Incontinence
"So, Kurosaki-kun, tell me what's ailing you?" The doctor had a fake smile plastered on his face like an idiot. It was so annoying. That smile made Ichigo want to just punch him in the face; just like he wanted to do to his father right now. Everything felt sort of surreal right now. It didn't feel like he was actually alive. It felt as though he were looking out someone else's eyes at their lives. When he hadn't responded the doctor said, fake concern in his voice, "Kurosaki-kun, are you alright?"
Obviously I'm not alright if I'm here. "I'm fine doctor. I just started spacing." Ichigo forced a half assed grin on to his lips. "What is it that you asked?"
The doctor leaned back into his chair and asked once more, "What's ailing you? There is a reason you came in to see me today, right? It's very unusual seeing as your father himself is a certified doctor. In fact the last time I saw you was when you came in about your wetting problem."
Ichigo grimaced, making sure to keep it as inconspicuous as possible. Just hearing it said made him want to stab himself through the heart with his own sword. "Yes sir. Which is what I've come to see you about today well."
"Oh?" The doctor cocked an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. He made a temple with his fingers and crossed his legs before speaking again. "Has it worsened?"
Ichigo squirmed in his spot, trying his hardest to ignore the crinkling of the plastic. This entire thing was making him unusually uncomfortable. "Not exactly."
"Then what might the issue be exactly? Most people only come in when it's not getting better."
"It went away completely."
"Then there is no issue." The doctor began to stand up to show Ichigo out the door but was stopped when Ichigo motioned for him to sit down again.
"Don't try showing a patient out the door when they haven't finished speaking yet." Ichigo snarled, gritting his teeth in anger. "It went away completely.... For awhile. But it's suddenly back and I have a feeling it's worse than it was before."
Startled at the sudden anger the doctor placed himself back in his chair, gripping the arm rests rather tightly. "Forgive me. I won't do such a rude thing again. Now please explain your situation in full detail. I'll see if I can determine the cause."
Taking a deep, huffy, breath Ichigo began to speak. In great length he explained all that had been going on since that day almost two months ago. The whole of it took nearly twenty minutes and it irritated Ichigo that the doctor did nothing but nod as he spoke. There was no insight or advice, or any acknowledgment he was speaking. When at last he finished, he took a deep breath and then leaned back in the chair, crossing his feet at the ankles. "That's about it, doctor."
The doctor nodded for a minute, silently absorbing all the information he'd heard. There was a possible cause that was, unfortunately, unheard of. Until now maybe.... He thought, sighing. As a doctor he hated giving a wrong diagnosis but it was the only possible one he could think of. "Kurosaki-san, I believe I have an idea about why this is happening again. It's a bit fantastical but please hear me out before you say anything." He waited for a nod of consent before continuing. "I believe that this... Illness.... Is caused by the influence of your relationship with this Ishida-san. When you fight over him, or about him, or even with him, this causes some sort of reaction in your body and instead of bottling the hurt up inside, it releases in a different form. In your case it releases in the form on uncontrollable bowel movements and bladder releases. When it perks up again your body doesn't feel the need to defend, itself, though I hate to use such a strong word. When you become like this, it's as though your body is seeking affection from whomever caused it. Though I don't believe this is what caused it initially. That, I'm afraid, is still completely unknown. And for all we know, it will stay that way. Anyway, that is what the problem is, as far as I can tell. This will continue until your life stabilizes, or through other means."
Ichigo's jaw was set in a hard line and his eyes were knitted together. It was a furious look; a look that had no words to describe it. He'd gone completely rigid in his chair as well, and his arms, at some point, had come to cross over his chest. There was no way he was going to believe that this was all happening just because of his currently unstable life. Especially because if this was going to happen it should have happened long ago was he was trying to save his town and all the people he loved from sure destruction. This whole idea was ridiculous and he was going to let it be known. "You're completely quack doctor if you truly think that. There's nothing even remotely scientific about your analysis and conclusion." Uncrossing both feet and arms Ichigo stood, still glowering. "It would have been better for you to just lie and tell me I had some incurable disease. Even that would have been more believable. Thank you for your time today, though it has been wasted."
"If you don't believe me, smooth things over with your father. And tell your boyfriend to stop by. I need to speak in person with him."
"Why? So you can try and make him believe your fantastical ideas?" Ichigo snorted before turning to strut out of the room. "Good luck with that."
"Kurosaki-san, I will inform your dad of this if you don't. I will have him get in contact with Ishida-san and I have a pretty good gut feeling you want the two of them to interact as little as possible." He threatened, finally standing, a firm look on his face.
Without turning Ichigo growled, "Do what you want, quack doc. I'll inform them." Exiting the room, Ichigo slammed the door behind him, leaving a bad taste of tension in the room.
Suddenly exhausted the doctor slumped onto the examining table and closed his eyes. When a nurse came in and told him he had another patient waiting he told her to get another doctor and that he was going to need fifteen minutes of alone time. Looking at him with concern, the nurse nodded and left, closing the door silently behind her. Why are teenagers so hard to deal with?
Back out in the waiting room, Isshin sat waiting, reading the daily newspaper and tapping his foot to a silent beat. He barely glanced up when he heard familiar steps approach him. "So?"
"So what?"
"Don't give me lip, Ichigo. How did the examination go?" Isshin placed the paper on the chair next to him and stood, straightening out his striped shirt as he did so.
Shoving his hands in his pockets Ichigo replied, "Waste of time is how it went. He told me what I already knew."
"Oh? And what might that be?"
"Nothing important."
"It's obviously important if you're refusing to tell me."
The tension grew between them until even other patrons looked up to see what the commotion was (however silent it was). When lightening started to crack between them Ichigo snapped. "You really wanna knew what the fuck is wrong with me?"
"There's no need for-"
"Shut up for once and opened your damn ears. I'm fucking seventeen years old and wearing diapers. Even though I'm old enough to make my own decisions, I'm still fighting over my sexuality with my dad. My life is spinning in a fast downward spiral and there ain't nothin' I can do about it. You refuse to accept me for who I am and that's apparently making my body unstable. All of this-" Ichigo gestured at himself "-is all because of you. This instability called my life is caused by all this unnecessary drama. You and Ishida need to settle things before I"m stuck like this... Permanently!" Ichigo turned around and stormed away, snarling all the way out the door.
A shocked Isshin stood where he was, his mouth agape and his body like stone. Even as the words drained into his system he couldn't understand. How could this condition be caused by instability? It didn't make sense. And how could it be his fault? He'd been doing all he could to help his kids. Not accepting every aspect of his children was acceptable in society. Right?
Slightly robot-like, Isshin moved out the door. In a trance he climbed into his car and started it, barely taking any note of what was going on around him on his familiar route home. Once they arrived back at the house he got out, went inside, kicked his shoes off, climbed the stairs and went immediately to his room where he then climbed back into bed and covered himself all the way. Closing his eyes he hoped like mad to let sleep wipe away his fuzzy confusion.
Ichigo followed after his dad, but in the less robotic state. When he entered the house he greeted his sisters with an icy tone before ascending the stairs to his own bedroom where he flopped on to the floor and curled into a ball. After a few seconds of blissful silence, his annoying mascot decided to make an appearance. "I---chi---go---!" The soft plush toy jumped him, attempting to kick his sorrowful master in the face. Instantly he was apprehended and thrown to the side. Kon was on his feet not even a second later, and angry and bewildered look on his face. "What is with your cold attitude towards the great Kon-sama?! I demand to know."
"I'm not in the mood Kon. Shove it." Ichigo growled bitterly.
"Ah. The bittersweetness of teenage angst." Kon sighed, crossing his paws over his tiny chest and shaking his head sadly. "What troubles you, young one, that you beat even the greatest of the great?"
Ichigo snarled through his teeth and snapped, more harshly this time, "Didn't you hear me the first time? I'm not in the mood so shove it! Leave me alone."
Kon opened one eye and stared at Ichigo's back, feeling defeated. If that's how it was going to be he was just going to leave. He couldn't deal with the heaviness in the air. "Fine, if that's how it's going to be, I'll take my leave. Pray that I come back!" With that he squeaked his way up to the window and threw it open before hopping out, landing so hard on the ground below it made him shiver up and down his body twice. Even I have to be considerate of him I suppose. He thought before running towards the sun.
000
"Ishida," Ichigo whispered, holding the cell phone close to his ear. "I need to talk to you." An alarm clock next to his bed read 2:30 AM but Ichigo was awake and couldn't sleep no matter how hard he tried.
On the other end of the line, Ishida yawned widely, rubbing his eyes before looking intently at the glowing numbers of his clock, hoping that he was just seeing things. "What is it Kurosaki? And why now?"
"I'm sorry for waking you but I really needed to hear your voice."
"Why? Is something wrong?" Ishida woke all the way in mere seconds after hearing the insecurity in his boyfriends voice. "Did something happen with your dad?"
"No. Not with him. But with myself. I went and saw the doctor today-"
"What? Why?"
"The problem has returned."
"What? There's no way!" Ishida denied, flinging his feet over the edge of his bed before standing, only to begin pacing. "It's been almost a month since anything happened!"
A shudder escaped his lips before the orange haired teenager replied, "The doctor believes he has the answer to why it's happening but I don't want to believe it because I'm afraid the solution will never happen. He wants to speak to you in person."
Ishida ran a fingers through his carefully parted hair, a frown on his face. Why would he want to see me? I shouldn't even be a part of this whole equation. "Why?"
"I don't know. Ishida, can I come see you? Please?" Ichigo pleaded, gripping the phone tighter to his ear, and lowering his voice lower than a whisper. "I really need to."
"But your curfew...?"
"I don't care. Please Ishida. I need this."
Reluctantly, and after a few minutes of deep thought the boy replied, "Sure. I'll see you in just a few minutes then. I'll be waiting." Then he added, just for good measure, "I love you."
"I love you too. I'll see you in a bit." With that the line clicked and died. Ichigo didn't let go right away at first. He just held it to his ear, missing the comforting, but stern, voice already. Finally he set it down on his desk, grabbed his badge and let himself out of his physical body, placing it in a convincing position of pouting on the floor before silently hopping out of his already opened window.
000
The room was dark but Ishida could see Ichigo's face clearly in front of his as he pulled him closer, bringing their half erections close together. He had his arms wrapped around the firm back and was cupping the perfectly toned ass in his hands. When Ichigo arrived it looked like he been crying almost and as an instinctual response, Ishida pulled him close, hugging him tightly. Then he took the boys hand and led him to the couch where first he sat down, and then pulled Ichigo on top of him, making him sit so that Ishida could look into the pools of dark chocolate.
Eyes laced with concern Ishida asked him lovingly, "What's the matter with you? You suddenly call me so late and now you're so silent and you refuse to look at me. You're also here in spirit form which is, quite frankly, discomforting."
Ichigo slumped into the boys shoulder, nuzzling his nose gently into the crook of his neck. "I already explained it over the phone."
"Yes but there must be some other reason you wanted to see me so desperately."
"Can't I come over just to see you-?"
Ishida sighed and placed his lips gently on Ichigo's jaw line, right below his ear, whispering softly, "Not in this kind of situation."
"Well..." Ichigo hesitated before continuing. "It's just that everything seems to be going wrong in my life right now. That is... Everything but things with you. My dad is a bastard and Renji is trying his best but getting no where, and this disease, or whatever the hell it is, isn't getting better per se, but it's also not exactly getting worse. Life is hell right now. And I'm also worried about what the hell the doctor has to say to you."
Ishida cocked an eyebrow. "Since when do you worry or think with a level head? What happened to just jumping head first into everything like a moron?"
"Well I see at least you haven't changed, though your personality might have taken a turn for the worse." Ichigo sighed and snuggled closer to him. "Anyway, that's my story and my reasons. If you don't like it's your own damn fault."
"Fine. That's settled then. What to do now?" Ishida said in a mockingly thoughtful voice. "Since you came over and we're all alone-" Ishida's hands moved from gripping the firm, diapered bottom, to the imaginary waistband of the shinigami uniform. His fingers began tugging at it but finding that there was nothing to grab hold of, his hands slowly came around front and then up his body to his shoulders. "-we can have a little fun." The fabric became looser and looser as Ishida pulled it down around his shoulders, letting the soft piece of cloth open to expose the extremely muscular chest. Now his hands descended back down the said body, returning to where the imaginary waistband was. Now he had something to grab hold of. Slowly his fingers made their way to the edge of the diaper where they rested, every once in a while, slipping inside, tracing the line between his butt cheeks. When Ichigo shuddered, Ishida couldn't help but smirk. This was going to be interesting. Finally, after teasing him for so long, Ishida dove all the way in, letting his hand slip over the smooth bottom (which was still powdered). Practiced fingers found the small entrance instantly, slipping inside the loose hole carefully so as not to hurt its owner.
"W-what do you think you're doing?" Ichigo asked, arching into Ishida slightly at the sudden contact. "You must be super horny or something 'cause this ain't like you."
Shaking his head Ishida replied, "I'm not horny. I'm comforting you, as one might say." After a minute he slipped another one in while at the same time turning their bodies so that they could lay on the couch. Ichigo landed with a soft oomph, and looking up at Ishida with a pair of suddenly stern, and more familiar, eyes. It felt like it had been forever since he'd seen any sort of sternness in the brown eyes and it had been discomforting in every sense. Using his free hand he pushed his glasses up and smiled a little wider. He now leaned over and pressed his lips against Ichigo's, relishing in the salty bitterness of the others. There was still a very very faint hint of whatever he'd last eaten and it was sweet. The two tastes combined, creating an unusual taste in his mouth but he didn't care.
Ichigo moaned quietly underneath him as his fingers pulled in and out of the slightly tight, slightly resistant, body. His lips tasted every inch of the body they could reach with relative ease and after so long he pulled his fingers out, shifting his hand to the front where he gripped the fairly soft cock in his fingers. Then in a steady motion he ran his fingers along the shaft, gripping it ever so lightly. Ichigo moaned loudly but when Ishida let go and went to start trying to remove the diaper, Ichigo's hand flew up and stopped his.
"What's wrong?" Ishida asked, gazing at him in slight annoyance.
"What if something happens while we're doin' it?" Ichigo asked, keeping his gaze level with Ishida's.
"If it happens it happens. We won't know unless we try. Unless you're scared...." He mocked, tugging gently at the tapes.
"Fuck you."
"I'd really rather fuck you."
"Just do it already." Ichigo snapped, growling under his breath.
Yanking hard on the tapes and releasing the soft half-erection he replied, "With pleasure." He inched himself down the rock hard body and stared briefly at the treat presented before him. It an instant he had taken him whole. Ichigo tasted of baby powder and oils. It was unpleasant but Ishida didn't give a damn. Why? Because his boyfriend was groaning every few seconds, thrusting himself into the warm mouth. His teeth grazed the soft skin accidentally, causing Ichigo to let out a soft yelp. Pulling back Ishida apologized half-heartedly, "Sorry." Licking his lips he then asked, "Now how would you like to do this? Dry or are you going to give me a little something?" He pushed his glasses up his nose, a rather stern look on his face.
"I know what you're expecting so it's not like my opinion matters anyway, right?" Sitting up he pushed Ishida back to the other end of the couch and went at the button on his sleep shorts. "Who wears sleep shorts with buttons?"
"Would you rather I have not been wearing any thing at all?"
"Do you want me to answer honestly or would you rather I lied?" Ichigo teased, finally unsnapping the button. He pulled them down over the prominent bulge in the sleep pants. Once released he didn't hesitate to dive right in. His mouth came into contact and he took it all, sending shocks through out the younger boys body.
Ishida felt a few drops of sweat form on his forehead as he watched the orange hair bob up and down. It took all his will not to groan as the skillful tongue wrapped itself around his erection. It hadn't taken as long as normal tonight. Deep down he felt that he had fallen more in love with the idiot as time as gone it. It was like his predicament was making him fall even further into the now inescapable crevice.
Finally Ishida could take it no longer. He pulled Ichigo up, watching him lick his lips. Staring into the mischievous eyes he muttered, "Stop giving me that look and turn over." Naturally Ichigo did as he told, but not without a little bit of resistance. Ishida's eyebrow twitched when Ichigo wriggled his bottom at him. It took all he had not to hit him. Instead he got up on his knees and placed his hands around the firm waist, gripping it slightly tighter. "If you don't stop moving," he threatened, "I might just stick it in the wrong hole." The threat halted him though only for a few seconds. With a vein nearly popping, Ishida positioned himself from behind before slowly pushing himself in. Admittedly, this was only their second time without a condom (their first being the incident in the bathroom), but they were both too caught up to care, or to notice. Ichigo groaned underneath him and gripped the edge of the couch rather tightly. The younger of the two was finding it hard to push in. Has it been so long that he's tightened up again? Or is he maybe not in the mood for it....? "Kurosaki, are you sure you're up for this? I don't want to hurt you."
"It's fine. Just keep going."
Sighing he muttered, "If you say so." Ever so gently he pulled out before thrusting full force back in. Ichigo grunted underneath him but he couldn't stop now. Otherwise Ichigo would never loosen up again. He let his pace slowly begin to build, going faster and faster until he was sure something was going to come off. Ichigo continued to grunt, biting his bottom lip to keep from screaming. After a quick glance down, and after seeing a tiny trickle of blood, Ishida's pace slowed considerably.
"No. Don't slow down." The older boy demanded, looking back. "Keep going."
After a mutually concerned look between them, Ishida picked up pace again, rocking back and forth on the couch. Sweat drops began appearing on his forehead, and Ichigo's back became slick with sweat, making it hard to hold on to. Ishida hissed when he was ready, refusing to come before Ichigo, though he certainly didn't have to wait long. Or so it seemed.
Ichigo groaned quietly, "I- I think I-I'm about to come b-u-u-t I'm not sure." Burying his head into the plush cushions he let out a somewhat frustrated scream. "If what comes out isn't what you think it's gonna be, sorry but I don't think I can hold it any longer." He moaned after slightly composing himself again. A few short seconds later he came, followed closely by his boyfriend. Their traces covered the couch and Ishida's covered the inside of Ichigo, warming his entire body.
After Ishida finished, he pulled out and plopped back onto the couch, exhausted. Taking off his glasses, he wiped the sweat from the bridge of his nose but didn't re-place them. Instead he set them on the side-table behind him. "You really had me worried there for a minute, Kurosaki. Don't go saying such stupid things ever again."
Pulling himself into a sitting position, Ichigo replied bitterly, "It's not exactly my fault you know."
Grinning Ishida replied, "Well I've got no one else to blame it on so I might as well blame it on you." Ichigo glared intensely at him but he didn't take back a word. Instead he asked genuinely, "Do you want to stay the night?"
"Tempting, really, but I gotta get back home before my dad finds out I'm not there." Ichigo growled, crossing his legs before crossing his arms in a pouty way over his chest.
"At least shower before you go. And I've still got to put you back in that diaper before you leave." Ishida said matter-of-factly, going to push up his glasses before remembering they were on the table next to him. He had to smirk a little when Ichigo's face scrunched up in disgust. "It can't be helped. Come on." He stood and grabbed the boy roughly by the wrists, dragging him towards the bathroom.
000
A short while later they came out, hair drenched and bodies dripping. As they went to sit once more on the couch Ishida suddenly stopped them. "Wait. We can't sit on that. We just cleaned up."
"Don't worry about it. It's not like we're sitting in other people's filth." Ichigo stated, putting his hands on his hips.
"We just showered, and those," Ishida pointed to the couch, "need to be cleaned. Just lay on the floor." Ichigo did as he was told, though not so cooperatively. Once down Ishida glanced around the room before swearing under his breath. "Well I don't have any clean diapers so I suppose you'll just have to use the one you wore here. It wasn't dirty or anything so it should be fine." He strutted over to where the diaper had been discarded and picked it up, brushing it off a little. When he came back Ichigo was scowling, clearly displeased. "That is unless you want to risk messing yourself before you arrive home." Ishida cocked an eyebrow, his fuzzy eyes trying hard to focus on the gorgeous face five feet below him.
"I'd almost rather take my chances-"
"And waiting until next time you come out in spiritual form with a messy uniform and most likely a very painful rash?"
"Maybe not then..." Ichigo rationalized with himself, muttering quietly to himself under his breath, weighing out his choices. Finally he humphed and said, "Oh just put it on. This is just far too humiliating for me to care any more."
"Good then. Now, lift them up high...." Ishida knelt and placed the diaper underneath the freshly cleaned bottom and in an instances time it was taped and Ichigo was fully clothed again. Helping him stand, Ishida led the boy, by hand, to the window where he opened it, letting the cool night air wash over his face. Turning to Ichigo he leaned in and pressed his lips passionately against the others, breathing in his every scent. Finally their lips parted and Ishida whispered, "Until next time then, Kurosaki."
"You'll go talk to the doctor like I told you too, right?" Ichigo breathed, brushing his lips over the taut jaw-line. When the younger of the too nodded, Ichigo murmured in his ear, "Later Quincy." Stealing one last chaste kiss, he jumped out the window and used flash-step (shunpo) to make a quick get away.
000
Slipping into his window soundlessly, Ichigo quickly pushed himself back into his physical body, shaking out the kinks. His body had been in one position too long and become stiff. Luckily his normal body functions stopped working while he was out so he didn't come home to any unwanted surprises. Turning, he slid his window mostly shut before climbing back into bed. Suddenly he yawned. With a quick look at his clock he understood why. It was nearly six in the morning. Thankfully it was the weekend which meant no school. But it also meant spending time with his pain in the ass father. I just can't win can I? Ichigo thought as he pulled the covers up around him and rolled onto his side. Well whatever. Hopefully things will be resolved after Ishida talks with the doctor tomorrow. Yawning once more, and with his eyes like bricks, he slipped into a pleasantly dream-filled sleep.
