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All is Forgotten, All is Forgiven	By : cor-te-reducit Category: Death Note > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: All is Forgotten, All is Forgiven

Author: kathleenrose747

Pairing: L (Lawliet, Ryuzaki, Eraldo Coil, Denueve, Hideki Ryuga)/OC

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I have not, nor will I ever own anything relating to the idea, copyright, persons/characters and creation of Death Note. I also don't own any of the sweets mentioned in here. The only thing I own is Michiko Nakashima, a character of my own creation. I also do not own the song 'Perfect' by Alanis Morissette or 'Un Giorno Per Noi' by Josh Groban. I attribute the translation of the Josh Groban song to Sandy on the AllTheLyrics.com boards.

Authors Note: I do use some of L's other aliases in the story. If you get confused, go to the Death Note Wiki or just look up L on Wikipedia to get a background on his aliases. I won't go into too much background with those names and their uses. Also, L is 29 years old in this story. So yes, we can consider it AU. Please review with constructive criticism. I would also like unadulterated praise, if it is available. :)

Chapter 10: A Night To Remember

The following day was a nightmare for Michiko. She had woken up in L's apartment, only to find that he had gone to the police station. There was a note on the refrigerator saying that she had until 16:00 to get all of her things from her friends' apartment over to his place. He also wrote that she needed to be dressed and ready to leave by 18:00 as the party would begin at 19:30.

'Great. He doesn't even have the common decency to ask me if I want to move in with him.' Michi sighed and rubbed her temples. She knew it was part of the plan, but it still felt strange to her that she had been working with this man for little more than a week and they were already moving in together. She shook off the last of her sleep and turned towards the door. 'I may as well get this over with.'

To Michi's delight, both Ty and Ana had gone out for the day. She quickly gathered her sparse belongings together from the closet and bathroom. She then wrote a brief note to them, thanking them for their hospitality and stating that she was moving into an apartment within their complex. She promised to call them often and to let them know when they could come over to visit.

With that awkwardness out of the way, Michi began her multiple trips back and forth to move her belongings to L's apartment. It wasn't that she had a lot of items, it was simply that they were all packed in their own separate bags. After five trips and a brief chai latte break, Michi had gotten all of her necessities into her new home. She decided that leaving them in the hall closet was her best bet until other arrangements were made. She didn't want to take up much space. She looked at her watch and saw that it was only 11:00.

'What the hell am I going to do for seven hours?!' Michi took a deep breath. 'I may as well just waste some time on the computer and do some small stuff to get ready for the party.'

After listening to few songs, painting her nails, and doing a sufficiently long yoga routine, Michi got a text from L around 16:00. This is your two hour warning. L.

'It's going to take me awhile to get used to seeing the letter L instead of R.' Michi shook her head and walked to the closet. She grabbed the box that contained the dress that L had purchased for her along with a pair of strappy, silver stilletos that she had picked up from the costume shop. She then rummaged through her bag for some hair accessories, jewelry, and bathing necessities. After gathering everything along with her makeup box, she walked through the computer room towards the bathroom.

After searching high and low for any cameras, Michi felt safe enough to take off her clothes and hop into the shower. She then washed her hair with a new gingerbread scented shampoo and conditioner and grabbed her loofah to lather up with her rose and honey body wash. As her hands moved over her body, her brain decided to play a horrible trick on her and brought the image of L to her mind. That he was there with her, holding her close to him. Her brain then set her nerves on fire at the thought of him nibbling on her ear, running his nails down her back, hands moving lower...

'GAH! Nononononono!!!' Michi reached behind her and turn the shower to the 'ice fucking cold' position. She stood there under the freezing water and let the thought slip from her mind and down the drain. 'I can't think like that. I have to stay focused on the mission at hand. I have no time for a relationship. Especially not with him. Hell, what would my mother think.' Michi laughed as she thought of how that particular phone conversation would go. ''Hello, mother. Oh, nothing much. Just wanted to tell you I'm considering sleeping with my boss, despite my Southern upbringing.'' Michi snorted in disbelief at herself. 'You're stronger than that Michiko. No need to give in to baser emotions. You have a job to do.'

She turned off the water and stepped from the shower into the cold air of the bath room. She toweled herself dry and threw on a robe, on the off chance that L would be there earlier than he claimed. She then plugged in her hair dryer and quickly dried her hair. She figured having her hair straight would seem a lot more dignified than in pin tight curls. After her hair was thoroughly dried and straightened, she pulled all of her hair into a tight side ponytail that fell behind her left shoulder. Once the hair band was secured and she was certain no stray hairs would fall out, Michi then took a few bobby pins and pinned in a cloth rose just behind her left ear. She had chosen a dark red rose in full bloom, because she felt that would be appropriate for any possible tango dancing that could ensue. She moved on to make up and dusted a light pink blush on her cheeks, followed with a light gold over her eyelids. After applying a bronze eyeliner, black mascara, and a pale bronze lipstick, Michi stepped back to look at the effect.

She looked like she was going on a date.

Michi sighed and turned towards the dress. 'I really hope he doesn't get the wrong idea.'

Meanwhile

L sat quietly in the back of the car. He had already showered at work and picked up his suit at the store. What he couldn't get out of his head was the thought of Michiko getting ready at his apartment.

'Yes, I'm aware I'm only human. Still, this isn't normal for me. I could blame this on latent hormones or 'puppy love', but I can't really see it as such. Psychologically speaking, I could be searching for a replacement for the mother I never knew. But I know of no sane person that would want to sleep with their mother.' L sighed and closed his eyes. 'Biologically and chemically speaking, these feelings all makes sense. But why now?' L's thoughts were cut short as the car rolled to a stop. He opened the door and walked up the stairs towards his apartment. By now, Michi should be dressed and ready to head out. He knocked politely on the front door before poking his head in.

He heard a soft sound coming from the computer room. As he walked towards the room, he realized he was hearing a song. He leaned back against the door to the bathroom and listened to the last refrains of the melody that Michiko was singing to herself.

Be a good girl

You've gotta try a little harder

That simply wasn't good enough

To make us proud

I'll live through you

I'll make you what I never was

If you're the best, then maybe so am I

Compared to him compared to her

I'm doing this for your own damn good

You'll make up for what I blew

What's the problem, why are you crying

Be a good boy

Push a little farther now

That wasn't fast enough

To make us happy

We'll love you just the way you are

If you're perfect

L was startled by the lyrics. It didn't sound like something Michiko would know. Then he remembered what Near had said at their meeting yesterday.

"Everyone has their skeletons, L. You know that better than anyone."

He sighed. What Near had said was true. He knew about skeletons better than anyone. And not just in the forensics sense. He then leaned forward and turned around. As he knocked lightly on the door, he heard a small gasp and a rustling sound before Michiko opened the door and poked her head out.

He had to admit she looked stunning. She had decided to go light on the makeup. If anything, it enhanced her natural beauty even more than normal. However, she looked a little embarressed at the moment.

"Did I interrupt something?" L asked. Michi smirked at the question.

"I'm sure you heard me. So why don't you answer that question for yourself." L tilted his head and Michi sighed. "Since you're here, I hope you wouldn't mind helping me with something."

"I'll help in any way that I can." As soon as the words slipped out, he immediatly regretted it. 'In any way...'

"I'm not exactly double jointed. Would you mind zipping up the back of the dress for me?" Michi then looked at the floor, clearly wishing she could find a way out of the situation. L nodded and Michi stepped out from behind the door. When she turned around, L had to stop himself from staring and focus on the task at hand. As he focused on the zipper, his gaze slipped to her left shoulder blade. Something was slightly off. L stopped mid-zip and gently moved Michi's hair that covered the tattoo over her left shoulder blade.

Michi inhaled sharply at the feeling of L's cold fingers on her shoulder. 'Shit. I was hoping to keep that covered a little longer.' The silence between them asked more than any question could. She sighed and rolled her left shoulder. "It's a reminder of my family." She didn't need to look in the mirror to remind her of what was there: a small, elaborate tree with four stars twinkling above it, representing herself, her father, her mother, and her little sister, Rose. She had been inspired by the image of the White Tree of Gondor to do a similar design on her shoulder.

L finished zipping up Michi's dress and then rested his hands on her shoulders. She shivered as the chill from his hands ran through her body. "I'm sorry. I keep forgetting how cold my hands can be." L stepped back so that Michi could turn around comfortably.

"It's okay. Whenever I encounter someone with cold hands, an old saying from my grandmother always passes through my mind." Michiko then walked over to her chair in front of the computer screens and picked up her calf length black coat. After the coat was securely on her, she turned to see L looking at her with an indeterminable expression on his face.

"So what was it your grandmother used to say to you?" Michi smiled softly before replying.

"Cold hands. Warm heart." Michi then turned and walked out of the room. L leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

'Why does she have such faith in me?' L stood there a few moments more before following Michiko to the front door.

The two detectives walked side by side out to the street. Neither of them were comfortable with their current situation. But with everything that was riding on this encounter, they had to have their game faces on. L opened the door for Michi and she slid in to sit in the far left seat. She squeezed herself as close to the window as possible so that she did not have to risk physical contact with L. After her shower, she was afraid of any residual tension that a simple touch could set off. ‘Aw shit. And we have to dance later.’ Michiko groaned softly. ‘I am so screwed.’ L settled in next to Michi, noting her groan of displeasure. He remembered his earlier musings about whether or not he could be capable of love again.

‘Even if I could, it’s clear those feelings would not be reciprocated.’ L leaned forward and knocked on the dividing window. Both detectives then settled in for what would be a very long and awkward car ride.

One Hour Later

Michiko stared in awe at the architecture of the Saitama Museum of Modern Art. The cube structure looked like it had been created out of multiple squares of various shapes and sizes. Currently, the building was lit from the inside with a soft golden light and she could hear music wafting from the open doors. As the driver made his way to the underground car park, Michi felt L’s hand on her shoulder. She turned to see him holding a tiny wire.

“I think it’s best if we keep in contact with these earphones. We will not be able to directly communicate with each other, but we can listen in on the other persons conversation and intervene if needed.” Michi nodded and tapped her left ear, signaling that that would be the best place to put her earpiece. Since her ponytail fell behind her left shoulder, the hair would cover the tiny wire with no problem. Especially if L knew where to hide the wire.

L hesitated before interpretting Michi’s signal to mean that she wanted him to put the wire on her. He slid closer to her, since the darkness of the car park prevented him from seeing her ear unless he was closer. He handed her the earpiece so that she could determine how far in her ear it needed to be. He then looped the clear wire over her ear and slipped the tiny wireless receiver into her hair band, readjusting the rose so that the petals covered a wider range of her ponytail.

Michi kept her shivers to herself as she felt L’s fingers dance lightly over the top of her ear, the edge of her neck, and lightly tangle themselves in her hair as he tried to adjust the wireless receiver. ‘I’m reading too much into this. I’m reading too much into this.’ Michi took a deep breath and pushed the images from her earlier shower into the back of her brain. When L withdrew his hands, Michi looked over at him. The two of them were so close, they could see their reflection in the other’s eyes. L cleared his throat and reached behind him to open the door. He then slipped out, never once breaking eye contact with Michiko. He then reached in for her hand, helping her out of the car.

The two of them walked up the stairs and out into the cool air. As they moved towards the building, L noticed that they were walking in perfect unison. ‘Hm. I may have to shake up the game sooner than I thought.’ If they seemed too accustomed to each other so soon, people could read between the lines and ask some awkward questions. There was one way around it, but it required Michiko’s complete cooperation.

“Before we go inside,” L squeezed Michi’s elbow, pulling her to a stop behind a cherry blossom tree. “There is one more thing we need to do to complete this facade.” He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a small, black velvet covered box.

‘You have got to be fucking kidding me...’ Michiko quickly forgot how to breathe when she saw the small box. ‘Great. One more level to this insane charade.’ L slowly opened the box, revealing an emerald set off by fourteen small diamonds in a flower setting. This setting was held in place by a medium width gold band. Michiko suspected that L had had some help in getting this ring, but she was not going to question it.

“So. We’ve only known each other a little over a week and you’re asking me to be your fake fiance?”

“If it raises the believeability of our fake relationship, than yes. Consider this a fake proposal.” Michi could tell that L was trying really hard to keep a straight face by the way he hid his eyes behind his bangs.

“L. Can I ask you something?” He shook his bangs out of his eyes and looked down at her. “Have you ever had inside jokes with people before?”

“None I can remember off the top of my head. I’ve been told I have a rather morbid sense of humor.” L tilted his head to look at Michiko. The moonlight drifted through the branches of the tree to fall on his eyes. If Michiko didn’t know any better, she could have sworn she saw a flicker of hope behind them.

‘Yeah, right. As if this guy could ever pull himself out of his ego long enough to love someone else.” Michi let out a breath that she hadn’t realised she had been holding and then offered her left hand to L. L pulled the ring out of the box and held Michiko’s hand steady as he slipped the ring onto her left ring finger.

‘Wait... why the hell is this a perfect fit?’ Before she could ask any questions, L put the box back in his breast pocket and grabbed Michi’s hand, pulling her out from the shelter of the tree’s shadow. He then placed his arm around her and pulled her close.

“It’s showtime, Karina.” Michiko nodded and slipped into her Russian whore persona.

‘Yes. It is showtime.’ As she ran her left thumb over the ring, she wondered who it was she had to convince.

Song: Perfect by Alanis Morissette

If you want to see the ring in question, here is the link: http://www.rakuten.com/prod/emerald-and-diamond-flower-ring-10k-yellow-gold/211356123.html
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