I am on a roll! Currently working on Chap 47 too! Hehehe! I guess I just needed to hear the right songs in order to get the inspiration I needed!
Hopefully, this inspiration lasts and I don't get writer's block again. As I keep saying, I've got the ending planned out, it's just getting there that's the problem...anyway, at the moment, I know people are anxious to figure out what Sybil's name means(some of you even went as far as to look it up yourself), but I promise that it'll show up in later chapters soon!
REview please and Enjoy!
Green met with green as Jerrod sat on the couch beside Sybil, grasping her hand gently in his.
Nothing was being said. Then again, nothing needed to be said. Jerrod, just as Sybil, had the ability to communicate through his eyes alone. It was after a few minutes that the younger Corvax allowed her green orbs to pull away as she did the same with her hand.
"I'm going to manage. I always do."
"Shizu." She just left the room she was to share with Misa and decided to wander about the large building on her own.
Jerrod stood up and watched with a pained expression.
She was just like her mother. Whenever she was upset or angry, she felt as though she needed to be alone in order to cool off. Although, the spell would more than likely last for hours, if not days at this rate.
He ran his fingers through his shaggy silver and brown hair, taking a shallow breath. An absent shiver ran down his spine and he lowered his eyes to the plush pink carpet.
It would only get worse if someone didn't get through to her. Jerrod truly hoped that L had a plan to follow the plan.
***
Again, she found herself on the roof. Running shoes and untied laces dangled off the edge as her eyes focused out on the horizon of the city.
The sky was getting dark. She figured that it would be best to remain here for as long as possible. After all, in her current mentality, she would be unable to deal with the pokes and prods of Misa as she attempted to play dress up with the redheaded detective.
Sybil sighed, soon feeling a gnawing hunger in her stomach, causing her to wince as she remembered she hadn't eaten that day. However, she still remained where she was. There was no way that she was going anywhere when she felt this bad. When she felt- this sad.
"What's happening to me?" She asked herself, holding her head as she fought tears.
Fang just watched her, saying nothing.
"I'm getting all worked up over a stupid alias! But, I have legitimate reasons." Her voice went quieter than usual.
"Just that one little detail screwed me over. I can't do shit if I have to lie. I just can't. If I have to lie- I can't do what I'm supposed to do and feel good about it. I don't care if it's selfish, I just can't do it!" She continued to hold her head, shaking it all the while.
Her black cap fell from her head and landed beside her. A piece of paper fluttered from the brim and then came loose. It almost was lost in the wind, but Sybil caught it swiftly between her fingers before it got out of reach. She nearly lost her balance in the process, but quickly regained it.
"Calm down, Sybil. You're not going to beat Light with that attitude."
"Perhaps not, Fang, but it's who I am. I- I've told him over and over again that I don't lie. I haven't lied. Ryuuzaki just doesn't seem to understand." Fang gently ran his finger along her cheek out of mere impulse, watching as she suddenly looked to him with a weak smile.
"Fang, thank you." He pulled away quickly.
"For what? You're the one doing all the work. I'm just the sidekick." Her eyes widened and then saddened as she looked to and began to swing her feet.
The untied laces moved freely and Sybil soon had to lift her legs back onto the building for fear of losing her shoes.
"Sidekick?" Was that all she was to L now?
A sidekick? Or, was it because he resented her for leaving those weeks ago? With her current mentality, Sybil found either to be a believable option. Especially since she had so quickly been demoted to Misa-sitter and not warned ahead of time.
The young woman sighed and then laid down on her back to stare up at the darkening, cloudy sky. Her eyes half shut as she just laid there, wondering about what she was going to do. Fang was wondering the exact same thing.
***
One week.
Sybil refused to talk to any human being and didn't even bother to protest when Misa began to style her hair and do her makeup. The blonde also had taken it upon herself to dispose of Sybil's wardrobe and replace it with all Gothic Lolita clothing that she believed would look cute.
Sybil wouldn't refute her personal opinions on the new wardrobe. She just went along with it for the sake of not speaking.
After all, her alias meant silent so silent was what she would be. She was almost like a zombie in the eyes of the Task Force, but of course, none of them said anything about it either. Not even Jerrod or Geof.
Jerrod knew better and was just waiting for the time when someone would crack, more than likely Sybil. He wanted desperately to help her with her obvious issue, of course, but he had already decided that there was nothing he could do to help.
It was L's issue now and if he truly cared about Carlyle, he would do something to make it up to her. And, judging by he was every few moments glancing towards the cameras that held the silent Sybil and the hyperactive model who continuously wouldn't shut up nor stop playing dress up with her life sized doll.
Geof, he just didn't really notice much about what was going on. He was delving himself into some more pie charts and such, trying to figure out anything that could lead to the identification of Kira. Whenever he wasn't on the computer working- he was using the internet for more pleasurable purposes. Of course, no one, but Jerrod actually noticed this and he wasn't saying anything due to the cloud of concern hovering around his head.
The middle aged man kept his back to the wall and sighed, shaking his head.
"This- this is getting nowhere." He stood up straight and turned his back to the group.
"It's too gloomy in here, even for me. I'm going home." And so, he did.
No one noticed his disappearance. Not even his old cellmate- his best friend.
"It's too gloomy in here, even for me. I'm going home." Jerrod never got home.
***
The reporter spoke words that Taylor couldn't comprehend. The footage was being replayed over and over, each time causing his heart to skip several beats.
He lost at least six years off of his life when he saw that story.
"T-" He tried to use his voice, but was at a loss.
It- didn't make any sense. How did this happen? Was it really just an accident?
"Troy!" The twenty five year old finally managed to call out to his older brother, his voice sounding of desperation.
It wasn't long before the twins were standing side-by-side, staring at the television screen at the photo of a man they new well.
"Dad." They spoke in unison, pain evident in both their voices.
***
Sybil casually looked over at the ringing phone in the room before glancing over to the sleeping Amane from her spot on the couch.
"The phone's gonna be for you." Fang murmured softly.
The female detective sighed and then stood up before making her way to the black phone that hung on the wall. She was extremely hesitant about picking it up.
She still didn't want to talk to anyone. She needed time to think of how she was going to get out of the little situation she was in.
She placed the phone to her ear and spoke in a quiet tone.
"Yes?" It was Soichiro.
"Shizu, it's important that you get up here. There is something important you need to hear."
"Tell me now. I'm in no mood to-" A voice interrupted hers.
"I suggest that you come up here now. As was said, this is important for you to hear." Her eyes narrowed.
"Do not order me around, Ryuuzaki and if it was that important, you would have just told me already. This- has nothing to do with Kira." And she hung up the phone before he could reply.
The shinigami shook his head.
She was now closing herself off, just like she had before. It was not a good option with the goals she had set for herself.
"Sybil, just go." Her eyes flickered to meet the shinigami's, now as dull and listless as they had been when she had hidden herself away.
"No, Fang. I can't. For one, I'm exhausted and need to sleep. Two, I have a really bad feeling. And three- I'm still pissed." Her heart hesitated in beating when she heard the echoing of bare feet coming down the hallway towards the room.
She remained where she was, allowing her green orbs to zip to the door just as it opened. Lawliet entered slowly, hesitating in the doorway as she stared at him blankly.
His own blue-grey eyes drifted to the sleeping Misa before he stepped backwards, purposely allowing both of his wrists to show indicating that he had not brought Light along with him. Sybil continued to stare blankly, but exited behind him nonetheless.
Something- something in his gaze told her that whatever he needed to say had nothing to do about what was currently upsetting her. No, something in his gaze told her that what he needed to tell her was only going to make her feel worse.
She gently closed the door behind her and leaned her back against it, crossing her arms stubbornly in front of her chest. Her black cap covered her eyes.
"Sybil." L's voice was soft and sympathetic, immediately grasping her attention and causing her head to jerk up.
Her eyes then narrowed.
"Hmph. Just get it out already, Ryuuzaki. That way I can get back to not speaking to anyone. That way I can go back to being Shizu." His shoulders hunched significantly with her cold answer.
"As much as I would like to speak about our own problems, I must say that's not what I came for."
"Surprise, surprise. Oh, where's Light? Thought you couldn't leave the little bastard alone?" So, she let slip that she didn't care for the college boy.
At least she wasn't lying about it.
L sighed.
"He is chained inside the elevator. I- I didn't want him to see you cry." Immediately, she tensed and returned to glaring at him.
"Is that a threat?"
"No. Merely a warning. The news that was to be told to you upstairs- is not pleasant. Especially not at this time. With the stress of the situation on your shoulders, I-" He paused and looked down, looking somewhat ashamed of himself.
Sybil allowed her arms to hang loosely at her sides as she saw his expression.
L- ashamed of himself? That wasn't an expression she was used to. In fact, it made her feel guilty for how she was acting. She was blowing things way out of proportion.
"R- Ryuu? What is it? I- I've never seen you like this before." Lawliet looked to her, blinking once before holding his stare steady.
"Sybil, listen to me. Your father-" Her eyes immediately widened and tears pricked them.
"Wh-?! What's-?" She lowered her gaze and closed her eyes tightly as she clenched her fists as tightly as possible.
"It was an accident that involved a drunk driver. He is in the hospital in critical condition."
"Hospital? Critical- oh my God!" She clasped her hand over her mouth and tears spilled free, landing on the wooden floor in several small puddles.
Lawliet stood there silently for only a moment before he wrapped one of his arms securely around small waist, using the other to support the back of her head as she cried hard into his shoulder.