"I hope you know I don't appreciate this sort of work being thrown at me suddenly. If this Rodd asshole knows what's good for him he will stick to the original system I gave him. There is a reason I request a three days notice. It's not that fucking hard is it?! Give me the fuckers name give me three days and let me fucking prepare." The female paused as she opened the large bag which carried her sniper rifle
"I'm afraid it can't be helped, we shall just have to deal with it. " A man voice said through the headset, the female rolled her eyes while getting into position and focusing in on the target. " Just know all that you're doing is helping us build up a reputation. The type of reputation we need to deal with these sorts of people. I will do anything to come out on top, even this. It's disgusting, but right now this is the only real option we have. Now just get the job done and we can get home."
"Yeah yeah, it's easy for you to talk about it like that. It's not as though you are actually doing anything at the moment. I'm the one you're having do you're dirty work, it's ok though. I said I would do anything to help you and I suppose this is what use you have of me. " With that she took the shot, she checked seeing she had indeed taken the target down with a clean headshot. "I know your heart would prevent you from dealing with such nasty business, so is that it for the night or am I off to kill another one?"
"No that's all, thank you Sybil." With that the headset was shut off on the other end. It had been like this for nearly two whole months now. She would be sent out nearly every night to kill another person who Rod wasn't happy with. The female sighed, the man she had just killed was the mayor she made sure to pack up quickly, high profile people like him the guards always seemed to find her location quickly especially when she didn't have sufficient time to prepare. After securing her rifle in her bag she threw it over her shoulder and began to walk down the stairs. She held her bowie knife in her right hand just in case trouble arose, and of course it did.
"Hold it right there!" A tall man wearing a suit said.
"Have you found the target?" Another voice asked, the man looked her over in disbelief.
" It's can't be… She's just a _ Hurry to the 17th floor_ ARGH!" Sybil raised her left leg and kicked the man sending him flying towards the floor. He looked at her obviously shocked, before reaching for the radio on the floor. The brunette smirked before taking her foot and stomping on the radio a few times. The man looked at her, it was apparent that he was relatively horrified. The brunette smirked at him taking a step back and looking him over, feeling some sort of thrill from the dominant position she currently held. Sybil never got this feeling when she dealt with her victims via gun of knives, only when she knew there extermination would came from her own two hands, that was when she would feel this way. There were lots of things that she could not control, this fuckers life was not one of those things.
"I don't know about you, but I would prefer to handle this one on one. We don't need to drag your little friends into this situation now do we? After all I'm just a little girl, if you were really a man you would have nothing to be scared of." She kicked the shattered radio to the side. "Well get up, I'll at least let you die like a man though I have my suspicions of that." He remained on the floor cursing her. "Well that's rather fresh of you, I'm offering the chance to defend yourself and you're honor. I cannot force you to fight me, I know what I must do it is not my fault if you do not." She slit his throat before making a quick exit from the building, though she felt unsatisfied, that feeling which had been building up since that encounter with the guard left her wanting to physically assault someone. As sick as it was she hoped to run into another guard so she could literally beat him to death, it was disgusting, but hardly anything made her feel so alive as beating someone with her bare hands.
She rushed towards the limousine which was sitting in front of the building. She quickly slipped into the car before it sped off. The moment she sat down she placed her bag gently onto the floor. It took a moment or two until she realized she was not alone. The female was surprised when she saw someone hand her a rice crispy treat her favorite snack, she quickly snatched it before unwrapping it and beginning to wolf it down. She already knew who it was, he was the only one in L.A. who knew she loved these things.
"Sybil." She heard him say softly; she opened her hazel hues and glanced over to the blonde male who was finishing off a chocolate bar. The female grinned as she slid closer to the man who occupied the limo with her. The female glanced at him coyly for a moment, causing the male to grin back at her.
"I'm surprised you actually showed today. It's not often you come meet me at a work site. What's the occasion Mello? Do you feel bad for this obscene workload your ambition has placed on me?" The female sat back in her seat as she looked the blond man over. His hair was long and disheveled, which wasn't surprising it had been that way since they both left Wammy house. He was slender, but very much in shape and though his face had a sort of feminine charms his deep voice let people hear he was a man while the tight leather pants he wore offered more proof. His facial expression soured a little when she had expressed her obvious displeasure with their current situation.
"I don't usually come to meet you because it's just weird to see you in this state. You know these sorts of things always make me a little unsettled, it always has." The blonde said as he began to unwrap a chocolate bar he had lying around. " To make it even stranger you always dress like a doll. I don't know why you dress like that when you go out to work you should wear black, draw less attention to yourself." He shook his head slightly " Also, judging by the knife covered in blood I guess it's safe to assume you had some trouble with the targets body guards." He looked the female over; she was wearing a light pink spring dress accompanied by a pair of, now soiled, white Mary Jane shoes. "It appears I will need to buy you another new pair of shoes." Sybil rolled her eyes at that last statement he made as if it were her fault the cloths she owned kept on getting soiled. She was simply following orders, and her urges when the opportunity came about.
"Well that's what happens when you guys have me killing people too often. That stupid fucker Rod doesn't think his enemys will notice that they're slowly being sniped off? He had me kill the fucking Mayor today!" Mello, frowned at the females words. " Don't make that face you know I can handle myself, I just kicked the asshole in the face then slit his throat. I offered him the chance to come face me like a man, but he would rather die on his back, pussy." Mello looked at the female, licking the corner of his chocolate bar before taking a bit from it.
"You didn't have be so reckless losing you is not part of the plan. You swore your loyalty to me, I will be very mad at you if you back out of that commitment by dying on me."
"I wasn't being reckless! I knew I could come out on top, I was not in harms way in the least bit. Don't worry Mello I wont ruin your plans. I know how very hard you work on them." The female shouted, he rolled his eyes at the brunette. She stuffed the last bit of the rice crispy treat into her mouth. As soon as she swallowed she took out a cigarette and began to smoke. Mello rolled his eyes, he always hated that she smoked ever since she picked up the habit two years ago, but by now it was just something he accepted. Sybil had a few flaws but, her pros very much outweighed her vices.
"You shouldn't even offer him the chance to get at you that is reckless Sybil. For all you know he had a gun if you had given him another moment to think you could be dead right now."
"You know me better than that, I wouldn't be taken out so easily don't be insulting." The brunette glared at him while taking a long drag from her cigarette and exhaling the smoke threw her nose ."So what are you going to do to make it up to me? I took on this ridiculous workload for you after all. Are you going to call the girls from the club over, are we going to be popping bottles?" The girl asked sarcastically, she obviously did not want this to be her reward.
"Oh shut up, you know those types of events aren't because I want them. I've told you before in order for us to outsmart Near we need to outdo his resources. You and I alone simply do not have the same resources as the United States of America. With the biggest American Mafia on the west coast on our side we at least have a shot. They have access to essentially all the same information the government does. We also have Linder." Sybil narrowed her eyes at the mention of her. Halle Linder was not someone she particularly liked. "As reliable as Linder is, she can't be leaking information all of the time. Near is a lot of things, but he isn't stupid. I know that when he speaks with you, he is tight lipped about his progress most of the time. That's probably because he isn't making any progress either." Before the female had a chance to correct him he continued. "The point being that at this point in time Rod and his resources are our best bet. Soon enough the other gangs will surrender to him, thanks to you then his need for blood will be satisfied." Mello took a bite of his chocolate bar before finishing speaking with her. "When that happens then you will no longer have to do these sorts of nasty things and we can both feel free to focus less on their goals and put all our efforts towards the truly important goal…"
Both were silent for a few moments, Sybil couldn't help but feel slightly distressed. Linder was not someone she ever liked hearing about; she could only imagine Mello had a similar more amplified feeling when it came to Near. It wasn't only the fact he was relying on Linder, it was also the fact he was also relying on the mafia and Rod. Was this what jealousy felt like? She felt a burning in the pit of her stomach, and was almost sickened by the thought of all these things. She felt insulted that he couldn't be satisfied with just relying on her. The brunnete was distressed; she looked over at Mello, who seemed to be preoccupied with his own thoughts, that was how things usually were. At least that's how things had been since they both left Wammy house. She understood though, he was under great pressure to prove to himself that he was better then everyone else, Mello needed to know he was better than Near. Though Near was a close friend of hers as well he was much more grounded, Mello was unstable she knew he needed the help much more then Near. Besides ever since He befriended her at Wammy house the two had been inseparable. He had become sort of like a living idol to her. Sybil softly placed her hand on his knee, he looked at her
"I miss when it was just me and you working the case together…" The female said sadly "I don't like these people, I don't like having to kill for reasons other than survival. Near offers more help then you seem to realize." Mello narrowed his eyes as he roughly jerked his knee from her reach. He finished his chocolate bar, offering Sybil some rather harsh looks. "You're acting childishly, Near calls and asks almost every week what we need. He wants to_"
"Shut up Sybil, All Near wants is to make me feel stupid, I wont give him the satisfaction Since when have you been speaking with him every week? That's a little much, you shouldn't fraternize with the enemy so much. You could disclose valuable case information" He said disdainfully, Sybil sighed she knew there was really no appeaseing Mello when he got into one of these sorts of moods.
" Oh come off it, we have made nearly no progress since we left Wammy house and we both know it. All we know at this point is that Kira is in the Kanto region of Japan. All of L's information died with him, I want you to beat him so bad I will talk to him as much as I can as long as it helps us get ahead. You make Near out to be someone who hates you so much and who tries to foil you're plans. This morning when he called he told me something you might find very interesting_" Mello cut her off by placing a sharp firm slap across her face. Sybil bit her lip as she stared at the floor, it was not the first time he had slapped her like that. He rarely even apologized anymore, but she accepted it. It was just what he needed to do and the pain was nothing that she couldn't bare.
" Sybil I said shut up about Near!" He screamed, something took over his face, that crazed look she hated so much. " There is nothing Near has to say that I am actually interested in hearing, stop talking about him for once. As for back in the days when it was just me and you, we both know the situation has evolved to need much more than just that. You and I both know that there really is no turning back. If we leave them they will hunt us down and make sure we are killed. That being said I also know that they are my best shot at catching Kira before Near does. You're free to leave whenever you want, I never asked you to come with me. Since you're on such great terms with Near I'm sure he would appreciate you going to help him. God, knows he needs it." The woman shifted in her seat, bringing her knees up to her chest and place her head on top of them. His jealously was one of the few things Sybil greatly disliked about Mello, but she was not one to talk after all the way Linder made her feel was really no different the Mello's feelings towards Near. She just tried to be more discreet about her disaffection towards the woman. Though Near really had told her something Mello would like to hear she decided it would be best to wait until later when he calmed down a bit.
It had been a little more than two years since Mello and Sybil had left Wammy house. The first year was hard, they most squatted in abandoned apartments and warehouse and such until Sybil was able to sneak away and contact Near he immediately sent them enough money to live off of very comfortably. As embarrassed as the thought of accepting money from Near was to her she took it, keeping its origins a secret from Mello knowing that if he knew it had come from Near he would be furious. They only stayed in England for four months or so before moving to America to find new opportunities. In America they found that crime paid, very well. They began selling drugs, gaining the attention of some unsavory people. Mello was the brains and Sybil she was there to make sure no one hurt him. Many tried to off him, but Sybil would always attack no matter what danger it put her in. Mello would do the same for her, she knew that. More importantly she knew that she could keep him safe and that was all she really wanted she just couldn't imagine life without him. They made their money hustling drugs while researching the Kira case though it seemed to be difficult to get information. Though both Mello and Sybil were uncommonly smart neither knew much about hacking or information gathering that was currently their weak point. They stopped dealing after they made some cushion money then devoted all time and resources to the case. About two months earlier Mello decided it was time to make some new friends, meaning the L.A. mafia.
When they first came into contact with Mello and Sybil they laughed, not believing that a 17 and 18 year old were capable of helping them. They were sent off to prove themselves by finding and killing a fellow mob boss. Mello was the one who found his location Mello and Sybil both went to off him. When the boss pointed a gun at Mello something came over her. Her stomach sank when she thought about that moment again, it was horrifying. She shot him over and over until the gun had run out of bullets. Sybil still remember after that when they were driving to Rods hideout Mello shed what looked like a tear as he scolded Sybil for being to reckless. She remembered the way he grabbed that rosewood rosary as he muttered prayer to the God he often prayed to. Sybil of course saw no point in any of it.
"You didn't ask for me to come, but you needed me too." She said while shifting her hazel optics towards him. " You can not deny that you would not have gotten this far without me and besides haven't I made leaving Wammy house better? Isn't it better to be here with me rather than being all by yourself?" Sybil couldn't help but feel a little bad, she had thought about him again. After all that was what Near had called her about. Mat had finally left Wammy house, Near was vague about the reasoning though he made it clear that Matt was no longer a resident within Wammy house. They both left him all by himself in Wammy house. Thinking back on it she couldn't help, but feeling badly about leaving him behind and going with Mello. She felt especially bad when thinking over everything he had said to her.
"No, you should have stayed, there was a reason I didn't tell you I was leaving." Mello was trying to act cold, but Sybil saw right through it. He was to prideful to admit her appreciated her help, that was just the way he was. Though she couldn't help, but feeling for a moment like she had made the wrong choice. No, she belonged her at Mellos side, it was the only place she ever wanted to be.
"I didn't stay at Wammy house and I'm here with you now, and whether you wanted it or not that's the way things are. That mature thing to do would be to accept it and not get hung up on what I should have done. Also I don't appreciate you telling me what I should and should not do. I know where I belong, and I knew that it was with you. If you had managed to leave before I caught up with you I would be…" She stopped talking and shuddered slightly. She lowered her legs, allowing her feet to touch the floor again. "I don't even want to think about it. Now my opinion is that this mafia business will bring us nothing but grief, but you are the leader I suppose and if you trust this will help you achieve your goals then I guess I really shouldn't say much about it." Mello looked at the female, her devotion always confused him but he supposed there really was no point in arguing with her. He slipped his tongue across the last of his chocolate before, slipping it into his mouth. Sybil shifted in her seat awkwardly Mello looked at her, before suddenly feeling rather guilty. He knew that Sybil had never done anything , but watch out for him she didn't deserve him acting as though her presence was not valued. He shut his eyes for a moment and sighed.
"Are you tired?" He asked her quietly. "It shouldn't be much longer until we're there, but I don't mind if you want to lean on me and when we get back you can stay in my room if you'd like." Sybils cheeks flushed a light shade of pink as she turned away from him.
Even when she was a child she always had trouble falling asleep, especially if she was alone. When she was a child he families apartment was small and she remembered sharing a room and bed with her older brother, after that the other girls she shared a room with at Wammy house brought her so feeling of comfort most of the time. Since the incident she shared a bed with Mello nearly every night. For the past 6 years it was Mello who was the one who often would be able to put her at ease and usually grant her the peace of sleep.
" I probably wont be able to sleep tonight, I usually don't sleep much after a kill you should know that." He looked at her quietly for a few moments before he slid closer to her and rested his head on top of hers, nuzzling his nose into her light brown hair. He inhaled deeply taking in her scent, it was sweet, a scent that he loved like peaches and cream. It always brought him back to thinking about how things were before all of this. She was right things were better before all of this shit, he just couldn't bring it back. He inhaled her scent again, feeling a longing come over him as he did so, a longing he had never felt so strongly. His cheeks tinted a light pink as he realized he never had really thought that way about Sybil before. The blond quickly moved his face further then her hair and went back to not being close. It was strange, but for a moment something had placed a really strange feeling in him. Up until now he thought of her as a defenseless child, someone who must be sheltered and protected, but time and time again it was her who was putting her life in harm's way for his sake. Despite being unable to fall asleep on her own she truly wasn't a child in fact it was a little scary how strong she really was. "Guilt is not the word I would use; it's more a feeling of restlessness does that make sense to you?" She asked, tilting her head up slightly to look him in the eyes. Mello, fingered his, cross beggin God to give him the power to remain steadfast in obtaining his goal. His listened to the female, feeling a small emptiness inside of his chest he began to feel sick. He felt so much for a girl whos emotions seemed to be so little, he felt so much for her, but he was so weak that all he did was hurt her. This longing he felt for her disgusted him because he was not worthy to taste that mouth of hers. He was not worthy of seeing her pale milky body, but he wanted to so badly he wanted her so badly. The realization of it all, truly made him feel ill.
"Well, you're always welcome to stay in my room. I don't think I'll be sleeping much tonight either my minds been rather preoccupied with shit recently if you haven't noticed." He mentally cursed himself and prayed for the strength to refrain from hurting her anymore. He prayed that he could be the man she deserved to be with, he prayed that he could one day kiss those soft lips of hers. He had never noticed until just then how her body had truly matured into that of a grown woman. He felt his loins ach lightly, he quickly pushed the thought of her from his mind before things got awkward. He shut his eyes, feeling the disgust creep over him. He hated himself for every time he ever laid a hand on her he hated himself because she never hit back. Since they had left Wammy house it was common for him to lash out at her from frustration. Sybil remained silent; she did not notice his discomfort for which Mello was very thankful. He took a bite of his chocolate bar as he sat thinking back on when he first became aware of her existence. Back in those days things were different, those were the days when he would've never thought about striking her the way he did now. He felt disgusting.