time, just a little further. Let me hold it just a little longer. Please God give me just this one thing. Just as he reached out to open the door his bladder gave out, soaking his clothes. Urine dripped slowly down his leg before pooling by his feet. Ichigo gave an aggravated cry, wishing he'd left even a minute earlier so he could've made it home on time. The doctor told me that it would be likely I'd have daytime accidents soon but this soon? This is just ridiculous. Angry now, and wishing he could just crawl in a hole and die, Ichigo pushed open the door and dragged himself through the threshold. Quickly he kicked off his shoes before hurrying up the stairs, not bothering to call out that he was home. Just as he reached the top of his stairs his dad came out of his room, a goofy grin on his face. When he noticed Ichigo though his smile faded.

"What's the matter son? You look upset." Ichigo didn't reply but tried to push around his father instead. But his father was quick and caught him by the shoulder. He was about to ask what was wrong again but a scent caught his attention. Taking an inconspicuous sniff he tried to figure out what it was. It took him one more sniff before realizing what it was. He let out a soft, "Oh." after glancing down at the front of Ichigo's pants which had turned a dark brown. Looking up again he said calmly, "It's okay Ichigo. Don't worry about it."

"Like hell I won't worry about it." Ichigo retorted, struggling to get away. It came out sharper than he had intended and he almost felt bad. But it didn't seem to have any effect on his dad, this of which he was thankful for.

Instead Isshin just let out a small sigh. One that almost sounded apologetic. "If you need anything let me know. I'll be down the hallway." Isshin gripped Ichigo's shoulder in a fatherly way before disappearing down the hallway. More than humiliated now Ichigo moved over to his bedroom where he immediately stripped down.

Everything was sopping wet. The front of his pants had a large, dark, circle at the crotch and had strips of dark trailing all the way down to his ankles. His boxers were wet front and back. Sighing and taking a deep breath, Ichigo discarded both of them, throwing them halfheartedly into the laundry basket on the opposite side of his room. I should take a shower before changing into anything else. He decided, finally coming to terms with his predicament. Slowly he opened his door and peaked his head around it. There was no one in sight so he slipped out the door and quickly tip-toed down the hall into the bathroom. After filling the tub he slipped in and let himself soak. It wasn't relaxing though because all he could think about was the visit to the doctors office, the store, the diapers, and what he was going to do during school. There was no way he could tell any of his friends about it. That was just impossible. I should probably tell Ishida at least... I mean... He is my boyfriend right? Ichigo sighed and then he had to laugh himself. He'd been so worried about the diapers emasculating him that he'd completely forgotten he was gay. Nothing could emasculate him more than that. For some reason the thought soothed him a little, even though he hated admitting he was gay and admitting that he had a slightly feminine side.

The water started to turn chilly and Ichigo's skin had begun to prune before he pulled himself out of the tub. Shivering, he quickly wrapped a towel around his waist and disappeared around the door and down the hall before anyone could notice. He was still shivering inside his room but he knew he had to get dressed. It would be horrible if his bladder gave out while in his room. Slowly he turned to stare at the bag that was still on his bed. The tiny thing looked so threatening just sitting there. It was so terrifying. Cautiously he reached out and took it in his hands like it was a time bomb that would go off if he didn't handle it right. Then he pealed away the bag, leaving only the bag the diapers were in and the diapers himself. Glancing more carefully at the bag now, Ichigo noticed something. The ones he'd grabbed weren't the simple pull on kind. They weren't the protective underwear. They were diapers with actual straps and everything. Shit. He thought, sighing. This is going to be a whole lot of fun. Finding the dotted line Ichigo pulled the plastic apart to reveal the white plastic inside. He grabbed one before casting the rest of them aside. Unfurling it he placed it down on his bed before letting the towel that was still around his waist drop to the floor. He then proceeded to sit down, listening to the heavy crinkling of the plastic. Once he'd found himself in the right position he pulled the front up but couldn't find the tapes. He realized after a minute it was backwards so he stood slightly and shifted the thing until it was the right way. After fumbling around with the tapes for a few minutes he finally got them right and pulled them across his belly, fastening it. Upon standing though the diaper became loose and sagged. So Ichigo unfastened them, one side then the other, and attempted to make it tighter. That didn't work either. It was either too tight or too loose. After nearly ten minutes of struggling Ichigo gave up and waddled -yes waddled- to his door and called quietly, "Dad, come here. I don't like asking you for help but this damn thing is a royal pain in the ass." His dad just couldn't mind his own damn business. He waddled backwards just in time for his door burst open almost immediately.

"What's it that you need help with, son?" Isshin asked, as though he didn't already know.

Ichigo glared at him and said nothing, feeling awkward being half naked and in a diaper in front of his father. Isshin was only making things worse.

Isshin understood the glare and settled down, composing his face in a millisecond. "Just lay down on the bed. You're going to be extremely uncomfortable-"

"More so than I am now?" Ichigo bit out.

"Yes. But you're going to have to deal with it for now. You're strong Ichigo and this is just a little road bump on your road to becoming a great man. Everyone has their time in life when something blocks their way."

Ichigo growled. "Not now dad. Just get this over with."

Isshin shut his mouth and gestured for Ichigo to lay back down on his bed. When he lay flat, Ichigo felt a slight tug at his waist and heard the tapes being ripped away. Then the diaper was being readjusted over him before it was brought up around his waist again and was fastened almost as tight as he'd had it when he'd been standing.

"Dad, that's too tight." He grouched, trying to sit up.

"It's fine. It'll be looser when you stand."

"Yeah right."

"Ichigo, I've been changing diapers for more years than you've been alive. I should know how to do them properly by now. In fact this is kind of nostalgic for me. I still remember changing you when you were still in diapers. You were much cuter then and a lot less fussy." Isshin slid his fingers into the leg holes and ran them around Ichigo's outer and inner thighs, making sure it wasn't clumped before standing and holding his hand out to his son. He hadn't realized it but Ichigo had turned bright pink when he'd suddenly stuck his fingers inside of it. "Sorry." He muttered, smiling gently. It had been awhile since Ichigo had seemed so fragile and he'd nearly forgotten that his son was still a kid, deep down inside. No matter how many bad things he'd fought and no matter how many he'd fight later on.

Taking his dad's hand, Ichigo forced himself into a sitting position before he murmured almost soundlessly, "Thanks."

"Lunch is ready downstairs when you're ready to eat." Isshin turned to leave but was stopped by Ichigo's sudden plea.

"Dad, don't tell Karin or Yuzu about this. I don't want to worry them or anything. If they ask tell them I'm completely fine."

"You shouldn't lie to your siblings, Ichigo. They're family."

"Please dad. Just this once lie to them for me."

Sighing out of slight exhaustion from that days events Isshin replied firmly, "Just this once. See you downstairs." That was all he said before slipping through the door, closing it silently behind him. Now Ichigo was alone with his thoughts once again. It had been more pleasant with his dad there to distract him.

Standing he half-walked, half-waddled, over to his closet where he reached in and pulled out a pair of pajama pants. In an instant he had slipped them on before he had fallen face first into his pillows. The diapers crinkle reached his ears and all he wanted to do was cry. He was already dressed liked a baby, he thought, so what difference would a few tears make. After crawling under his covers that's exactly what he did do. He began crying and cried until he slipped off into an unrestful sleep.

Ichigo didn't wake up again until after dark. Glancing at his clock he rubbed his eyes and groaned. It was after ten already. Groggily he pulled his legs from under the cover and stood up, dragging his feet towards the door. Still half asleep he didn't realize that his diaper was wet. And he didn't realize it until he reached the bathroom where he went to take off his sleep pants and imaginary boxers and let loose a stream of urine. Not hearing the sound of urine hitting the toilet water Ichigo shook himself more awake and groaned again, louder this time, when he realized that he was going in the diaper. By now it was too late to stop himself from going where he was standing, though, so he let himself finish before slumping against his sink, letting his forehead crash against the mirror. I can't believe I went while I was awake. Or half awake at least. God dammit, what's happening to me? He kneaded the sink with his knuckles as he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, hoping to steady himself. It only made him want to cry again though. He felt so out of character. He hadn't cried since he was nine and he hadn't wet the bed since he was... He didn't even remember the last time he'd wet the bed. (Not counting all the times over the last couple of weeks.) As Ichigo tried to calm himself there came a soft knock at the door that startled him. "What?" He snapped, trying to cover the shakiness of his voice with a low growl. (Which failed because even the growl sounded shaky.)

"Are you hungry? I can make you something." His dad's calm, quiet, voice floated through the door and in an instant Ichigo calmed down, letting his lungs take in as much air as they could before releasing again. He almost didn't notice he was hyperventilating. "Or there's leftovers if you want it."

"No thanks. Not hungry." Ichigo replied in a much calmer voice. "I'll just eat a big breakfast tomorrow morning."

"About that," his dad paused mid-thought, "if you don't want to go tomorrow, to give yourself a few days to get used to things, I'll let you stay home."

The suggestion was tempting. Very very tempting. But if Ichigo didn't show up to school for no apparent good reason his friends would wonder and would then stop by and then he'd have to explain everything because the three people he just couldn't lie to were his closest friends. "No. I've gotta go. I have a test tomorrow I think."

"Alright. Can I come in though? You've been in there awhile."

"Sure." Ichigo didn't bother to pull up his pajama bottoms. It wasn't anything his father hadn't seen before anyways. The door clicked and his father stepped into the room, dressed still in his lab coat and work clothes. "Late night tonight?" He asked, worrying that he was keeping his dad from work.

"Yeah. There were just a few stray patients that needed some attending to. So what were you doing in here?" Isshin asked, frowning slightly.

Ichigo shrugged and reached down to grab his pants finally. "Nothing."

Isshin raised an eyebrow but said nothing about it. "Come here real quick. I just want to check." He reached out and once again stuck a finger inside the leg hole and pressed down slightly. It's wet. More wet than usual. He's not getting worse is he? He glanced at Ichigo with an odd look on his face. A searching look.

Ichigo pulled away at this. "What do you think you're doing?" He hissed, stepping back. That had been unexpected and Ichigo didn't like it at all. There were many things he could handle like fighting things a thousand times his size but he couldn't handle people touching him unexpectedly. It just didn't work that way.



"To see if you're wet of course. Didn't the doctor tell you you shouldn't stay wet for very long or you'll get a rash?"

"Yeah but can't you ask me rather than sticking fingers in places they don't belong?" He hissed, bringing his legs together out of reflex. A second later he regretted it as he heard the squish of the wet plastic and as he felt the small drops of urine slide down his leg.

Isshin held his hands up defensively. "Sorry son. It gets to be habit. Children when they're young can't tell you they're wet so you have to check yourself. Not that I'm implying your childish it's just that age old habits die hard. I'll remember to just ask next time."

Still glaring slightly Ichigo nodded.

"Anyway, it's time for us to go to sleep. I know you've slept a lot today but I want you to be awake for classes tomorrow since you're going. Can you change yourself or would you prefer I do it?"

Saying nothing Ichigo strutted to his room, followed closely by his father (who had grabbed a small thing of wet wipes) who watched as he went to his closet and picked something up, throwing it at him. Fumbling with the package, he barely managed to catch it. It was the bag of diapers. His son had already laid himself down on his bed with his forearm covering his face. It's a good thing he's strong willed or he'd never be able to endure this. My son is strong. And he'll continue to grow stronger. That is if this event doesn't break him first. Kneeling in front of the bed Isshin reached up to the tapes and asked before yanking them apart, "Are you sure, Ichigo? I'm going to have to clean you up first before I can put a new one on." When there was no reply after a minute of waiting Isshin continued, yanking the tapes apart and pulling the front down. His nose was assaulted by the smell of pee and he gagged slightly. It had been a long while since he'd changed diapers and baby pee just didn't seem to smell as bad. But he trudged forward. He reached down next to him and pulled out a wet wipe from the pack he'd set next to him. As quickly as he could, but without being rough, he cleaned up his son's private area. Then he reached out and grabbed a fresh one from the pack and unfurled it. "Push up a little so I can pull it out." Ichigo complied, his arm still covering his face. Isshin quickly pulled it out and then replaced it with the fresh one. "You can lay again." The boy slumped into the bed. As quickly as he could, again, Isshin pulled the front up around his waist and then fastened it, just a bit tighter than the other. He'd noticed it had sagged quite a bit after it had been used. Rolling the used one up Isshin stood and stared down at his son, sympathy, and compassion, in his eyes. "See you in the morning. I'll make sure Yuzu cooks a nice big breakfast for you. You'll need it." Turning he walked out of the room, throwing the other diaper in the trash as he did so.

After he was sure his father had gone, Ichigo pulled his covers over him and closed his eyes. There was no point fussing over what had happened to him and it wasn't going to make it go away, either. He'd just continue living the way he always had. The only difference would be that his undergarments would be a bit different. That was it.

Convincing himself of this, Ichigo fell into a much deeper, much more dreamless, sleep.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010


Hi everyone, I'm Stacie and I'm here to share my fanfiction with you! I hope you will enjoy reading what I write and if you don't you can just go away. I hate people who do nothing but insult others. It's rude, and demeaning, and just... RAWR. Anyway, happy reading!