L poked Light. "What?" Poke. "Why are آپ poking me?" Poke. "Do آپ need cake?" Poke. "Stop frikin poking me!" Light grabbed the plate of cake that L was eating and threw it across the room. "The chance آپ are kira has risen 2%." Light resisted the urge to beat the panda like detective. "Do آپ even keep track of this 'chance I am kira' thing?" Light asked. L nodded and pointed to his head. "In my mind." "Then wouldn't it be at like 100% now?" "Are آپ admitting that آپ are kira?" "No." L shook his head. "Denial. Another 3%." Light groaned. "That's so ANNOYING!" "I'll stop if آپ admit your kira." "NEVER! I'm not-" Light's yell was interrupted سے طرف کی a quiet, yet clear voice. "5%, 10%, 20%, 6%." It was Near. "As of this week, the chance آپ are Kira has risen 47%. آپ should be quiet and not دکھائیں any sign of violence to prevent your percentage from going up." Light had a shocked emotion on his face. It's true, Light thought. In all the fanfictions he had been put in, he could've just shut up and the chance he was kira would stop going up. "I blame the authors of my fanfictions." Light mumbled. "Blaming others for what is CLEARLY your fault? Another 3%." And Light continued a loop of raising his percentage.
A/N: I have written other fanfics, but I never گیا کیا پوسٹ them and I don't plan to. I was writing this(or "typing this" to be correct) as I go along, so if it sucked well, آپ wasted a couple منٹ of your life and you'll never get them back. Not my fault. آپ decided to read this. But if آپ somehow LIKED this story, leave a suggestion below for my اگلے fanfic.