I was distracted from my History homework by a man proclaiming himself the best detective in the world. 

The man's nameplate proclaimed him Liam L. Jenkins, and the red text floating above his head confirmed that to be his actual name. What wasn't confirmed was his status as the real L. 

"Ohh, look at this, Little Sis. This guy is just asking for you to write down his name. Why not give it a try?"

I snorted. "It would be silly for L to appear on TV. After all, Azrael has already killed several people on the air. This guy is probably just some pawn." My gaze flickered downward, returning to the dreadful essay.  

"So you're just gonna leave him? Geez, you really are no fun," said the Shinigami.

"Let's see if Azrael kills him. If not, maybe I'll kill him off in a couple of days - Azrael would be blamed for the death, no doubt. But assuming L isn't a complete idiot, this has got to be a trap of some sort. I won't take the bait."

Ezerion snickered. "Maybe [i]I'll[/i] write down his name just to screw you over, Little Sis. Serves you right for being so boring."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't be a dummy. If I get caught right away everything will be [i]really[/i] boring for you. You know I have plans. Just be a good Shinigami and wait, 'kay?"

With a grunt, the specter said, "Have it your way, but you owe me."

I sighed dramatically, burying my head in my History textbook. What a pain!