At a table in headquarters, Sybil had a pen in hand and a piece of paper sat in front of her.
Her emerald eyes scanned over its words, checking to see if she made any errors before she continued.
"Hey, what are you doing, Sybil?" She glanced up at Matsuda, the youngest police officer of the group.
He was hovering over her shoulder.
"I don't appreciate you looking over my shoulder, Matsuda." He blushed lightly in embarrassment.
"Sorry."
"It's fine."
"But, what are you doing?" She looked over to the other four officers, which were busy at work.
Then, she looked over to L, who was staring at his computer. Like always.
It couldn't hurt to let Matsuda in, hopefully.
"Seeing as you're the only one who's noticed, I suppose it wouldn't hurt for me to open up to you. Sit down and I'll explain." He obeyed, his dark blue, almost black, eyes stared at her with curiosity filling them.
He then ran his fingers through his dark hair.
Sybil smirked.
"I figured, that since there's a high chance that I'll die, I need to actually be prepared. So, this entire time, I've been writing my will."
"Wh-?!" Sybil instinctively covered his mouth with her hand.
"Shh, Matsuda. Don't be so loud. People are trying to work." He nodded and she removed her hand, once again picking up her pen.
"What? Why? You're not planning to die yet, are you?"
"It's not a suicide note. It's merely a precaution, in case Kira kills me. I've got two brothers. I'm also sending money to several orphanages all over the world. If I die, where will everything go? I'm planning to have half of my money be halved again for my brothers. The other half will then be separated into several equal amounts as my final donation to the orphanages." Matsuda watched as she signed the piece of paper before folding it and sticking it in the rim of her black cap.
"I've also requested to be cremated. There's no way in hell that I'm going to leave a headstone behind for my family to cry over. Besides, memories are more important than staring at a lifeless, flat slab of rock with a name, a date of birth, and a date of death engraved on it."
"How long have you been thinking about this?" Sybil smiled weakly.
"Fifteen years."
"Fifteen years?!" She sighed, but no one seemed to pay attention.
At least, not that she noticed.
"Shut up. You're going to distract people from the real issue. What I plan to happen after I die, doesn't have hardly anything to do with Kira. Now, speaking of Kira, you should get back to work."
"R- right. Sorry for bugging you." Sybil flashed him a grin and he blushed once again.
"Don't worry about it." After a few moments, she stood up.
"Alright, Ryuuzaki. I've got to go. See you tomorrow morning." L glanced over his shoulder towards her.
His black eyes looking rather intrigued.
"Of course. Be safe, Sybil."
"I'll try not to get myself killed. Same to you guys." She gave a small wave.
"However, if anything happens, call me immediately." The male detective turned back to his computer and watched her reflection as she left.
"That girl is so young." Soichiro murmured.
"Sybil is not as young as she looks." L stated calmly.
Aizawa frowned.
"How do we know that she isn't Kira, Ryuuzaki? Not that I'm insulting your judgment or anything. It's just that, she's smart enough."
"Aizawa does have a point. As much as I don't like the idea, Sybil could possibly be Kira. Couldn't she?" Matsuda wondered.
Soichiro furrowed his brows, considering the thought.
L caught this.
"Sybil is not Kira."
"How can you be so sure?"
"She has an alibi. She wasn't in the country until after the killings started. She has given me the information to prove this. Also, she doesn't fit the age group." He chewed on his thumb.
"Exactly how old is she?" Matsuda questioned.
"That is not my business to say."
"Oh. A- alright." L quickly returned to work, ignoring the nervous feeling in his gut.
Or, at least trying to. It was difficult to ignore, because he was growing quite accustomed to Sybil's presence.
L plucked the strawberry from the top of his cake slice and put it in his mouth.
Perhaps there was something to actually gain from this situation with Kira.
***
Sybil was immediately tackled by Troy when she entered her apartment.
"Gah!" She fell backwards, but his tight hug kept her standing.
"Troy! Let her go! She's turning blue!" Taylor exclaimed, grabbing his twin by the collar of his brown shirt.
He then pulled Troy off of their younger sister and threw him towards the couch.
Sybil fixed her cap and took a deep breath.
"What's with him?" She asked.
Taylor ran his fingers through his shaggy brown hair.
"I dunno. He's been acting so happy ever since he called Trisha this morning."
"Oh. Really now?" She raised a brow and looked towards Troy, who was staring at his hands with a goofy smile plastered all over his face.
Sybil then smirked.
"Oh. I know what's wrong with him. Pudgy's going to be a daddy." Troy immediately jumped to his feet, still grinning.
"Yeah! It's great news! The love of my life is going to have my baby in just eight months!" He threw himself at Sybil again, but Taylor stopped him.
"Relax, Pudgy. Go take a nap or something. You're going to exhaust yourself with all this joy." Sybil stated calmly.
Troy nodded, still smiling brightly.
"Of course!"
"Then, tomorrow, I'll get you a plane ticket for home. I'm sure you'll want to be there for your fiancée now." Troy's smile immediately faded and he looked conflicted.
"You could possibly die because of this Kira guy, couldn't you?" He asked quietly.
Both the brothers looked to their sister, who's cap was now covering her green eyes.
"Sybil. Tell us." Taylor demanded.
She remained silent.
"Yes. I could possibly be killed. There's a very high chance of it, actually." She felt herself get punched in the stomach and the young woman stumbled backwards into the wall.
"You idiot! Why would you bring yourself into such a mess?!" Troy shouted, his face dark with anger.
She inhaled sharply, trying to ignore her pain.
"Because, Troy. It's the right thing to do. Kira has to be stopped."
"But not at the expense of your life! You selfless jerk!" She raised her head slightly, but avoided the eyes of her brothers.
"Selfless jerk? I suppose it's better than being selfish."
"Gah! I'm going to kill you, you know that?!" Troy swung his arm at her again, only to be held back by his twin.
"Enough, Troy! Sybil has a point! Kira has to be stopped! I don't like this anymore than you do, but think about it. You've got a fiancée and a child coming into the world. You've got to go back home to Canada."
"I- I-" Troy grit his teeth and glared at his sister almost hatefully.
"- you have to make things so hard for us all the time!"
"And for that, I'm sorry. However, this is the life I've chosen to live, Troy. Please accept-" She was interrupted with a brute smack across the cheek.
Yet, this time it wasn't from Troy. It was from Taylor.
Sybil slowly raised her head to meet the angry, light blue eyes of her usually calm and collected older brother.
Her own green eyes were shocked, but the rest of her face was emotionless. Her cheek was already bruised and beginning to swell.
"I hate it when you act like this! Besides, we've already accepted who you are. We know that we can't change you back to who you were." Taylor had his fists clenched tightly together and Troy placed his hand on his brother's shoulder.
Sybil pulled her hat over her eyes and then turned to the door.
"I don't like who I am. I wish I could change back, but he ruined everything. That bastard ruined everything. The dreams that I once had, shattered. This life is all I've got now." With that said, the young woman opened the door and left.
Taylor went to follow her, but Troy grabbed his arm.
"Don't, Tay. She needs her time alone right now. Besides, haven't you noticed the cameras around here? She'll be followed."
"I'm still worried." There was the quiet meow of the orange tabby cat and Taylor then sighed.
"But there's nothing we can do, but wait until she comes back. That girl just better not get herself killed."