The shinigami watched from the skies how the two detectives interacted and it soon smirked.
"Interesting. Humans are very interesting. No wonder Ryuk dropped his Death Note here." It stared at a notebook that it held in its hand, thinking carefully.
"But, it messed up the balance. Gotta restore that before things get way out of hand. Orders from the King himself." It watched the young female, Sybil Corvax, and her detective companion, L Lawliet, re-enter the building and it fluttered down after them.
"Lucky I was dying to get away from that place, or else I would've never agreed to this. Probably why the King wanted me of all shinigami to do it." It narrowed its purple irises and licked its lips.
"Now, just which one would be better to receive this? That Corvax girl or the Lawliet? Interesting. One wrong move and this world of humans could spiral out of control, right to its end." Still following the two as they walked down the corridors of the hotel, it then studied their lifespans.
"The Corvax has less time than the Lawliet. It probably would be best to give it to her. Shinigami would be less inclined to kill her before her time, then." The shinigami's eyes flickered back and forth between the two detectives, still contemplating.
"'Sides, she's a little more interesting. Emotional roller coaster with that father of hers back in her life. But, if I were to give it to the Lawliet, he'd be more inclined to keep it secret from her in order to protect her. Not that it'd do much good. She's got one short lifespan." It continued to think this decision over, soon smirking.
Two white fangs poked out from its lips.
"The Corvax is definitely the better option. She's more inclined to help others and all that, even if she is under the emotional stress. It'll give her a bigger part to play in this mess Ryuk started before she dies. Curious as to how that'll happen." It chuckled lightly.
"Kira's goin' down and I'll be able to rub it in everyone's faces that it was all my doing."
***
Sybil was feeling happier than she'd felt in weeks.
These emotions she felt in her heart she had never thought that she'd ever really be able to express without being afraid. Oh, yes, she was still afraid, but nowhere near as afraid as she used to be.
It was L's fault. He'd somehow managed to do what her brothers had been trying to do for years and all it took was that one meeting. That one meeting had already determined that she wouldn't ever have to suffer like she used to ever again.
Coming to this realization, Sybil then slowly began to accept that perhaps, there really was a God and this was his way of making it up to both herself and L. After all, they had both had their deep dark pasts, even though she was much more open about hers.
She smiled up at the ceiling of her room as she thought about it.
Now, she only could wait until she felt that it was the time to tell him. Perhaps when her twenty fourth birthday rolled around? Yep. That sounded like a plan. It would be Christmas Day, then and she could explain her feelings, not in awkward words, but with a swift action under the mistletoe. But, there was only one problem with that plan.
Christmas was six months away. Would she be able to wait that long?
Sybil subconsciously nodded her head.
Of course she could. She was quite the patient person when needed to be. Besides, in that time, maybe he'd come clean too? After all, to her, it was quite plainly visible that he felt the same. The way he held her when she felt sad enough to cry and the way he spoke to her, it was in such a caring manner that there was only one explanation for it.
"We love each other." Sybil murmured, still staring unblinkingly at the ceiling.
It felt strange to say it, but she knew it was true. She had surrendered to the feeling of the emotion she had been running from for fifteen years. It was soothing to know that she didn't have to run away anymore. L would never hurt her on purpose and he'd certainly never get drunk. There was no reason to fear loving someone so much like herself, but so different at the same time.
Sybil smiled again.
"No more running." She gave a small yawn, turned over in bed, and closed her eyes.
She didn't remember feeling this happy in over a decade. It was so nice.
***
"Watari?" L looked towards the old man, so much like a father to himself.
Watari smiled as he handed a plate of strawberry cake to the young man.
"Yes, Ryuuzaki?" L stared at the cake before looking back to Watari.
"I believe that I'm in love with Sybil." The old man continued to smile as he looked absentmindedly to the left.
"Ah, yes. I have to admit, I saw this coming since you two met. The two of you are quite compatible with each other, seeing that you both have the ability to see what others cannot. Sybil understands you and you understand her in ways no one else could possibly understand." Watari turned his attention back to the dark haired detective.
L held a strawberry by the stem and stared at it.
"Sybil has let you in when she refused to let in anyone else, even her own family."
"Hmm, yes. That's very true. She has told me that several times." Watari watched as L placed the strawberry on the edge of the plate, before grabbing a fork and taking a bite of the cake.
"I find myself rather surprised that I'm accepting these feelings so soon. I almost expected myself to be in denial. However, I can't deny the fact that I find myself extremely interested and attracted to this young woman."
"The side effects of love. You find yourself hopelessly interested in who she is and you don't ever want her to leave your side. At this very moment, you miss Sybil, don't you?" L fought the blush that threatened to creep up into his cheeks.
"Yes." He admitted quietly.
"There's nothing to worry about, Ryuuzaki. It's completely natural. Everyone has a someone, even if it takes everyone years to find that someone. You're quite lucky to have found her so soon." L poked the cake with the fork and took another bite.
"Yes. I know. I only question if these feelings will get in the way of the investigation."
"Have they been doing so up to this point?" Watari asked.
L looked back up and sighed.
"No, but things change."
"Yes, but will a little distraction be for better or for worse?" Watari added and L glanced back to the strawberry.
"You do tend to work too hard and your feelings for Sybil seem to be balancing you out well. Of course, the longer you wait to tell her, the more distracting her presence will probably be." Again, L allowed himself to sigh.
"How true. I only wonder if confessing such a thing will scare her away?"
"I highly doubt it. The young woman seems to be rather comfortable talking to you about her feelings. I'm quite sure that she feels the same way as you. There's not much to fear."
"Quite the contrary. I suppose that I fear her rejection." Watari chuckled lightly.
"Then don't tell her, show her. Actions do speak louder than words, after all."
***
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the hell is going on here?! Why is there suddenly three more people in my house?!" Taylor flashed a nervous grin as he rubbed the back of his head.
Troy held Trisha securely around her waist, and smirked at his sister. But, Jerrod hung behind his daughter, who was currently both confused and shocked at the amount of people who had just suddenly popped up on her doorstep.
"Well, I figured that you'd want to see us again, so I set up a flight and took a month off from work. Hope you don't mind." Taylor explained, laughing nervously.
Sybil blinked and then flared.
"Why didn't you tell me?!"
"I sent an email." Sybil went rigid.
She thought that she was forgetting to do something. With all that was going on with Light and Misa and Kira, checking her email constantly had slipped her mind.
"Ah, damn it. Well, since you're here, I can't send you away now. Go make yourself at home. There's a button on the wall behind the television. Push it and it'll lead to an extension to the place. There's another three spare bedrooms down there." Troy continued to smirk at his sister.
"Always prepared, eh, Syb?"
"More or less." Taylor pushed the button and the typical bookcase slide occurred, revealing a rather lavish hallway.
"Whoa."
"As I said, make yourselves at home. I've got to get to headquarters." Troy and Taylor then disappeared down the new hall and Jerrod slunk away back to his bedroom.
He felt unnerved being around his alleged family so suddenly. It made him feel sad to a huge extent that what he had done in the past, due to his alcoholism, had taken him away from something so precious as his children growing up.
Sybil immediately noticed the disappearance of her father and she blinked.
"Jerrod?" Trisha, who had decided not to follow her fiancée down the lavish hallway, walked up to the redhead and smiled.
"Hello, Sybil. It's nice to see you again." Sybil smiled weakly.
"It's nice to see you too, Trisha. How are you feeling?" The other woman smiled.
"As well as any pregnant woman can be, I guess. Anyway, I wanted to ask you something, since my dimwitted fiancée will probably forget." Sybil blinked before nodding.
"Go ahead. Finances aren't really an issue, considering my position-"
"No, no, it has nothing to do with money. I was just wondering if you'd mind us holding the wedding here? After all, with Troy losing his job, we can stay here for a long time." Sybil tensed slightly, but smiled nonetheless.
"Of course you can stay. But, I'll have you know that it's not that safe here in Japan anymore."
"I know, but Troy- Troy doesn't want you to die without family nearby. Besides, we haven't even started to set up the wedding yet. We were actually hoping that it would just be quick and private." Sybil then allowed her false smile to become a somewhat menacing smirk.
"Private? Oh, I can do private. How about the wedding taking place in a week, will that be suitable enough?" Trisha blinked and then laughed.
"A week sounds great, but you don't-"
"Trisha, really, what kind of person would I be if I didn't spend money on those I care about? A private wedding I can pull without hesitation. Trust me." Trisha then hugged Sybil, who glanced up to the ceiling, just wanting to get to headquarters.
Of course, the diversion she was wanting soon came when there was the ringing of her doorbell.
Trisha released her soon-to-be sister-in-law, and Sybil went to the door. She soon came face to face with a man who had neon blue hair and grey eyes.
"Um, can I help you?" The man grinned childishly.
"Yeah! I'm a lookin' for Jerrod." Sybil's eyes widened as she then looked over her shoulder, seeing the stunned figure of her father.
He had exited his room when he had heard the doorbell.
Her green eyes narrowed before she returned to face the man.
"I take it you're a friend of his? Perhaps an old cell mate?" The man continued to grin.
"Wow! You must be the genius daughter!" Sybil soon got pulled away by the wrist by Jerrod, who obviously was as stunned as she was.
"Geof! You idiot! What the hell are you doing here?!" Geof laughed as he came inside the house.
"I'm visiting, duh!" Sybil then watched as her father covered his face with his hand.
"Sorry, Sybil. I didn't expect him to be this persistent in pursuing an out-of-prison friendship. Even if I have been calling him three days a week." The young woman gaped at her father, before clenching her fists tightly together.
"What?! So, you told him my address and my location?!" Jerrod sighed and was about to explain, but Geof jumped in.
"He didn't! Jer-Odd just called me one day and I figured it all out by myself! Of course, the crazy number on my caller ID helped. Oh, and as for me figuring out the city and the street and the house address. Did you know your house has the number of the devil on it?! Six, six, six! I'm a satanist, you know!" Sybil shifted her weight uneasily between both her feet.
"Uh-" Geof continued to grin like a madman.
"But, I only cut myself in private, so don't worry about the blood! I'm very good at cleaning up after myself too!"
"I- I'm sure you are. Um, I've gotta go." Sybil bolted out the door and Geof grinned at Jerrod, who just sighed.
"Well, since you're here, I doubt we're going to send you back. Come on. I'll show you to your room."