L was dead, killed by Raito through Rem, and Raito couldn't quell the excitement and anticipation in the pit of his stomach.

L, the only man stopping Raito from complete world domination, was dead.

Raito knew he should have been excited because there was nothing in his way now, he could be the ultimate sculptor of the world, the universe, dealing justice to those criminals who deserved it and creating a better world for the upstanding citizens of it. He should have been excited because Ryuuk was putty in his hands, the police force even more so. L had been the only thing left to stop him and now he was dead, forever.

But, well, there was another thought that was really causing the excitement. After his long, hard (pun intended), and eventually fruitless battle to gain access to L's pants...well, you see, dead boys can't say no.

...THE END!!!!

A/N: Grandaddy Lizren dun know if any of ya fandom youngsters know it but that joke is actually a super-ancient “in joke” of the DN fandom, back from around 2004/5 when we first began this fic. Yep, it's taken us that motherfreaking long to finish it. So here's our tribute to that begone era when people still referred to Light as “Raito,” and Near and Mello were yet to be born into the DN universe.

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