"Sybil, you didn't think about what happened at all?" Matt had somehow lit another cigarette while still playing the video game. Sybil lit one of her own as well; her head was spinning from the drinks and looking back at everything. The way things had happened was less than ideal to say the least; she was embarrassed to see him again. This was the only boy she had ever kissed and no body knew about it but them. When it came to things like this she just didn't know how she was supposed to feel she didn't know what to think. When it came to these sorts of this she was always clueless. The woman to a drag from her cigarette and sat back in the couch making herself comfortable.
"It's not as though I've forgotten what happened I just have no idea what to make of it." Matt sighed, exhaling smoke as he did so. The female sat silently for a few moments watching him play his game before she shut her eyes. "I don't know how I'm supposed to feel, to be fair you kind of… sprung that on me. How was I to even know it was a legitimate feeling and not something in the moment." The male suddenly stopped his game and turned to look at Sybil, she looked up at him. To her surprise he was smiling, not at all angry about what she just said.
"Hey you should play some Mortal Combat with me. It's not often I get to face a human opponent." Sybil frowned at him, she was never very good at video games and he knew it. The female looked at the game controller her was handing to her and back up to Matt who was grinning. The female narrowed her eyes before snatching the remote away from her friend.
"You know how I hate these things Matt."
"Yeah I know you almost never played with me when we were kids."
"Well I don't like to lose."
"Nobody likes to lose, don't worry I'll go easy on you."
"Why even bother I'll lose either way." They both selected their characters and Sybil butted out her cigarette knowing she would not be able to play and smoke the same way Matt did.
"Yeah you probably will, but that's ok. I'm just the best." He said with a smirk with that the two began to play "At first when I kissed you I was wondering why I did that. It didn't take long for me to see that I really had always had a crush on you and I always felt unsecure about yours and Mellos relationship with each other. Let's face it you were just so good at so many different things and so pretty and I was lucky enough to get to spend almost every moment with you. I never felt good enough and I wanted you to pay as much attention to me as you did to Mello and the day you left it was just like a big wave of emotions crashing over me. I felt the only real thing I could do was to kiss you. The feelings I felt were legitimate, but I can understand you not feeling like they were. Mello and I had been through so much and I knew Mello must've felt the same for you. The looks he always gave you, the way he would treat you was different then everyone else. I felt a though he valued you even more than he valued me and that hurt even more. After you left I thought about what dear friends you were and I deeply regretted not going with you. I really was just scared, I'm still scared but I'm not going to let you guys risk your lives and do this on your own. I'm going to come with you back to America, there is nothing for me to do here and I belong with Mello and you. As for what happened 2 years ago know that I still feel the same way and I think I always will." While they were talking the female was getting her ass handed to her by Matt, after dying twice she threw the controller on the couch and listened to him without distractions while he face the CPU.
So Matt had feelings for her, and they were ironically both jealous of each other. The female sat back and continued to listen, becoming a little alarmed, he assumed Mello felt the same way? What way was that? She pushed that part from her mind. The important part was that Mello would now be able to do what he wanted to do, Matt would be a tremendous help to them. She smiled at him before throwing her arms around the boy. He was taken off guard but simply rest his head on top of hers while he continued to play his video game.
"It means so much to me and I know it means so much to Mello too. I'll make the arrangements immediately."
"No allow me, I also need to find a way to get my car transported over there." The female looked at him car then back at him "I got it nearly 4 months after you both left, it got me in a lot of trouble with Rodger he also scolded me for how I had obtained the money, but at least he didn't turn me in."
"Turn you in? How exactly is it you got the money to pay for that thing anyway?"
"The same way I get money to pay for anything, I steal someone identity. Usually some spoiled rich American, in my opinion they utilize their money in the worst way. Americans are so greedy, they keep so much to themselves."
"Let's not get into an argument about morality you truly are the last person to talk, Miss I can kill you with my bare hands. You say you kill for survival I say I stole for survival." Matt smirked at her. The female looked towards the ground she couldn't help, but feel annoyed, stealing was always a choice killing wasn't always a choice. It was something that had to be done most of the time. She wouldn't admit that Matt did sort of have a point. "That car has gotten me out of a few situations which would have been rather unpleasant and I'm sure it will help in the future. Also with more money me you and Mello won't have to be sleeping under the same roof as the mafia." Sybil rolled her eyes
"I suppose you should do whatever it is you want then, make the arrangements as soon as possible I'm sure Mello is anxious for us to come into contact with him." Matt stopped playing his game and looked over at her.
"Are you hungry or anything I can order us some food or take you out somewhere? I know a few places that serve some real nice food."
"You don't have to do that Matt."
"So you are hungry then? It's settled I guess I'll have to take you out somewhere.
"We really shouldn't do either like I said I probably have men looking for me."
"Fine, fine whatever you want I wont make a fuss about it if you don't want to eat than we don't have to eat." The male stood up and walked over to what looked like a cell phone and placed an order that Sybil was not able to hear. Afterwards he walked over to what looked like a makeshift kitchen he had a small refrigerator as well as a microwave and a shelf full of liquor. When Sybil caught a glimpse of Matt she saw he was smirking still. He grabbed two cups and placed them on the counter
"Would you at least like a drink?" He asked while he while already pouring himself what looked like a gin tonic. "I've got pretty much every type of alcohol you could ever want, choose your poison."
"Whiskey sour."
"Hahaa, well I have to say I didn't expect that but I'll make it just hold on." The female sat in silence as she took out her cellphone seeing she had received three missed calls from Mello while she had been traveling and talking to Matt. She quickly called him back allowing Matt to prepare her drink for her.
"Sybil, are you ok, have you made contact yet?"
"Yes, he was waiting for me at the airport." She glanced over at Matt, though his eyes were covered by his goggles she could she the apparent look of disdain in his face. "He's agreed to come back to America he has terms though."
"Anything he wants he gets, money is no object." Mello said, "We need him."
"I know, and we have him, like I said Matt has agreed to work with us , but he has terms. He is making the arrangements to come back so I do not know yet when we will be back in L.A." They were both silent for a moment "How are thing without me there?"
"Not to good, Rod had another few hits lined up for you to do. He was not happy that you took off, I explained to him the situation, but did not seem to care. I didn't tell him where you were but I'm sure he will be able to find out if he wants to. Keep on your toes, I know I've said this to you before but Rod is not very fond of you. He may see this as an opportunity to wipe you out."
"Not to worry, you forget that I'm the brawn in this whole operation. Whatever that mean old baldy throws at me I can take it." They were both silent for a moment, Sybil smiled at Matt as he handed her her drink. He sat down next to her and resumed taking sips from his drink while playing what looked like a racing game.
"Don't tell me not to worry, I am worried. You really have to be careful, please tell Matt to make the arrangements to come home immediately."
"Ok I will, bye."
With that Sybil hung up the phone and glanced over at Matt, he had taken his goggles off and now wore them around his neck. She saw now how tired he looked, Matt never slept well he would always rather stay up all night playing games then sleep. She remembered how often he would be scolded as a child, the thought made her giggle a bit. She took a few gulps of her drink before Matt began to spoke.
"Mind if I ask what was so funny before?"
"I was just thinking about when we all lived in Wammy house and how we would always be getting into some sort of trouble. The three of us were the absolute worst." Sybil laughed a little more, Matt smirked along with her.
"I don't know why I would get in trouble I never did anything wrong to anybody, you on the other hand would get into a brawl almost every week. Of course Mello was always there to egg you on." The female quickly downed the rest of her drink causing Matt to quirk and eyebrow. "Why is it even way back then when we all had just become friends…. Why did you always follow him with no questions. You always did as he wanted."
"That's not true, I've always done what is best for him. That's what your supposed to do for someone you care about, no?"
"Would you like another drink?" Matt asked her gruffly, already heading back to his makeshift kitchen before she had a chance to answer. He began to make her another drink though she was already becoming a little drunk.
"I think I followed him because he was the one who told me what to do. Through my whole life been before I came to Wammy house my life has been… directed by someone else I suppose you can say." Matt handed her second drink and sat down, not turning his video game back on. "You never told me what to do, you hardly looked at me let along spoke to me how was I to know you wanted the same attention as Mello? For the first year we knew each other you almost completely ignored me."
"I was just embarrassed to speak to you, it was back when you're voice had that nice accent every word you said drove me crazy. Mello felt the same way." The female blushed upon hearing Mello used to speak about the way she used to talk. Her accent, the thing she tried so desperately to get rid of was something both of the boys actually liked about her. "You probably hate to admit it , but sometimes when you speak I still hear it." Sybils cheeks flushed pink she looked over towards the floor, people at Wammy house never spoke about their lives before Wammy house. She had never talked about her life before Wammy house with anyone except very vaguely with Near, that was to be expected though after all Near was the one to teach he English.
"I still here yours and Mellos too, we aren't supposed to talk about this though." She took a sip from her drink, as Matt finished his off.
"We weren't supposed to talk about this at Wammy House those are things that only we are supposed to know. Like our names, we can never tell anyone our names."
"Oh no, the names is a completely different thing. I just thought about it a lot while you were gone, how about I tell you where I'm from then you tell me where you're from." Sybil remained silent, she never thought this would be something she would talk about. She never really thought to much about France, thinking about her home always brought up unpleasant memories.
"I wont tell you, but I'll let you guess." Sybil said while light up a cigarette, Matt smirked and lit his own.
" I would have to say France, for sure you're French. Not only does your voice have the appeal of the French your features posses the soft charm of the French. Am I right?"
"Of course you're right, I'm French."
"What region?" Sybil eyed him before rolling her hazel eyes.
"I'm not telling you that, now you tell me where you're from."
"You should guess it first." The female took a pull from her cigarette while she looked the male over. She had never thought about where Matt might be from. She always thought he was just from England at Wammy house that was how she thought of everyone from Wammy house. The small female shrugged as she gave her answer
"I suppose you might just be English." Matt rolled his eyes.
"You would be supposing incorrectly then." He looked at her expectantly "Well I suppose you aren't going to guess anymore?"
"Irish?" She asked, he shook his head
"Australian."
"Australian, I don't think I would have ever guessed that."
"I came to Wammy house when I was very young I don't think I really learned much while in Australia. My mother was Australian my father Scottish… " As he finished his sentence he heard a loud knock on the door. The female looked at him, she had a strange feeling about the way the person knocked it seemed rather aggressive. The female motioned for Matt to stay in his seat, she loaded her pistol and walked towards the door. Matt followed her
"Fuck. Why would you work with such people?"
"I work with them because Mello says it's necessary If it's anyone from the mob…" She began to hear someone attempt to break in. "Is that the only entrance into this house?" Sybil asked before downing the rest of her drink. She handed Matt the pistol as she set up her sniper gun.
"Yeah, that's the only way someone can get in…. How many do you think there are?"
"Probably no more than four. Not to worry you're with me I'll keep you safe Matt. We should get in the car, drive out there run down who you can I'll shoot who I can."
"I know that bitch is in here!" She heard a familiar voice shout "Come out or we'll smoke you out."
"I would take what you need right now, don't think you will have a place to come home to later." She sat in the passengers seat in his car as he quickly threw various items into his trunk. Sybil positioned her gun and Matt slammed his foot down onto the gas causing them to break through the metal which was blocking them from outside. As soon as the got outside she saw Matt had hit one of the men and sent him flying into a building across the street. She dealt quick headshots to the ones who had not been hit by the car before Matt sped away.
"Sorry about that, I didn't mean to cause us to have to leave so suddenly. We should make arrangements to go back to L.A. as soon as possible I have business with Rod. I want to know why he thought he would be able to kill me with those fools. I thought I had already spelled it out for him there is no killing me_" Matt slammed onto his breaks.
"Enough Sybil, you're a human just like the rest of us and you can be killed. I don't like the reckless way you handle things." The female rolled her eyes
"Oh please save it for when you see Mello, I seem to be the only person who has faith in my abilities anymore."
"How can you expect anyone to take you seriously when you dress and talk the way you do? You look just like any other girl, so frail and sweet I know that your life can be taken from you so easily."
"Matt keep driving don't be so stupid." She snapped at him. Sybil hated being reminded of her vulnerabilities she knew she was human she just had to stay strong, she had to believe she was invincible. The male paused for a moment before angrily switching gear and driving away. The female stared out the window glumly as he drove towards the countryside.
"I must say that you don't sound Australian at all. You don't sound British either, you sound more… Scottish then anything, why is that Matt."
"Why should I tell you why? I told you what country I was from and you told me what country you were from. Tell me something else first and then maybe I'll tell you why I speak this way." Sybil was silent for a few minutes, she stared out the window while thinking what she could tell him. She didn't want anyone to discover her true identity not even Matt or Mello. Whatever she said couldn't be something he could really use to narrow down his search.
"The region I'm from, I'll tell you what region I'm from I recalling you asking me earlier."
"Why are you so curious all of a sudden?"
"I don't know Matt does it really matter?"
"Not really no… Tell me then where are you from? I used to think you were from Lorraine, but I don't think I'm right."
"You're not. I'm from Nord-Pas-De-Calais a very small town in the mountains. I can barely remember the name of that place now, I remember my house being so beautiful."
"Did you like it there?"
"No, I hated it there." Matt was silent for a moment "Now tell me why you sound like you're Scottish though you claim to be Australian."
"My mother was Australian, but my father was Scottish. I was raised in a very desolate area in Australia my mother wasn't around my father raised my by himself. For the first four years of my life he was the only voice I had ever heard."
Sybil couldn't help but feel a little bad, she could tell by the look on Matt's face that he probably never got to meet his mother she probably died. She also couldn't help but feel a little jealous, she couldn't remember the last time she felt that way for her mother. To Sybil the death of her parents was a release she hated them so completely and it was so fitting that they burned with all of the belonging they were able to obtain by using her. Since that day she was in control and she would not let anyone say any different.
