I claim no ownership over the shows The Mighty Boosh or Death Note. Naboo, Bollo, Howard, Vince, Raito, L, Mello, Matt, Near, and Ryuk do not belong to me in any way. (Though I do wish L and Vince did. Then again, don't we all?) The idea for the fanfiction however, is entirely mine. It is based off of nothing other than my imagination after watching the entire Death Note series in one weekend while stuck at home with the flu.

The Nabootique – Saturday; 6:30 PM

The steaming hot clips ran through the black layers of hair, straightening each strand. Blue-grey eyes rolled in annoyance as Vince Noir looked up at Howard, listening to jazz of all things. He was disgusted, and his eyes widened with his traditional look of horror and disbelief as Howard Moon began be-bopping. He was in another jazz trance.

"This," Vince spoke up, voice clear over the loud ruckus of trumpets and drums and other nonsense. "Is why you never sell anything."

Immediately, Howard broke out of his jazz trance, he glared at Vince. "We never sell anything because you constantly forget to take down the 'closed' sign, you berk."

"Well it's not like we're going to get any business when Naboo's out smoking with the head of Shaman." Replied Vince. "Stationary village is probably scaring people away anyways, and that rubbish."

"What rubbish?" asked Howard, the older male completely oblivious.

"Jazz funk? What kind of music is that?" Vince rattled on.

"Vince, you're the one listening to Gary Numan." Replied Howard, he briskly crossed the shop to stop the record from playing and flipped through the jazz records (or what Bob Fossil liked to call – liquid disks of shit) searching for another one to listen to.

"What are you talking about? Gary Numan's brilliant, he has a pilot's license! How many of your jazz musicians have a pilots license?"

Howard looked up at Vince and opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a quiet thud at the door. At first the older male thought that it was one of Vince's friends throwing Satsuma's at the shop door to irritate him, but it had only been one clear thud, no splatter of the orange fruit or another thud as it bounced and hit the ground.

Vince immediately rose to his feet, brushing off his tight black jeans and fixing the bright blue shirt the 'King of the Mods' quickly made his way towards the door. Before opening it, he made sure Howard wasn't looking and took down the 'Closed' sign that had apparently been up all day.

"Howard, check this out!"

Howard found himself looking over Vince's shoulder at a black notebook. White letters printed out the words 'Death Note'. Vince flipped through it, every page was blank.

Vince glanced at Howard and grinned. He always knew he was a great person, now he could write all about how great he was. There were so many things he liked. Gary Numan, Robert Smith… he could make a list of all of his inspirations right in that notebook. Taking out a pen he was prepared to write down his own name so Howard would know it was his. But Howard grabbed his arm and stopped him. Being under the belief that everyone was jealous of him and Howard just wanted to have the notebook for himself, he pulled his arm away and glared.

"Vince, that notebook could be dangerous, just look at the rules!"

"What are you on about?" Vince snapped.

Howard took the notebook and flipped it to the very first page, displaying a list of rules. The first one reading the human whose name is written in this note shall die. Vince's eyes filled with horror when he saw that.

"And I was going to write down Gary Numan's name!" he was shocked, disgusted with himself (perhaps for the first time in his life).

"What do you suppose we do with it, throw it away?" Howard asked, examining the notebook closely, he did have a few enemies but was he willing to write their names down?

The next week; Japan; Kira case headquarters; 1:15 AM

The police were all tired, they had been working nonstop, yet the detective leading the search for Kira seemed perfectly fine. L sat in his odd crouched position in his chair, hands on his knees with his bare feet in front of him. The television was flipped to the news, it seemed pointless really. He'd been watching the news for fifteen minutes and there was no talk of Kira claiming any new victims. Usually he was all they spoke of…

His dark hair a mess, and his coal black eyes had grey under them due to his lack of sleep, it stuck out vividly against his paper-white skin. At this point all of the police officers had fallen asleep, including Raito's father. Yagami Soichiro hadn't been very happy with L after he said Raito was his biggest suspect of being Kira. It made no sense to Soichiro, Raito seemed so perfect. Too perfect…

Watari approached L, silent as to avoid disturbing him when he was deep in thought, he held out a large tray of pastries. Rather than simply taking one pastry, he took the entire tray and set it on the coffee table in front of him. This was expected of L, when working on a case he was known to eat sweets, even more than when he wasn't working on a case. Taking one of the small frosted donuts from the tray he licked off the frosting thoughtfully, staring at the television screen. He finished the donut quickly.

Then they began to show the special announcements on the news, something that hadn't been planned on happening. There had been a large amount of deaths in the UK. Each one of a heart attack. Immediately L thought of Kira. But in the United Kingdom? Had Raito really resorted to killing people in other countries to try and clear his name? No, they weren't criminals, they were completely random people who didn't seem to be related in any way. Apparently they had all been last seen alive in a shop called the Nabootique.

It was an odd looking shop from the video footage they showed, very small and cozy, it looked like it sold just about everything. L looked at Watari, no longer chewing his thumb.

"Watari-kun." L finally said, his voice a calm monotone despite his eagerness to figure out if he had really been wrong about Raito being Kira. "I need you to purchase a two plane tickets for me, I think we may have another Kira in Britain."

Watari nodded, the elderly man immediately went to the computer to purchase the plane tickets. L decided upon two, because Raito had seemed so determined on catching Kira simply to clear his own name. He wanted to know how Raito would react if he really did catch another Kira who he had known nothing about. Perhaps he wouldn't be very responsive, if he was never Kira to begin with.