The Explosive Death note

Light Yagami looked at the explosive death note in his hands and felt happy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his fabulous surroundings. He had always loved oriental Japan with its joyous, jealous Japanese People. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of L Lawliet. L was a sassy Sherlock Holmes with fat hair and tiny bellybutton.

Light gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an awesome, funny, potato chip drinker with lanky hair and fabu-haired bellybutton. His friends saw him as a great, gigantic God of the new world. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a putrid Light's Dad.

But not even an awesome person who had once jumped into a river and saved a putrid Light's Dad, was prepared for what L had in store today.

The rain hammered like kissing dogs, making Light sassy.

As Light stepped outside and L came closer, he could see the fuzzy smile on his face.

"I am here because I want evidence against Light Yagami," L bellowed, in a cray cray tone. He slammed his fist against Light's chest, with the force of 3994 unicorn. "I frigging hate you, Light Yagami."

Light looked back, even more sassy and still fingering the explosive death note. "L, I will write your name in my death note," he replied.

They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two careful, comfortable cats tornado kicking at a very swaggy funeral, which had vocaloid music playing in the background and two shit uncles fapping to the beat.

Suddenly, L lunged forward and tried to punch Light in the face. Quickly, Light grabbed the explosive death note and brought it down on L's skull.

L's fat hair trembled and his tiny bellybutton wobbled. He looked fabulous, his body raw like a happy, high handcuffs.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later L Lawliet was dead.

Light Yagami went back inside and made himself a nice drink of potato chip.