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All is Forgotten, All is Forgiven	By : cor-te-reducit Category: Death Note > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1363 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 14
- 15
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, Melody Chance, and Piero; 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 15- Misunderstanding is a Cruel Mistress
Michiko had been struggling to light the fireplace for the past hour. Around 15:00, the power in the building had gone out. That wouldn’t had been a problem, except that it had been dark and rainy outside for the whole day. As it was, the apartment was only lit with a dull grey light that was not fit to see by and Michiko was shaking too hard to light a match properly. In a fit of frustration, she went to the kitchen and lit a couple matches by turning on the stove. After she finally lit the fireplace, she went to the hall closet to grab her cowl neck white sweater. It was a thick sweater that her mother had bought for her on a family trip to Colorado one winter. With her dark hair and black jeans, it was a contrast that set off her curves nicely. Not that she was thinking about that. She only wanted to keep the chill away.
She sat on the couch and wrapped a blanket around her waist. As she stared into the fire, she hoped that the dancing flames could hold the answers she sought. When she didn’t get what she was looking for, she sighed and looked at her cell phone that was perched on the left armrest of the couch. She didn’t want to acknowledge the picture that had been sent to her from some anonymous number. She was unstable enough as it was and L was due back in a little more than an hours time. Michiko closed her eyes and leaned her head back until it tapped the wall behind her.
‘How could I have been so stupid? Of course he would have a girlfriend and of course she would be in another country. The distance keeps the two of them safe.’ She laughed bitterly. ‘You knew you didn’t have an icicle’s chance in hell with the man. Don’t act so shocked, Michiko. Just time to keep doing what you have been doing. Emotional attachments not included.’ With that revelation, Michi stretched her arms over her head and got up. She figured picking up some snack supplies would be helpful, seeing as she made a substantial dent in them while L was away. ‘Don’t want to seem like an ungrateful roommate, now would we?’ Michi turned down the gas fireplace until only the gas logs were left glowing from the heat. As she grabbed her rain jacket and umbrella, she flipped the light switch a couple of times to make sure the lights were still out. They were. She sighed and headed out the door. ‘I’m sure L can figure it out. It is his apartment after all. No real place for me.’
A Few Hours Later
L sat silently in the back of the car. He had been sitting there for a few minutes, trying to build up the courage to go inside. He finally took in a deep breath and opened the door, letting himself out into the rain. After determining that walking a few feet to his apartment door wouldn’t cause him any risk of pneumonia, L shut the door and began walking to the stairs as the car pulled away. When he opened the door, he made sure to shut the door loudly enough to alert Michiko to his presence.
L first noticed how quiet the apartment was. There was no hum of computer monitors, the refrigerator was quiet; no sound at all. He then noticed the room was a mixture of chilling cold and soft warmth. ‘Oh. Michiko must have left the fireplace on.’ L flipped the switch next to him to confirm his suspicions on another matter. ‘No power. It’s a good thing I installed that surge protector and backup system when I moved in.’ L removed his black raincoat and hung it on one of the spare pegs by the door. He shuffled into the living area, turned up the gas on the fireplace, and struck a match from the top of the fireplace to set off a fresh fire.
L then wandered into the computer room to check how the computers were doing. He quickly spotted a pink Post-It note plastered to the border of one of the computers. He leaned in closer to read the contents of the tiny piece of paper. 16:24. Gone to the store. Be back soon. Took train. May take awhile. Michiko. L shook his head. ‘Should I be disturbed that she knows me well enough to leave notes on my computer and not on the fridge?’ L figured he may as well send her a text to let her know that he had arrived at the apartment safely. He checked the time on his cell phone and saw that Michiko had been gone for a little over an hour, seeing as it was 17:37.
‘I hope she didn’t go too far.’ When rain prevented food deliveries, it was commonplace for smaller grocery stores to close up. As such, Michiko might have had to travel quite a ways to get to the nearest chain grocery store. L sent the text message and went behind the computers to check the surge protectors. When he heard a phone beep a couple seconds after sending the text, he was struck with a foreboding realization: Michiko hadn’t taken her cell phone with her.
L took a few swift strides into the living area and saw Michiko’s cell phone on the couch. ‘She must have been in a rush when she left.’ L picked up the phone and flipped it open.
Only to see a very incriminating picture. L was fully aware what the sender of this photo was trying to do. This was a jealousy tactic; plain and simple. L had dealt with these kinds of things in the field before. ‘The person sending the photo normally does this to get a rise out of the two parties they are trying to antagonize. And what is the advice I normally give the victims? Until proven guilty or innocent, just act like the picture never existed. If you know you are innocent, do not acknowledge the sender in any way, shape, or form.’ L sighed. It was not easy to take his own advice. Especially with this being such a novel situation to begin with. ‘Don’t bring it up until she does. That will be the rule here.’ L took note of the senders phone number, shut the phone and put it back exactly where he found it.
As he turned around to go back into the office, L heard the front door open. He decided to go to the kitchen to see if Michiko needed help. As he went around the corner, he saw that Michiko had set down her grocery bags and was putting food in the cabinets and fridge with her back to him. It was certainly comforting to see her again. The white sweater and black jeans were certainly a nice touch, but seeing her physical presence was more than enough for him. ‘I should probably let her know I’m here.’
Before L could say anything, Michi turned her head and tossed something over her shoulder at him. As he caught the flying Coke can, she stood and turned to face him. “Hey, stranger. How was the flight?”
‘Ah. She must have seen my jacket.’ L saluted her with the drink she had thrown at him. “Just the generic crying children to the front, side, and back of me.” Michi laughed at his response.
“Who did you piss off to deserve that, hm?” Michi walked towards L, intending to squeeze past him and go into the living area. When he blocked her attempt to get by, she looked up, trying to read his lack of facial expressions. L looked down at the drink in his hand and then over at Michiko.
“I was able to tolerate it thanks to you.” After a brief moment of silence, L then turned and walked to the computer room, leaving Michiko to decipher his cryptic message.
‘What the fuck does he mean by that?’ Michi battled with her feelings of anger and surprise. She swiftly followed the man to the computer room to confront him. “How exactly did I help you tolerate such a horrible flight?”
L was under the desk, opening the small safe that he had instructed Michiko to place any mail that was delivered. When he saw a small invitation from Abram Oborin, he pulled it from the bundle of letters and stood up. “I went over the audio conversations that you had been able to collect from INTERPOL. Headphones can be quite handy at times.”
“Oh.” Michiko said. She wasn’t sure why she felt disappointment upon hearing his response. She snapped back to reality as L opened a small, gold embossed envelope. “Oborin, I take it?”
“Yes.” L glanced over the invitation and passed it over to Michiko. They had been invited to attend a performance of Aida at the New National Theatre as Abram’s esteemed guests. ‘Oh, God. Opera? That’s way too high class for me.’ Michi began panicking. She then felt L’s hands on her shoulders and looked up at him.
“Don’t worry so much. Just stick to the original plan. I should let you know, however, that I have been getting closer to the inner circles of Volya through this investigation. Hopefully, I will get an invitation to one of their meetings if we go to this.”
“So, basically, I shouldn’t be surprised if you ignore me most of the night?” L nodded. He then moved his hands from her shoulders and pushed them into his pockets. ‘He’s hiding something...’ Michi thought.
‘We already used the green dress at the birthday party, so I’ll have you take it back to the shop I got it from. Since I’m unsure of what opera clothing entails, I’ll put you in charge of getting the necessary outfits. They have my measurements on file, so just go with whatever you feel would match your dress.” L looked over at the computers. “I’m going to work on the computers and see if I can get these back online. Might require me going out to find a fuse or two.” L then reached in his back pocket and pulled out a plain red business card. “This has a hidden image that the shop owner knows to look for. That’s how they will know you are with me and make sure to add the clothes to my store credit.” As L handed the card to Michiko, his thumb lingered on her hand a moment longer than necessary.
Michi jerked back and cleared her throat. “Um... I can’t really remember how to get to that particular location.”
“I’ll have Piero take you there.” Michi assumed L was referring to the driver he had employed. L tapped a few things into his phone and turned back to Michiko. “He will be here shortly.” Michi nodded and headed out of the apartment. When L heard the door close, he shut his eyes tightly. ‘I can’t do it. I can’t tell her. If things change...’ L shook his head sharply. He had to focus on the current task: getting the computers back online. If he couldn’t monitor the situation at hand, he could go stir crazy. ‘Who am I kidding? It’s not about monitoring the situation. If I can’t distract myself from feeling these... feelings... then I’m just going to break down like before.’ And L couldn’t risk any sign of weakness.
Elsewhere
Michiko sat back in her seat, watching the rain drenched shops rush past. She was wondering what to do with this situation. L’s body language certainly said he missed her, but his words and actions were distancing as usual. ‘I just don’t know what to do. I wish I could get some outside advice.’
As if answering her thoughts, the car’s intercom system beeped. She pressed the button. “Yes?”
“Just checking on you, Ms. Nakashima. We should be arriving at the shop in five minutes time.”
“Thank you, Piero.” Michi considered something and then pressed the button again. “Um... Piero?”
“Yes. Ma’am?”
“Are you allowed to talk about L? Within reason, of course.” Michiko bit her lip, hoping for an affirmative answer.
“Of course. I can only tell you what I know, but I’ll answer whatever I can.”
“Thank you. How long have you been working for L? For that matter, how did you start working for him?”
Pietro chuckled. “I met Mr. Lawliet in Italy. He was there for a case review and I was hired by his associated to be his personal driver. Once my contract was up in Italy, he offered me a job to continue my services for him in Japan.”
“I see. And he is a fair employer?”
“He’s predictable. Which is nice for me. Not terribly talkative, but I think you are starting to pull him out of his shell.” Michiko blushed at the statement.
“Well, speaking part Italian to full blooded Italian,” Michiko started to say, to Piero’s laughter, “what do you think I should wear to an opera? I’m quite clueless.”
“Do you want my opinion on the dress or do you want my opinion of what Mr. Lawliet would like?” Michiko didn’t reply, so Piero continued “I’m not too knowledgeable about this kind of thing, but ask for Loraine in the dress shop. She will take very good care of you and make sure your natural beauty outshines whatever dress you pick.”
Michiko smiled. “Thank you, Piero. It’s nice to know I’m in good hands.”
“Only the best for you, Ma’am. Let me know if you need any other assistance.” The car pulled to a stop. “I will go around the block a few times. I’ll pick you up when you come out.”
Michiko pushed open the car door, remembering to grab her rental dress as she stepped out. ‘Time to get gussied up, Michiko. Let’s find something to make them talk.’
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