Light, Dark, L, Krad

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"Light-kun," L chimed from the sofa. "Come see this. It's very interesting."

Light peered over at the TV from the chair at his computer. It zoomed in on a handsome young man his age, with vibrant purple hair and gleaming amethyst eyes and elegant black wings charging against another young man with blonde hair and blue eyes with white wings. The teen was pretty sure that this was from an anime Sayu watched; something about an angel…?

"They will be visiting us today," L added, popping a pastry into his mouth.

Had Light been drinking water, he would have spitted it out all over the rug and floor, pride be damned.

"What?!" he demanded. "How can you—" The doorbell interrupted him.

"Ah, Light-kun… that must be them. Can you answer the door?"

Grumbling to himself, he did so. The purple-haired teen stepped in, obviously irked by the presence of the other behind him.

"Hi, I'm Light," the auburn-headed teen introduced himself, holding out his hand.

The purple-headed guy shook it. "The name's Dark."

"That's an interesting name," Light remarked.

"Hey, we're polar opposites!" Dark exclaimed cheerfully, a broad grin spreading across his face.

Light had to restrain himself from kicking the violet-haired teen out the door. He saw the point—Light, Dark—but it was pretty redundant. Did the thief have to say something as obvious as that?!

The blonde scoffed. "That's nothing. My name's Krad. Try beating the uniqueness of that," he said confidently.

Unsure of what to say, Light stared awkwardly at the two misnamed people before him. L had finally walked over to greet the two, his back hunched, but it was obvious that, if he stood straight, he would be equal in height to Dark.

"My name is L." He turned to Light. "See, Light-kun? We're all misnomers. Light, Dark. L, Krad. We all have retarded names that have little to absolutely no meaning, but just sound uniquely amazing."

"And who is to blame, oh smart one?" Dark smirked, a playful glint in his amethyst eyes as they traveled toward me in the sidelines.

I held up my hands. "I don't know. I'm not responsible for any of your names; I'm just putting you guys into funny situations for my own, personal enjoyment."

L cut in. "I blame the authors for their lack of creative names. I propose that we boycott manga that have people with weird or stupid names like us so that other characters shall not receive the same ridicule we face because of our names.

"People make fun of me?!" Dark exclaimed. "How can anyone make fun of me?!"

Krad nudged L's elbow. "He's a self-absorbed person."

"I know the type," L muttered, glaring at Light.

"So L, what was the point of this meeting anyway?" Dark asked.

"Oh, nothing really; I just wanted us to get together and talk about our peculiar names."

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Errm. –light cough- This is… really crackfic-ish.

And yes, I know almost everyone's OOC. That's the point of a crackfic—especially one as impromptu as this. This one's just… blegh. It was an off day; let me tell you all that much xD

I originally got this idea from Chainsaw Mafia when I went from Dark obsessee (which I still am) to Death Note obsessee (which I, repeat, still am). She was like, "Why do they all have such retarded names?! Come on—Light, L, Dark, Krad?! Who names their kid after a freakin' letter?!"

xD So yeah. Thank Chainsaw Mafia for this sorry excuse of a crackfic by going to her profile and reading her story. Pop her a review. In fact, while you're at it, pop me a review. I'm sure I'll appreciate it very much.