Echizen woke up the next morning feel unrested, and restless. He'd had practically no sleep last night. Mainly because he was worried about what punishment was to be served. How far did Atobe really plan to take things? Knowing Atobe, it was way more over the top than needed.
Pounding on his door snapped him from his ponderings. "Ryoma! It's ten-o-clock! Get out of bed!" His father yelled.
"Na, uresai! Stupid oji-san." Echizen yawned, stretching. He kicked his legs off the side of the bed and stood, his bones cracking loudly in response. Sluggishly, he made his way downstairs.
His dad and cousin were in the kitchen, his dad at the table reading, Nanako at the stove making breakfast. "Oyaho." She said cheerfully, smiling at him.
"Oyaho." He replied, tonelessly, sitting opposite his dad at the table. "Oji-san. I'm going to a friends house for a couple of days. I should be back by Monday evening."
"When are you going over?" His father asked, not looking up from his paper.
"Noon."
"Who's house are you going to?"
"Atobe's."
His father glanced briefly over his paper. "Why are you going there?"
"Debt."
"Debt?" His look was incredulous. "What debt?"
"Just a debt." Ryoma swallowed the last bit of his breakfast and stood up. "I'll see you all on Monday." He placed his dishes in the sink, and walked back to his room. His clock ready eleven-o-clock. He still had an hour before he had to arrive. He laid down in his bed again, and set his alarm for eleven-twenty. It wouldn't take that long to pack and walk to Atobe's. Although still sleepy, Ryoma tossed and turned, and finally just sat up, and stared blankly at the wall.
Finally bored, he stood up, and began to throw his stuff together. In the end, he probably packed a lot more than he needed, but he didn't care. It gave him more time to walk to Atobe's. Downstairs, he threw on his shoes, called, "I'm leaving!" To his dad and cousin, before leaving the house.
He walked as slowly as he could, but in the end, he was still five minutes early. He rang the doorbell. While waiting for one of Atobe's many servants to open the door, Ryoma surveyed the area around him. It was very pretty, a lot of green. In the almost overly vast yard, were many statues, of varied assortments. Soon, an elderly looking man came to the front door. "You must be Echizen-sama?"
Silently, he nodded.
"Welcome. Please come inside. Ellie here will show you to your room." He gestured to a much younger looking maid. He stepped into the house, and followed after the young blond. They zigzagged throughout many halls before they finally stopped in front of a large oak door.
"Here you are young sir!" She said in English. An American. I wondered why she was so blond. "Master Keigo should arrive soon. Please wait outside the door." Again he nodded. Smiling, the girl walked away leaving Echizen to himself. Being the first time in the house, he found himself staring. It was really quite beautiful. Many windows. It was very... Open.
"Ah! Ryoma! Welcome to my humble home." Came the familiar voice of his lover. Echizen turned to see a dripping wet Atobe. "Excuse my appearance. I was just out taking a swim." Echizen shivered. His body gleamed with the water that dripped from him. He was... Well... Sexy. "Just give me a minute to dry off and then I'll show you where you'll be staying." He laughed. "Well, I'll show you around, I mean. You've obviously already been shown to your room."
His smile made Echizen just want to melt. "Sure." He replied, not sure what else to say. One of Atobe's many maids appeared behind him, carrying a towel. He took it and dried himself off, and Echizen couldn't help but watch. It made him want him. So bad it almost hurt.
He handed the towel back when he was finished, and smiled. "So, would you like to see the rest of the house now before I show you your room?" Echizen nodded, numbly. "Oh," he looked over his should before bending to Echizen's level, "I forgot this." He pecked him on the lips quickly. Smiling, he turned and began walking the other way. Not sure what else to do, Echizen followed.
The first place they stopped was an elegant room covered in paintings, and shelves covered in books, books and more books. "This here," Atobe gestured to the room, "is the library. It has a great deal of many interesting books, and at least one book in every language known to man." Impressive. Echizen thought. Next came a smaller room, that was extremely clean. The floor was covered in a light blue carpet, and the room itself smelled of violets. "My room," He explained. Echizen's eyes lingered longer on this room than the library. He made sure to remember the way to the room.
The next few rooms were very ordinary. The bathroom, the kitchen, his mom and dad's room. (He was shown this for whatever reason) Atobe showed Echizen the way to the pool, and the way to the sun house. Oh, and of course their green house. "It's a nice house." He muttered to Atobe, letting his eyes wander.
"Well thank you. Now, the last room I have to show you is the one that you'll be staying in for the duration of your visit." Atobe again turned and walked the other way. Silently, Echizen followed. They returned only seconds later to the large oak doors. Atobe grabbed the door handles and swung them open. "And this," he smiled, "is your room." Echizen's jaw dropped. The room was as big, if not bigger, than four of his rooms back home put together. The carpet that covered the vast floor was a bright, almost neon, green. It felt soft beneath his feet. The wallpaper that plastered the walls were covered in bears. Little baby bears. But, that's not what surprised Echizen. It was the contents of the room. Against one wall was a huge playpen. Inside it was covered with toys, neatly placed in boxes. Next to it, was a changing table, with drawers and other stuff. They of course were closed. I can bet what's inside them, Echizen thought, embarrassed. Then, a little further over, was an adults sized crib. Yes. Crib. It was made of a dark wood, and had the traditional theme. It had a side that you pulled up so the children couldn't climb out. The mattress was covered in plain white sheets. "When you meant baby...?" Echizen muttered questioningly. "You meant it literally?"
Atobe gave him a confused look. "Of course. Why wouldn't I?" Echizen shook his head in disbelief.
"Then..." He gestured awkwardly at the table. "I suppose that I have to..." He choked... "Wear..." Again he gave a weird gesture at the table, his face pinker than a sunburn. "Diapers...?" He flushed even more pink. He couldn't believe he'd actually said that. Maybe he should back out now? I mean, the worse that could happen would that Atobe would break up with Echizen. He shuddered at the thought.
Atobe nodded. "Of course. Strollers, onesees, breast feeding... The whole shebang." He ticked them off on his fingers. With each one, Echizen moved his mouth to protest but found no sound coming out. "Of course, as soon as Ellie comes back, we'll begin. Until then, feel free to roam. Don't go too far, though." He winked and walked away.
His body twitched. Life as he knew it flashed before his eyes. Having to live like this for three days was seriously going to kill him. Finally, after staring blankly into space, he decided he should see exactly what things were like. He walked over to the table and pulled open one of the drawers. Inside was some baby lotion, baby powder, wet wipes and a few other powders he hadn't heard of. Shuddering, he closed the drawer and pulled open the one next to it. In the next one were some nookies, and bibs of some sort. He touched them gently, wondering what he was going to do. What if people asked what happened to him during the weekend?
Next, he pulled open the cupboard below it, to find nothing inside. Is that what he meant when he said 'As soon as Ellie gets back, we'll begin'? Closing them he turned and let out a slow sigh. Things would be interesting these next three days. Suddenly very tired, Echizen decided to lay down, and stretch out on the carpet. He stared blankly at the ceiling and before he knew it he was sound asleep. He didn't wake up until he heard the sound of a door opening. Quickly he sat up. Ellie, the maid he'd seen earlier, walked in the door, carrying a paper bag. Atobe followed after her, grinning.
"Shall we begin?" He asked.
"H-hah." Echizen blinked. "She's not... Is she?" He asked stupidly.
"Of course not! You're my child. Not hers." He turned to her. "That'll be all for now." Bowing, she walked out the door. Echizen had already stood by the time he'd turned back. "Now. Let's get you dressed shall we?" His grin grew wider, and more evil with every step he took towards Echizen. And little did Echizen know, camera's were hidden throughout the room, to capture every moment he spent in there. They were all over the house. "From this moment on, you're completely helpless, you here? You can't do anything on your own. Eat, sleep, change yourself. To ensure this, I'm having a hypnotist come in after dinner." Echizen's eyes were saucers.
"What about like," Echizen stuttered, "us time?" Atobe shrugged.
"I'll figure something out. For now," Suddenly Echizen was in Atobe's arms, "we must prepare you for what's to come." Gently, but quickly he set Echizen on the changing table. He opened one of the two drawers and drew out a dark blue nookie. Almost to himself he muttered, "I wonder if this will clash with his eyes... Maybe I should just use white. I think I will." He put the other one back and drew out another, pure white one. Swiftly he stuck it into Echizen's half open mouth before proceeding.
The rubbery taste of the nookie made Echizen gag. It had been what? Nine years since he'd used one of the damn things and it was suddenly being forced on him again? When he suddenly felt a breeze beneath the belt he looked down to see that Atobe had already successfully stripped him of his pants. Atobe placed his hand against Echizen's stomach, and started inching it up his body. "Wow. You really are beautiful. But for such a power house," He leaned in and kissed his belly button, "you've got very little muscle." Echizen squirmed. It was uncomfortable doing things this way. Slowly Atobe straightened up again, leaving Echizen wanting more. He opened the paper bag and pulled out a semi-large package of what Echizen presumed he'd be wearing for three days. "But, I shouldn't get my own child so aroused, should I?" The way he said it made Echizen want to spit the damn nookie out and kiss him like a man kisses his wife after a war. Just barely Atobe touched the top of Echizen's cocks, sending shivers through his entire body. "It's standing at attention, too. Damn. Too bad for me." He ripped open the package Ellie had handed him, and removed a single white piece of cloth. It looked thick. And noisy.
He unfolded it and demanded, "Lift your butt up." He complied. Briskly, Atobe slid it under him, and then pushed him back onto the table. He opened the other drawer and took out the baby powder and cream. First, he opened the bottle of cream, and put some on his fingers. He then gently, softly applied it to the inner thighs. The touch made Echizen shiver. Next, Atobe poured some of the baby powder into the diaper, pressing some of it against Echizen.
He really wanted to ask, "Is this necessary?" But stopped himself. He'd probably get spanked or something like that for talking. Like a professional, Atobe taped it up, and then pulled Echizen into a sitting position. Echizen felt like screaming. His legs wouldn't close, and he felt so exposed. But his boyfriend paid him no mind. Instead, he tore off Echizen's shirt so he now sat mostly naked. And before Echizen could blink, a black and gold onesee was being pulled over his head, and snapped at the crotch. Carefully, Atobe stepped back to examine his work.
"Wonderful. You look just wonderful Ryoma-chan." He cooed. Echizen's brow twitched. "Come on now. Time for dinner." In one dramatic swoop, Atobe picked Echizen up and balanced him on his hip. Echizen's hardened cock pressed into him. He felt very... Weird like this. The diaper pressed everything closer to his body, and made him keep his legs apart. It kept rubbing against the inside of his thighs. "Sate, let's head to dinner." He walked to the doors, and stepped out.
On the way to the dining room he explained, "Tonight I'll be feeding you. I don't want you to be totally aware of what you're doing when you breastfeed." Totally aware? "And here we are." He stepped inside a well lit room, where his mom and dad were already waiting. And, big surprise, a high chair stood waiting beside Atobe's chair.
"Keigo, dear. Who is that?" His mom asked, eying Echizen with suspicion.
"A... Friends son." He answered.
"How old is this friend of yours?" His dad asked, setting down the paper he was reading.
Atobe shrugged. "Mid-forties. Something like that."
"And how old is he?"
"He's turning thirteen soon."
"Thirteen?!" His mother exclaimed. "Isn't he a bit old to be wearing diapers?"
Slowly, Atobe shook his head. "Of course he is mother. But this is punishment. His father didn't explain in detail, just that he'd been bad, and that I'd be the best person to carry his punishment out." You liar.
"But, to what extent?" His dad asked.
"The furthest." Atobe slid Echizen into the highchair and strapped him in.
"Well, I mean, I guess if this is punishment I don't mind but... How long will he be in this state?" Atobe's mom was still staring intently at Echizen. "Personally I think this is kind of ridiculous."
"Only for a few days. He's going home Monday." Atobe said, before slipping into the kitchen. After he disappeared, his dad picked up his paper again, and his mom went back to staring into space. In the kitchen, Atobe asked one of the cooks, "Which one is our special guests dinner?"
"Right here." Atobe was handed a small bowl, filled with pureed vegetables.
"Can I borrow a knife?" Surprised, the chef handed him a small butchers knife. Atobe reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a small blue capsule. "A little something to help him diaper train." He smiled, and began to skillfully chop the pill into tiny, powdered pieces. When he finished, he pushed it into his boyfriends food, and mixed it in well. "Thank you." He handed the knife back and went to join his family at the table.
When he saw his dinner that night, Echizen grimanced. It didn't look very good. It was like, dark brown, and yellow, and... Well, it looked disgusting. Chef set down Atobe's, and Echizen's food in front of Atobe. Echizen decided to look up at Atobe, his golden eyes in a hard glare. This was getting too far. He was going to be thirteen soon and needed more than baby food to sustain him. Again Atobe just shrugged him off, removing the nookie from his mouth.
"Keigo-sama! Wouldn't you rather I feed him so you can eat?" Ellie appeared behind him.
"No no, Ellie. I'll feed him. I can eat when I'm finished."
"But sir-"
"I said no Ellie. I can feed him myself."
"Y-yes sir." She bowed and stepped away. Atobe picked up the spoon sitting next to the bowl, and dipped it in.
When he brought it up again, food dripped off the edges. "Open up." Echizen pursed his lips. Atobe's parents watched, amazed. How much more childlike could he get? "Come on. You have to eat." Echizen continued to glare. He refused to eat anything besides adult food. And he certainly wasn't going to be fed. He crossed his arms defiantly.
Suddenly, Atobe was gripping him under the chin, and forcing his mouth open. The spoon was shoved inside his mouth, and he was forced to swallow. Surprisingly, it tasted better than he though it would. The next time he put a spoonful in front of his face, Echizen opened his mouth with no issues. By having it spooned to him, it took him nearly twenty minutes to eat, and, in the end, had created a huge mess. His face was covered in goop, as was the chair, and bib, and him himself.
After he had finished his own dinner, Atobe picked Echizen up and brought him back to his room. He set him down on the carpet, and went to grab a few wipes from the drawer. "You really are a messy eater, aren't you?"
"And whose fault is that?" Echizen muttered as Atobe wiped the mess from his face.
"Children don't speak, now do they?" Atobe threw the wet wipe into the trashcan.
"Well I do. Isn't this over doing things a bit? What did you say to Bucho about what you were doing to me?" Ryoma demanded of him. Atobe gave a nonchalant shrug.
"Just that you were letting your childish side come out for a few days."
"You're a fucking liar, and a bad one at that. Bucho never blushes at something as simple as that. Or shows any emotion for that matter." Atobe backhanded him across the face. Shocked, Echizen's eyes widened.
"Never, never, say that again, you hear me?" Soundlessly Echizen nodded. He touched the spot on his face where Atobe had hit him. It stung, and was already starting to swell. That was the first time anyone had ever hit him with their hand. Sure he'd been hit in the eye with a tennis racket, and had bleed from different parts of his body, but this was the first time it actually hurt.
Breathing rapidly, Atobe turned and said with anger in his voice, "Come on. The hypnotist is here."
"H-hai." Echizen stood, and wobbled after Atobe.
Inside Atobe's head, he screamed mentally at Echizen and himself. I can't believe he would actually say that. Sure Tezuka's an arch enemy, but he's also an ex-lover. In the days I dated him I saw him laugh, cry, dance and get angry. Ryoma had no right saying that. But, I had no right to hit him either. After this is done and over with, I'll find a way to repay him.
They reached a small room that looked like a study. Inside waited an older man in maybe his sixties.. Atobe cleared his throat. "Grandfather?" The man turned around. When he saw Echizen, he showed a gummy smile.
"Is this him here, Keigo?" Atobe nodded. "Where'd you pick this one up? He's much smaller than the other one too. Same serious eyes though. Would you tell him to stop glowering at me?" Atobe gave Echizen a hard look. But it wasn't Keigo's grandfather he was glowering at. It was Atobe himself.
"Well come here boy, and sit on this here chair. I'm gonna do some hypnotism on you. You know what that is?" Echizen nodded, his gaze still on Atobe. He was trying to burn a hole right through Atobe's body. He waddled to the chair that his grandfather had pointed out, and sat. "Now, come here and whisper in my ear what you want me to do exactly." He waved Atobe over to him.
He sauntered over and cupped his hand around the older mans ear. "I want you to make him like he was three again. No. Even better. Make him like, nine months. At the snap of my fingers, and mine only can he go between thirteen, and nine months. Can you do that?" His grandfather nodded, grinning.
"Alright Echizen-kun, I need you to follow this golden watch, with only your eyes okay?" He pulled a golden watch from his pocket. It hung from a chain. Again Echizen nodded, averting his eyes finally to the watch. "Now. You are slowly getting very sleepy. You eyes are going to close in ten... Nine... Eight... Seve-" Echizen drifted into a hazy sleep. In the back of his mind, he could still hear, "Now, when I- Atobe- snap my -his- fingers, you will be nine months again. You will do as you're told. You will have no skills of your own. You are his. When he snaps his fingers again, you be thirteen again. Every time he snaps his fingers, you will switch to the other age. Now, awaken!" Atobe snapped his fingers, and immediately, Echizen's eyes fluttered open.
His brain was still that of a thirteen year old, but his body refused to do as he told it. It was only a half hypnosis. His will power was too great to go completely under. Or so he thought. Soon, his brain turned to mush. He understood nothing. Tears welled up in his eyes and like a real baby, he began to wail. Ultimately surprised, Atobe picked him up and began to bounce him, trying to quiet him. Maybe nine months was a bit young. "Thanks Grandfather. I can handle things now. I think." Nervously, Atobe walked away with Echizen clinging to him. On the way back to the room, Atobe spelled something rather putrid. Fairly sure of what it was, he shifted Echizen's wait in his arms, and unsnapped the onesee. The smell intensified. Yup. Damn that laxative took effect fast. I'll just change him I guess and put him to bed. It's only like, eight-o-clock though. Ergh! That crying is annoying. Atobe pulled out the white nookie, and shoved it into Echizen's mouth, quieting him. He still whimpered, although not quite as loudly. Inside his room, Atobe quickly changed him, and then tucked him into the covers.
He snapped his fingers, and Echizen's brain became unfuzzy again. "I hate you." He spat.
"Well that's not very nice." Atobe did a quick chicken peck on the lips before closing the side of the crib. "Sleep well my child." He snapped his fingers again, and Echizen was out like a light.
Little to either ones knowledge, camera's were planted throughout the entire room, recording each and everyone of their moments. They'd find out soon enough. Since everything, and everywhere, was bugged.
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The only light that lit the room, was that of the moon. Tezuka's pale skin turned vampire white as he threw his head back in sheer pleasure. "K-Keigo!"
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Okay, so sorry for the long update. Hope you liked it. Sorry it's kind of short, rushed, and uber embarrassing. I hate the way I wrote this chapter. Everything seems to repeat too much. Anyway, review.
