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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 things I own are Michiko Nakashima and Melody Chance, characters of my own creation.

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 12: Home Is Where the Heart Is

“Ladies and gentlemen, we will soon be starting our descent into London Heathrow Airport. At this time, we would like to request that you power down all electronic devices and remain in your seats with seat belts firmly fastened.”

L finished typing up his final notes and sent them over a low interference wireless connection to Michiko. He then closed his laptop and slid it into the computer case on the seat next to him. Whenever he travelled, he always made sure to buy two seats in order to discourage any unwanted conversations. ‘So why do I keep looking over at that seat?’ L sighed and pushed his glasses up higher on his nose. He was relying on his old 'Italian business associate' persona since he needed to keep a low profile. His Italian was fairly strong and his height and slicked back hair worked in his favor. What he couldn’t understand was why most of the women on the plane kept looking over at him.

‘I guess what they say about Italian sex appeal must be true...’ An unbidden picture of Michiko flashed in his mind as the thought passed. ‘Well, yes, I’m aware she is Italian in some regard. But that wasn’t what I meant.’ L looked out the window on his right. The sun was beginning to set over London as the plane spirelled its way to the runway. The oranges, reds, and gold of the sunset swirled together to mimick the colors that L had seen in Michi’s eyes just days before...

‘Huh. I suppose I must have gotten used to her company.’ L looked at his watch as the landing gears touched down on the pavement. ‘It’s only a supposition, however. I’m seventy percent certain that this is just a passing feeling of loss. I’ll get over it soon enough.’ L had worked with other people in the past and it had been relatively easy to forget them after a time.

Once the seatbelt sign had been deactivated, L picked up his laptop bag and walked to the front of the plane. He had been alerted by Near that there would be a driver at the airport to take him to Wammy’s House. When he saw the trademark orange hair, however, he immediately wished he could take a cab. ‘Only Mello was available. Here’s hoping I survive the drive through London rush hour traffic.’

“Hey stranger. Your girlfriend not come with you?” Mello grinned as he pushed off the wall he had been leaning on.

“She had work to do at the station. Besides, would it really be in my best interest to be travelling with another person?” Mello shrugged in response and walked alongside L out to the parking lot. L had alerted the keepers at Wammy House that he would be forwarding his luggage ahead of him, so they didn’t have to worry about waiting at the luggage carosel. The two walked through the parking lot to a nondescript black mini cooper. Thankfully, the proprietors had had the forsight to tint the windows so L didn’t need to worry about being recognized through his disguise.

The ride to Wammy House was dead silent. L was not much of a talker and that sat fine with Mello. But Mello realized something as they pulled up the driveway to the place the two men called home.

“Hey, L. Why didn’t you disagree with me when I asked where your girlfriend was? Are you two actually an item?” Mello parked and pulled out a chocolate bar, looking over at L expectantly.

“No. You are well aware that I have no time or place for any romantic interests. Not to mention, I wouldn’t want to consider the level of danger that could befall her if we were ‘an item’, as you put it.”

“So you have thought of it!” Mello grinned as he looked at L. “When’s the wedding?”

“Not considering it, M. End of discussion.” L opened the car door and stepped out into the Winchester weather. It was uncharacteristically chilly this year, approximately thirty nine degrees farenheight, but with no snow on the ground as of yet. As L walked through the wrought iron gate, a figure appeared in the opening doorway. L smiled as he saw the caretaker, Roger Ruvie, standing in the doorway. Roger had been around L as often as Watari had been, and L thought kindly of the man. Yes, Roger was known to not be a fan of children, but once those children grew up, he could be considered a good mentor.

“I heard that Near received contact from you recently. I couldn’t bring myself to believe it.” Roger reached out and shook L’s hand. “We have your old room set up for you. Unless you feel you need other accomadations.”

“My old room is fine, Roger. Tell me what has been going on in my absence.” L walked side by side with the man to the conference room down the hall.

“I’m not sure what you know or don’t know, so forgive me if I give you information that you have already been disclosed.” L nodded and Roger continued. “About a year after Watari’s death, we began looking into other ways that we could assist the underprivledged youth. Naturally, I looked into the patterns of abandoned youth as provided by local hostels, other orphanages and such. An alarming pattern started emerging.” Here, Roger took out a ring of keys with which to unlock the conference room door. As he fiddled with the keys, he continued his speech. “Many of the youth either personally reported or it was discovered in their files that they had been abandoned due to possible psychic abilities that caused them to be abandoned or run away.” As L digested the information, Roger unlocked the door and let L inside.

“So why are we interested in this?” L crouched in the nearest chair and removed his glasses. He then ran his fingers through his hair so that he didn’t have to deal with the slicked back feeling anymore.

“For the past five years, we have been taking in youths with so called ‘psychic’ abilities and assessing them for emotional disturbances as well as testing their abilities. We have a new wing that houses them so that they are not disturbed by the other children. They take the same basic courses as the other children before they are branched off into their specialties.”

L sighed. ‘How times have changed...’ It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in the psychical, but he did believe that people put more emphasis in those abilities than good old fashioned intelligence.

“How can I help?” L knew where this was going, but he had to ask anyways.

“Since one of our criminology teachers is on leave, I wanted to know if you would be willing to fill in until they return at the end of the month.”

‘Teaching... this could be a good change for me. Get my mind off of certain aspects of my life.’ L tilted his head in mock consideration before giving his answer. “So long as it doesn’t go over a month. I have to be back in Japan by October 30th.”

“Of course. We expect Ms. Chance to return before or on that date.”

“Melody is teaching here?” L remembered Melody Chance. She was one of the shy, older girls that had frequented the halls of Wammy House when he was here. Only a couple years older than him, he had felt that there wouldn’t be any harm in asking her out for a date when he was fourteen. She had been gracious enough to accept and they had a nice time wandering through Winchester proper. Both knew it wouldn’t go anywhere outside that one date, but it had bolstered young L’s self confidence.

“Ah, yes. I forgot you were already aquainted with Ms. Chance. She got her degree in child and young adult psychology at Columbia University. She’s been working for us for the past four years. She is a terrific psychoanalyst and the children do love it when she is here.” Roger’s unstated fact did not go past L.

“In other words, she is a good maternal figure.” Roger laughed at L’s conclusion. Nothing ever escaped L.

“That too, sir.” Roger adjusted his glasses and looked at his watch. “Seeing how late it is, sir, would you like dinner brought up to your room? I am certain you want to get some work done.”

“Yes, that sounds like a good idea.” L picked up his glasses from the table and walked out the door that Roger held open for him. L then followed Roger to his old room. Plain as it was, it still served its purpose. A window with a window seat was directly across from the door with a blackout curtain tied up to one side. A single rolling chair sat in the middle of the room. To the left was a desk of computers and wall of TV screens. To the right was a hidden door panel that led to the bathroom. L noticed that the room had been soundproofed recently. ‘They must have done that shortly after I left.’

After reassuring Roger that everything was set up properly, L quietly closed the door and picked up the master remote on the desk. He hit one button to activate the TV’s and one to boot up the computers. He knew most of his night was going to be spent reprogramming the computers, so he took off his jacket and walked over to the window seat. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his spare jeans and white, long sleeve shirt out of the computer bag he had with him. After changing, he pulled down the blackout curtain and walked to the rolling chair. He sat in his normal crouching position and pulled out his laptop. He plugged that computer into a master cord so that that one laptop would automatically reprogram all of the computers that were plugged into that cord. Less work and less fuss that L had to deal with.

As he flipped through the suveilance videos, L looked down at his laptop bag. There was one small manilla folder tucked in one of the internal pockets. L sighed and reached down to pick it up. He knew what it was. He had just been hoping he wouldn’t need it. He placed the folder in front of him and debated on whether it was in his best interest to open it. He sighed and caved in.

He flipped open the folder to see bright, hazel eyes stare back at him. Michiko’s eyes. He had taken her police record folder along with him for the trip. He still couldn’t fathom what part of him had wanted to take it, but seeing her there was reassuring to him. He took the picture out and leaned it against one of the monitors in front of him. He knew that there was a button he could push to bring up his apartment on the TV’s, but he didn’t want to intrude on her privacy.

‘What is happening to me? I’ve never cared about someone’s privacy before. Nor have I missed anyone to this extent before.’ L glanced down at Michiko’s picture. ‘Is missing someone the first step? Or would caring for their safety come first?’ For the first time in a long time, L buried his face in his hands, trying desperately to keep unwanted thoughts and feelings at bay.

‘I can’t do this again. I can’t risk falling apart. I don’t miss her... I don’t miss her...’
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