Halloween is L's favorite holiday, despite the bad memories that revolve around the day itself

Halloween is L's favorite holiday, despite the bad memories that revolve around the day itself. All the free candy makes up for it, and the simple wanderings always seem to soothe the super detective's mind. This year, L decided to dress up as a ninja from that popular anime that's always advertised, although "dressing up" isn't quite the right way to put it. As genius as L is, he's really quite lazy when it comes to his appearance and just simply bought one of the forehead protectors to let hang around his neck while he went door to door.

Raito, on the other hand, went all out when he found that the man he was chained to wanted to go Trick-or-Treating. He dressed up as a pirate, eye patch and all. Of course, since Raito was going out with that creepy pervert Ryuzaki, Misa just has to go.

However, Misa Misa was just as lazy as L, the only addition to her normal Gothic Lolita outfit was a pair of sparkly purple fairy wings.

All of them were toting along pillowcases emblazoned with the insignia of a five star hotel.

House after house the visited, odd looks abound from the people living in the high class suburb. After all, how often do you see two grown men out Trick-or-Treating, much less while chained together? Raito scowls as L insistently rings the bell of the new house. They had been going around for hours now. Raito was getting tired and has long since gotten bored. Even Misa Misa had run out of things to chatter about.

Worst part is, nothing L did gave Raito any clue as to what the raven haired man's real name was. That was really the only reason why Raito didn't fight as hard as he could have to nix this pointless trip.

L and Misa Misa chant the standard greeting on this day as the door is opened onto the trio. The residents smile warmly, albeit confused, as they dump a handful of candy into the bags of the two actually enjoying the outing (although Raito had doubts that the candy Misa was amassing would ever be eaten by the pop idol). The soon-to-be police chief stood back, a soft frown etched on his handsome face.

"Enough of this foolishness, Ryuzaki. Let's go back."

Wide, dark, blank eyes just blink at the younger man. Raito's scowl darkens. The detective fishes a hard candy out of his bag and pops it into his mouth, savoring it for a moment before retorting calmly, "Ninety-seven percent, Raito-kun."

Raito fumes, a surge of annoyance poking through the young man's mask. "God damn it, Ryuzaki; for the last time, I am not Kira!"

Again, the detective just blinks at him, staring for a moment, before speaking. "My bag, Ratio-kun. I meant my bag. It's ninety-seven percent full. Gimme yours."

If Raito's perfect image allowed it, he would have wailed.