Our World [Warning: Violence & Sugesstive Themes!]

[Mikyzu]

Author's Note: This is a short story that takes place in a not so far away future where AB's,TB's,DL's, and BF's have “come out of the closet” so to speak and their existence and culture is common knowledge. However, not everyone is happy with the development. What a surprise, right?

Part 1

A teenage boy ran through the dark alleys of a nearly empty street under the light of the full moon which illuminated his light brown skin. He was clothed in a set of black overalls with a cartoon skull and crossbones on the chest, underneath which a long-sleeved black and white striped shirt could be seen. His short, curly black hair moved with him, up and down as he ran faster and faster, pumping his legs, and making an all too familiar crinkling noise. His dark brown eyes shifted from side to side, trying to look behind him as he ran. The shoelaces on his black sneakers came undone and he tripped and fell, giving his pursuers plenty of time to catch up. What was he running from? A gang of thugs who didn't exactly agree with his choice of lifestyle.


“Go away, I didn't do anything to you!” he shouted, backing up against a brick wall as he reached a dead end. He hugged the teddy bear he was holding out of fear, and squeezed it tightly against his chest. The thugs simply smirked, some even chuckled. It was clear they weren't going to change their minds because of his cute attire.


The group of 7 quickly surrounded him. All of them were dressed in street clothing: tattered jeans, shirts, piercings, obscene tattoos, and unusual hairstyles each one of which was a different color of the rainbow. Armed with bats and chains, they had a look of blood-lust in their eyes, the kind of look that a wild animal has, just before they kill their prey.


“Please...just leave me alone,” he pleaded, as they edged ever closer to him.


But they didn't. A young man with blue hair and a pony took the initiative, running up and whacking the boy in head with a bat. The young boy fell to his knees and cried out in pain, causing him to drop his his teddy bear. The group of thugs just laughed, cruelly stepping on the bear as they advanced forward. A few jokingly offered him a pacifier. The boy crouched into a ball and covered his head with his arms, but that didn't stop them from coming. Instead, they assaulted him one by one. A girl with green pigtails whipped him with her chains. Others soon followed. Some used their weapons, others dropped their weapons and used their fists. By this time, the poor boy's clothes were torn, beat up, and stained with his own blood.


Suddenly, a young man with long, white hair walked up to the spectacle. His pale skin looked almost as though it was shining under the moonlight. Clothed in black jeans and a white jacket, he walked over to the thugs. They paid him no mind, probably thinking he'd even join in. Instead, he came up behind a thug with red hair in the style of a Mohawk and gently tapped him on his shoulder. When the thug turned around to see what he wanted, he was quickly greeted by a punch to the face. The others soon took notice and glared at the young man angrily. The blood-stained boy looked up to see why no one was hitting him anymore and quietly watched what unfolded.


Turning their attention away from the boy, they slowly began to walk towards the white haired young man. They spun their chains, and swung their bats, taunting him as they stepped closer. Taking the lead, a boy with spiky blonde hair charged toward him, furiously spinning his chain. The white haired young man ducked under the chain, and kicked one of the thug's legs, causing him to trip and fall. Finally, all of the ruffians charged in at once, no doubt hoping to overwhelm their new enemy. Instead, the white haired young man, picked up the fallen boy with spiky blonde hair and swung him in an arc, hitting the hooligans, one by one with their own comrade. They fell to the ground, yelling in pain. Seeing they were outmatched, the thugs scattered, fleeing the scene as fast they could. The young boy stared at the white haired young man in awe, unable to believe what he had just seen.

“T-Thanks...for saving me,” said the boy, as he breathed a sigh of relief. He leaned against the brick wall. “Who are you?”

“I'm Shiro,” said the young man coolly as he slowly walked over to the boy. He picked up the fallen teddy bear and handed it to him.

“I'm Kuro,” said the boy, dusting off his teddy bear. He gave it hug, looked up at Shiro, unsure of what to think of him. Then he tried to stand, his legs trembling as he leaned against the wall with one hand. But he quickly fell back down to the ground, looking sick. Blood ran down his forehead. “Dizzy...”


Without saying a word, the young man gently slipped his hands under the boy's armpits and slowly lifted him up. Then, he rested him on his hips, carrying him in the way you would carry a toddler. The boy quietly wrapped his arms around Shiro's neck and his legs around Shiro's waist, looking as though he was unsure of what to say. “This area of town is unsafe for people like you.” said Shiro with a sigh.


“People look at me funny when I use the main street,” said Kuro quietly. “...I don't like it.”

“I suppose you like concussions better then,” said Shiro sarcastically. “Don't fall asleep, I'm taking you to a doctor.”


Shiro carried the boy to the other side of town and walked along the side of the main street. Sure enough people looked at them funny. Some stared. Others pointed rudely. Shiro simply ignored them. A brown haired policeman walked up to them with a raised eyebrow. His mustache moved from side to side as he talked, as if it were hula dancing.


“Why are you carrying that injured child around town?” he asked boldly, in annoying -holier than thou- tone. “Did you do this to him?”

“No sir,” said Shiro with a sigh. Then he looked up and stared angrily into officer's eyes. “My little brother got attacked by a gang of thugs on the way home. I'm taking him to a doctor. If you're looking for someone to hassle, it should be them!”

“A-Ah, I see...” said the policeman, backing down. He held up his hands in front of him, giving Shiro a -calm down- gesture. “I'm sorry...please get him some medical attention as soon as possible.”


The two entered a nearby clinic. It was small, and mostly empty. But the few customers that were there couldn't help but eyeball the odd couple.


“Shiro, is that you?” asked a female voice.

“You know each other?” asked Kuro, turning his head slightly to try and see the stranger.

“She's a friend of mine,” replied Shiro.


He turned to see a young woman, with long, wavy golden hair. Dressed in a white nursing uniform she waved to him and smiled, until she saw the injured child he was carrying. She ran over to them, and inspected Kuro.


“What happened?” she asked in a concerned tone. “He looks terrible.”

“Attacked by some thugs,” Shiro replied simply.


The young woman gestured them into a nearby examination room. Shiro followed, being careful not to hit the already injured child's body on anything on his way into the next room. Kuro watched the other patients pretend to read their magazines as he was carried into next room.

In the examination room, Shiro gently sit Kuro down on a padded table, his legs and dangling freely. The young woman unsnapped his overalls, and pulled them down to his ankles, revealing the thick, plain white disposable diaper he was wearing. The boy blushed. The nurse smiled at him, then removed his long sleeved shirt.


“It's okay,” said Shiro, gently ruffling Kuro's curly black hair. “Goldilocks knows what she's doing.”

“That's Nurse Gold to you,” she said with an angry tone.


She quickly cleaned the dirt and blood off of Kuro with a washcloth and wrapped bandages around his arms, legs, and head. Then, she stood back to inspect her work. Seeing everything in order she gave Kuro a thumbs-up. Shiro helped him off of the table, and held up by his armpits in front of a mirror.


“Geez, any more bandages and I'd look like mummy,” he said with a frown. Shiro chuckled.

“Speaking of mummies,” said the nurse, putting away her medical utensils. “Where is yours?”

“I...” Kuro began, looking hesitant to answer. He looked at the floor. “I don't have any parents.”

“What about a guardian,” asked the nurse with a concerned look on her face. “Who takes care of you?”

“Well, I--” Kuro began, but was interrupted by Shiro.

“I do,” he said calmly. “He's my baby brother.”

“Ah, I see...” said the nurse. “I'll just put this on your tab then, Shiro.”

“Gee, thanks,” he said with an annoyed tone, twitching his eyebrow.


Kuro looked over at Shiro and stared him, but he said nothing. The nurse put Kuro's dirty and blood-stained clothing in a black duffel bag and handed him a large white t-shirt. He slipped it on and it was easily apparent, that it was two sizes too big. It's bottom reached down to his knees, covering up his diaper. He waved goodbye to the kind nurse as Shiro carried him out the door.

The two were an even stranger looking sight now as they walked down the street. Of the few people who were outside this time of time night, most of them pointed or made gestures. Some even laughed.
Eventually, they made their way to an apartment building. It didn't look like anything special. After heading inside, they came to a door with the number 10 on it. Shiro pulled a silver key from his pocket and stuck it in the lock, turning it to the right. The doorknob clicked, and he opened the door, carrying Kuro inside.


The apartment was simple and cozy, having mostly just the bare necessities. Shiro placed Kuro on the large, plush couch that was black in color and took the duffel bag into another room. Kuro examined the lonely looking place. All of the furniture was in dull colors. He squirmed in his seat.


“Ugh,” he groaned softly. “I really need to poo. Been holding it since those thugs chased me.”

“Then go ahead,” said Shiro, entering the room. Kuro jumped in surprise. “I don't mind.”


Kuro looked at him. He was holding a cigarette as he walked into the kitchen area. Turning his back to Kuro, he started up the stove. With a careful swipe of his hand, he lit his tobacco on the stove's flame.

Figuring this to be as good a time as any, Kuro slowly climbed off the couch, and onto the carpeted floor. He squatted, and started to grunt a bit as he pushed from the inside. A large lump formed in the back of his diaper and he breathed a contented sigh as he felt a flood of warm poo squish against his bottom.


“Do you really enjoy shitting yourself?” asked Shiro, now standing behind him. He took a drag on his cigarette and blew the smoke up toward the ceiling. Kuro frowned, turning red with embarrassment.

“Only as much as you like suffocating your lungs,” said Kuro quietly, wrapping his arms around his legs, as he squatted, hugging himself.


“Is that so?” asked Shiro, not really expecting answer. He laughed loudly. Then he sighed, breathing smoke out of his nostrils. Then put out his cigarette on a nearby coffee table. He slipped his arms under Kuro's armpits and picked him up, carrying him over to a dining table, and sat him down in a chair.


Kuro squirmed a bit as he felt his own excrement mush up against his bottom. After turning off the stove, Shiro moved over to a refrigerator and pulled out a plate of what appeared to be left over pizza. He put it in a microwave and then sat down with it on the opposite side of the dining table after it had finished cooking.


“Dig in,” said Shiro, leaning back on his chair.


“...thanks,” said Kuro, reaching out to take a slice. He picked one up and tried to bring it over to his open mouth, but his hands trembled and shook. He dropped the pizza on the floor. He frowned as he looked over at the fallen food, then at Shiro.


“I see,” said Shiro with a sigh, “You're still pretty beat up.”


Shiro got up from the table and grabbed a small knife from the kitchen counter. He cut up the pizza into small, bite-sized pieces. Then he walked over to Kuro's side of the table and sat down beside him in a nearby chair. With one swift movement, he pierced a piece of pizza with a fork, and held it up to Kuro's mouth for him to eat.


“Um...” said Kuro, looking unsure.

“What's wrong?” asked Shiro, staring into Kuro's eyes with a bit too much intensity.

“What's that?” asked Kuro, pointing to the round black thing on the piece of pizza Shiro was holding.

“This? It's an olive,” Shiro replied. “What you've never had one before?”

“No...” said Kuro quietly.

“What, have you been living under a rock?” asked Shiro sarcastically, as he shoved the food close to his face. “Just eat it.”

“N-no!” exclaimed Kuro, pushing the fork away.

“You've got to be kidding me...” said Shiro with a sigh. “This pizza is going to get thrown away if someone doesn't eat it, and that's a waste. I'll make you a deal. If you eat all of the leftovers, I'll give you something good for desert.”

“Really?” asked Kuro, looking curious.

“I promise,” answered Kuro in annoyed tone, as if he was pissed off by the fact that Kuro was questioning his honesty.

“O-Okay, I'll eat them,” said Kuro with a look of determination in his eyes. Shiro held the first bite up to his mouth and Kuro ate it barely chewing, and almost swallowed it whole.

“Oi, chew your food,” said Shiro shaking the fork at Kuro as if he were scolding him. “I don't know the Heimlich maneuver.”

“Sorry...” said Kuro looking a bit embarrassed.


After he had finished all the pizza, Shiro gave a silent nod, went to the refrigerator, and returned to the kitchen table with bowl of ice cream, a bottle of chocolate syrup, and a cherry. With one tight squeeze he squirted chocolate syrup all over the ice cream, and moved it in a circle, making a ripple design. Finally, he placed the cherry on top, and scooted the bowl over to Kuro, he happily began to gobble it down. Suddenly, Kuro's eyes widened, and it looked at s though he was in pain. He started to cough violently. He was choking. In one leap, Shiro jumped over the table to the other side, picked up Kuro, and patted him on the back as hard as he could without hurting him.


“Gwhack!” was the noise that came out of Kuro, as he coughed up a whole cherry. Tears were in his eyes. He was continued to cough for a few seconds.

“Idiot! Didn't I tell you to chew your food?” exclaimed Shiro in an angry tone.

“Hello?! Chew ice cream!?” screamed Kuro. Then he started crying, no doubt from the pain in this throat.


Shiro sighed, and walked over to the refrigerator as he carried Kuro, and looked inside. He pulled out a glass of milk. He held it up to Kuro's lips, telling him to drink it. He did, barely. Most of it got in his shirt instead of in his mouth. Kuro tried to help Shiro hold the cup, but with his unsteady hands he just made it worse. Finally fed up, Shiro sighed and carried Kuro and the glass milk down the small hallway into another room.

As soon as the door to this new room was opened, Kuro's eyes were assaulted with bright colors. He had to close his eyes for a moment so that they could take time to adjust to the drastic difference. When he re-opened them, he looked around what appeared to be a nursery. All of the furniture was extra large, big enough to fit even him. He examined the room in awe. Shiro set him down in a padded crib, then walked over to a nightstand and pulled out an oversized baby bottle. He left the room for a moment, but soon returned and tossed the bottle over to Kuro who juggled it for a moment, then caught it with both hands.


“Go to sleep,” said Shiro. “I'll take you home in the morning.”

“...But...” began Kuro, but Shiro was already closing the door behind him and turning the light off. He quietly put the nipple of the bottle into his mouth and began to suck on it. He laid back in the crib and stared up at the ceiling. Slowly, his eyes began to droop, then they closed, and he drifted off to sleep.


When he awoke, it was quiet except for sounded like sirens in the distance. It was also very dark, causing Kuro to hit his head on one of the crib bars. He whined as he rubbed his forehead.

“I need to pee...” he said quietly to himself. “Well...it's not like anyone's watching me.”

He sat back against the crib, and closed his eyes as he relaxed his body. He breathed a relieved sigh as he felt a flood of warm pee spread across his groin. He opened his eyes and peered into the darkness. He sighed and struggled as he tried to climb out of the large crib. He managed to get out, but because the crib was kinda off of the ground, he couldn't know where to place his footing. Of course, Kuro found this out only after he fell on his bottom, making the mess in his diaper even bigger. The poo in his diaper pressed up against his bottom, reminding him of what he had done earlier. It became gooey after coming in contact with his pee. It stank pretty bad.


“Ick,” said Kuro aloud. “I need a change.”


Kuro fumbled around in the dark nursery and it wasn't long before he started bumping into furniture. He heard something fall off of the nightstand and hit the floor. He crawled around on his knees, and felt for it with his hands. It was hard to see in the dark nursery, but it appeared to be a picture frame. He couldn't tell what the picture was. He continued to crawl around on the floor, avoiding furniture as best he could until he found the door. He reached up and turned the knob.

Without hesitation, he crawled out into the hallway. No lights were on except for one. He crawled over to it, and pushed open the door. Inside was Shiro, fully clothed, and sitting on the toilet seat, smoking a cigarette. He blew a cloud of toxic gas up toward the ceiling. It dissipated as hit it.

“What are you doing?” Shiro asked, raising an eyebrow as Kuro crawled over to him with a picture frame in hand.

“I couldn't sleep,” he said quietly.

“No,” said Kuro before taking another drag of his cigarette. “I mean, why are you crawling?”

“Oh! Um...I dunno? ...I wasn't thinking,” said Kuro blushing deep red with embarrassment. He looked at the picture he found. It appeared to be a picture of Shiro being hugged by a young lady. The young lady was wearing a sky blue blouse and a dark blue skirt. Her short hair was light brown and in pigtails. Shiro was wearing only a white t-shirt...and a diaper!?

Kuro looked up at Shiro as he continued to smoke. Then he looked down at him, inspecting Shiro's pants. There was no bulge. Kuro stared at him curiously.

“What's your problem?” asked Shiro, noticing Kuro's gaze.

“Um...how come you don't wear diapers anymore?” he asked in a quiet voice.


“What makes you think I ever wore diapers?” asked Shiro, raising an eyebrow.

“This picture...” he replied, holding up the picture for him to see.


Shiro's eyes grew wide and wild. They looked as though they were filled with a mix of anger and sadness. With one quick movement, he snatched the picture frame from Kuro's hands, and slammed it down on the bathroom sink's counter. He put out his cigarette on the picture, smearing ash all across the faces in the photo. He closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth. Then he took a deep breath, and sighed.


“Whoa...” said Kuro, not believing his eyes. He fell back onto his bottom in surprise making a squishing sound as he sat down. “Um..sorry I asked...”

Shiro sighed, “It's nothing you need to worry about. Go back to bed.”

“O-Okay...” said Kuro quietly, crawling towards the bathroom door. Shiro glanced at him, seeing his diaper sag. He put his palm to his face and sighed as he watched him crawl away.

“Wait,” said Shiro, standing up. He walked over to Kuro and picked up. He carried him back to the nursery, kicking open the door on his way in. He clapped his hands, and the lights flicked on.

“No wonder I couldn't find the light switch...” said Kuro observantly.


Shiro placed Kuro on a white padded changing table and pulled off his t-shirt, exposing his diaper. He slowly untaped it, and was soon assaulted by the smell of poo and pee. He cringed. Kuro blushed.


“It's not that bad,” he said defensively. “No worse than those cigarettes you smoke.”

“Oh, really?” said Shiro sarcastically. “Then I guess you won't mind staying in this diaper until morning.”

“N-no!” Kuro yelled. He pressed his index fingers together in embarrassment. “Please don't leave me like this. …I'll be good.”

“Heh, I guess there's a cute side to you after all,” said Shiro with a smirk. He gently ruffled Kuro's hair.


He reached under the changing table and pulled out a tub of wipes and a container of baby powder. He wiped Kuro down with the wipes, using both sides. When it came time to clean his bottom, he lifted Kuro's bottom up by his ankles and wiped under him as if he were a baby. After he was done wiping the mess away, he poured baby powder into his hands, and then massaged it around Kuro's diaper area.
Finally, Shiro pulled out a fresh diaper from underneath the changing table and set it under Kuro's bottom. Once he lowered his legs, he pulled the diaper up between Kuro's legs, and tightly pulled each side, securing the tapes on the front.

“There,” said Shiro, wiping his hands with some spare wipes. “All done.”

Kuro sat up on the changing table and inspected the diaper. He looked up at Shiro and smiled. Shiro looked down at him with surprise.


“That's the first time you've smiled since I met you,” said Shiro.

“...Um..” Kuro began, looking at the floor. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” said Shiro, showing Kuro his own smile.


He picked Kuro up again and placed him in the crib. Then he put away the changing supplies. As he headed toward the door, he was about to turn off the lights when Kuro stopped him.


“Um...can you leave it on?” Kuro asked, looking embarrassed.

“Yeah,” answered Shiro. He chuckled, then closed the door behind him.


Kuro laid back in the comfortable crib and stared up at the mobile hanging above it. What kind of person was Shiro really? Who was the young lady in the picture? ...Why did he save me? These are all of the things that he wondered as he slowly closed his eyes and entered dreamland.

[BabyGrizzy]

Not as "suggestive" as I thought said themes would be...More messy than most stories, though, which is good, I suppose. Or at least its not bad. Great job, though! I'd love to see how it ends...

[TheFoxxehAssassin]

Hmm...a good start for a story. It has an interesting idea. I've never heard of a story like this.

Good work.

--The Foxxeh Assassin--

[Babymullet Ver 9.8]

A good start of a story. You have some cast assembled, some back ground, do countine.

Only issue I have is that if a person was set on by a gang of thugs, and beaten with bats, fists and chains, a few bandages would not heal them up. More like a full on hospital stay. But that's a moot point.

[Neonite]

Awesome story is awesome! n.n
Keep writing if you want. :3

[oblivionxi1]

I like this story, its really a great read.

I do hope you finish this story, your a really good writer.

[Mikyzu]

Thanks for your comments and constructive criticism. Part 2 is coming soon. -^_^-

[Tygon]

Cute. I like it so far and am interested to hear the backstory on Shiro.

[Dreamaker]

This is definitely one of the better tb stories I've read. Keep it up.

[Mugiwara]

Intressting start! I will look forward for more chapters.