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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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Sorry I was gone for so long. I had several personal problems just crash down on me all at once. Thank you for your continued loyal readership.

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 13- Denial Is a River

I was woken up from my sleep. It was dark. And hot. Too hot. Something was wrong. I could hear my mother screaming. My dad ran into my room. Smoke came pouring in behind him. He grabbed me by the front of my shirt and pulled me towards the window. He pulled at it, but it wouldn’t budge. All I could hear was my mother, screaming down the hall. My father was yelling at the window latch. I couldn’t breathe.

I can’t breathe!

Michiko jolted awake. She was drenched in sweat, even though she was wearing a white tank top and black cotton shorts. She looked around for her source of discomfort and saw she had left the fire on during the night. ‘Damn. I must have been exhausted.’ The faint light of dawn was barely peeking through the window. Michi stood up from the couch and turned off the fire. She then walked into the kitchen and started brewing up some coffee for herself. She normally hated the taste of coffee, but she had a video conference scheduled with L today. She wanted to at least look like she was getting some sleep.

She sat at the kitchen table and rested her head in her hands. ‘That damned dream again.’ She hated remembering the worst day of her and her family’s life. The day they lost everything and moved to America. Her father had met her mother here and raised Michi in Okinawa. Things were great.

Until the fire. Until the day Michi lost her older brother.

No one knew what had happened to him. A body had never been recovered. Going through the burnt remains of their home, her parents could only find a scrap of his birth certificate that contained the first initial of his name. K. Her mother and father never spoke of him, so Michi only knew him as K. Sure; she knew she could tap a few things in her computer to find him or his death certificate. But frankly, she didn’t want to know. The mystery kept her alive. Reminded her why she did this work. All the anonymous faces that couldn’t or wouldn’t speak for themselves. When life calmed down, maybe she would go search for him. But it was highly unlikely.

The coffee pot beeped loudly that it was ready. Michi looked at her watch that was still on her wrist from the previous night. 6:43. Still three more hours until L finished his classes for the day. ‘It's hard to think of him as a teacher.’ As Michi poured herself some coffee, she had an image of L with professorial glasses, tie, and suit pop into her mind. ‘Then again, the image is certainly easy on the mind.’ She chuckled at the idea as she sipped her coffee. She figured going for a bike ride would wake her up and help pass the time before her meeting. ‘After all, I don’t want him to think I was actually waiting for him.’

Later

Michiko stepped back inside the apartment at 8:53. She had about seven minutes for a fast shower before the video conference. Michi figured black sweatpants and a red turtleneck would be decent for this conversation. ‘Not that I care what he thinks’, she thought as she walked through the computer room and into the bathroom. It was simply that it was slightly chilly outside after the random rainstorm that had hit last night.

After her quick shower, Michiko got dressed, braided her hair, and walked out to the kitchen to get a fresh cup of coffee. She had feeling she would need it. They were going to run through all of the current evidence they had on Volya which meant a long day of research. The tiny file they had compiled hadn’t grown very much in the past week and a half that L had been in England.

‘I really hope I’m not outliving my usefulness.’ Michi thought as she sat down and turned on her computer. She brought up the chat module and glanced at her watch. As the time changed from 8:59 to 9:00, the module let out a shrill ring throughout the apartment. ‘No. Not on time at all.’ Michi thought to herself as she opened the video chat box. She had never been so happy to see those panda eyes in quite awhile. ‘To think, a little less than a month ago I thought he was creepy.’ She shook herself out of her thoughts enough to nod towards the screen as she sipped her coffee.

“Hello Michiko. Not sleeping well, I see.” If she wasn’t aware of his lack of emotions, Michi could have sworn the man was smirking.

“Ha ha. Very funny. I could state the obvious to you as well.” That time, the twitch of the lips was a little more pronounced. “How were classes today?”

“No fighting today, so I think we are progressing fine.” L adjusted something off-screen before dragging a steaming cup and small bag of sugar into view. ‘Why am I not surprised.’ Michiko had given up being shocked by the small things that the two of them were syncing up on. Sending an email at the exact same time. Calling each other at the same time. Their shared sugar addiction. L added several sugar cubes to his cup before turning back to the screen. “So what do we have today?”

“Hold on, hotshot. You still need to tell me how your conversation with Near and Doormat went.” Michiko had taken a liking to calling Mello ‘Doormat’ in reference to him being passed out on the floor throughout the majority of their first meeting. L took a sip of his coffee before replying.

“It went almost how we thought it would. I’m glad you talked me out of talking to them together. Mello’s outburst was a bit more than I had anticipated. Took a while to clean up all the broken glass. Near was as placid as always, but he did express some sentiments of resentment over my self-preservation during the Kira case.” L sighed. “This is why I hate going back over the past. It reminds me there are human beings involved in my actions. Why couldn’t you have just let me keep moving forward?”

“Because I knew they hadn’t let go. I have a sense for these kinds of things.” Michi tilted her head. “If you had kept going forward, you would have left them behind permanently. And if we need them for this case, all of us have to be on the same page.” L nodded imperceptibly.

“So. Back to the case at hand. Any possible leads?” L had left Michi in charge of looking through all the possible Russian connections that Volya had while he had taken on the more global position.

“Well...” Michi bit her lower lip. L raised an eyebrow at her motion. “I found something. But it might be nothing...”

“If something looks like nothing, it is generally something.” L replied. “What did you find?”

“I remembered you bringing up the code name ‘Asha’ in reference to Oborin’s wife. Do you know if he is married?”

“Neither the older Oborin or his son are married. Lots of concubines, but nothing permanent.” L tapped a few things into his computer and soon, Michi had the list of all of the girls tied to the Oborins.

“Okay. I’ll delve into those later. But here’s what I have on Asha.” Michi downed the last bit of her coffee before going into the insane back-story. “So, Asha is a small town located on the Sim River.” As she spoke, Michi sent newspaper clippings and pictures across the secured connection. “In 1989, a gas pipeline between Asha and Ufa exploded, taking out two passenger trains and killing six hundred and fifty people. A majority of those people were children coming back from or going to holiday camps located by the Black Sea. Now, following that line of thought...” here, Michi switched gears and sent another newspaper piece over. “Back in 2011, the Russian government pulled the plug on their holiday camps located in Bulgaria. Over the years, there had been unconfirmed reports of children suffering from gastrointestinal problems while in the holiday town of Obzor. A couple children even passed away due to the severity of their symptoms. After the Russians sent a group of investigators, they decided to shut down that particular holiday camp. Since then, tourism dropped significantly and the town is essentially dead.” Michi sat back, awaiting L’s assessment.

“Interesting.” L nibbled on the end of his thumb, eyes flitting through the evidence Michi had presented. Michi watched his face for any sign of disappointment, amusement; any sign that she was on or off track. When his eyes locked back on the camera, Michi has to suppress the electric shock that ran through her body. Even though he was thousands of miles away, he still had that effect on her. “So you came across this information entirely on your own?”

Michi was puzzled by his response. “Yes, I did. Why? Did I miss something?” After tapping a few keys, L sent his recent report across to Michi. Highlighted in orange was the phrase ‘At 85% probability, it appears that the location of the Volya organization is within a fifty mile parameter of the oceanside town of Obzor, Bulgaria.’ “Um... so this isn’t news to you?” Michi’s heart sank upon seeing the report. ‘That proves it. I’m not as useful as I led myself to believe.’

“All I was doing was tracking both Obarin’s travel patterns. Your evidence clinches it. While we cannot definitively say that Obzor is the central hub of activity, we can be safe in saying that the headquarters are in that vicinity.” L nodded towards the camera. “It seems my faith in your abilities wasn’t placed blindly. Let me know the statistics of the town and any surrounding areas within that fifty mile zone. Get me tourist information, import and export, as well as any ties to other countries by way of business trades or cooperation’s.”

Michi saluted the screen in response. “I’m on it. I’ll aim to get the report to you tonight. If I find anything that requires more in depth work, I’ll send the report tomorrow.”

L smiled. “I trust you will. Take care of yourself, Michiko.” L then closed off the video and secure connection. Alone again, Michi sat back in the chair and let out the breath she had been holding in through the whole conversation. It had been so nerve racking to see his face. Sure, talking to him on the phone was one thing. But when those eyes looked at her, she felt she couldn’t hide a damn thing. And she hated feeling exposed.

She turned back to her computer and brought up the INTERPOL secure search site. ‘I may as well just get this report done with. The sooner the better. Not that I want to see him again in the very near future...’

Elsewhere

L looked over at the picture of Michiko leaning against his computer. It had been reassuring to see her face and speak to her again. It reminded him that she was not a figment of his imagination. However, his pulse had decided to go rampant the moment she had shown up on screen. ‘This is not good. I have got to put more distance between us.’ But did he really want to? ‘I may need to get another perspective on this.’ L thought to himself. Maybe all he needed was some advice from his successors.

‘How bad could it be?’ L thought to himself.

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