A/N: I don't own Death Note.

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( Get a grip World's Greatest Detective-you're much better than this. )

A/N: I do not own Death Note.

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A/N: I don't own Death Note.

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A/N: I still don't own Death Note.

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( Light was disappointed to discover he couldn't find his Raven anywhere... Not that he had been looking. No, not at all... )

A/N: I own the blackest, most brutal of all things... absolutely NOTHING!

Warning: More OOC-ness, violence, and disturbing behavior.

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( Light sighed from where he had flopped onto his bed. He glanced over to where his new guitar sat innocently in the corner. He wasn't quite sure what compelled him to take it home. He probably should have taken it to the Lost and Found or something, but then... it fell from the sky-it obviously didn't belong to anyone at school... )

A/N: I don't own Death Note!

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A/N: I don't own a thing.

For this chapter... just imagine that this is in like in the same universe as CSI or something where you get instant lab results.

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A/N: I don't own Death Note, NBC's Heroes, Marvel Comics, or DC Comics.

Warning: Explicit Language Parental Advisory suggested. (Cussing... oh the Internet my delicate sensibilities...)

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( It was lunch time at Wammy's House and Matt was just walking along through the courtyard (as usual glued to his PSP and not watching where he was going) minding his own business when he tripped on something that had been lying on the ground. )