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Chapter 7)


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My names Anzu Kohaku. I'm in my second year of high school, and I'm in diapers, along with everyone else in the world. Today was a long day. First I have an accident, twice, and then I have to be put in diapers by Japanese Government order. At least they had the decency to help us hide them better for school. Anyway, if that wasn't enough, my day added injury to insult. Honestly, falling off my bike and dislocating my knee, and wetting my diaper in front of everyone with my skirt down! Could that day have possibly gotten any worse!? Sure it did! I could poop my diaper at my best friends house in front of his honorable, fun-loving family and get teased some more for it! God I hate being so small!

I changed my diaper as soon as I got home. It was full of pee and poop. It was just plain full. I carefully untapped it and let it drop into the garbage bag Mom left in the bathroom. Unfortunately, Mom's diapers were in there too. Jeez I hate this so much! It's so embarrassing, and I get to add my dirty diaper to the collection! Good grief! I couldn't bare to star down at the mud I left in my diaper, let alone my moms! I wiped myself down as quickly as I could so I could put on a new diaper and get out of there. I didn't like it in there. It smelled horrible. I cleaned up, took a shower, and put on a new diaper. I slipped on my purple pajamas and kissed my mom good knight.

I lie awake in bed, unable to sleep. It was such a crazy day. My best male friend got to carry me and my wet diaper all the way to his house, and my bike, and two heavy back packs. I did enjoy watching him fix my bike though. He was in the garage with the tools out. He wore a sleeveless shirt then, and his muscles were so bulky. He was definitely lean, and I love seeing a guy work! But what am I saying? I love Hiroyoshi. Hiroshi's pretty hot too, but every time I ask myself why, I always remember the first time we met.

We were in middle school. I was getting my lunch as I did every day, just the normal routine. As I walked through the cafeteria, I heard someone playing the piano in the hallways along the walls that lead to the fine arts division of the building. I brought my lunch down the hallways to investigate. I never heard anyone play like that before in my life. It was so unique, and so incredible. I made my way through the hallways until I came across a door from which I heard the sound spew into the room. I quietly opened the door hoping there wasn't a class going on. Of course there wasn't. It was lunch time. I opened the door and saw a grand piano in the middle of the school, and a in the piano bench, the most handsome boy I've ever seen in my life.

His blond hair glistened in the light, his blue eyes shimmered, but there was more to his eyes at the time then the shimmer or the deep blue. There was something deeper in his eye. When I stepped closer, careful not to disturb him, i noticed something was a bit off. His fingers glided over the keys with no effort what-so-ever, and the piano emitted such a radiant, intricate melody I couldn't possibly whistle it. My tongue wouldn't keep up if I had three of them. The song felt so deep and complex, and it told stories of hardship, depression, then hope and salvation. It spoke of war and peace, it spoke of failure and success. It made me thing about family and togetherness. I fell into his zone that he'd conjured from his heart. A kind of wind flew from his heart through his fingers. He didn't even look at the keys head on. His eyes constantly averted from them, subject only to the movement of his body to reach different parts of the piano. He was sucked into his world he created for himself. I'll never forget that look in his eye, that blank look. His entire soul had been drawn into the piano, and the piano was a part of him.

When the song was over, his fingers became as blank as his hands, and his heart just as empty while his spirit came back to his body from the piano, and that's when his eyes popped open and he noticed me. "Hwa!"

"Hwa!!" I startled him, which startled me, and I dropped my lunch on the carpet floor. Probably the worst, most pathetic first impression I could possibly make on a guy! I spilled my pudding, dropped my greasy pizza, and spilled my milk. It got all over my socks and his. "I'm so sorry!" I panicked. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!"

"It's okay, relax!" He assured me. "I'll help you clean this up!" He offored.

"I'm so so sorry, I'm such a cluts!"

"It's all right. What's you name?" He smiled.

"A-Anzu, Kohaku!" I bowed. "What's you're name?"

"Just call me Hiroyoshi!" Hiroyoshi! It may just be me, but his name was as handsome as his hair.

"That was beautiful!" I praised. "I've never heard someone play like that before!"

"Oh, yeah. Thanks!" He replied.

"No I'm serious! You are really good! Where did you learn to play like that!?" He was inspiring, but my eyes popped out of my head when he told me that he'd never been in the talent show before. I couldn't believe it. His talent was being wasted! I told him to audition for the talent show, no, I begged him. When he told me he wasn't good enough, I wanted to slap him right there. "Baka!" I told him. "Iv'e never heard anything like that. Hatsune Miku doesn't even compare to you! Your music is so unworldly!! How can you possibly think you're not good enough! Have you even heard those wannabe's?!"

Eventually, I managed to convince him, with the help of his mother, and he joined the first talent show. I was there of course, watching some of the amazing dancers, and some of the not so amazing dancers. I heard some of the beautiful singers, and some of the not so beautiful but extremely talented singers. I even saw magic tricks and stand up comedy, but I nearly wet myself with excitement when I finally heard the name I'd been waiting for all night long.

"And now for some good old fashioned piano. Let your heart sink into the whimsical world of, Hiroyoshi Rokou!" No one cheered for Hiroyoshi like they did for everyone else. It made me so mad, until I realized they've never heard of him before until tonight, but boy, they were going to find out pretty fast just who they're dealing with. The curtains opened and the spot light centered on him. I swear I almost peed my pants with excitement. The suspense drove me nuts. There was a long, awkward silence. It was his first time on stage and his face looked tense. Finally the wall of silence was shattered by the sudden flood of music that pierced the hearts of even the most cold and calculating parts of the audience. It lifted the spirits of even the most depressed and suicidal. I saw the entire audience get sucked into the realm of Hiroyoshi. The wind of his heart channeled through his fingers and blew the competition away. Their hearts were flooded more then a diaper with emotion. He played their hearts like he played that piano. When his song ended, the audience went wild. Hats flew in the air. It was unheard of.

I wanted to congratulate him after the talent show, but before I could reach him, he was over crowded by girls, asking him out and congratulating him. Suddenly I felt like he was way out of my league. Of coarse he deserved better than me. Ever since then I only talked to him to say hi or have a great weekend.

I let memories of his music put me to sleep. It was the most sound sleep I've ever had in a long time. When I woke up the next morning, the sunlight beamed in and I found it difficult to open my eyes completely. As soon as I got out of bed, something felt different. I had forgotten about the diapers I'd had to wear yesterday, and to my greater horror, my diaper felt soggy, heavy and wet. "I wet the bed?!"

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