Sybil sat in the computer chair, half asleep, with a near empty bottle of root beer in her left hand.
She had her cheek against her right hand as she stared at the computer screen blearily.
At first, Misa had completely understood what was going on. Mogi had told her and she was able to understand why she was in such a condition with the blindfold and being strapped to the table. But, lately, the supermodel had become ignorant to what she was told. She kept insisting that L was a stalker who had kidnapped her. Strange, yes. Very strange. It was almost like she had temporary amnesia or something and frankly, it was making Sybil become very short-fused.
The young woman closed her eyes briefly, but soon jerked them open to keep herself awake.
Amane hadn't eaten nor had she had any water since her apparent loss of memory. In other words, L was torturing her until she gave something up, completely ignorant to the fact that the girl probably had the amnesia brought on by all of the stress. Again, he had come up with the plan without going to his comrade first. Most likely because he knew she wouldn't agree to it. But, Sybil was just too exhausted to care and again, L knew that.
Everyone in the Task Force hovered around the room, feeling rather useless. Not much was happening and Sybil was just about to stand up and leave when the cellphone in her pocket began to vibrate.
She sat up straight and dug into her pocket, noticing that it was a text message from Light.
Her green eyes narrowed.
He wanted to meet her outside to discuss something. It was important and had to do with the Kira investigation.
L glanced over to her as she placed down her bottle, grabbed her coat, and stood up.
"Where are you going, Sybil?" Matsuda asked.
Sybil rubbed her tired eyes before replying.
"I need to get some fresh air. I'm exhausted."
"Perhaps if you actually slept-" L murmured, receiving a brute smack in the back of the head as an answer.
"Don't be a smart ass. I need to get away from you too." L rubbed the back of his head, but didn't argue.
He deserved that, that much he knew. He hadn't exactly been involving her as much as he should have. But that was only because he knew that she would never agree to most of his tactics. They were two different people after all. Two different people with two different minds, two different opinions, and two different coping mechanisms for their crazy emotions that they tried so desperately to hide. Him, successfully for the most part.
"Anyway, I'll be back shortly."
"Be careful." Soichiro told her.
Sybil nodded with a smile, that L suspected to be quite fake, on her face.
She hadn't exactly had many reasons to smile lately. Perhaps he should try and make it up to her once the Task Force left for the night? Yes. That sounded like a plan. Even if it was to just talk, it would make him feel a little better about the current stand-still with their friendship as well.
"I will."
***
Sybil stepped outside of the hotel, soon spotting Light across the street.
She raised a brow and tipped her cap so that it slightly covered her face and her annoyed expression.
Hopefully, he wouldn't try and woo her with his charm again. She really wasn't in the mood, especially since she had more of a reason to suspect him of being Kira with the arrival of Misa Amane. But, if he did attempt such a feat, she wouldn't be able to tolerate it. He would most likely end up with a broken nose or bruised internal organs.
The detective stepped in front of the young Yagami and tilted her hat slightly so that her left eye was visible.
"Light, it's strange that you called me. You are allowed inside."
"Yeah, but I wanted you to know first." Sybil sighed and then smirked.
"Alright then. What do you have to say that's so important that you can't tell anyone else?"
"I'm going to tell everyone else, but I wanted to tell you first. I trust you." She covered her face again and nodded.
"Right then. Speak." Light locked his eyes with hers and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Well, you see, I think that I might be Kira subconsciously or something." Her eyes widened before they narrowed.
Truthfully, she didn't quite understand why someone would come clean with such a suspicion so casually. Especially if they had family in the police force. If she were to be in Light's position, she would have taken her life.
Besides, him being Kira subconsciously wasn't possible. Herself and L had monitored him for at least a week and his sleeping patterns were normal. No. Something strange was afoot here. Whether or not it actually had to do with Kira, or it was just Light wanting to be reunited with Misa, which was highly unlikely, something wasn't right.
After thinking this over for a few moments, Sybil locked her eyes back with Light's.
"I see. If you don't mind, I'm going to call Ryuuzaki."
"Yeah, that's what I wanted. You see, it'd be kinda awkward for me to tell him since I've been denying it for so long." Sybil narrowed her eyes again.
Again, something was wrong with that statement. Light was very charismatic. And though he enjoyed being right, probably as much as L, he knew when to admit he was wrong. He knew how to do it and how to look good doing it. This wouldn't be awkward for him at all.
"Alright." Best to just play along anyway.
She'd explain her findings to L later.
Sybil pulled out her cellphone and quickly punched in L's own cellphone number. The number that only herself and Watari had.
Almost immediately upon hearing the annoying sound of the phone ringing, Sybil heard her friend answer.
"Yes? Is something the matter?"
"That depends. I'm physically okay. Mentally, not so sure. Anyway, that doesn't matter. Light has something very important to admit to you." Sybil knew L would catch on and she was right.
"I see. Bring him inside. I have already made the preparations for such an event to occur."
"Thought so." She nodded to Light, who then began to walk inside the hotel.
Sybil narrowed her green eyes and studied him carefully as she abruptly ended the call.
L would get the hint. He was a genius after all.
"Something just isn't right about this." But, Sybil knew as well that she probably wasn't the only one who thought such a thing.
L most likely felt the same as she did, but just in case, she'd explain everything to him at a later time.
She also knew that things would only get more complicated from this point on and that things could go in one of two directions. For L or for Kira. L vs Kira. Whomever was the best would win this battle of justice and she was caught in the middle. She was caught in the middle of a battle that would most likely claim her life and what was even more complicated than that? Sybil had decided that she didn't mind being used just one last time, as long as it was L that was using her to win this war.
***
"You can't be serious!" Sybil re-entered the room, just as L stated that Light was to be placed in temporary confinement until further notice.
As expected, the young man's father wasn't exactly happy, and neither was anyone else.
"It needs to be done. As precaution." She spoke softly and was almost never heard.
If L hadn't of looked to her as she had entered, no one would have even noticed she had returned. They probably would've all thought that she went home to sleep.
No way in hell was that going to happen at such an important step. This would most likely determine how it would all end. Most likely. Sybil wasn't one hundred percent certain.
"But-" Soichiro began.
Sybil smiled weakly.
"It's understandable, how you much be feeling, Chief. However, there's nothing that can be done." The man sighed in resignation and Light placed his hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry, Dad. It's just to see if I'm right or not."
"Yeah, Light might be wrong and he might not be Kira!" Matsuda exclaimed and soon after a few more exchanges were made, Light was taken to some cell, blindfolded, and Soichiro soon followed to his own cell.
Unsurprising.
This father was completely devoted to his son and absolutely positive that he wasn't Kira. Bad news was, however, L and Carlyle were almost certain of it.
***
Six hours later, everyone that remained had returned home, apart from L and Sybil.
Sybil had left L's side, however, and had somehow managed to find her way all the way up to the top of the hotel, taking in the sights and smells of the city. She stood on the ledge, holding her arms out to keep her balance and to keep her from plummeting to her death.
Her short red hair, which had grown slightly in the time of the investigation, blew around her face. Her black cap was being held gently in her right hand as she continued to stand as still as ever.
It was dark. The moon and the stars, though not very visible, were out.
She had tried to stare up at them a few minutes earlier, but had given up. Truth be told, Sybil had an extreme dislike for the city. Back home, everything was so much clearer and she felt so much lighter. Almost like an- almost like an angel.
Her eyes opened and she glanced down to the ground, hundreds of feet below.
It was a good thing she wasn't afraid of heights. A very good thing.
Sybil closed her eyes again and ignored the aching of her arms as she kept in her position.
She wasn't quite sure why she had come up here. She was just annoyed with how L was acting lately, perhaps. She wanted to get away, but all the same, she didn't want to leave his side. She felt guilty for just standing up there and not helping him watch over Light and Misa. He must have felt so- he must have felt so alone.
Sybil felt tears welling up in her eyes as some more wind blew her hair.
She understood that feeling. She had felt it for fifteen years. However, she was never actually truly alone. She had her brothers. L, he had no one, but Watari and now, her. But, there she was. Probably, looking to most people, that she was about to jump. Well, maybe she was. Maybe she was about to jump, just so that she could spread her wings and fly just like an angel up to heaven. If such a place existed. If God existed. But, then again, based on what she had heard, those who take away God's greatest gift of life are cursed for all eternity.
Sybil frowned.
Again, she had caught herself thinking of such a being. God didn't exist. God didn't exist and if he did, she wanted nothing to do with him or his angels.
"Sybil. I hope you're not going to do anything rash." Her eyes opened up again and she quickly stepped down from where she was standing.
"I don't think I was, but I suppose there always is that off chance." L stared at her silently before glancing up to the sky.
He was about to finally say something, when Sybil spoke once again.
"Ryuu, I'm a pawn in all of this. A poor player that struts and frets her hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more." His eyes widened ever so slightly and he absentmindedly reached out and grabbed her hand, gripping it tightly.
He recognized that verse well.
It was part of one of the most important speeches during the Shakespearian play, Macbeth. The scene before Macbeth died bravely in battle after killing so many innocent people on impulse.
It hurt L dearly to hear Sybil speak such a line when she was so far from that person. She was so far from that murderous person. If anything, she was more like the valiant Banquo, who had died to save his son Fleance once Macbeth had sent murderers after them whilst they rode their horses through the forest. Banquo, was Macbeth's best friend.
In a way, now that the play was mentioned, L compared himself to Macbeth. Here he was, obviously deeply attracted to this brilliant young woman, and he was hurting her in the worst way imaginable. For the first time in a long time, guilt flowed over him as he thought about it.
"Sybil, you are in no way Macbeth. You are the valiant, brave Banquo who is always loyal and protects those you care about." She looked to him and glanced down to their interlocked hands.
Sybil stared at them before smiling weakly. Then, she hugged L tightly and cried into his shoulder.
Having dealt with this situations many times before, L didn't hesitate long to wrap his arms awkwardly around her, offering her all of the comfort he could give.
"I- I compared you to Banquo." She whispered suddenly and his eyes widened again before he looked down towards her.
"Hmm, thank you." Well, what else could he say?
Being Banquo was the best compliment he'd heard from her in a long time. It was nice to hear it.