"…I want all of you to go to that school tomorrow, and request to see Crazoa Canely."

"But Near, don't you think that this is all a bit to obvious?" Ide piped up, "This could be some kind of trap, he might be expecting this and he might do the eye deal with his Shinigami – if he hasn't already – so he can kill us all."

Near grinned, "You obviously haven't learned much from your experiences. We'll be wearing masks."

"This isn't what L would have done… it's so reckless." Matsuda muttered to Ide.

Near had heard what Matsuda had said, and he smiled, "That's exactly what I'm counting on."

6

Found

"Crazoa Canely, please come to the principle's office; Crazoa Canely." A loud announcement came from the speaker that was placed in every classroom.

Crazoa looked up from the eyeball he had been dissecting in science class; what was this about? He hadn't done anything wrong. Not a single prank, he was way too popular to have to bother. Could he have been framed? No, that was just as unlikely.

Argh, stop fretting, he probably just wants to see me because I got a phone call or something like that.

"What do you think he wants?" Smith croaked.

Sighing, Crazoa washed his hands and packed his bag. He said goodbye to the teacher and his 'friends' and headed for the office upstairs.

"What a pain." He muttered as he trumped up the staircase. The office was right at the very top.

Finally when he got there, panting of course, he knocked on the door and turned the knob.

Crazoa was further perplexed to see a group of ridiculous looking men in white masks. On the floor was a boy just a few years older than him playing with an action figurine and twirling a white lock of hair around his finger. He also, wore a mask.

"Erm…" Crazoa said slowly, "Is this some kind of joke?"

The principle was tied up in a chair, "Sorry," said one masked man with an afro said to the principle, "We wouldn't have done this if it weren't absolutely necessary."

"Giovanni, Rester, take him now!" the boy at the floor shouted.

"Whoa!" exclaimed Smith as two men came running at Crazoa, resulting them in walking through the Shinigami, and before Crazoa could react let alone fight them off, his hands were cuffed behind his back and he was forced to walk further into the room.

The other boy's voice came out differently, as if he was smiling under his mask, "I am L."

It was a short, simple phrase, but it took a larger toll on Crazoa than he had imagined. Even though it was very hard to believe that just this teenager was the best detective in history but all the same, what seventeen year old had this kind of power? Crazoa's obsidian eyes widened and his calm attitude toppled down on him as he began hyperventilating. He had not expected this to happen! What were they going to do?! Execute him?! Not that that was even legal in Australia, but they could take him to America or Japan to do it, or even just lock him up for life! Would they care that he was underage? He had committed the most violent act in history, probably even worse than the first Kira seeing as he had intentionally killed innocents! Dear God, what was he going to do?

"You're in trouble now," croaked the phantom at his side.

"You are under suspicion of being Kira." 'L' said, "Of course… not the original Kira, you are Cheap Kira. Your reaction has of course… increased that chance."

Crazoa gulped loudly. Deny, deny, deny! He thought.

"W-what?! What are you talking about is this some kind of kidnapping?! A set up?!" he said nervously. "This is a set up!" he shouted, eyes darting wildly, "I don't know anything about Kira, I've been bloody framed!" The men that were holding him forced him to the ground on his stomach as he struggled.

"Would one of you be so kind as to search Mr. Canely's bag?" L said.

A heavy set man walked over to Crazoa and bent over to the boy on the floor to reach into his backpack. He retrieved the notebook.

S-so they know! Crazoa thought. How?! T-they must have caught the original Kira after all, he must have been prosecuted, am I going to die too?! No! I'm too young to die. Shit, shit, shit!!

"This is it, L." The large man said, "It's definitely real, it's got the Shinigami to go with it." He passed the Death Note around and everyone was able to see the creature. It finally reached L, who looked up at the phantom.

"Thank you," L said to the large man. Then he turned to the creature. "It's nice to meet you, Shinigami."

"Ohoh, this is definitely getting interesting!" Smith croaked, "My name's Smith, nice to meet ya!"

What is he doing?! Crazoa thought furiously and cursed the Shinigami. This was the enemy they were dealing with!

L turned back to Crazoa, and took of his mask; the other men followed suit. Crazoa realised, that the masks were a precaution in case he had made the eye deal. Christ, they knew more about the Death Note than what he would have ever thought.

Crazoa finally realised that there was no denying it. He had wanted to have some fun for longer; a year or a month at least. But seriously; a hardly even two weeks?!

"Alright you win!" Crazoa exclaimed forcefully, and then he couldn't help but grin madly. "So what are you going to do? Kill me?"

Near narrowed his eyes and cocked his head. This boy was clearly insane, perhaps just as insane as Yagami had been. Canely was not ashamed of his actions; he had not tried to create a better world yet he evidently gained pleasure from causing the deaths of others.

The young investigator had no intention of killing the boy. He was a mere 15 years old and not of age. Near was not one to break the law even if it were for the greater good. Perhaps a mental hospital would see fit.

"Of course not, but you will be put under custody with strict security. But I assure you, you will be well taken care of." L nodded.

"Well then," Crazoa gave a slight insane giggle, "Smith, you kill me!"

"Whaaaa?!" The Shinigami screeched in surprise, "Why me?!"

"Well, you'll get the remainder of my lifespan, better than just half right?" Crazoa reasoned.

Smith gave a croaky chuckle, undoubtedly enjoying the show, "Naah… I think I'll just enjoy the show for a little longer."

"Gah!" Crazoa growled and squirmed, trying to get away from the men who were holding him down. How dare that goddamn Shinigami disobey him? The boy longed to give it a good kick as he fidgeted. "You bastard! Get back here at once!"

"The Shinigami is not under your command," L interrupted the argument, "And he is not on your, nor on my side. Was this unclear when you met?"

"Hmmm, I mighta forgot to mention it!" Smith laughed gleefully.

Crazoa's angry expression faltered; he now looked… miserable, and hopeless.

The supposed L finally stood up, "Come, we might as well get this over and done with." He took his action figurine with him as he led the group out of the office. The man with the afro once again apologized to the appalled principle and untied him.

Crazoa was led out by the man who's name was apparently Rester.

As the odd group walked through the school, students watched in aghast as their idol was led away by agents. Everybody wondered what Crazoa had done that had been so bad that such official looking men were taking him away. Almost immediately, ridiculous rumours began flying through the school, but soon enough, Crazoa was a thing of the past, as the boy never returned.

The End?

I should think not!