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Death Note (デスノート, Desu Nōto?) is a Japanese manga series created kwa writer Tsugumi Ohba and manga artist Takeshi Obata. The series centers on Light Yagami, a chuo kikuu, chuo kikuu cha student who discovers a Supernatural notebook, the "Death Note", dropped on Earth kwa a shinigami (death god) named Ryuk. The Death Note grants its user the ability to kill anyone whose face they have seen, kwa uandishi the victim's name in the notebook. The story follows Light's attempt to create and rule a world cleansed of evil using the notebook, and the complex conflict between him, his opponents and a mysterious...

Although I upendo the anime L, the movie L seems to be zaidi smart and learn zaidi from his actions.
For one in the movie L finds a way to out smart kira, Light. kwa risking his own, something i beleve he would never do in the anime. I say this because in the anime he feels he can waste any life to get his case solved (example: Lind L Taylor) and doesn't relize that this is wrong even before he dies. but in the 3rd movie between the 21 days he has left to live he learns he can't let the little girl he likes just die, because he feels her life is valuble.
Another difference is, sadly, that the...

Ok, so we all know, he's the bad guy, but I really think he had the potential to do zaidi than what he did. I see Light as a great character, I see what he wants and I understand it (even if I don't agree on his way of doing things)

Why do I think he's awsome?

First, Light was able to hack into his father's FBI information with out even tryinig, he set up a plan for a bus incident all planed in time kwa the Dath Note.Therefor he took clasified information that belonged to the FBI secret aggent that was on the bus and used it for his own personal intentions and killed every simgle person that stood...

Just a quick little Fic that popped into my head,
for all the L mashabiki out there, Enjoy!



L sat on the high backed metal office chair in front of his computer scanning through some of the information they had gathered that day. He pulled his knees closer to his chest with his left hand while his right hand absently left the panya, kipanya and blindly felt around for his near empty strawberry Sundae glass.
L’s hand finally found the kitindamlo container and, ignoring the spoon, reached in with one long index finger, scooped out some of the whip cream and strawberry sauce that clung to the edge of the glass...