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Usually when Light Yagami feels a gentle tap on his shoulder, it means someone’s about to ask him for directions or give a friendly greeting. It was a little odd for this to happen in a public bathroom, but initially he didn’t question it. After all, he’s a popular guy. Even strangers tend to adore him when they first meet. Something about his pretty doe eyes tends to make people feel safe, especially when they shouldn’t.
…So when he turned around, it came as a surprise when he was immediately punched in the face.
With a pained cry, he very nearly fell to the floor in shock, trying his absolute hardest to ignore the laughter of the Shinigami following behind him. He looked up at his attacker with an incredulous expression—
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
It was not Light Yagami who asked this question. Further confounded, he dusted himself off to return his assailant’s piercing glare.
“Wh— Who the hell do you think you are? You attacked me!” Light argued. “Unprovoked, might I add—!”
“My ass!” the assailant countered, his hands on his hips. “God, you’re such an idiot— I knew I should’ve suspected something the moment he decided to take a ‘vacation’!”
At first, the attacker seemed to be gesturing towards Light, but his wrist was angled ever so slightly to the left. When Light attempted to follow its path, he realised to his horror that this man was pointing directly at Ryuk. His face went pale for a split second before he poised himself to go on the offensive—
“Don’t try anything stupid. I have a notebook too.”
Shit.
“Seriously, who is this guy?!” Light stage-whispered to Ryuk, who chuckled at the question.
“Like I said before, you’re not the first human to get their hands on a Death Note,” he replied in his raspy voice. Light returned his attention to the human in question, going through the options in his head.
“Alright, I’m not gonna ask you again— who are you?”
“I’m not telling you my full name, asshole. ‘Taro’ is all you’re gonna get.”
“Alright, Taro. What’s your plan? You want to get rid of me? Take my place? I’m sure we can come to an agreement so long as we can talk about it like adults,” Light probed, studying the man’s face for any clues into his character. He seemed to be wearing light makeup and a pair of understated silver earrings, but everything beyond the surface seemed to be invisible…
“Like hell we can!”
This time, Light felt a sharp pressure against his foot. Taro was wearing chunky boots, driving the heel firmly into his toes. Light winced and grimaced through the pain, looking up at him with rage burning inside.
“What is your problem—?!”
“My problem is Kira!” Taro answered in a hushed yet angered tone.
Light’s eyes darted around to make sure nobody else was here to witness this. The doors to the stalls were wide open, there was no one there to use any of the urinals either…
“Let me guess. You killed a couple people by accident and then doubled down until you couldn’t take it back, all because this bony bastard didn’t give you the eraser.”
Taro pointed at Ryuk again, who gasped in offence.
“Aw, I thought we were pals, Taro!” he said lightheartedly. “In my defence, he really didn’t seem to need it. He’d already written, like, hundreds of names in just a couple days.”
The sheer quantity almost made Taro feel physically unwell.
“Kira, you sick bastard—!”
This time, Taro kicked Light in the stomach. Hard. He couldn’t allow himself to play nice anymore, he needed to fight back, he needed to secure his position as Kira, God of the New World—
But then Taro grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head into the bowl of a nearby urinal.
“You fucking idiot, what do you even hope to achieve?!” Taro cursed, pressing Light’s head further into the porcelain. His nose wrinkled at the smell of dry old piss, and he grimaced.
“What do you know… You’re nobody… I’ll shape the world into something better, something peaceful, without any evil left—”
“How immature are you?! I had the same idea when I was 13, you know— then I grew up. You should try it sometime.”
“…Says the guy acting like a middle school bully…” Light retorted, desperately trying to resist in spite of his pain and discomfort. “You just didn’t have the guts to see it through. That’s the difference between you and me.”
Taro scoffed.
“Asshole.”
“Coward.”
“Smart-ass.”
“Idiot.”
“Murderer.”
“Pussy.”
Somewhere between this back-and-forth of name calling, Ryuk decided he didn’t want to be there when things got heated. The two men were left alone, and Taro decided to show Light the mercy that Kira would never afford to his targets. For a brief moment, he was allowed to stand properly again.
“Listen to me, you piece of shit. I don’t care if Ryuk gave you an eraser or not. You’re gonna use mine anyway.” Taro ordered, producing it from his pocket. “I don’t care how long it takes to get rid of every last name in that notebook of yours, I’ll be here all night to make sure it gets done.”
“Yeah. As if,” Light spat. Literally. Right in Taro’s face.
“… You’re forgetting who has all the power here, Light Yagami.”
His voice caught in his throat, and before he knew it, Taro’s hand was guiding his head to that filthy drain again.
“Even if I didn’t know your name, I’d still have you wrapped around my finger right now,” Taro smirked, squatting down to talk right into Light’s ear. “If I send my Death Note to the NPA, it’s only a matter of time before L gets his hands on it. Is that what you want, Kira? For L to know all your little secrets? I’m sure he’d have you executed before springtime.”
Light turned his head— disgusted by the fact that he had to rub against the urinal to do this— and glared at Taro. He was certain he’d be able to get himself out of this situation without using the eraser and destroying everything Kira has worked for. This was just some random guy, it shouldn’t be too hard to find out his name when he gets the chance. Even if L had access to a Death Note, he could still avoid capture as long as it wasn’t Kira’s Death Note. Taro might have added an extra layer of challenge, but Light Yagami was not about to submit to him.
…However, he did hear the harrowing sound of a zipper coming down.
“Do you feel like changing your ways now, Kira?”
Light Yagami did what he does best. Double down.
“Absolutely not! I’m doing what’s best for the world and everyone living in it, I—”
“Shut up, I need to take a piss.”
Taro’s warm urine hit Light’s hair first, the stream splitting off into flowing droplets that ran down those beautiful light brown strands. The dignified scent of Light’s coconut shampoo was replaced by the sour stench of piss as it permeated his entire head. He felt it starting to get in his face— flowing down his forehead, stinging his eyes, getting in his mouth— he coughed and spat and thrashed around, but all that did was widen the scope of Taro’s stream.
How could there be so much of it when it smelled so strong? This was the kind of foul scent that could only be produced by someone who rarely remembered to drink water, but the sheer quantity contradicted that idea completely. If Light wasn’t so busy trying to escape this torture, he might have worried for Taro’s health. It was soaking into his clothes now— the expensive suit he’d worn on his first day at university… It was completely soiled, he’d never be able to wear it again. The torrent finally began to slow down, and Light felt something on the back of his head— he assumed it was Taro’s other hand until he realised it was already accounted for, splayed against the wall above him, barely visible at the edges of his peripheral vision.
… So it was Taro’s cock poking at the back of his head.
“Are you ready to give up now?” Taro asked in a feigned pitiful tone. That just made Light angry.
“Never…” he answered, weaker than he intended to. At this point, Taro dragged Light’s head away from the urinal, guiding it to turn so that they were looking directly at each other. Kira with his shocked and infuriated expression, sopping wet with fragrant piss. Taro with his victorious smirk, ready to make things even worse. He began to remove Light’s tie from around his neck, carefully pulling it loose and holding it up in front of him.
“Last chance, Kira.”
“Fuck you.”
When Taro began to force Light’s mouth open, he regretted resisting for just a fraction of a second. He had already been enduring the scent, the stickiness, the humiliation— all of it— for long enough. He could handle a little more. This was only temporary. Still, he resisted when it became clear that Taro was gagging him with his own now piss-covered tie. It tasted bitter and acidic, somehow even a little fishy. How Taro had more ‘water’ in the tank was between him and his bladder, but he opened the floodgates with full force directly into Light Yagami’s mouth.
The experience was nauseating in every sense of the word. Just a moment ago, Taro was calling him a sick bastard as if he wasn’t going to use another man’s throat as his personal toilet. The worst part is the way it soaked into Light’s already saturated tie, with half of the stream flowing cleanly down his throat while the other half lingered for him to ‘enjoy’ at a rationed pace. There was always the taste of fresh hot piss on Light’s tongue no matter how much he tried to spit it out, the action allowing everything to run down his chin and taint the skin beneath his damp shirt.
He couldn't take it anymore. He screamed and shook his head against Taro’s firm grip. He’d beg for mercy if only he could speak through his tie— trying to do that would just squeeze out more urine from the fabric. And the stinging in his eyes… where did Taro’s piss end and Light’s tears begin…?
“Was that too much for you? I’m so sorry,” Taro spoke condescendingly without a hint of concern. “I thought Kira was supposed to be God, not a pathetic piss boy.”
The warmth was starting to wear off, and Light felt a chill up his spine as he considered his position. He searched his mind for some way to excuse himself, some dignified way out of this…
In the end, he simply agreed to use the eraser so long as Taro would never call him a ‘pathetic piss boy’ again.
…Taro made no promises.