Summary: Based on technology similar to .hack//sign (The World), the story follows the exploits of one young teen as he explores the world inside his computer, the reality that is lived by a majority and the depths of his own consciousness. It will not be your typical TB story. While at the beginning, the exploration of his diaper desires will not be explained in depth, it will become a crucial part of the story later on.
Chapter One
“It's ironic what you
live through in life. You grow up all your life imagining the world to be one
thing, believing that the world exists at your convenience. Every time you're
hungry, food is somewhere nearby. The times when the neighborhood bully shows
up, the police officer is there to help you.
Life sometimes seems
too convenient. It's hard, really, it is. I live two lives. Some might consider
it funny, but reality rarely allows such laughter to exist for long. In what
most people would consider reality, I live my life from day to day, hoping to
live only for the fix at the end of the day. But then I put the headset and the
visor on my head, and true reality accepts in. I'm no longer the source of
eternal ego boosting. I'm no longer Icky Izzy. I become someone different,
well, no, that's not true. The world finally becomes real.
I am Battle Commander
Izumi Koushirou of the 1st Army Corp of the Western Guardians.
I am the most powerful
field commander in the world's most popular reality.
It's rather funny how
this all started. One lucky stroke of a key, one mouse click left or right
could have taken it all away. But this is never leaving me.
I can't give up what
sustains me. I am something. I am Izumi Koushirou, the most powerful character
in existence in the universe’s greatest reality. Only there can true greatness
be appreciated, where trueness can be understood. I hold power to protect.
And I need to head to
bed.
Until tomorrow”
"Would you like to save your journal entry?" asked the computer.
"Stupid machine, I program you for a reason, stop asking me such stupid questions! Why would I waste hours talking into a thing if it wasn't going to save what I said?" screamed Izzy.
"It's a simple question.
"
"Just save and turn yourself off."
With the whirring sound to signal the machine going off, Izzy turns his sight to a package of light blue that rides on the corner of his room in the slightest of spaces.
"I can't, dammit. This isn't how it's supposed to be. I'm not supposed to be overcome by urges," thinks Izzy.
Even so, he moves, though slowly. He inches forward and touches the package, then retrieves something from inside of it. A white mass appeared, stuffed and warm. Slowly, he put it next to his face. He caressed against his cheek then as suddenly as he picked up, the diaper was thrown to the floor and Izzy began screaming in an incomprehensible language.
"I can't. I'm Izumi Koushirou. I'm a Battle Commander. I led the greatest army in the world. I cannot succumb to the babyish desires that I live through in this reality! I will overcome!"
As he says these words, blackness expands from the corner of his eyes to the center, completely engulfing him as he collapses onto his bed.
Chapter Two:
[Time Log, User IP
Undefined]
1604: Entered Kayuna
City Server Entry
1620: Entered Kayuna
City Administrative Building
[Time Log: User
Position Un-Traceable, Log End]
[World Event Log:
System Anomolies]
1622: Administrative
Teleportation Grid Activated:
Force Server Entry:
Start Point:
Kayuna City Alcalde Office
End Point:
IP, Key Code, Lay Name Unknown
1630: Character
Restart Kayuna City Administrative Alcade
1631: Character
Promotion: User #15896TU93, Administrative Alcalde Kayuna City
[World Event Log:
Review End Point Reached]
“Murder becomes almost
passé in the online world. It can’t really be considered murder, really, it
can’t. The death of bits and bytes is just that, no soul or morality connected
to them. You kill once, you kill twice. It’s all for personal advancement in
the game played.
But if that’s the
case….why do I feel so bad? I mean, it’s logical what I did. It’s a step in the
right direction, a legitimate government office. But why do I feel so bad? Did
I really kill someone; was it just a digital representation of the person? Was
it a reality that exists in another dimension, and I’ve destroyed someone?
I didn’t feel like
playing much tonight. It seems that lately, this game has become more of a job.
I have commitments to keep. It’s not my way of escape reality.
Though I could be
skipping into reality. That’s life for you. Oh well.
Battle Commander Izumi
Koushirou”
The Journal made a quick sound and turned off.
“Finally, that internal machine has stopped asking me such stupid questions.”
With those thoughts, he jumped into his bed where he pulled a box with white fluffness in it from underneath his bed. He slowly grabbed it but put threw it down forcefully and pushed it underneath his bed once again. He then rolled into a fetal position with the TV raging on max volume with reruns from Outlaw Star.
“What is thy desire?” spoke the Galatic Leyline on the TV.
“To be released of this awful feeling inside the pit of my stomach,” responded Izzy to himself.
Chapter Three:
“Sometimes, I don’t know why I put up with you all. It’s ridiculous. I try to teach you technique, I try to show the ways, and you don’t listen. I am the Battle Commander of this Army, ladies. If you don’t like it, scram.”
“Don’t get so worked up, Koushirou. It’s only a game. I don’t see why you have to be perfect. But I guess you’re one of those losers that sit around and live this virtual lie”
“I am not a loser. I am the Battle Commander..”
“Exactly, that proves my point. So worked up over titles…Pointless ones, anyway. I can still probably beat you in a battle.”
“Katayana Imayuna!” screamed the commander as a powerful ray of light left his staff.
The ray hit the player and sent him flying towards a nearby cliff. On impact, the virtual body was crushed, and it pixeled out of existence.”
On the random player’s screen, pitch black appeared and sparks came out of the player’s visor.
The player quickly took of us his visor and thought to himself, “Wow. That’s power. A digital world affecting reality.”
As the commander saw the bloodshed he caused, he quickly logged out. When the game logout sound was heard, Izzy quickly threw his visor and leaped onto his bed.
“Why must I become what I hate? Why must I hate so much? Is it their fault or is it mine? All these questions…WHY?” screamed Izzy out loud.
He quickly turned around and grabbed what had lately been his comfort and his weakness. Touching the diaper and slowly rubbing it, a face of bliss appeared on his face. He looked himself in the mirror and saw himself with this happy face.
Izzy quickly threw the diaper on the floor and screamed in an incomprehensible language before sobbing on his pillow.
Chapter Four:
Footsteps could be
heard in the halls of Lawrence J. Phillips Junior High School. Quiet motions of
dashing feet from side to side are evident to the sound detector. All is well.
The quiet is disturbed
suddenly, with masses of footsteps pounding the floor. The original footsteps
quickly dash out, but the distance between the masses and the single keeps
shrinking. A turn around the corner reveals more waiting masses. The original
footsteps stop and suddenly, are silent. The masses on both sides could be
heard leaping towards the original.
Another day. The same
poor kid getting beat up every day.
- Hall’s Log.
“Izzy, are you all right?”
Izzy appeared swollen in his face, with multiple bruises throughout the rest of his body.
As he opens his eyes, only pain is there to greet his consciousness. A pain that’s too familiar to this young boy. He quickly closes his eyes again and fades into the land of his dreams.
“Nurse, why do these kids keep on beating up a nine year old?”
“Sir, he’s twelve.”
“Ouch, at 4’2, yeah, he’s short all right.”
“I know, that’s part of his problem.”
The nurse turns and looks at the boy, then sighs.
“I don’t know what to do. Every other day, they beat him up. I mean, you can only punish kids up to a certain point and even the cameras don’t catch everything.”
“Why is he such a target?”
“He’s small, different and a conglomeration of Mexican-Japanese and Anglo blood. He just looks differently sir. He’s also bright. Very bright.”
“How bright?”
“Pull up his record; he hits genius in every category. Though, he seems to have a development level of a seven year old. It’s just weird. What does this kid do at home?”
“I don’t know. Talk to the parents. You’re a people person and you seem to show genuine concern.”
“If only it was that easy. His parents, well, it’s awkward, they never seem to want to do anything for that kid. The one time they came in, they said he’d grow out of it. He had to. They didn’t want a wuss for a kid.”
The nurse walks towards a box. She reaches inside and grabs a white mass that has the words “Youth sized” on it. She quickly takes of Izzy’s pants and underwear and diapers the young boy up.
“Why’d you do that?”
“I have to do it sometimes. I remember one time, he wet himself. Lucky I had an exactor that day for trial. I made him a double of his clothing and he never found out. Poor kid has enough issues. I do it every time he comes here.”
As the conversation in the outside world of Izzy’s mind continues to take place, inside, a world is alive and well.
“The World is a game. I can break it. Its secret is it in its power to use the mind to create our movements, our desires. How can I manipulate this…I want to know. Only in The World do I have power. Power is evil, but that’s the only thing that can protect me.”
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This story is meant to be a long one. The diaper element will exist, but I will try to make it a good story. This won’t be your typical diaper story.
Please keep that in mind and enjoy the read.