Again, I apologize for the late chapter. I'm just trying to get through the annoying fillers.
Although, they are kinda cute, I really figure you guys are getting tired of them.
review please
Fang felt the guilt hovering over his shoulder blades at just knowing that he had practically ruined the lives of two humans. After all, he wasn't an emotionless, cold shinigami. He didn't do things for fun, like that moron Ryuk. And he was nowhere near as attached as that other shinigami Rem. The one so deeply protective over that airhead supermodel currently strapped to a board. Now, why Rem was protective of that thing, Fang would never know, but it was the case nonetheless.
His purple irises focused on the small family of humans below him.
Such inadequate things. However, they were interesting all the same and he understood how easily it could be to grow attached to them. Though some were not as kind as others, the humans were still an interesting race. Some were against the killing, like Sybil and her mate, L Lawliet.
L Lawliet. He had many years to live compared to that beautiful woman he loved so deeply. She had merely months.
Something deep within Fang told him that Light Yagami would be the one to end her life. Something within the shinigami said that the very thing that Sybil was going to need to stop his reign of death was supposed to be her demise.
That gut emotion, made the guilt weigh even more so on the shoulders of the shinigami and he hoped that his gut feeling was wrong. He'd rather her die a natural death than to be killed by that blasted thing. Yet, he knew that considering that she had no terminal illness, that the remaining choices he'd rather not see either.
From the church below, Fang caught the young woman glance up at him and give a small smile. He blinked and then bowed his head slightly with the weight of guilt.
Even though she knew that her life was coming to a quick end, a horrible slipup on the shinigami's part, she still had the strength to smile. To love. To protect. Of course, for the first day or so after finding out, she had been very miserable and that had practically killed Fang, if he wasn't already immortal. What surprised him though was how she had got back up on her feet so fast just to continue as she had before.
He had no idea on how she planned to stop Light Yagami, not yet, but he knew that those late nights she was spending back at headquarters- that wasn't just her time with that detective. She spent most of the time, in fact, staring at Light and that shinigami of his.
Sybil rested her head casually and affectionately on the shoulder of the one she loved and again, that twisted feeling of guilt washed over the creature on the ceiling.
"This sucks."
***
Troy had mixed emotions. He was both ecstatic and completely agitated. Ecstatic for finally being a husband to the woman he adored and agitated with the fact that Sybil had kept him from knowing that she had a boyfriend from him for so long.
He was the protective type, he knew that, but he also knew that he absolutely despised having secrets kept from him.
He rested his head on Trisha's shoulder and quietly exhaled, smiling. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"You're too worked up. Relax." She whispered into his ear.
He grinned.
"Well, that's kinda hard now. Too much to think about. But, if you would kindly escort me to the bedroom once we get through dancing, maybe I could." Trisha laughed again and ran her fingers along Troy's sprouting goatee.
"You, my dear, have a perverted little mind." Troy glanced over to his sister, who sat down and was currently chatting with her so-called boyfriend.
His eyes narrowed.
"I don't like him." Trisha blinked and then smiled.
"I know you're worried about her, but look at her. Sybil's happier than I've ever seen her. I'm sure that says something. She looks at that strange man as I look at you." Troy lowered his eyes to meet his new wife's, soon sighing.
"Besides, it's a good thing that she's opened up. He must be a good man if he's gotten her to do it so easily." Try glanced back up and his gaze rested on the man, he knew only as Ryuuzaki.
At that precise moment, however, Ryuuzaki had chosen to wrap one of his arms around Sybil's waist. Troy immediately tensed, but relaxed when he saw just how protected and secure she seemed.
"I see your point. I'm just a little-"
"You're extremely protective of her. Sybil has always had good judgement. You and I, we both know that. As does everyone else in this church. We all know that Sybil wouldn't be that relaxed unless he was special." Trisha rested her head at the base of her husband's neck and smiled.
"You just need to get to know him. Maybe then you'll understand what she sees in him. After all, we all just met him today." Troy sighed in defeat.
Trisha was right. She always was. He was just going to have to get to know this Ryuuzaki.
He gently squeezed Trisha around her waist and she gasped before laughing quietly. She closed her eyes and continued to smile.
Right now, though, he'd rather pay attention to the wonderful lady in his arms who was carrying his twin daughters. One of the very few people in his life who could actually talk some sense into him.
***
Lawliet played with his bottom lip using his thumb, scanning Sybil up and down. She sat beside him, her legs pulled up beside her body, smiling as she watched Troy and Trisha.
She blinked upon feeling his gaze on her and then looked towards him.
"What?" That should have been quite obvious.
He was admiring her beauty. Did she really not see that?
L was slightly hesitant, all due to the freaking out her older brother Troy had done earlier, before he reached out and wrapped her hand gently in his.
"Perhaps, we should return to the hotel." He told her quietly, causing the female detective to pull back and then frown.
"Despite how tempting that option is, Ryuuzaki, I'm not going anywhere today. I want to spend as much time with my family as possible." Before she died.
The dark haired detective stared at her, using his one free hand to continuously play with his bottom lip.
She was quick to say no. Perhaps a little too quick. Then again, perhaps he was just thinking too much about what she could possibly have to hide from him. Anything she agreed or disagreed to could just be to hide that one little detail.
Sybil sighed and pulled her hand free so that she could cross her arms. Then, she looked towards a nearby wall.
He was determined to figure out what she was hiding. Almost to the point that he didn't trust any of her decisions. To Lawliet, anything that she said could just be because she was trying to hide the fact that her life was coming to an end and that she had the key to defeating Kira hidden under a mattress back at headquarters.
It hurt her, but she knew that it was just who he was. L was a detective, just as she was. He had reasons to be genuinely suspicious of anyone hiding things from him. Especially things that had been admitted to being greatly important. She wondered what his reaction would be once he discovered the Death Note and/or the fact that her lifespan was so short. Probably not good, but she knew that she'd have to keep that much hidden for just a little longer. Long enough to find a way to prove Light's guilt and get justice for those who had lost their lives to that-
"Sybil, are you alright?" The young woman glanced back to her companion and nodded weakly.
"Yeah. Just a little drained, I guess. It's been a busy day for me. Especially since I can't breathe in this damn dress." Sometimes she even surprised herself with how fast she could convince herself that nothing was wrong.
To prove her point, Sybil tugged on the sash which was tied tightly around her waist as she took a breath. L chuckled and brushed her hair behind her ear, distracted by her quick lift in mood.
"Perhaps, then, you could just remove the dress back at the hotel." Her face went deep crimson as she gaped at him.
A perverted little smile was on his face as he stared at her with those eyes. The first set of eyes that she felt truly accepted her for everything that she was. Before even her own brothers. After all, they couldn't relate to her. Not the way Lawliet could at least.
After a few moments, she quickly regained herself and the flush in her cheeks faded to a soft pink. Her eyes lowered nervously, the pink in her cheeks remaining.
"As tempting as that sounds, Troy would not be a happy camper. I think that I'd have to pass on." The answer he expected, almost word for word.
L figured that Sybil was still uncomfortable, considering this relationship was such a drastic change for her. After all, it was overcoming her greatest fear. Then again, perhaps it was because she didn't want him to get too attached to her and vice versa. There were two options and they were both equally credible.
"I do see your point, however I could have meant a simple change of attire. Sweat pants, a t shirt-" He paused and looked up to see her staring back at the wall, distractedly.
Yes. She had been doing that a lot recently. She was now easily distracted by the slightest thing. It was concerning.
"Sybil." She jerked and turned her head to reface him.
"S- sorry. I have a lot on my mind."
"Yes, I can see that." He'd just have to watch her more closely from now on.
That little secret she was keeping definitely had a hand in this. He didn't like it one bit.