"Well. Looks like I'm eating my hat, Ryuuzaki. There's five. Three more than I originally estimated." Sybil stated as she stared at the five men in front of her and L.
Then, she removed her hat and grinned.
"You have any salt?"
"That won't be necessary, Sybil." The detective murmured.
"Aww, but I was actually going to do this. I always wondered what leather tasted like. Oh well." The five police officers stared at her in disbelief.
"Um-" She gave a small wave.
"Listen, I'll start this all off, seeing as I'm not afraid of death. I'm Sybil, also known as the great detective, Carlyle." The woman placed her cap back on her head and the youngest of the police officers spoke up immediately.
"I always thought that Carlyle was a guy." Her green eyes flared.
"I swear. Everyone bloody thinks that a woman can't be as smart as a man. I got the same damn reaction from-"
"Sybil. Perhaps you should leave. You do have matters to attend to, do you not?" She grunted in annoyance.
"Yeah. Just don't get yourself killed. I was just starting to actually get used to you. Maybe even enough to let you in on some old family secrets to my genius." The young woman gave a small wave before she left the hotel room, managing to avoid tripping over her untied shoelaces.
L watched as she left, also noticing this.
Family secrets? That must mean her past. How she came to be such a person.
"Um, R- Ryuuzaki? Sh- shouldn't we get started with the case?" L looked up before spinning around to face his computer.
"Yes. Of course."
***
Sybil frowned as she had her back to a concrete pillar. Waiting patiently for the plane carrying her brothers to arrive.
Her green eyes stared at her untied shoes as she fiddled with the hem of her olive colored tank top. Within these eyes, the young woman remembered her entire past, leading up to her mother's death.
Dark sapphire eyes sparkled as two year old Sybil ran to her mother.
"Mommy!" Her mother's eyes widened in shock.
"Sybi. H- how-?" Sybil hugged her mother tightly.
"I love you, Mommy."
"J- Jerrod! Did you hear that?! Sybi's already putting full sentences together!" Sybil glanced over to a man sitting in an armchair reading a newspaper, who immediately dropped it to glance over at his daughter.
The toddler soon saw a grin spread across his face.
"I told you, didn't I, Jane? As soon as I saw her. She's the first girl of my family in six generations. She's got to be special." Little Sybil then released her mother and ran over to her father.
"Daddy! I love you too! Pick me up like Mommy!" Jerrod laughed before sweeping his daughter up and placing her on his lap.
Then, he grabbed something from the table where his glass of brandy sat. A black leather cap way too big for the girl. The man then placed it on her head and it covered Sybil's bright green eyes.
She pushed it up with her little hands and smiled brightly at her father's next words.
"I love you too, Sybi. Now, how about you go play with your brothers? Go teach them how to talk too. It's hard too understand a word they say nowadays. Keep the cap. It's yours now." Sybil climbed down from her father's lap to run from the room to find Taylor and Troy, who were playing with their toy trucks.
However, before she could get too far from the hall, the little girl stopped to listen in to her parents' conversation.
"Oh, Jerrod. Isn't she perfect?"
"No one's perfect, Jane. Something's bound to be different about our Sybi."
"I know that, but she's already progressing so well. She's not supposed to be talking like this." Jane replied quietly and the child could hear the fear in her voice.
"Our daughter is a genius, Jane. Accept it. I've been telling you that since she was born."
"How do you know, Jerrod? She could be sick and this could all stop. Her growth could stop all together." Sybil bit her lip, understanding the meaning behind the words at just two years of age.
Her father let out a sigh.
"Listen. I'll take her for an IQ test tomorrow and then to a doctor. Once we get back both tests, we'll see who's right."
Evidently, Jerrod was right.
Sybil adjusted her cap further.
That exact cap, her father had given her twenty one years earlier. However, the reason she kept it was not because she didn't blame her father for killing her mother, but was because it brought back happy memories with her mother.
The young woman sighed.
Yet, the memories also brought back the memories with her father. Probably the only one person she actually hated as much as Kira, if not more, and there wasn't much she actually hated. If anything, the young woman disliked even thinking the word hate. However, it was a natural notion for a human being to think that they felt the word hate.
Sybil grunted under her breath as she checked her watch.
When was that plane going to get there? L said that it was supposed to land in Tokyo at two o'clock. It was ten past four.
Suddenly, she heard running coming towards her and she braced herself for two sets of arms wrapping around her. However, that feeling did not come.
Her green eyes opened slowly and she looked up to see two handsome young men with blue eyes and brown hair. One of which had darker blue eyes than the other.
She blinked and then gave a weak smile before shaking her head.
"You idiots. I told you not to come."
"How'd you find us, Sybil?" She glanced towards the man with the baby blue colored eyes, smirking cheekily.
"Give me some credit, Taylor. I'm smarter than I look."
"Hey, did you actually become a girl since I saw you last?" Troy questioned with his sapphire blue eyes eying her over.
Taylor smacked his twin in the back of the head.
"Ouch!"
"He's just teasing, Sybil. You look great." The woman rolled her eyes.
"Six months changes nothing, does it? I'll take you to my apartment."
***
Sybil dodged Troy's punch and Taylor's kick as she quickly balanced herself on her hands. Then, she spun her feet, kicking both of her brothers in their stomachs.
"So, Carlyle, you're playing a part in this whole Kira thing?" Troy asked as he swung his leg, trying to trip her.
Sybil jumped up and then caught Taylor's wrist before he could manage to land his blow.
"Yeah. One of the lead investigators." Troy smirked.
"Figures."
"Yeah, well, at least I'm not working for Kira. I can't tell you too much about the current situation, but I can tell you to be prepared." Troy landed a punch on her cheek and Sybil stumbled backwards, wiping the blood from her face.
She gave a small, playful grin.
"You guys are getting better. But, you seem to have gotten kinda fat, Troy. Did you gain fifteen pounds in my absence?" He glared at her.
"It's muscle, damn it!"
"Hmm? You got yourself engaged and/or moved in with that Trisha woman. Men always gain weight when they actually commit themselves. It's some sort of initiation from the woman. A man has to be pudgier so that he has to work out just as much for their wedding day." Taylor laughed at her conclusion.
"Wow. You're still as observant as ever, and you're right. He got himself engaged to her three months ago." Troy swung another punch at his sister, who then ducked and head butted her older brother in his gut.
He grunted and then fell over, gasping for air.
Taylor then rolled his eyes and raised his hand in submission.
"You win, Sybil. Again." He sat down beside his twin and pulled off his sweat covered, green t shirt.
The young woman crossed her arms.
"And, what about you, Taylor? Did you actually get a girlfriend yet?"
"Nah. They're all up for tough guys like Troy. Not that it bugs me. I'm saving myself for that one special girl."
"Make sure her name is Jane." Sybil suddenly murmured, causing both her brothers to look at her with sore eyes.
Troy sat himself up.
"Syb-"
"Ah, don't mind me. I'm just tired and sweaty. I need a bath. And, judging by the smell, you guys do too. Troy, your bedroom is on the left. Taylor, your bedroom is on the right. Each of you have your own bathroom and both of you can do whatever you want to your room. I've got enough money for it, being Carlyle and all." The twins shook their heads, smiling weakly at their little sister.
"You probably do. I just hope that you don't go broadcasting that all over the city."
"What do you take me for, Troy? An idiot? Last time I checked, my IQ was sixty numbers higher than yours and fifty nine numbers higher than Taylor's." Troy crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.
"Always have to rub it in, don't you? Yes, you're a damn genius and I'm the stupidest one out of the three of us." Taylor mussed up his twin's hair.
"Ah, you're not stupid. Just mentally challenged, Pudgy." Troy snapped Taylor a glare.
Sybil laughed quietly.
"Go on, guys. You two need a shower. You stink."