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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 5: Operation Russian Roulette

Michi didn't finish her extradition report until well after 22:00. The chief had told her she could finish up the Andrei interview report at home, so long as she emailed it to him by 13:00 the next day. The chief also told her she could stay home the rest of the day tomorrow since he had been informed that she had an important mission the following night. Michi said goodbye to the chief and reminded him to send her Toichi's contact information so she could give him the day off tomorrow.

As Michi walked across the street to the train station, it occurred to her that she did not own any clothing that was 'red light district' appropriate. She pulled up an Internet browser on her new phone and searched for nearby adult costume shops. She discovered that there was a five-story shop next to Akihabara station. It was discreetly titled Ms, even though the pictures showed that the store was not discreet in the least. The Akihabara station was just north of Tokyo station, so Michi hopped on a line that was heading north. She would catch the Yamanote line on her way back to Meguro.

When Michi arrived in Akihabara, she walked out of the station and turned to her left towards a store that prominently displayed skimpy female outfits in its windows. She paused outside the door to check on her bank account. When she pulled out her phone, she noticed that she had a text message from someone labeled 'R'. 'Probably Ryuzaki checking up on me.' Michi opened the text message and read it.

Michiko, I figured you might need to get some supplies for tomorrows mission. Consider this your advance payment for future services rendered. R.

Ignoring the potential double entendre, Michi clicked on the link Ryuzaki had included. The link took her to her bank account statement. Michi stared in disbelief at the amount.

'Four hundred thousand yen?! That's just a little over five thousand American dollars!' Michi took a deep breath and lowered the phone. 'This guy certainly has money to throw around. Then again, depending on how dangerous this mission is, the money could come in handy to help mom and dad.' Michi then began to examine her phone. She figured she could at least send some pictures of potential outfits to Ryuzaki, since he was putting forward all this money. When she found the application, a disturbing message popped up: Error. No camera found.

'What? But I'm staring right at the camera.' Michi put her face closer to the front facing camera. She could see a tiny red dot blinking inside the camera housing. 'That bastard! He's watching me!' Squelching her initial reaction to throw the phone away, Michi took a deep breath. 'Fine. Two can play at that game.' Michi placed the camera in its holster, which was attached to her hip. This time, she made sure the camera was facing outward.

'You want a show? I'll make sure you get a show.'

Later

It was just past midnight when Michi let herself into the apartment. She made sure to gingerly walk down the hall to her fold out bed so as not to wake up Ty and Ana. She stashed the offending bags into the closet and tiptoed into the kitchen to warm up a frozen dinner. As she ate her turkey and cranberry sauce, she thought back on her first day at work. She couldn't think of any other person in existence that had received a promotion on their first day at work. Indeed, it was very odd, but Michi wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. 'Of course,' Michi looked towards the closet where her new outfits were stored, 'This is one suspicious gift horse.'

After Michi threw away her dinner remains, she brushed her teeth and changed into a black t-shirt and loose fitting black pants. As she pulled back the covers, she reached for her phone. She figured she would send Ryuzaki a message. If nothing else, to let him know she got home safe. When she saw the blinking message light, she rolled her eyes. 'Of course he would beat me to the punch.' Michi thought as she opened the text.

'Michiko, I'm glad to see you got home safe. Please know that the video camera was installed purely for your safety. I truly hope I didn't offend you. R.' Michi smiled at the message. Maybe she was being too hard on Ryuzaki. He wasn't being a jerk, he was just watching out for her. Before she could respond, her message box pinged again.

'Also, I hope you didn't pick the yellow and black outfit. I don't think the informant will take you seriously if you look like a bumblebee. R.'

Michiko turned off the phone and pulled the sheets over her head. 'I take it back. He is still a jerk.'

Next Day

After a restless nights sleep, Michi woke up around 9:00. As she stumbled to the kitchen for breakfast, she saw that there was a note on the table from Ana. It simply stated that Ana and Ty would be going out for the night and that Michi was free to do whatever she wanted to. Michi snorted, 'I would rather be going out with you guys than hanging onto my boss' arm dressed like a hooker.'

After pouring herself some cereal and soymilk, Michi flopped on her bed and pulled out her laptop from her travel bag. She wanted to get that report done well before 13:00 so she would have time to relax and get made up for the mission. Not that she was doing this for Ryuzaki. She was doing it so that the informant would believe the ruse that she was putting forth. If she blew their cover, Michi would never let herself live it down.

After emailing the interrogation report at 12:00 on the dot, Michi took a long, hot shower and put her hair up in foam rollers. She then sat back and watched a Japanese soap opera. Unlike American soap operas, this one was actually believable. She lay there painting her nails and flipping through channels until 17:30, when she received a text from Ryuzaki.

'This is your two hour warning. Meet me outside Meguro station at 19:30. R.' Michi took that as her cue to pull out her make up bag and go to her bathroom to slather on make up. Two swipes of red lipstick, a layer of dark eye shadow, three swipes of pink blush on each cheek and three layers of mascara later, Michi felt she looked significantly 'tarted up' as her little sister would put it. She looked like she was on the prowl for clients, but also ragged enough to look like she could have been on the streets since she was a young teenager. Fear of potential STD's would keep the wary ones at bay.

Michi then walked into her room and pulled out her clothes for the night. First, she put on the black lacy lingerie. She was actually glad to have made that particular purchase because it made her feel more powerful. The opaque red tights went on next, closely followed by a black pleather miniskirt. Michi had made sure that the skirt had a slit up the side so that she could easily grab her gun, if she needed to. Finally, Michi pulled on an off the shoulder, long sleeved red top with black netting. Adding gold hoops and a gold cross for irony's sake, Michi felt she was ready to go. She grabbed a small black purse and placed her cell phone, house key and lipstick in it before strapping her gun to the inside of her left thigh. 'I feel like I might need another shower after this.' Michi was brought back to reality as her phone vibrated in her purse. That was her alarm, telling her she had fifteen minutes to get to the station. She walked to the door and took a deep breath. 'I'm sorry about this, Momma. It's just for work.' Michi thought before she closed the door behind her.

As she walked down the street towards the station, Michi could feel eyes watching her every move. Once in awhile, she got a catcall, which she promptly answered with a middle finger. Upon her arrival at the station, Michi could see other prostitutes lingering in the alleyways that hugged both sides of Meguro station. The other women eyed Michi warily, not sure what to make of this newcomer. Michi was still five minutes early, so she leaned against the brick wall to the right of the station. The heat of the day had not yet seeped out of the brick and she briefly relished in its warmth.

Just as she was starting to get comfortable, Michi saw a black car roll up to the front of the station and pull to a stop. The women around her started to preen as they positioned themselves in ways that they felt would grab their customer’s attentions. Michi got caught up in the action and pressed her shoulders into the brick, jutting out her chest. She also turned her head to the left so her face would be partially obscured by her hair. If the person in that car really was Ryuzaki, he would be able to spot her with no problem. The position also helped to deter anyone else who could be in that car. If they couldn't see everything a woman was offering, including her face, they would pass over her immediately.

The back passenger door opened and the man stepped out onto the street. He was dressed in a basic black business suit with a crisp white shirt and skinny black tie to accent it. His black hair hung in spikes around his face and fell to his shoulders. He stood at an impressive five foot ten inches as he surveyed the women, gauging their wares. 'That can't be him. He's too... too...' Michi's brain stopped midsentence as the man walked straight towards her. The sleep deprived eyes gave him away as he looked her up and down. Michi had a distinct feeling that the appraisal was not part of the act. He then held out his hand towards her. She looked at his hand and back to his eyes as if to say, 'You know I trust you, right?' The man nodded as if he had read her mind. She took his hand and let him lead her back towards the car. Michi distinctly heard one of the prostitutes hiss a vulgar word under her breath. As Michi slid into the backseat, she threw what she hoped to be a haughty glare at the speaker.

The man then slid into the backseat with her and closed the door. He tapped on the dividing glass to signal to the driver to keep driving. Michi looked out of the corner of her right eye to see the man assume a crouching position on the seat. 'Oh yeah. It's him.' Michi relaxed and looked out the left window as they drove along. After a couple minutes, Ryuzaki tapped her on her shoulder. This time his body was facing her and his hands rested on his knees.

"I was wondering if you would need anything in order to relax? I know this is a highly stressful situation for you, but I want you to appear as though you have been in this lifestyle for a long time. You look the part..." here, Michi shot him a menacing glare, "... but you do not have that relaxed aura of someone who isn't afraid of the streets. Hence why the next thing I'm going to ask of you is very difficult for me to say." Ryuzaki held out his hand. "Hand over the gun." Michi began to protest, but Ryuzaki held up a finger to silence her. "As long as you have that gun on you, you will have a nagging fear in the back of your mind that something will go wrong. It will show in your face and mannerisms, thus compromising our mission." Here, he paused before adding, "I'm also asking you to trust that I can and will protect you, if the need arises." Michi searched his face, looking for any trace of deception. When she could not find any, she sighed and turned her back to Ryuzaki.

She reached under her skirt and unhooked the gun and its holster from her thigh. After making sure the safety was still on, Michi handed the gun back to Ryuzaki. What she hadn't expected was for him to grab her wrist and pull her closer towards him. She also didn't expect to feel his mouth on her right collarbone, nipping at the skin and drawing blood to the surface. As his tongue ran small circles over the mark, his nails clawed down the left side of her neck, leaving tingling, raised marks. When Michi was finally able to struggle away from his strong grip, the man had the indecency of not looking the least bit ruffled, while Michi panted in disbelief.

"What in God's name did you do that for?" Michi's slight southern accent slipped out as she yelled at Ryuzaki. She reached for her purse, never once taking her eyes off of him. She pulled out a small compact mirror that came with the purse and looked at her neck. 'Yep. That's going to leave a mark.' Michi put away the mirror and glanced at the offender, waiting for him to answer her question.

"I apologize, Michiko. But if we are going to have a believable escort/client relationship, I have to make it look like I had a minimal amount of fun with you. And if I had asked for your permission, you would not have struggled as much, making the marks and this relationship look much more forced." Michiko could understand his reasoning, but just moments before he had molested her neck, he had been asking her to trust him. It was a great way to start a fake relationship.

Michiko then noticed that the car had stopped. Ryuzaki tapped once on the dividing glass and got one tap back. He turned to face Michiko. "It looks like we have arrived. Are you ready?" Michiko nodded silently, smoothing her hair. Ryuzaki opened the door and stepped out, reaching his left hand in to help Michiko to her feet. As the car drove away, Michiko couldn't help but feel like she had nailed the final nail in her coffin.

As Michiko became more aware of her surroundings, she noticed they were in a warehouse district. By the sound of the airplane engines to the west, they were not too far from either Narita or Haneda airport. Since she had not paid much attention to her surroundings on the drive over, she could not accurately guess which airport they were closer to. However, due to the small amount of time they had spent in the car, she was able to scratch all of the other airports off of her list. Her train of thought was broken as Ryuzaki wrapped his arm around her waist. She looked up at him and saw that he had pulled himself back up to his full height. It just made her feel that much smaller knowing she couldn't easily look him in the eyes. Not that she wanted to after that stunt he pulled in the car.

As they walked towards an alley between two buildings, Ryuzaki leaned in to whisper into Michi's ear. "By the way, if you must call me by a name, Denueve is the only name you can use. Got that?" Michi nodded and recited the name in her head several times in order to memorize it. However, running through the name triggered a memory from the day before; '"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."'

'Shitshitshitshitshit!' Michi thought, 'Ryuzaki is the contact for Volya! And I'm working with him! Unless this is some elaborate double cross, I could get a major slap on the wrist for this.' Michi bit her tongue and kept up with the pace Ryuzaki set. As they turned the corner, they saw three men hiding in the shadows. Michi instinctively moved closer to Ryuzaki as he tightened his grip on her. Ryuzaki leaned towards her ear again, "From here on out, translate everything I say into Russian. No matter how funny it may sound." Michi nodded as Ryuzaki stopped close to the three men and leaned against the wall. Michi followed suit, placing herself between the men so she could translate easier. Ryuzaki cleared his throat and began to speak.

"The clouds don't look so threatening tonight." Michi relayed the message in Russian. The man closest to her right lit a cigarette and Michi could briefly see the outline of a short man in his early sixties with a camel colored coat and a hat to match. If the scene wasn't ridiculous enough as it was, Michi could have sworn she was in a Dick Tracy film. The man with the cigarette blew out some smoke and replied.

"I've seen worse weather at home." Before Michi could translate it back into Japanese, Ryuzaki spoke again, "I hope your family is doing well."

'Huh. This is turning into a one-way translation. He must understand some basic Russian.' Michi shrugged as she spoke. The man in the coat turned to look at Ryuzaki. "The family is doing as well as to be expected."

Ryuzaki nodded, confirming Michi's basic Russian theory. "And the wife and kids?"

The man took another drag of his cigarette before continuing, "The kids are settling in here just fine. The wife is having some cosmetic work done back home, if you know what I mean." Ryuzaki and the man had a small chuckle at the comment before continuing.

"So how much are you paying for the kids tuition, nowadays?" Ryuzaki asked. At this point he pulled Michi closer to his side. One of the man's goons had shifted his weight, putting Ryuzaki on edge. The older man had either ignored Ryuzaki's move or just didn't care for the sudden possessiveness over the woman in the equation.

"I'm paying out the ass. A good 7,953,000 Yen." Ryuzaki whistled softly. According to Michi's calculations, that translated to almost 100,000 American dollars. Ryuzaki squeezed her waist softly before continuing.

"Your wife gave birth last summer, didn't she?"

"Yep. Twin girls. That brings our brood up to fifteen if you can believe it." Ryuzaki's nails dug into Michi's skin. That news had certainly struck a chord with him.

"I will have to send Asha my congratulations. When will she be out of the hospital?"

The man took a final drag on his cigarette and threw it on the ground. One of the goons ground it out under a heavy heel. "She should be done with her surgeries by the end of September. The doctors say she will be out of the hospital and on her way home by mid-October." Ryuzaki nodded at the news.

"A momma bear needs to be home with her cubs, am I right?" The other man guffawed loudly at Ryuzaki's choice in words.

"Oh, most certainly, my friend." The man turned to face Michi and Ryuzaki. "Well, I have to get back to my hotel. How about a hug, for old times sake?" Michi interpreted that to mean that they were about to get patted down for weapons or wires. As Ryuzaki was bear hugged by one of the goons, Michi stepped into the shadows and leaned in to hug the old man. He took his sweet time 'frisking' Michi. He spent an abnormal amount of time grabbing on her breasts, buttocks and even between her legs. Michi was suddenly very glad Ryuzaki had insisted on leaving the gun in the car. When the man finally stopped, Michi stepped back and bumped into Ryuzaki, who swiftly put his arm back around Michi's midsection. He was really tense, which could have had several meanings. But Michi brushed that from her mind as they turned to walk away. Before they had had a chance to walk all of ten steps, the old man called out to Michi.

"Young lady! I forgot to ask for your name." The man tilted his head to the side, waiting for an answer. Michi knew her acting skills and her knowledge of world events had to come into play here.

She turned and answered sweetly, "My name is Karina Volkin, sir."

"Ah! A good Russian name! Where were you born, my child?"

"Kashin, sir. My father used to work for the steel mills in Kesova Gora. My mother was a seamstress." It was common in Russian culture to discuss one's parents after divulging one's place of birth, so Michi didn't think twice of it.

"Kesova Gora? Where that explosion happened in 1996?" The man's eyebrows rose slightly.

"Yes, sir. My father was in that very explosion. Since my mother was of Japanese descent, we came to live with my grandparents in Kagoshima."

"You use the past tense with your mother. What happened to her?"

"We still do not know. I came home from school when I was fifteen and found her in her bedroom. I shook her repeatedly, but she never moved. My grandmother came in and screamed at me that I had killed my mother. I left home on that day and have been on the streets ever since." Michi took this time to look down at the ground and sniffle for effect. Ryuzaki squeezed her side, either in encouragement or as a warning not to overact. The man shook his head from side to side.

"You poor thing. It is a good thing Mr. Denueve is taking care of you. I am assuming you two are exclusive?" Michi leaned into Ryuzaki's arms for effect.

"Yes, sir. He has been taking good care of me these past six months. I'm very glad we found each other." The man smiled at the news.

"I hope she is treating you well, my friend. She certainly looks a lot better than that last girl you came here with." The man chuckled and turned to walk in the opposite direction. Before he got too far, he clicked his fingers at one of his goons. "Oh, and one more thing. I would love for you two to come to my oldest son's birthday this weekend." At the mention of the party, one of the goons handed Ryuzaki two gold embossed envelopes. The man looked over his shoulder directly at Ryuzaki. "I will not take no for an answer." Without waiting for a reply, the man continued down the alley until him and his goons were out of sight.

Ryuzaki let go of Michiko as they quickly walked in the opposite direction towards their car. He tapped on the moon roof twice and the doors were unlocked. As Michiko slid into the backseat, she could tell Ryuzaki was on edge. He crouched into his normal position and nibbled at the edge of his thumb. After a few tense minutes, he pressed a button on the door that turned on the intercom. "Driver?"

"Yes, sir?" came the reply.

"Take me back to my apartment, please."

There was a pause before the driver replied, "And the young lady, sir?" Ryuzaki looked knowingly at Michiko before speaking.

"She is coming home with me."

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