"Oh, so the main reason you came was because there's been more killings and you couldn't wait to talk to me about them. How many?" L held up three fingers.
Sybil frowned.
"What's different about them? They can't be the normal heart attacks if you've come here to tell me this."
"Correct. These bodies were of criminals in prison. There is certainly a change in how Kira killed them. It seems that he somehow managed to control their actions leading up to their deaths, as well as their time of death. Also-" L handed Sybil three pictures.
Each of which was of the dead criminals.
"Each of which also wrote a suicide note."
"This isn't a note. It's a letter to you. Considering that you've openly told Kira, though a broadcast, that you were going to bring him down, this should've been expected." L stared at her and put another forkful of cake in his mouth.
Her green eyes searched the code and her frown deepened.
"L, do you know that Gods of Death eat apples?" She asked suddenly.
"Hmm. What does that have to do with the case, Sybil?"
"Ryuu, that's what the letters say all together. Each of these suicide notes ends. In this first picture of the note on the wall in the victim's blood." She pointed to it.
"L, do you know. It's not a complete sentence." She pointed to the second picture.
"That Gods of Death. Again, it's not a complete sentence." Sybil arranged the pictures in the order of the sentences, before continuing.
"The only way for this code to make any sense is if we combine the three incomplete sentences together. Kira is clearly messing with our ability to think straight, but, considering that he's using code, we can obviously say that we're dealing with someone smart. Very smart. Perhaps as smart as you."
"I do see your point. So, we are dealing with a young adult that is possibly at the head of his class?"
"He's still in high school. If he is even a he. With this evidence, we can't be certain if Kira is a male or a female. We can't rule anything out. We have to be on our toes. These are merely experiments." L nodded in agreement.
"Yes. That was obvious to me as well." Sybil continued to go over the pictures.
"What do you think would happen if Kira was to discover that there was two detectives instead of one?"
"Kira would most likely become threatened and target you as well." She nodded.
"I thought so." Sybil spun her cap so that it was backwards on her head and her short red bangs hung in front of her eyes.
"But, it will also cause him or her to become nervous, therefore giving us hope that he or she will become sloppy."
"Are you willing to risk that? It may just enrage him and cause more deaths."
"Yeah." She agreed, removing her eyes from the photos.
"Anyway, let's get off topic for a moment. Did you ever discover any prints on those bombs I gave you?"
"Hmm. Yes. Although, the prints did not belong to anyone in the system." She nodded.
"That makes sense. Kira supporters would be against criminals, not criminals themselves. However, they're criminals now. They killed seven men." L noted that her eyes seemed to become a little more determined when she said this.
Yet, she had been the first to discover the bodies.
He took another forkful of the chocolate cake, still staring at the young woman as she adjusted her cap to cover her eyes.
"There wasn't much evidence left at that scene either. Nothing apart from the bombs and the dead bodies." She concluded, absentmindedly rubbing her cheek.
L stared at her.
"You seem to be rubbing your cheek rather frequently. Does it hurt?" Sybil blinked and then glanced towards him.
"A little. Not as bad as yesterday, though. Tay-Tay refused to leave me alone. He feels really guilty."
"You're rather lucky to have siblings that care so deeply for you." She was silent for a few minutes before she smiled.
"Yeah. I suppose I am." Again, silence enveloped the companions before she grabbed another slice of cake.
"But, soon it'll just be me and Tay-Tay. Troy is heading back to our home country."
"I figured as much when I saw one of your brothers with a suitcase. If you don't mind me asking, why is he leaving?" Sybil grinned.
"Well, apart from the fact that he's got a fiancée, he's going to be a father." L was rather stunned by this fact.
Yet, L being L, he didn't show it.
"Congratulations." He murmured.
"I know. I can't really believe it either. I mean, me? An aunt? I won't be around much and the poor kid won't really know I exist." She replied, feeling how tense the air was getting.
"You don't give yourself much credit."
"Credit? For what?"
"You're rather protective of your brothers. It would seem to me that you would also be protective of your new niece or nephew. If anything, you would most likely be a good mother." Sybil blushed and then sighed.
"Yet, I could never be a mother. It's actually one of the things I'm afraid of. I can handle death just fine, but motherhood is ten times scarier. Being responsible for a life other than my own? I'll never be able to do it."
"Why is that?" L asked, although he already knew the answer.
It was obvious to him that in denying this fact, Sybil had obviously lost her mother tragically. And, it was most likely because her mother was only trying to protect her daughter.
"I'd really not like to talk about it."
"Very well. I apologize." Sybil then smiled.
"Don't apologize. It's a nice compliment that I don't usually get. Anyway, back on topic. What do we do now about Kira? Do we just wait until he or she screws up?" L chewed on his thumb.
"As much as I hate to admit it, it seems that there are no current leads. All we can do is go over the evidence that we have." She cringed upon hearing the word hate.
Her detective counterpart noticed this.
"Sybil?"
"That word. The word is so strong and negative. I dislike it. Please avoid using it as much as possible." He blinked.
"You seem to dislike many things. I apologize."
"Don't do that. Just promise me that you won't say it anymore. That word was used a lot in my home during one of my father's drunken rages." With that said, she stood up and stretched her arms behind her neck.
L stared at her, rather stunned.
"Drunken rage?"
"Mmm. I said too much to go back now. Despite me wanting to keep my past my past, I suppose I don't have much of a choice, but to tell you some things. Yes. Drunken rages. My father was an angry man when drunk. However, the only one he seemed to hurt was my mother and that was whenever I was in the room." Her eyes had a glazed look to them and her hands slowly became fists.
"My brothers never witnessed these outbursts, but they could always hear the screams."
"I'm s-" L stopped himself upon seeing the glare he was now getting from Sybil.
"Don't apologize to me anymore, Ryuu. You didn't do anything wrong. My past doesn't have anything to do with you or the investigation. You shouldn't have to apologize for it." She then smiled at his rather dumbstruck expression.
L quickly regained his previous composure.
"Now, enough about me. Let's get back down to business."
"Hmm. Yes. That would be a plan. However, we seem to be out of cake." Sybil gave a small laugh, catching at what her friend was hinting on.
"Wait here. I'll be right back." When she left, the remaining detective in the room suddenly felt strange.
Lonely perhaps. Yes. Lonely.
He frowned.
Why was he lonely? He was quite used to being with just Watari for company and Sybil hadn't gone far. If anything, she was only ten feet away.
L chewed on his thumb, again frustrated.
This frustration he was feeling never occurred before meeting the rather intelligent Sybil. However, this was not because he was unable to read her. It was something else. But what exactly was causing this frustration?
The answer wasn't coming to him as easily as he would've liked it to come.