Silent Screams
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Slight LLight and LightL
L didn't know how many times he'd fallen asleep to Light's strangled sobs. He had done research into Light's background, of course, but it mentioned nothing that could be considered a traumatic experience. So, for the moment, he let him cry while he finished typing something on the laptop, but he could only take the heart-wrenching cries for so long.
The sobs would turn into screams, soon, if he did nothing.
L sighed, setting down his computer and wrapping Light in his arms. The harsh, choking sobs quieted soon after, with him making almost no sounds a few moments later. Then, the talking started.
Light talked in his sleep, but L had an inkling suspicion that he did not know that he did. The languages changed frequently, moving from English to Japanese, and sometimes even French or Spanish at times.
"Not...Kira..." L smiled softly, amused that he refused to admit he was Kira even in his sleep. A hand absentmindedly stroked Light's hair, and he marvelled at the softness of it. He never had a chance to do this when the teenager was awake.
L found himself slipping into unconsciousness as the night went on, clutching Light tighter to his chest.
Light didn't know how many times he'd woken up in the middle of the night to L's screams. They were silent, thrashing screams - he'd even hit Light in the face, once. He propped himself up on an elbow, watching him for a second. L writhed under the covers, his fingers desparately looking for something substantial to grasp. His eyes were closed tightly in pain.
Light sighed, moving the blankets and wrapping L in his arms. He protested silently, even going to the lengths to bite his arm - it hadn't been hard, but it was enough to leave a small bruise. He winced as fingers dug into his side and waist, but held out. It would leave more bruises for L to find in the morning, he guessed.
He was beginning to calm down now, his breathing labored and moving his whole body. Light smiled slighty, running his fingers through his coarse, black hair. He never had a chance to do this when the detective was awake. His eyes began to close by themself, and he started to nod off, clutching L closer to his chest.
They needed each other and the comfort they provide, even if the other doesn't realize it.