I want to thank Silent Reaper of for the whole idea for this. I do not take credit, I only wrote it in story form. Felt it was needed on this. Link to original comic is at bottom.

Braindead

L walked up too Light. "I am L!" L exclaimed. Light turned away. "Uh… Okay… HI!!!" Light said very enthusiastically. L stared strangely at him. L grabbed a tennis racket. "Let's play some tennis. Maybe then we can get too know each other better!" L said smiling. The two blankly stared at each other.

"YAY TENNIS!!!" exclaimed Light, looking like a psychopath. Light then started too chew on his racket while L looked away. "Gee, I never had a friend before!" Light said in a hardy tone. "Uh, well, actually…"

"THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!" Light cut L off. "Okay…? Can we just play now?" L asked, scared. The two went too the courts. Then L threw the ball up to serve and smashed it. Light watched it and it smacked him in the face, knocking him down. He then stood up and threw it up for a serve, but the ball propelled downwards and smacked him in the head, knocking him over again.

"Are you okay…?" L asked.

"Yeah, but these shorts are really riding up my…" Light said from the ground. The two left the courts.

Later at the Kira Investigation Task Force. "Yes, so I suspect you of being Kira." L said calmly, watching Light intently.

"… What's a K-I-R-A???" Light asked. Stared blankly at him. "The mysterious killer who…" Light cut L off.

"OH MY GOD, WHERE?!?!?" Light nearly screamed. Light quivered underneath the desk, and L stared at him with an annoyed look.

"Here are some papers and photos of notes written by prisoners shortly before they died. We believe they wrote them under Kira's control…" L said to Light. "Hmm…" Light stared intently at the papers and photos.

"Well, what do you think…?" L asked.

"They spelled 'KILLER' wrong and instead they spelled it 'KILLA'. Isn't that stupid? HAHAHAHA!!!" Light laughed. "HAHAHA! And boy do these FBI agents have funny names!" Light looked as gleeful as a child hyped on ten sodas.

L left Light and walked slowly up to two investigators tiredly. "Well? How did it go?!?!" one asked.

"Forget it! I don't know what we were even thinking when we suspected this guy…" L said tiredly. "He's just too A.D.D and mentally retarded to hold the responsibilities of Kira…"

Off in a far corner, Light snickered. "Who needs reputation when your god?" Light thought while smirking and writing names in the Death Note.

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