Since Light was back from confinement B had given his Death Note back so he could stop writing names himself. It also occurred more often that Light would just come by to talk or just hang out in his apartment. B had asked Light about it and he got as answer that Light was more comfortable here and could be himself. That he could lower the mask of the perfect innocent boy he had to keep when he worked with the Task Force or being at home.
B didn't say it out loud, but he was secretly glad Light wanted to hang out with him even when there was nothing to say about Kira related things.
There's only one question that bothered me for a while now...
'Light?' he asked. He was currently lounging on the couch while Light sat in an armchair close to the couch.
'Hmm?' Light let him know he was listening.
He had picked up a book that lay somewhere in his apartment and he thought it as interesting and had started reading it. B had just watched some TV although there was not much interesting to see.
'Why haven't you asked me yet about the messages I sent L? You haven't said a thing about it.'
Light looked up from his book to turn his attention to B. 'I didn't think it was necessary to ask about it.'
B looked confused. 'Why?'
'Because I remember that time you told me about your victims you sought out back in LA. You only looked for people who's life would end quickly anyway and I trusted you did the same thing now,' Light answered simply.
'You trust me that much?'
'Of course I do. You've never let me down since I met you and since you told me more about your past you've been more honest to me than ever. I can see that.'
The silence filled the room again as B was lost in his thoughts. There had so much happened in the last months. He met Kira, Light, teamed up with him to destroy L, he killed Naomi, Misa, Mogi and several other people and had won the trust of Light.
He shot a glance at Light's numbers above his head before moving his gaze away.
I wonder how long I got left... Will we win the battle and work together for a longer time after L's dead?
He heard Light sight and he closed his book. Now B had his full attention.
'Okay, I can see something is still bothering you. Spit it out,' Light said.
'I wondered what my numbers are on this moment. The problem is I can't see the myself.'
Light blinked in puzzlement. 'Why are you suddenly thinking about that?'
B shrugged. 'I just thought that maybe I could see the outcome of our plan to get rid of L by our numbers. If they were short there would be a big chance we would fail.'
'Hmm, not a very bad idea,' Light said after a few moments.
'I asked Misa about my numbers before I killed her,' B confessed. 'But she didn't want to cooperate and kept her mouth shut.'
'Well... you was going to kill her. It's not strange she wouldn't answer your question,' Light noted.
'I know, but the least I could do was to try it anyway.'
'What are my numbers actually?' Light asked him curiously.
B looked Light's number again for a second. 'I'm not going to tell.'
B watched as Light frowned, clearly annoyed, and opened his mouth to reply, but B was faster. 'I'm not going to tell you your exact numbers, but I can tell you'll have a long life. Long enough to be called old.'
Light relaxed again, satisfied enough with his answer. 'Then the chance that our plan will succeed is pretty high, don't you think?'
B nodded yes, but on the inside he wasn't totally sure.
Light continued with his book while B fell asleep on the couch after some time. Though the book didn't catch his interest as much as before. Instead he's more intrigued by B's sleeping form. He didn't notice it before, but B had developed some shadows under his eyes as if he didn't get enough sleep. They were far from L's, but still clearly to see on his pale skin.
How did I not notice that before?
He was still deep in thought, staring at B, when the sleeping man started to move around in his sleep. A pained expression appeared on his face. A soft groan escaped his lips.
Does he has a nightmare?
Just when Light wanted to wake him B's eyes flew open and he gave out a scream as he rolled of the couch. He landed with a heavy thud.
Light rushed to his side and sat down next to him on the floor. 'Are you okay?' he asked worried.
B watched disoriented at Light until his eyes seemed to focus again. 'Yes... I'm fine.'
'Are you su-'
'Yes, I'm sure,' B interrupted him. 'It was just a nightmare. I'm okay now.'
'What was it about?'
He got a glare from B, but he looked to tired to make an impression on Light.
'Do... you have nightmares often?' Light asked carefully.
'It's nothing, Light. Just forget it.'
Light snorted. 'Yeah, right. I'm not blind, B. I can see the bags under your eyes.'
B lowered his head to avoid his gaze and Light sighed. He gently pushed B's chin up with a finger so they looked each other in the eye.
'Please, tell me. I want to know what troubles you,' Light asked softly. 'Don't you trust me?'
B stared at Light in silence, but finally began to speak after a moment. 'I get often nightmares about A and his death. It began after I told you about it that one time and since then I don't sleep well and lay often awake at night.'
'Why didn't you tell me?' Light asked.
'I didn't think you would care... what does it matter I have trouble sleeping?' B mumbled.
'It does matter to me! You're my... friend.'
B's eyes widened in surprise. 'Really?'
Light smiled. 'Of course you are. I have never met someone else who thinks the same like me.'
B's surprised expression disappeared and a happy smile took its place. 'I'd like to think of you as a friend too.'
He lowered his head again and Light frowned at the sudden change in his mood.
'You know, sometimes A gets replaced with you and it's me who tries to keep you alive and save you.'
Light couldn't help himself as he draped his arms around B in a hug. 'Don't worry, whatever will happen we stay together. I won't leave you. I promise I won't be another friend who will leave you alone.'
He knew B wasn't very keen on physical contact, but nonetheless he returned the hug and buried his face in Light's chest. 'Thank you,' he mumbled.