l poked Light. "What?" Poke. "Why are bạn poking me?" Poke. "Do bạn 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 bạn are kira has risen 2%." Light resisted the urge to beat the panda like detective. "Do bạn 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 bạn admitting that bạn are kira?" "No." l shook his head. "Denial. Another 3%." Light groaned. "That's so ANNOYING!" "I'll stop if bạn admit your kira." "NEVER! I'm not-" Light's yell was interrupted bởi a quiet, yet clear voice. "5%, 10%, 20%, 6%." It was Near. "As of this week, the chance bạn are Kira has risen 47%. bạn should be quiet and not hiển thị 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 đã đăng them and I don't plan to. I was nghề viết văn this(or "typing this" to be correct) as I go along, so if it sucked well, bạn wasted a couple phút of your life and you'll never get them back. Not my fault. bạn decided to read this. But if bạn somehow LIKED this story, leave a suggestion below for my tiếp theo fanfic.