Dreams

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Dreaming, L knew, was an essential part of sleeping. It occured because of the brain's over-activity during the body's resting period and could not be stopped unless one was to take a large dose of sleeping pills, which L really didn't have the time nor will power to do. So, every night, when L climbed into bed with Light after him, he watched as Light fell asleep and experienced said dreams. It was quite amusing, as Light's nighttime brain activty included verbal interjections every once and a while.

Usually, Light would talk about Sayu, his little sister. L learned in the first week of Light's being chained to him that Sayu had one boyfriend whom Light did not approve of, a fondness for baking, a B on her last math test, which was on the subject of 2-step algebraic equations, and that she enjoyed reading Agatha Christe novels in her spare time, now working on 'Evil Under the Sun', all this information purely drived from Light's sleep talking during the dream cycle. L had even gotten so used to it that he often asked Light questions, such as what sort of cookies did Sayu bake (Snickerdoodle, his father's favorite, though Light was more partial to the Chocolate Chip.), or if Light had ever read Agatha Christe (Yes, he'd been reading 'Murder on the Nile' during the investigation period, but had forgotten to bring it when he'd packed for his chained confinement. L made a mental note to have Watari buy the book later on.). The subject matter was usually of a lighter sort, but sometimes it would get a bit darker, especially when Light began to get nightmares about Kira.

Light was the last person L would have thought to have Kira nightmares, but just as well, the boy had been accused of being Kira and the thought must have had something effect on the boy's sub-concious mind set, therefore leading to unpleasant night terrors about the killer. How did L know they were unpleasant? Well, Light turned out to be more vocal during nightmares than pleasant dreams. His shouts were loud and caused L to get absolutely no work done what so ever. This bothered L greatly, but he pitied the boy when he saw the look of total horror on his face. It must have been a particularly bad dream one night, because Light clung to L, whimpering something about his skin falling off. L, who was not used to human contact, much less being held onto desperately aas Light was doing, did what he assumed was the correct thing to do when one was faced with a child having a night terror. He rubbed Light's back comfortingly and mumbledd "It's all right Yagami-kun."

Light held L's shirt tighter and whispered weakly into the fabric:

"Don't let him get me Ryuzaki. Please don't."

L just continued what he was doing until Light slowly fell back into a silent rest. The room was quiet and L felt a little odd without the sound of Light chattering away about his family and love life (He had complained vehemently more than once about his sex life, or lack there of, but L didn't feel very qualified to talk about such subject matter.). It almost felt cold, like with Light's voice had gone the room's little, if any, warmth.

Light wasn't much for talking about Misa. He had very little to say about her, but he often talked about past girlfriends. He didn't like many of them, except a girl he'd dated in eighth grade whom he'd bonded with because of her similar like of books and long words. He was sad they'd broken up, but he said that they stayed friends until 11th grade when she moved. Everyone else was kinda the same girl with a different face. L couldn't tell if this bothered Light or not, because he usually began to mumble disconjointedly after that about umbrellas or some other subject not related to dating or women (Debatable, L knew, some people may associate umbrellas with women, it was theoritically possible, but it was also theoretically possible that martians exsisted and L had yet to prove that one. He doubted the former was true either.). Perhaps he felt a disconnection with women and this lead him to have bad relationships with them. It was perfectly plausible, though L didn't know if should have been saying anything, as most of his relationships had ended as well. He decided he liked it better when Light went on little tangents about the cleanliness of his home than when he got on the subject of women, as that made L very uncomfortable.

Sometimes Light would talk aboutthings that happened in his past, or L would ask him various questions about it. Their conversations often went as such:

L: Did you ever bake Yagami-kun?

Light: Hn, uh, yeah, I went through this huge phase once where I wanted to be my mom because I thought that all she did was cook, so I would spend all day bakin' and stuff. It was actually pretty good...but my dad didn't like that I was associtating myself with such a feminine role like a mother. It kinda bothered him...this cheese is delicious by the way (during said conversation, Light was known to spout off things that were occuring in his dream, so L just went along with it.)

L: Oh yes, quite good. Did Yagami-kun ever wear an apron?

Light: Yep. It was Sayu's. It was blue with a little red tie that you used to tie it around your waist and it said Chef in really pretty letters on the front. My dad wasn't too happy about the apron either...

L: I would imagine so. What did you bake?

Light: All sorts of stuff. Cookies, pies, muffins, cupcakes, and cake. It was very good. I practically lived in the kitchen.

L: How long ago was this Yagami-kun?

Light: I was 13.

L: Oh. Would Yagami-kun bake me a cake sometime?

Light: Oh sure! I would love to Riccello.

That was another part the whole dream thing, Light never called L L or Ryuzaki. He was always someone else, presumably from one of light's dreams or a past friend. Riccello was one of the more recent. L was beginning to keep track of the names he was given during these dream sessions. Often they were either Italian, Japanese, or more likely than not English. Light seemed to use English names a lot. L had been Davis, Cole, Kevin, and most recently Edward.

L also got the idea that Light was having secret gay wet dreams. He supposed that Light was gay, but kept it surpressed (He was beginning to think Light's father had something to do with this.) and therefore these feelings were expelled at night in Light's dreams for he could not expel them elsewhere. It didn't alarm L that he was in the same bed as a surpressed homosexual teen, but it did bother him when Light talked about his father's dislike of his feminine personality. Actually, L had been listening closely and was beginning to think that Light took bottom for most of his sexual dreams, and when he did top he looked noticably less comfortable than he had when he'd been the submissive parther. L took this as comfirmation of Light's secret female side slipping into his sex life. He was most certain that if Light were to be in an actual relationship with a male, he would be the more girlish and more emotional person in the relationship and therefore would partake in more things that would often be thought of as feminine roles, such as cooking, cleaning, and instigater of cuddling (which L thought was very much like Light, as he'd snuggled up to L more times than once, cooing that "Edward-kun is so warm.").

This didn't bother L, for he also believed himself to be a homosexual, as he had partaken in the act of fornicating with a male and had been satisfied with the sex (that was really the best L could muster, for he wasn't much for feelings, so satisfied would have to do.). He assumed that Light was in fact a virgin, because he'd never talked explictly about having any sort of actual intercourse, just mumbled things that hinted it at it. He took this as cute, which he was quite sure was the right name for it, and enjoyed asking the boy various questions about it, especially if his persona was Edward, who was apparently Light's imaginary lover. The boy woould mumble something, avoiding the question, before changing the subject to something completely different, such as bicycle racing or carpeting. After talking about this with Light, he found himself ridiculously amused when Light was awake and would acidently begin to call him Edward.

Really, all this talking Light did made it hard for L to look at him with a straght face. He'd always have to supress the urge to ask if Sayu had finshed her book, or if Light would bake him some of his favorite chocolate chip cookies (L desperately wanted to try these.). It was really quite the challenge.

Light hadn't been talking as much nowadays, but every once and a while, Light would get very close to L and ask him if he could please turn his can down, because it was bothering him greatly.

L knew that eventually he'd lose his night time talking partner, but for now L would always have questions to ask, and Light, no matter how mixed up they were, would always have answers.

the end.

A.N. Ah, this one was fun to write, especially the parts of which I got to elaborate on Light's family and baking. I think Light would make an adorable little chef, baking cookies and cakes for L like a nice wife (with, of course, a blue apron with a red tie and pretty letters on the front.).

I'm adding an extra part, just because I'm the writer and I can.

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