Oh! You guys weren't supposed to look it up yet! *pouts* It ruins the surprise! People read the reviews...oh well. Anyway, I'm not going to say anything yet. Sybil still needs to figure it out, and some readers want to wait until she figures it all out on her own which won't be for a few more chapters...I think.
Truth be told, when I started the story, I just chose the name randomly...I was so happy when it actually fit in with the plot. I discovered it in a baby naming book during my parenting class. My own name is kinda pathetic, meaning Victorious...hah...could've figured that much out on my own.
Please REview, I've started chapter 45 and have planned out how this is all gonna end!
Chains rattled and Misa squealed. Sybil now believed that she actually despised something more than Kira and the fact that she had a murderous notebook still hidden under her mattress.
The woman with the cap stood beside Lawliet, her hands limply at her sides as she watched and vaguely listened to the explanations given.
Handcuffs. Really. He had to handcuff himself to the enemy. That detective was more stubborn than she gave him credit for. He really believed that Light was Kira and he was just as willing as she was to put his life on the line for this.
"He-ey! Does that mean you always have to be with Light?! Even on our dates?! No!" Sybil slumped slightly, which went unnoticed.
Fang, who was hovering above her shoulder, had his hands clamped over his ears.
"Please! Get it to shut up!" If Sybil hadn't of been understanding of Misa's obvious obsession with the young Yagami, she would have probably maimed the blonde model with her own two hands.
So, she had to suffice with her slightly slumped posture to show her obvious dislike of the squealing- sound that seemed to be called a voice.
"You will not be alone, Miss Amane. My companion will be rooming with you." Sybil gave a nod and for some reason, Misa forgot about Light and tackled her into a hug.
"Awesome! There's actually a girl here!" And then came the criticism.
"Ugh, your clothes are so drab and ugly. I know! I'm going to give you a makeover! You really need a new hairstyle and to get rid of the hat!" The entire room stared as Sybil said nothing and just took the brute of the abuse.
Truthfully, this was the first time she heard of this and since Lawliet was now confined to be chained to Kira so she wouldn't be able to ask him about this sudden plan.
Fang groaned.
"Great. Now we've got to put up with her until this case is over." She shot the shinigami a quick glance that told him everything.
He sighed and nodded.
"Right. I'll go get it." And he went through a wall to get the notebook just as Sybil sighed and lowered her gaze.
She opened her mouth to speak, but L beat her to the punch.
"This is Shizu." Immediately, she felt her body go rigid.
Shizu? Silent? So, that was his plan. She was to keep Misa occupied and away from Light by keeping quiet. It would at least preoccupy the model for a long while.
"Shizu." Obviously, Light had already caught on, just by the tone of his voice.
Shizu. Silent. L just wanted her to stay in the building to keep Misa out of everyone's way. It made sense, considering he had also assigned Matsuda to be her new manager. He never did like that poor officer. Perhaps it was because of his happy-go-lucky attitude that L seemed to lack. Either way, no matter what it was, Sybil was less than pleased with the way things were turning.
It just made things harder for her.
***
Sybil stood up on the roof, her shoulders slumped slightly, seemingly with the weight of the entire world upon them. In a way, that was true. The weight of the world was on her shoulders. Both worlds. Human and Shinigami. The pressure was immense, but Sybil refused to let it get to her again.
Fang, once again hovered over her shoulder, Death Note in hand as he studied her. There wasn't a time really when he wasn't studying her. He was drawn to her by some force that he now knew well.
The cool wind blew around her, causing her hair and clothing to stir with it. She looked- it was difficult to describe with anything short of unnatural. There was that glowing angelic aura again now too, which tended to only show up when she was alone or with that detective.
His violet orbs flashed.
Of course, he now understood exactly why it was happening. Why this aura was continuously lighting up around her. Fang was quick at picking things up with the information given to him. Especially when it was so blatantly obvious. Then again, she was unable to see the aura that he and that detective could. She couldn't feel it either.
"Shizu." She murmured, causing the shinigami to shake his head and refocus.
"Bothers you, huh?"
"It would be a lie if I said 'no'. Shizu- silent. It's- a lie. The name he forced upon me, is a lie. He knows I- I don't lie. It hurts me in knowing that he actually expects me to go along with this lie just to prolong my own life. Light knows my name anyway and Misa is the second Kira, so she'd only know my name from looking directly at my face. Shizu." She clenched her fists tightly, a stinging sensation tickling the corner of her eyes.
Fang grunted.
"Crying about it won't change anything."
"Perhaps not, but still- Shizu. If he wanted me to lie, it would've been nice to know ahead of time." She paused.
"Perhaps it was last minute." As much as she tried to convince herself that, she soon sighed and shook her head.
"No. Shizu. It's- hurtful." Sybil allowed her gaze to flicker up to meet Fang's.
"I understand that he is attempting to protect me, however, I feel better knowing that I am in charge of my own life. However short it may be, I like being in charge of what I've got. It only makes things worse that I must remain here in the-" She fell silent upon hearing soft footsteps behind her.
Two pairs. Her eyes narrowed.
"What's it you boys want? I'm attempting to remain calm and to do so, I must be alone." Two sets of eyes fell upon her and she slumped just a little bit more.
Lawliet, knowing exactly why, had to fight the flinch. Of course, he won that battle, but now he needed to win the war.
Sybil- was distressed.
"Sy- Shizu something else seems to be the problem. You're talking to yourself up here."
"No. Not to myself, Light. I'm talking to-" She stopped and shook her head.
"- nevermind. I'll just sound crazy for stating the truth. It seems, anyway, that the truth isn't something that Ryuuzaki wants me to state." And so, before either the detective or the suspect could reply, Sybil spun around on her heel and her shoulder shoved into L's as she speed-walked passed them.
He couldn't suppress the grunt.
There was some force behind that blow, indicating that it was far worse than he had thought.
Sybil was, for lack of a better term, royally pissed.
She disappeared back into the building and he shoved his hands into his jeans' pockets, gaining a look from Light.
"She's mad at you. I've never seen Shizu mad, but obviously, it can happen."
"Yes. Then again, I suppose I deserve it." He hesitated and glanced up to Light, a small flash of warning in his gaze.
"However, I suggest that it would be best to ignore it. Shizu will eventually return to her former self." Or so, Lawliet tried to tell himself.
He was far more convincing than Sybil could ever be. Although, that was probably due to the fact that he actually wanted to believe the lies he told himself.
"Now, we should return to the investigation. Shizu will continue to keep your girlfriend company for the time being, I'm sure."
"Ryuuzaki, I already told you that I can't take advantage of a woman like that. It's not right."
"Then do it only for the investigation." L murmured, already getting annoyed with the young college student.
How long would he be able to deal until he more than certainly needed to pull away and go to her? Hopefully, longer than he actually believed.
***
Jerrod had his back to the wall, arms crossed and eyes closed.
He hadn't had a good night's sleep in days, not that he'd verbally complain about it. No, he'd much rather complain to himself about it. At least then he'd get away with it because he'd be blaming himself for it. After all, it was his own fault for agreeing to Geof's little plan, who, by the way, was still on that damn laptop going over all sorts of charts and such that the older man couldn't understand.
He could speak Japanese quite well, but reading and writing it were a different story.
"Hey, Jer, ya okay? You look pooped." Geof murmured into his ear, causing the middle aged man to jerk slightly.
"Eh? No, I'm fine."
"If you say so." Jerrod watched through blurred vision as Geof sat back down and then released an inaudible sigh.
No use complaining now, he was only a very concerned friend and he had every reason to be concerned.
Jerrod turned his head as he then heard the elevator reach the floor and glanced towards it, frowning slightly when he watched a distressed Sybil stumble awkwardly out of the shaft. Her shoulders were slumped, as if she carried the weight of the world upon her shoulders.
His gaze saddened.
"Shizu-" Hearing the name caused her to flash him a glare and he felt his body go rigid.
So, that was it. He could even make out the tears threatening to burst.
The elevator bell struck again and Sybil's own body went stiff before she frowned and turned to go up the stairs just as Light and L were revealed. The older Corvax watched L's eyes follow her, semi-pained in knowing that he had caused someone he obviously cared about so much distress over something so small.
Obviously, Jerrod complained inwardly, it wasn't as small as he had originally thought.
"If you don't mind, I'll go check on Shizu. She seems to need someone to talk to." He wanted to add 'with more than a quarter of a brain', with reference to Amane, but didn't.
"Yes, that might be for the best." And, before anyone could say anything, the man had taken off after his daughter.
Matsuda blinked.
"Um, just a question, but how does he know Sy- Shizu?" Geof grinned.
"You mean you can't tell?!" Aizawa rubbed his temples.
Soichiro sighed.
"Matsuda, it doesn't matter how they know each other. You should know that."
"Sorry, Chief." L merely sighed inwardly.
He was digging himself a deep hole and he knew that if he kept it up, he might not be able to get back out again.