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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.

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 3: Observations

As Michi awoke, she took immediate note of her surroundings. Where was she? She was in her friend's apartment in Meguro, Japan. Was she in any immediate danger? No, she could move her limbs and breathe easily. She did feel tense from the plane ride, though. Since she had full control of her faculties, what did her body need in that moment? Michi's body required the use of the bathroom, shower, clothes and food, in that order.

As Michi waited for Ty to finish his forty-five minute shower, she flipped through her employee handbook that she had collected from her mail that morning. Apparently, the NPA already knew she was here. She didn't know whether to be flattered or freaked out. She flipped through the requisite dress code, employee contact list and safety precautions, only to stop on her favorite part of every work manual: the sexual harassment code. Thanks to her past experiences with being the only female in an all male work environment, Michi had learned that the sexual harassment code was a girl's best (and worst) friend. Depending on the wording, she could easily get into trouble with her male colleagues. It was rarely as easy for the guys to get in trouble, but Michi had learned how to roll with and throw a few punches in order to gain the guys' respect. This code was a lot stricter than most, even citing that emotional attachments to one's colleagues could interfere with a productive work environment. Huh. This was going to be an interesting group.

Just then, Ty walked out of the bathroom, followed by a thick cloud of steam. 'Great. A cold shower on the first day of work.' Michi thought. Thanks to the high humidity outside, Michi was going to have to blow dry her hair before going outdoors. Otherwise, her hair would never dry off. That meant a five-minute shower instead of the ten minutes she had hoped for. Cursing her luck, Michi hopped in the shower and quickly washed up with orange blossom shower gel before washing her hair with a rose scented shampoo and conditioner combination. She then stepped gingerly onto the bathmat and grabbed her robe from the doorjamb. She walked into Ana and Ty's room, only to find Ana curling her hair in front of the wall length mirror.

"Morning Ana. Can I borrow your hair dryer?"

"Of course. Just let me finish this curl so we don't blow a fuse." Michi laughed and sat down next to her friend. Ana unplugged her curler and set up the blow dryer. She then offered to dry Michi's hair for her, since her shoulders were still sore from the flight the night before. Michi heartily accepted and watched as Ana combed through her hair.

Despite Michiko's name, her looks did not belay her quarter Japanese heritage. She had always been told she had very 'universal' looks, thanks to her Japanese grandmother and Italian grandfather on her mother's side. On her father's side of the family, she only knew her grandmother, who was half Irish and half Scottish. Her paternal grandfather had been born and raised in Germany. Unfortunately, he had died of tuberculosis two weeks before Michiko had been born. Thanks to everyone's genetic help, Michiko could have passed as a commoner in any country. The only Japanese part of her that showed was her petite stature and flawless, porcelain skin. Her mid length curly brown hair that fell just below her shoulders was a gift from her Italian grandfather and her strong hazel eyes were attributed to her Scottish roots. According to the family, the German and Irish bloods had only donated their drinking abilities to Michiko, not that she had tested that out lately. Her favorite alcohols were Guinness beer and a Cupcake Vineyards Riesling from the Mosel river region of Germany. So maybe there was some proof to her family's claims.

As Ana put the finishing touches on Michi's hair, Michi began to mentally rummage through her limited wardrobe for a first day at work outfit. She settled on her black pantsuit with the plunging V collar. For modesty's sake, she would wear a lavender tank top underneath the jacket. Topped with her black loafers with the one-inch heel, Michi felt she would make a decent impression on her first day at work. Ana rummaged through her jewelry box while Michi got dressed.

"I know the whole something borrowed something blue crap only applies to weddings, but I want you to have a great first day at work. I know you're wearing blue lingerie..." Ana winked before continuing "... and that pantsuit is old since it came from a thrift store. That top is new since I can still see the tag sticking out at the back." Michi blushed and plucked the offending tag from it's home. Ana smiled when she saw the blush creep up on Michi's face. "That only means you need something borrowed. I know you don't like flashy jewelry, but I think these will be appropriate for today." Here, Ana opened her hands to reveal a small pair of silver hoops, intertwined with a thread of gold that followed the loop. Michi gasped and hugged her generous friend. She put on the earrings, wolfed down her breakfast, grabbed her bento box that Ty had thoughtfully prepared for her and left to catch her train.

Later That Day

Michi collapsed in her chair. It was not even noon and she had a pile of papers to fill out. Upon arriving at the police station, she had been greeted by the chief of police and led to her office. She had her own office, overlooking Tokyo Station and furnished in cherry wood. The human resources representative had been waiting in the office for Michi to fill out some basic paperwork. Not even twenty minutes into organizing her office, the chief had knocked on her door asking for her assistance in translating for a few 'American kids' who had been suspected of smuggling cocaine into Japan.

It had turned out that only one of the three kids knew anything about it and had been charged with intent to distribute. Michi had to give the kid credit, though. It was hard enough to smuggle coke from South America into the United States, let alone onto a flight to Japan. Michi had then needed to call the distraught mother and the American embassy. She had discovered that the kid was wanted for a prior conviction of breaking and entering in Arizona. As such, she needed to fill out a stack of papers to get the kid extradited and escorted from Japan to California and, finally, into the arms of Arizona police. 'Why did I sign up for this?' Michi thought to herself as she typed up the interrogation report. She sipped on her iced chai latte that her assistant had brought to her a few moments ago. Why she had an assistant, was anyone's guess. Her compatriots probably thought everyone in America had an assistant, so they had gotten her one. She was at a loss with what to do with the poor guy, so she sent him on random errands.

As Michi put the finishing touches on her report, there was a soft knock at the door. She groaned inwardly as she stood to welcome her assistant, Toichi Saito. Toichi immediately bowed, which told Michi something was up.

"Forgive the intrusion, Nakashima-san, but the Chief needs your help. They have a Russian in room 18 and they need your translating skills." This time, Michi made her displeasure known by lowering her head and letting out a low groan. She then looked up, took a deep breath and bowed to Toichi.

"Thank you, Saito-kun. I will go over there immediately. In the meantime, could you unpack and organize my law books for me? Please do it by country and then each countries region. Alphabetically, please." Toichi bowed and set right to work unpacking the boxes. Michi grabbed a manila folder and stuffed it with blank papers. If she was going to confront a new person, she liked to look like she had read up on them. Even if it was only a prop, the folder put many criminals and suspected criminals on edge. She also took the time to put on some fake reading glasses and tie her hair up in a makeshift bun. Every Russian she had interrogated seemed to have a penchant for the 'sexy teacher' look. However, that could just be the male species in general. Whatever it was, Michi's supposed sex appeal had helped to drag out many a helpful tidbit in the past. Surely there was no harm in using it here. She also grabbed a Hi-Chew to suck on as she walked to the interrogation room. It would help her focus.

Michi stepped on the elevator just as the chief ran to the elevator door. Michi held the door open for him and he stepped in gratefully.

"I'm sorry to work you so hard on your first day, Nakashima-san. However, we have been without a decent translator for almost a year. So these cases have kind of piled up." He looked over at her sheepishly.

"It's alright, Chief. I kind of expected it, what with how quickly my application was accepted." Michi pressed the fifth floor button and rode quietly up with the Chief, gathering her wits in the process. The chief cleared his throat as they arrived at their stop.

"I shouldn't be telling you this, but your performance is going to be evaluated today by one of my superiors. I'm not telling you how to do your job, but it would behoove you to go well beyond your training."

'In other words,' Michi thought, 'don't make it look like I made a poor choice in hiring you.' Michi smiled warmly as they walked to door 18. "I promise I will not let you down, sir."

"I have full faith in you. Here is the mans record, so you can peruse it as you will." Michi took the paper and placed it in her prop file. With one final nod, she walked through the door to the interrogation room as the chief walked into the adjoining observation room.

'It's now or never, Michiko. Let's show them what you are made of.'

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Michi immediately noted that the room was freezing cold. However, the man in front of her didn't seem to notice or care. His grey blue eyes pierced right through her as he ruffled his short black hair. 'Good. He noticed the file.' The tic had given his nerves away. Michi sat down so that she was seated at the head of the table with the man on the right side of the square table. She then scooted her chair a little to the right so that her legs could be clearly seen. Though she was wearing pants, they hugged in all the right places. Also, the way Michi sat forced the man to tilt his head and look to the left in order to look at her, which was the natural reading position for Russian readers. By forcing him to mimic learned reading techniques of left to right with his eyes, Michi knew this could put the man more at ease. To Michi's left, the black observation glass appeared completely opaque. But she knew better. Her job and the chief's reputation could be at stake if she messed up.

Michi sat there for a moment, letting the tension build between her and her target. She then crossed her legs and calmly reached for the manila folder with her left hand to prop it against her knee. She calmly pulled out the six pages that the chief had given her and began to read through it.

"So. Andrei Garin." Michi spoke in a lower register, as it befitted the Russian language, "You have been through the hoops many times, comrade." Here, she began to list off his many offenses and the subsequent punishments. "Stealing bread: eighteen months in prison. Breaking and entering: ten months, with early release for good behavior. Manslaughter with a deadly weapon: only fifteen months." Here, Michi raised her eyebrow, looking at Andrei for answers.

"It should say I took a plea bargain." Andrei mumbled. If a bear could talk, his low, grumbling voice would perfectly mimic Andrei's. 'A man who enjoys his cigarettes, I see.' Michi put the file back on the table.

"I will make sure that gets noted in your file, comrade. Now," Here Michi leaned forward, jutting out her breasts in the process, "Would you mind telling me why you are in this room right now?"

Andrei licked his lips and looked nervously at the observation glass. "They didn't tell you?"

"What my superiors have or have not disclosed to me is none of your concern." Michi leaned back in her chair and re-crossed her legs, slowly. "I want to hear it from you. If it could help with your court case, I will disclose it to whomever would represent you." Michi chose this moment to put her elbow on the chairs arm and nibble at her left thumbnail while trying to stare at Andrei in a sexy manner. She motioned with her right hand for him to speak.

Andrei squirmed in his seat and licked his lips again. 'Gotcha.' Michi thought triumphantly. She cut her internal celebration short as Andrei began to tell his story.

"Well... I don't know how else to say this. I am here looking for an item for my boss."

"Like what, comrade? Decorative chopsticks?" Michi dug at Andrei's pride by belittling his choice in words. Andrei shot her a look of contempt before continuing.

"Nothing like that. It's a notebook. My boss had received word from one of his Japanese contacts that there is a notebook that can kill people if you write their name in it. I personally think he's crazy, but he is my boss. I can't disobey him."

'You aren't the only one who thinks he is crazy.' Michi thought. "What is the name of this contact?"

"The boss called him Denueve. I highly doubt that is his real name. Or if it even is a man."

"I see." Michi picked up the file again. If nothing else, her hands needed something to play with. "And your boss' name?"

"You know I won't divulge that information. No matter what you do." Andrei looked away from Michi and focused on the observation glass.

"Oh, really?" Michi purred. This was where things could get tricky. If she played the part too hard, Andrei would see right through her act. However, if she played the role too soft, she could get overpowered and need the help of whoever was behind the glass. The last thing Michi wanted was to be rescued like a damsel in distress. "If that's the case, comrade..." Michi stood up and took her glasses off, gently setting them on the table, "... then I think a little quid pro quo is in order."

"Quid pro quo?" Andrei looked dubious as Michi sat on the table just to his left. Close enough for him to smell her, but he could not touch her thanks to the shackles around his wrists and ankles.

"You give me some information and I will not blackmail you."

Andrei laughed nervously, "And what blackmail would that be?" Michi took this moment to lean close to the man, giving him a chance to peak at her cleavage if he so chose to.

"I would have to call your wife and tell her that you are being held on account of conspiracy and assault on a female investigator. I highly doubt she would like to hear all the steamy details of how you raped a woman who was merely trying to interrogate you on your boss' name. Of all the things for her to get a call about... and those poor children." Michi was fishing blindly here, hoping against hope this man had a wife and kids. The flash of fear in his eyes sparked her hope anew.

"Please! You wouldn't... you couldn't..."

"You aren't in Russia, Andrei. We have our own rules here. Now..." Michi chose this moment to grab Andrei's shirt and pull him closer. "Talk."

"His name is Ruslan Oborin. He runs a few groups that are in cahoots with other mafia entities. The one I'm a part of is called Volya. We are merely a security group. Nowhere near the elite groups Ruslan runs with. The Volya group is in charge of keeping in contact with the Japanese and Chinese entities that give us information for other information. Hence why I'm here trying to get information on this notebook for my boss. Please don't call Anya!" Here, Andrei began to cry. Michi felt bad for the poor guy. Unlike a lot of the other guys she had interrogated, Andrei really cared for his wife. It certainly didn't sound like a marriage of convenience.

"Good work, comrade." Michi chose this moment to stand and brush her hands on her pants. As she straightened her jacket, she looked at the man as he hung his head in shame. "I will make sure that we get you back to Russia as soon as possible. Your information has been invaluable to us. We might call on you in the future." 'Provided you are alive after divulging your boss' name to the Japanese government.' Michi put on her glasses and picked up her folder. When she was sure the door was shut closed behind her, she leaned against the door and let out the breath she had been holding in. She took off the glasses and undid her bun. The mask was no longer needed. As she placed her hairpins and glasses in the folder, the chief walked out of the door to her right.

"I must say, those were some... unconventional techniques you used there." The chief looked very uncomfortable as he spoke the veiled compliment. Michi could tell her act had worked on more than just Andrei.

"'Know your enemy.' Isn't that how the phrase goes, sir?"

"Yes. Yes indeed." The chief coughed before continuing. "My superior was very impressed with your performance. He wants to know if you will meet with him in his office for lunch?" Michi raised her eyebrow. This could take a turn for the worse if she misinterpreted the superior's meaning for lunch. The chief could tell he had not clearly relayed his message and quickly added, "He wants to talk to you about a case he needs help with. Your interpreting skills will come in very handy for this job." Michi nodded her consent.

"Of course. Let me grab my lunch and then I will head to his office." The chief held up his hand, stopping Michi in her tracks.

"That won't be necessary. We already called Saito-kun and asked him to deliver your lunch to the office. It should be waiting for you. Twentieth floor, the room at the end of the hall."

"Thank you, sir." Michi walked to the elevator and pressed the button. She turned and saw the chief walk back into the observation room. Michi briefly wondered who else had been in that room before walking onto the elevator. She saw that the twentieth floor button had to be operated with a key card. She pulled her key card out of her pocket and swiped it; hoping permission had already been keyed into the system. It had.

Michi straightened her suit and pulled her hair back from her face into a low ponytail, using a rubber band she found in her other pocket. Looking in the reflective glass of the elevator, she made sure her makeup was still in place. As the doors opened on the twentieth floor, she took a deep breath and turned right to start down the corridor.

The walk felt longer than it really was. When Michi finally reached the last door, she prayed to the gods for their strength. Then she knocked.

"Enter." Michi heard a low voice call out. She opened the door and stepped inside. In front of her, she could see a metal desk with countless computer monitors on it. To her left and right were even more monitors, showing images inside the station and out onto the nearby street. She could even see the coffee shop that was five blocks away from the station being displayed on one screen. 'Gods! How paranoid is this guy? Or does he have some sort of god complex?' Michi turned her eyes back to the desk, where the back of a swivel chair faced her. The man in question was looking at a giant screen that covered the whole wall behind the desk. The screen was broken into twenty different quadrants, each of which showed the inside of an interrogation room. Michi briefly saw Andrei being led out of room 18 before she noticed the man was speaking to her.

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't catch that." Michi mentally berated herself for losing awareness of her surroundings.

"I said you did a terrific job in there. A little too perfect... But we will discuss that later. Would you care for a macaroon?" The chair turned and as the occupant of the chair was revealed, Michi's world turned upside down.

'Damn it!' Black, sleep deprived eyes gazed back at her in amusement. 'It's him!'

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