L poked Light. "What?" Poke. "Why are you poking me?" Poke. "Do you 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 you are kira has risen 2%." Light resisted the urge to beat the panda like detective. "Do you 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 you admitting that you are kira?" "No." L shook his head. "Denial. Another 3%." Light groaned. "That's so ANNOYING!" "I'll stop if you admit your kira." "NEVER! I'm not-" Light's yell was interrupted by a quiet, yet clear voice. "5%, 10%, 20%, 6%." It was Near. "As of this week, the chance you are Kira has risen 47%. You should be quiet and not show 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 posted 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, you wasted a couple minutes of your life and you'll never get them back. Not my fault. You decided to read this. But if you somehow LIKED this story, leave a suggestion below for my next fanfic.
A/N: I have written other fanfics, but I never posted 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, you wasted a couple minutes of your life and you'll never get them back. Not my fault. You decided to read this. But if you somehow LIKED this story, leave a suggestion below for my next fanfic.

Addie Pierce(Lucy Hale)

Renesmee ( Taylor )