Sybil clutched L's shirt tightly as she slept soundly against his shoulder for the first time in days. She had fallen asleep while the two of them were watching Light and Misa, but despite how quiet it was, L was grateful for it.

Sybil needed to sleep more. She had almost completely given it up in the recent days, most likely in an attempt to get back at him for forgetting her part in the case as his comrade. As his friend. But, after their small discussion, she had given up on not sleeping and had given into what her body craved most.

She had now been asleep for almost twelve hours, which had been quite expected because of her said, lack of sleep for seventy two hours.

L felt her grip weaken slightly and glanced down to the young woman as her eyes opened, revealing her deep green irises. She blinked a couple times, reached for her hat, placed it on her head, then sat up to rub her eyes.

"You're feeling better."

"Yeah. A whole lot better. Not as lost. Thank you."

"You're quite welcome. However, I believe that it will be best for you to go home and spend some time with your- father." His hesitance on the word didn't go unnoticed by the young woman.

"What's wrong, Ryuu?"

"You said once that you disliked your father to a huge extent. I don't understand how you can love someone you dislike." Sybil lowered her eyes to the floor in thought.

How to explain the bond of father and child. Father and daughter, no less. Then again, she wasn't exactly expecting her friend to understand.

"It's hard to explain. I- I guess I'm just a very forgiving person. Fifteen years is a long time to hate someone so important. In fact, without my father having done what he had done, you and I- you and I probably wouldn't be here talking like this now. I forgive him, not just because of the father-daughter bond we share, but because everything that we do now will surely play out somehow in the future. For good or for bad. This conversation, is good. Our meeting, is good. I thank Jerrod for that. However, though I may have forgiven him for the death of my mother, I still haven't forgiven him for the pain he's caused me and my brothers." L stared at her, now mulling over what she had said over and over again in his head.

Sybil's way of explaining things was somehow easy to understand. Even if he himself didn't remember what the bond of father and child was, Sybil had somehow explained it.

She smiled as his face suddenly showed comprehension of her words.

"I see. The love you feel is stronger than the negative emotions."

"Exactly. Although, I wish that it could be the same for the other aspects of my life. Not just family." Her voice was low as she then stood up, flashed L another smile, and walked towards the door.

He blinked once and then reached out to grasp her wrist, just before it got out of reach.

Sybil's eyes went wide and she mentally slapped herself. She should've kept quiet about the last part. Now, he'd ask questions. She didn't want to pour out and vent about her fears.

She trembled and L sighed quietly.

She obviously knew what was coming and didn't like it one bit. Just this once, he could butt out, couldn't he? Of course, it would be difficult, seeing he had such strong feelings for her, but butting out until a later time might actually be the best thing to do.

He reluctantly released her wrist.

"Hmm, nevermind. I shall ask about it later." Sybil looked over her shoulder, showing her confusion, but soon smiled weakly.

"Thank you. I- I'll see you later." Then, she was gone from his sight and L waited a few moments before calling up Watari.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Contact either Troy or Taylor Corvax. They need to answer some questions for me about their sister."

***

Troy grumbled in annoyance as the phone began ringing.

Probably Taylor again to ask him if he was positively sure about going back to Japan with Trisha and himself.

Troy would definitely yell the answer this time. Definitely. Then, he'd go on and give that brother of his a piece of his mind.

How twins could be so drastically different, personality wise, he had no idea, but he could swear that the only thing they had in common was their parentage, their birthday, and their looks. That's it. Taylor always had to be the perfectionist, while he on the other hand, did everything whether it was right or not. At least things got done.

"Let the phone ring, Troy." Trisha told him softly as some of her fingers rested on his bare chest and the rest, on his boxers.

Troy sighed before smirking back down at his, rather naked, fiancée.

"Can we put this on hold? Taylor might be annoying, but he's still my brother."

"Okay. I just hope our daughters get along as well as you two." Troy kissed Trisha lightly, letting one of his hands rest momentarily on her stomach, which still was flat seeing she was just barely two months along

He forgot about what he was supposed to do until that blasted phone rang again.

"God damn it. I'm going to kill him." Troy pushed himself out of the bed and picked up the phone angrily.

"Hello?" So, he hadn't shouted as he originally planned to.

He had briefly caught, instead of the familiar number of his brother, a rather different one he'd never seen before. It involved many numbers that he'd probably never remember.

"Is this Troy Corvax?" The voice too was unfamiliar.

Quiet and monotonous. Rather creepy in Troy's opinion.

"Yes it is. Now, who is this?" A brief silence before a reply.

"This is L." Troy's eyes immediately widened and he gripped the phone tightly with both hands.

"Is this about Sybil?! Is she okay?! Is she still alive?!"

"Yes. Very much so, but her emotional state has been declining rapidly over the past few weeks." Troy quivered in both anger and relief.

Then, he blinked.

"Her emotional state? Oh." He closed his eyes as he felt Trisha's hand on his shoulder.

He glanced over his shoulder, seeing that she was clad in a violet satin robe. A worried expression was on her face and he quickly gave a weak smile, indicating that it was definitely an overreaction.

Trisha stared at him, searching for truth in his sapphire eyes, before finding it. She too smiled and her fingers trailed his jawline.

"Good. I'll be waiting. Don't be long." He flushed.

Funny how she had that effect on him.

"I- I won't, Hun. Just go and wait for me." He turned his attention back to the phone call with a patient L on the other end.

"Her emotional state has been declining, you say? Wonder why?" He was being sarcastic, of course.

He knew exactly why.

"I was hoping you could tell me, Mr Corvax, seeing as I consider your sister a good friend of mine. She seems to be slipping and I fear that she may even attempt to take her own life." Troy snorted.

"Listen, Sybil isn't that weak. She might be completely insane at times, even depressed, but she would never sink that low. Besides, she doesn't believe in God. She would have nothing to gain by going that far. She absolutely despises being alone, which might be reason for her strange behavior. Hey, was she standing on top of a building recently? The whole, arms spread out thing?" Another brief silence.

"Yes. Today."

"She's trying to straighten herself out. Prepare herself for the anniversary of our mother's, eh, death. It's next week, you know. Not that she'd say it. She doesn't open up to people anymore. She was forced to grow up at a young age and lived on her own while my brother and I were in an orphanage."

"She mentioned living on her own since the age of eight." Troy smirked.

"Then she trusts you. But, I don't know that much about her myself. I'm not great with getting into her head. That's Taylor's job. Personally, I just think she's scared of dying. The reality of the possibility must be sinking in now." Finally, someone, other than himself, Trisha, and Taylor, was worrying about that girl.

This was a good sign. A really good sign that perhaps, this L and his sister would get together and share their emotions as he did with Trisha. Of course, no relationship would ever be as good as the one he was in.

"Elaborate, please."

"Alright. Hold a moment. I've been dying for this moment for ages." He took a moment to gather all his thoughts together before he pressed on.

"Ever since we've been reunited with her, Sybil has changed a great deal than when I remember her as a kid. In some ways good, in others, not so good. For example, she's taken great care in protecting others, but to do so, she'd throw herself out in front of a train if she had to. She doesn't think that her life holds much purpose anymore, since she's so afraid all the time."

"Yet, if she's so afraid of dying, why would she risk her life to save the life of another?" Troy chuckled.

"Ah, and that is what confuses me too. It doesn't make sense. But, I guess it has something to do with our past. You know, our father being a murderer and all. Especially since Sybil watched the murder. Maybe it's not so much the dying that scares her, but how it happens." Troy was rather proud of himself at this point.

He had just shown that Sybil wasn't the only one in the family that could put themselves in the head of another. Frankly, he felt on top of the world.

He felt superior.

L let out a quiet, but audible sigh.

"Thank you. That clears up some things for me. I apologize for intruding on your intimate time with your fiancée." Troy immediately flushed in embarrassment.

And now he felt like he was an idiot.

He really needed to be more inconspicuous with such private and enjoyable matters.

"It- it wasn't a problem." The call was then ended and Troy hung up the phone, still rather embarrassed.

Sure, he might've helped that L guy get a little more into the head of his sister, but at the expense of his dignity! Oh, he'd have to re-think Taylor's offer now.

"Troy, are you coming?" He straightened himself out quickly and smiled at Trisha.

"Oh, yes. I'm coming."

***

Jerrod raised his head upon hearing the door to the apartment open and he soon saw the silhouette of his daughter enter.

He recognized that solemn expression on her face, for she had been wearing it a lot lately. However, she wouldn't tell him why and he didn't exactly blame her.

Sybil kept her eyes shut tight as she tried to repress her negative emotions. Of course, when she felt the feeling of hunger in her stomach, she opened her eyes and blinked.

How long had it been since she had a proper meal? Days? Weeks? Well, it seemed that she hadn't had such a meal since she had met L. Her diet now consisted mainly of whatever he wanted to eat. Cakes, fruit, cookies-

She looked to Jerrod, who was seated on the couch and looking at her curiously. She smiled.

"Are you hungry? I'll make us something to eat."