L stared at Sybil as she sat next to him in the car.
She was staring out the window and tapping her fingers impatiently against her thigh.
"Am I that fascinating that you'd rather study me than talk about the case?" He chewed on his thumb.
"You look rather impatient."
"It's anxiety. I sort of suffer with it." Sybil replied, pulling her gaze from the window to look at her fellow detective.
She gave him a small smile.
"Anyway, maybe we should actually begin to talk this over. I've concluded that Kira is a young adult, possibly nearing the end of high school. I've also concluded that he's killing with just a name and a face. He's trying to cleanse the world of imperfections, starting with criminals." L noted that her voice was slightly quieter than before.
Why? Was she scared? Or, was it merely because of the anxiety that she said she suffered with?
"Then, we have both come to the same conclusion." He told her in his soft monotone.
Sybil nodded.
"So, what do you think we should do?" L continued to stare at her.
"What do you think we should do?" He asked her in response to her question.
She tensed before smiling again.
"Everything we can to stop this kid. Even if it takes our lives." Her cap had fallen into her eyes and she looked almost evil.
L's onyx eyes took this in.
Her green eyes were full of determination, which added to her almost evil look. What would happen if he removed her hat?
Out of curiosity, L reached forward and removed the hat from her head. Her red hair fell in front of her face and her eyes now showed mere shock.
"Your hat makes you look angry." He told her in his quiet voice.
Sybil blinked a couple times before grinning happily.
"Well, I don't want that. And, judging by the way you removed my hat, you don't want that either." L handed the young woman back her cap and she brushed back her bangs before placing it back on her head.
The brim being on the back of her head so to keep the cap from falling into her eyes. Her red hair drifted back to her face.
"Anyway, back to the subject of Kira. There's no logical way for him to be able to kill these criminals. That means, that we've got to be prepared for anything. This is going to be something almost fearful. But, I handle death and pressure well. I'll do absolutely anything necessary to put a stop to this. I'm not afraid to leave the safety of four walls, either." She gave a small yawn before closing her eyes for a brief moment.
L smirked slightly. Then, he noticed the dark smudges under her eyes.
He should probably get Watari to drive her home, considering that she did say she was exhausted. And, judging by how weak her voice was getting, she wouldn't last too much longer without falling asleep.
"Perhaps we should take you to your place of residence?" The male detective asked.
Immediately, Sybil tossed him a look of amusement.
"Wow. Already I get to take you to my home. Maybe you are going to get to third base with flattery." L didn't reply.
Sybil sighed.
"Yeah. It probably would be better for me to get home and take a nice long nap. Oh, and I'll also give you the bombs I disarmed in Aoyma. You probably have a better means of checking for prints than I do."
"You kept them?"
"Of course. They're related to this case." L chewed on his thumb.
Interesting. She kept the bombs just because they were related to Kira.
"How could they help?" He questioned.
Sybil shrugged.
"I dunno, but I'm sure as hell not gonna risk it. I'm not one to dismiss ideas that could possibly lead to the capture of a serial killer. I've also got copies of the pictures taken at the scene. Each of the seven bodies." The woman yawned again before turning her attention back to the tinted window.
"Yes. Those will be a great help, I suppose."
"Yeah. They should be." Another yawn.
She adjusted her cap so that it covered her eyes once again.
"I live in a small apartment on Ahiru. Number six hundred and sixty six. I might as well give you the key, seeing that we'll be working together. This way, you can drop in whenever you want." She dug into her pocket and pulled out a ring of keys.
Then, she unhooked one of them from the ring and placed it in L's hand.
The young man was confused, but didn't show it in his face.
Why was she being so trusting? For all she knew, he could be Kira. However, she still trusted him. Why?
This bothered him to a huge extent.
"In giving you this key, Ryuuzaki, I'm trusting you with my identity and my life. I'm a very trusting person. I have no reason not to trust you, as of yet. Don't prove me wrong." She told him.
Her voice was strong, clearly stating that she was not one to mess with.
L knew that was true.
There was no way in hell that he was going to take her trust for granted. Not when she would be such a great help when it came to solving this case.
"Of course, Sybil. I have to admit, I'm quite honored to have earned your trust so quickly."
"No one has to earn my trust. I start off trusting people, until they give me a reason not to trust them. Oh, and you don't have to feel honored. I'm just a normal person and I deserve to be treated like one. Just like you do. Besides, Ryuuzaki, there's some things that even I can't do." He resumed chewing his thumb.
"I believe that. No one is capable of being able to do everything. And I respect your wishes of being referred to as normal. However, normality is only a fantasy." Sybil smirked.
"I know. But, it's still a fantasy that I enjoy having." She crossed her legs and L noted that her shoelaces were completely untied.
Not only that, but it seemed that they had never been tied since she had owned the shoes. The laces were worn and dirty.
Sybil looked from the window and back towards L. She smirked again upon finding him focusing on her untied shoes.
"Don't be so surprised. I happen to notice that you don't seem to be wearing any shoes."
"They are rather uncomfortable. However, what intrigues me is not that you wear shoes, but the mere fact that it seems to me that you have never tied them." She looked back to the window.
"I'll gladly answer that for you one day. But, not right now. I mean, we've only just met. Give me a little while to get to know you a little more."
"You give me the key to your home, yet you cannot-"
"Hell, my professional and my personal life are two completely different things. Don't pry any more." She cut him off, her voice sounding rather annoyed.
L tilted his head and chewed on his thumb once again.
"Of course. I apologize."
"Don't worry about it. Just consider it a warning." Her eyes remained to the window.
L's onyx eyes studied her.
This girl was indeed intriguing. She was so trusting with her life, but yet she refused to tell him too much more about herself.
That could prove troublesome in getting him to trust her as much as she seemed to trust him. After all, who better to be Kira than one of the top detectives in the world.
"I can't possibly be Kira, if that's what you're thinking." Sybil suddenly said, her voice tearing L from his trance.
He locked his eyes with hers.
An amused glimmer shone in them.
"Why is that?"
"I wasn't even in the country when the killings started. I was in Canada. I've got proof too. I asked the company to fax me the information of my flight, in case I was to become a suspect. I actually didn't come to Japan until six months ago. I already have citizenship and have had it for the past seven years." She immediately dug into her pocket and pulled out the needed information.
Sybil then handed it to L, who took it with his index and thumb. He then looked over the information.
"It seems that you thought well ahead."
"I'm Carlyle, what do you expect? Oh, I get it. It's because I'm a woman. We're all supposed to be less thoughtful about such things. Well, let me tell you something, L. It's been proven that women make better detectives than men. There was a scientific study on it a year ago. We've got better memories for the smaller details. We notice things."
"I never doubted your ability. Only your innocence. You do fit the age group." Sybil stopped him there.
"Wrong. I left high school at the age of eleven. That was twelve years ago. I'm twenty three."
"You look younger." Sybil grunted in annoyance.
"Thanks. I guess. However, my gender and my age shouldn't be judged. I am who I say I am and there's no reason for me to be anyone different. I can't be anyone different. I hold no other talent. No other reason to live." She murmured the last part so quietly that it was just barely audible.
L watched as she glanced to her shoes.
No other reason to live? For some reason, he completely doubted that.
"Miss Sybil." Watari's voice suddenly spoke up as the vehicle stopped.
Sybil smiled weakly.
"Thank you, Sir. I suppose that I'll see you later, Ryuuzaki." Sybil's voice was quiet and, before Watari could even step out to help her from the car, she was at the door of her apartment.
L blinked before he followed her.
"Watari."
"Of course, Sir." The old man stayed in the Mercedes while L walked towards the young woman as she fumbled with the keys.
"No other reason to live, Sybil?" He questioned.
She sighed and leaned against the door.
"This career is the only thing I can see myself doing with the mind I have. Besides, I couldn't possibly live a normal life after all I've done. I can only do the best I can to make it seem normal. If I were to even try and live the normal life now, most people would be intimidated by my-" She stopped.
"- if I say the word intellect, I'll feel vain."
"I do understand what you mean." L replied in his soft monotone.
He really did understand. After choosing the path that both detectives had chosen, there was little chance of just dropping everything and becoming an average person. Their careers were the only thing that they could possibly live for.