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Break the Haughty - Chapter X
Light pulled the wet and disgustingly stained t-shirt over his head and folded it as neatly as possible before he put it on the floor next to the tub. The warm water was very pleasant, as was the almost agravic feel of his body. It reduced the pressure on his mangled anus significantly and the warmth alleviated the pain. He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh. He heard L talking to the chambermaid outside the bathroom. What she must think? The stain was all too obvious. Probably she thought L had brought up some whore last night. Or a catamite. If she saw him - if she even heard him in the bath tub... she must think he was some kind of toyboy.
"Well, it's blood." he heard L explain in this always indifferent voice of his. Light felt his body tensing up.
"What is it, Light?" asked Ryuk. Light shook his head, as carefully as possible. It still resulted in a headache.
"...clothes too..."
"...in the bathroom."
Light's heart began to beat faster. He heard steps coming closer and L actually opened the door.
"Where's the dirty t-shirt?" he asked. "I want her to clean it, too."
Light froze. He wanted to climb out of the tub and tell the lady that he was most certainly not a prostitute, but given his current state and lack of clothing, it wouldn't exactly help his case.
"It's here." he growled angrily, pointing at the floor where he had folded the blood-stained, soiled shirt.
"Thank you." L picked the repugnant thing up with his thumb and index finger. Both of them listened to the sheets being removed from the bed in the next room.
"Lucky it's not your mum who has to do it, eh?" Ryuk cackled.
"Just stay here," L said, as if Light had a choice, closing the bathroom door behind him.
With disgust, Light noticed that the dirt had washed off his body but had dissolved in the water, leaving a sludge of clotted blood in brownish water. In panic, he pulled the drain-stopper and switched the faucet to its highest setting.
The chambermaid left with a pile of bed sheets, Light's clothes and the shirt. L thanked her and opened the bathroom door again. Light lay in the tub, an ever-coming stream of water rushing from the faucet down the drain. He looked distressed and pale, frantically scrubbing his skin with a flannel.
"What is it?" asked L.
Light turned his head in alarm and his wild gaze became grim.
"You could at least knock."
"Oh, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Your body is quite pulchritudinous."
"Still, would you please not watch me while I'm naked?!"
"I have seen you naked twice already. I figured it wasn't such a big deal anymore."
Light just stared at him.
"I can help you wash off the blood?" L offered.
"You figured it wasn't such a big deal?" Light repeated.
"Well yes."
"So you wouldn't mind me seeing you naked?" Light asked, trying not to think about the fact that L must have touched him as well while he was unconscious.
"No. If you insist."
Light clenched his teeth.
"Don't try to make ime/i look like the pervert here." he hissed.
L shrugged.
"Do you want my help or not?"
Light grudgingly ackknowledged that it would be a lot more difficult for him to clean his body by himself. He could reach his front parts very well, but washing his back would be a lot more troublesome.
"Alright. You can rinse my back."
L grinned a grin Light couldn't decide to be amused or creepy and picked up the showerhead. In silence, the detective led the warm stream of water over Light's hair, down his back to his bum crack.
"You know, I could do a better job if you gave me that flannel." he said eventually. Light didn't reply. He would rather stand up and flush the filth away himself, but L most probably wouldn't leave him alone. And given he did pass out the last time, he had a point in doing so.
"Do you have any more shampoo?" he asked.
"Hm... I think so. The hotel usually restocks. Let me check." L put down the showerhead and examined the bathroom collection of amenities the hotel provided. There was a toothbrush kit, a razor, cotton swabs, soap... ah, there it was, a minibottle of shampoo!
"I got it."
"Don't you have your own shampoo?"
L shrugged. "Why should I?"
"Well, because it's... suited to the needs of your hair?"
"If you think so. But since you don't have your own shampoo here, you'll have to put up with this one."
"Whatever."
L opened the bottle and squeezed some of the clear substance into his palm.
"Are you comfortable?"
"Not really."
"Would you like to change your position to be more comfortable?"
"It's OK. Just rinse."
Light startled and gasped lightly when he suddenly felt L's hands on his head. He scolded himself for being so jumpy while he snarled: "Didn't I say just rinse?!"
"I'm just washing your hair. I will stop, if it makes you uncomfortable."
"No, I apologise. I... never mind." L had undoubtedly noticed his fit of fear just now. He could not take that back, but Light wanted to show his opponent he was definitely not afraid.
The firm but gentle pressure of L's long fingers worked the shampoo into his hair, massaging his scalp. The feeling was... pleasant.
to be continued...
Author's note: I got a little unsure on how to portrait Light and his feelings. On the one hand, he will be pissed off, vengeful and furious. On the other hand, he should be truly upset about being raped, right? He also might use his current state to manipulate L into pitying him. What do you think?