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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 4: First Day Promotion

Michiko stood in the doorway in shock. The man sitting crouched in the chair was none other than the creepy guy from the cab. Well, 'creepy' may be taking it a little far, but that was the first impression Michi had gotten when she had first laid eyes on him. The man slowly untangled himself from his chair, never taking his eyes from Michiko as he shuffled around the desk towards her. Michi suddenly wished she had had enough foresight to bring some sort of weapon with her. She did not think a manila envelope would scare this guy. When the man stood in front of her, she unintentionally flinched. His lip twitched slightly as he grabbed her wrist and brought it closer towards him. He then placed a few colorful macaroons in Michi's hand before letting go.

"Good. You do not trust me immediately. That will come in handy." As the man scratched his head, he tried to reassure Michi by mumbling, "Those aren't poisoned, you know." Michi snapped back to the present and stuttered out a thank you. The man tilted his head, studying Michi's face for a while. When the silence got too tense, he turned around and began moving back towards the desk. He motioned to the front of the desk. "Grab a chair, and we shall begin."

Michi looked around for another chair, only finding a red and black papasan chair to her far right. 'Great. I have to sit on a glorified beanbag. How degrading is this?' Michi closed the door behind her. She then placed her folder in the chair before dragging its bulk across the room to the front of the desk. As she tried to sit comfortably in the chair, the man began organizing his macaroons by color. 'Huh. At least he has a penchant for details.' The man then turned his attention to one of the monitors to his left and began typing rapidly. He blew a stray lock of hair away from his face as he continued typing. After a few minutes passed in silence, Michi cleared her throat.

"Um... sir?"

"You may address me as Ryuzaki." As he continued typing with his right hand, he reached down behind the desk with his left hand. Michi heard the metallic click of a desk drawer opening and heavy thumps and rustling as the man called Ryuzaki rifled through the contents without taking his eyes off the monitor. He finally found what he was looking for and the drawer closed with a solid thunk. He pushed a folder towards Michi. "This is what I need your help with."

Michi was relieved to do something other than look around the room. She took the folder and flipped it open to reveal several pictures. They had clearly been taken without the targets knowledge as many were blurred and the subject was rarely looking at the lens. After flipping through the pictures, Michi set them aside to look at the notes. The entire folder was written in Russian, which didn't trouble Michi. What troubled her, however, was the wording. She had to triple check her translations to make sure her eyes had not tricked her. Something about a 'notebook of death' kept popping up at random intervals. Her mind immediately flashed back to what Andrei had said in the interrogation room just moments before: '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.' Had Andrei really been telling the truth? And if it was true, why was the Japanese government so interested in the notebook? Michi also noted that there were several black marks on the pages. Noting the length of the marks and the prepositions placed before them, Michi could only surmise that a name had been blacked out. She could tell it was only one particular name because there were other names that Michi could read very clearly.

When she finally finished perusing the folder, she set it on top of the photos before leaning back and closing her eyes. By closing her eyes, Michi could gather her thoughts and put them in their proper order. The Russian group, Volya, was attempting to get their hands on a killer notebook in order to hold other countries hostage. By threatening to kill off figureheads of each country, the Russians felt they could control all of the world's resources. As such, heavy hitters like the United States and Great Britain would come crawling to Russia if they wanted to survive. 'And I thought the world was already fucked up before this notebook got thrown into the mix.' Michi opened her eyes, only to see Ryuzaki staring intently at her.

"So, what do you deduce from your readings, Nakashima-san?" Ryuzaki picked up a purple macaroon and broke it in half, nibbling on each half as he waited for Michi's response.

"What I deduce is that the world is about to go to hell in a hand basket." Ryuzaki tilted his head, encouraging Michi to elaborate. "If this notebook really does exist, whoever has it must be apprehended immediately. They could then be encouraged to destroy the notebook themselves or face a long time in prison for treason and aiding and abetting." Michi rubbed her eyes before continuing, "Though I have my doubts that this 'notebook of death' exists, if the Russians are this hard pressed to find it, that could only mean two things: that there is something infecting their water or this notebook really truly exists. If this... thing exists, we have to get off our asses and find the owner as quickly as our resources allow us." Michi stopped rubbing her eyes and looked at Ryuzaki. She was startled to see his wrists out in front of him in an 'arrest me' position. "Um... Ryuzaki?"

"You just said that whomever was in possession of the Death Note should turn themselves in immediately. As you can see, that is exactly what I am doing." Ryuzaki tilted his head to the left, never blinking as he looked at Michi's startled expression. "Well? Aren't you going to arrest me, Nakashima-san?"

Michi's brain misfired. She couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that this notebook really existed. And that this man in front of her was admitting he had knowledge of the item.

"What the hell did you just say?" Michi whispered. Ryuzaki smiled and pushed the chair back from the desk. 'Surely he is just fucking with me.' Michi thought. Ryuzaki then reached behind his back and extracted a nondescript black notebook. As he pushed it towards Michi, she could feel the evil radiating off of the thing. The only thought that pierced through the fog in Michi brain was, 'He was sitting on this the whole time?!' When Michi tried to reach for the notebook, Ryuzaki slapped at her hands, making her jump.

"Don't touch it. Whoever touches the notebook is forced to be its bearer until someone else touches it. I don't want you to be burdened with that curse." Ryuzaki flipped open the cover of the book to the first page. Michi's blood chilled as she read the words written on the page:

Death Note: How to use it

- The human whose name is written in this note shall die.

- This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.

-If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the persons name, it will happen.

- If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of e heart attack.

- After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.

At the bottom of the page were two more notes. They almost looked like afterthoughts, seeing how carelessly they were scribbled in.

- If the owner of the Death Note does not kill within thirteen days of the last entry, he or she will die.

- If the Death Note is burnt, destroyed, or otherwise damaged in any way, all those who have touched that Death Note will die.

Michi could see why Ryuzaki had not wanted her to touch the Death Note. If that last note were true, she would have died if the notebook were to be destroyed.

"So destroying the notebook is out of the question then?" Michi glanced at Ryuzaki.

"For the sake of my self preservation, yes. The Death Note cannot be destroyed." Ryuzaki then proceeded to flip through the pages for Michi's perusal. In the last few pages, she recognized the names of several well-known child molesters in the United States who had died of random heart attacks a few days after their arrest dates. 'Oh gods. It's true.' Michi leaned as far back from the book and Ryuzaki as she could. This man had the capability of killing her and her family. She had to play along with his plan until she could alert the proper authorities.

"May I ask you a few questions regarding this case?" Michi licked her lips, thinking that the room had suddenly grown really hot in the past few minutes.

"I would question your abilities as an investigator if you didn't interrogate me." Ryuzaki closed the Death Note and sat in a crouched position in his chair. "I will try to be as truthful as my knowledge allows me to be. I am well aware you have a TS/SCI clearance level, but forgive me if my memory is foggy on some details." Michi wondered what else this man knew about her aside from her top-level security clearance. She had received a Top Secret/Sensitive Compartmented Information clearance shortly before leaving for her job here in Japan. The tests and screenings had been rigorous, but she had passed with flying colors. Michi shook her head and looked at the man in front of her.

"How did you get the Death Note?"

"I became the unfortunate owner of this Death Note after a few previous cases. We received information about the existence of more than one Death Note in Japan and we pursued someone who we suspected to be the owner of one of them. Through that, we found both Death Notes, which have since been destroyed along with the owners. The man we pursued subsequently died the day after the investigation concluded. By his own hand, I assume." Ryuzaki chewed on his thumbnail thoughtfully before continuing. "I then tracked some rumors that there was another Death Note in America. That was how I got my hands on this one." He patted the Death Note in front of him. "Now that I have it, I'm cursed to write down a name every thirteen days, or I will die."

"Murderers and child molesters. What gives you the right to play God?" Michi crossed her arms across her chest.

"I have no right other than the preservation of my own life." Ryuzaki tilted his head, focusing his unblinking eyes on Michi's face. "Wouldn't you want to do anything possible to stay alive if you knew one moments slip up could end your life?"

"That is an interesting way of putting it. But I am the one doing the interrogation here." Michi skillfully sidestepped Ryuzaki's question.

"Of course. Please continue." Ryuzaki picked up another macaroon and nibbled on it.

"Have you ever made a mistake when it came to the Death Note?"

Ryuzaki's gaze became distant as he stopped eating the macaroon. "I have only slipped up on three occasions. Once deliberately and the other two times... well, the results were unfortunate."

Michi's arms tightened across her chest. She swallowed her fear before continuing, "What happened?"

Ryuzaki's eyes came back into focus and his gaze lowered to meet Michi's eyes. She instantly felt like her soul had just taken an ice bath.

"Twice, I wrote down names of people before their trials were completed. One rapist and another child molester were found to have been innocent shortly after their deaths. The only way I could justify it is to say that my thirteen day limits were coming to a close and I got sloppy."

"I see." Michi uncrossed her arms. "So what do you need me for?" Ryuzaki tapped the folder Michi had set aside.

"One of the Russian contacts will be flying in tomorrow night to enquire about the Death Note. He has a penchant for women, so I want you to come along with me as my translator to put the man at ease." Michi could tell Ryuzaki wasn't telling her everything.

"What is the catch?"

Ryuzaki picked up his abandoned macaroon, "His penchant for women is strictly in a red light district fashion." He nibbled on the macaroon, taking note of Michi's expressions. Michi rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"Alright. As long as I get a pay raise for this, I'll go along with it." Michi stood up and collected the folder and pictures. "I will talk with you later about the details. I have some extradition papers that require my immediate attention."

"Yes. About contacting me..." Ryuzaki opened the desk drawer again, withdrawing a cell phone and a fourth generation Glock 19. Michi looked at the gun warily. Ryuzaki pointed to the cell phone. "Just key in the number 1 and press send. You will automatically be connected to me no matter where you are or how poor the signal is." He then gestured to the Glock. "I assume you know how to use a gun. I did some research and found this was suitable for someone with feminine hands. The only thing you have to figure out is how to hide it on your persons at all times." As Michi collected the cell phone and gun, Ryuzaki stood and picked up the Death Note with his thumb and index finger. He followed Michi to the door and opened the door with his free hand. "Until next time, Nakashima-san."

"Please call me Michiko. And I have one more question, Ryuzaki." He tilted his head upon hearing his name. "What was the deliberate mistake you made in regards to the Death Note?"

"Oh that. I deliberately misspelled someone's name in the Death Note. Of course, I wrote a real name after it to ensure at least one death within my thirteen-day sentence. I discovered that misspelling the name spared the person from an unfortunate death."

"Well that was fortunate for them." Michi stepped out the door and walked down the hall to the elevator. Ryuzaki closed the door behind her and flipped open the Death Note. In the middle of the book was a single misspelled name.

L Lawleit

'Yes. Fortunate indeed.' Ryuzaki thought to himself.

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