Writing this chapter made me cry...it's sad, but I had this planned from the beginning. Course, it sort of morphed into something a little different than what I originally planned, but I think I did this part well. I particularily (I know I didn't spell that right) enjoy how I ended this.
Sybil and Lawliet are going through a rough patch...stupid notebook screwed up their relationship. I blame the notebook because Fang is an awesome character.
Please review...hopefully I'm not the only one who cries...
Sybil's small, feminine hand grasped the larger, more masculine hand of her unconscious father. Tears ran down her cheeks as she silently cried, her back to her brothers and sister-in-law so that they wouldn't see her cry.
Still, the only one who had ever seen her cry was L. She was trying to keep it that way.
Trisha had one of her hands gently clasped over her mouth, the other gripping Troy's forearm tightly. He stared, no emotion evident in his dark blue eyes. At least, no emotion other than pain.
After all, this was his father. That, coupled with the fact that it was blatantly obvious that Sybil was crying- it was becoming too much for him.
"Sybil-" Taylor's voice broke the silence as the more sensible of the brothers, took his usual stand beside the youngest Corvax.
He placed his hand down on her shoulder and when she turned her head away to face the wall, it was evident. She was crying and crying hard over the very man she had spent fifteen years hating.
"- it's okay-"
"No, Tay-Tay. It's not okay." She murmured coldly.
"Our father is practically laying in his deathbed because of a drunk. His brain is severely damaged, so even if he does wake up, he won't ever be our father anymore. He won't-" She allowed both of her hands to grasp Jerrod's, squeezing gently.
"At least, there's a chance that he won't. It's not definite." A soft male spoke.
The twins and Trisha looked to see that the voice belonged to Geof, who was standing in the corner. His once, completely blue head, was now fading back to a sandy color which was showing in his roots. His eyes, once grey and lively and young- now almost as dull and old as his unconscious best friend on the hospital bed.
"Geof." The thirty year old looked to Jerrod, his eyes flickering with pain.
"There is a chance that he'll survive and be completely normal. That he'll be the Jerrod I knew back in the slammer." His eyes shut and he grit his teeth.
"Damn it, no one even noticed he left. Not until Aizawa flicked on the news and the story flashed onto the screen. Kira- he's screwed. I- I blame Kira for this. If Jerrod doesn't make it out of this, I want Kira's head." Geof's voice had an unnaturally murderous edge to its tone.
It caused Sybil to look towards him with sympathetic eyes.
For the first time, she was seeing exactly how deeply this man was attached to her father. This man, who was so insane and childish for his age- was actually talking with such a tone that could be given to an overprotective brother.
She reached out to him, releasing her grip on Jerrod to cling gently to Geof. Through that simples movement and that soft touch, she gave him all of her support.
It was then that the man who could have once belonged in a daycare center, grew up and acted his true age.
"Whether or not Kira did this directly, it wouldn't have happened if he hadn't of let his stupid God Complex take over his humanity. I want him dead. I want to watch him die." He glanced to Sybil.
"Shizu- no, Sybil, you'll make sure he gets the death sentence right? I mean, we might not have it where we come from, but-"
"Geof, you're rambling." She whispered softly.
Troy, Taylor, and Trisha stared at the two before glancing back to Jerrod. The pregnant woman then spoke softly, so not to interrupt the redhead and Geof.
"We- should go home. I'm tired." And so, they left after informing the two that it was for the best.
Troy merely hesitated at his father's bedside for a brief moment before turning and leaving after his wife and twin brother. Sybil, Geof, and Jerrod were finally alone.
Tears still ran down the capped woman's face, but now they were accompanied with a weak, soft smile.
"Geof. My father- he killed my mother. He's human. Kira- he kills criminals, he's human too." Geof blinked and then glanced down to Sybil as she turned and returned to her father's bedside, grasping his hand once again.
He blinked, feeling somewhat confused.
"Kira? Human? How can-?" He stopped as she began to speak again.
"Every being that has a choice in what to do with its life, is human. Yes, Kira may believe he's God, but he's still human. A young human that believes he is doing the world a great justice by cleansing it of criminals. If I was six years younger, I'd probably be doing the same thing with Kira's power." She paused.
"But I'm not six years younger and I'm not doing the same thing with Kira's power. Truth be told, with all that's going on now, I'm getting to be pretty numb to everything. This incident here, with Dad being in this hospital bed with possible brain damage- at first, I was scared, but now, I'm numb. Yes, I want him to live and I want him to come out of this completely fine, but I'm still numb. Perhaps it's just because I'm overwhelmed with so many emotions." Sybil smiled crookedly, looking back to Geof.
"Perhaps, it's just because I have hope that someday soon, this entire situation will come to an end and Kira's crimes will be justified the right way. The way God truly intended. The lives that were lost, no matter how evil they might've been to some people, will be justified. It's quite possible- one hundred percent certain almost that I will die to see this justification." Geof tensed, eyes wide at her admittance.
Fang, meanwhile, stuck to the ceiling, a smirk on his face.
"So, this is what you're gonna do, huh? You're going to tell this man about everything we're doing? Your secret?"
"It's what needs to be done, Fang." Geof stumbled backwards.
"Fang? Who's that? What-?" She stared at Geof intensely, expression completely causing him to forget his train of thought.
"Geof? Do you believe in God, or in Satan?"
"Why?"
"I need to know if you can help me." He blinked and then rose a brow.
"Help you? Help you what? I thought-"
"You say you're a satanist, but I know better. You cut yourself merely as a relief for your pain. You don't worship Satan. You believe in his existence, but you don't worship it." Geof's grey eyes widened as he focused back on Sybil.
She'd- figured him out so easily.
"How could you tell?"
"Not once did I see you read a Satanic Bible in the time I've known you. Now, could you answer something else for me?" He nodded unsurely and Sybil removed her cap and turned it over before handing it to her companion.
"You see that piece of paper? I need you to hold onto it for me. And promise not to scream."
***
Light and Lawliet stood in from of Jerrod's hospital room, handcuffs not included. However, that was only because they were in a public location. L had dragged the young Yagami to the hospital in order to both keep an eye on him and be there to support Sybil.
Of course, he hadn't told anyone back at HQ that, but they already knew it anyways. Matsuda, surprisingly, being the first to figure it out and to, not as surprisingly, tell everyone his thoughts. But, with the current situation, L didn't really care that his and Sybil's relationship was out in the open. All that mattered was that he was to be there for her.
Both Light and L had watched as Troy, Taylor, and Trisha had swiftly left the hospital room after Geof had entered, looking particularly and unnaturally grim.
"So, her entire family was here with her- to support her decision to risk her life to put a stop to Kira." Light's voice was soft, somewhat confused, but not questioning.
L merely answered with a nod.
"Her mother must be dead, since she's the only one not here. And Jerrod must have been the one who killed her. Reid did say that they spent some years together in prison." Light looked thoughtful and looked to the detective.
"Sybil's Canadian, isn't she? From what I gather, the maximum life sentence is only twenty five years and there is no execution."
"It's not my place to say anything about her family, Light."
"You're only trying to protect her, which is understandable considering your relationship." L picked up on the slight tone of jealousy that went beneath Light's usual calm voice.
L nearly smirked because of this, but soon remembered the grim circumstance that had brought them to the hospital in the first place.
Just then, the door crept open and a pale looking Geof stepped through. He took once glance at L and Light before sighing and shuffling his feet in a nervous mannerism.
"Sybil- she said it's okay for you guys to go in now. I- I'm going to try and get some sleep." And just like that, he left down the hall.
Not one of the geniuses picked up on the small piece of paper in his hand, nor did they pick up on how fast he was walking and the nervous sweat running down the side of his face. Although, that was because they had already entered the hospital room to the obviously troubled young woman as she mumbled to herself.
"Sybil." She fell silent, waited a moment, and then glanced over her shoulder, smiling sadly.
"I'm sure you know how serious of condition he's in? Even if he does live, it'll probably be-" She stumbled over her words, biting down on her cheek to keep herself from crying.
Lawliet watched as she then, albeit hesitantly, pulled away from her father and allowed herself to sit down on the floor with her back to the wall. Her head, which bore her cap, was being cradled in her hands as she took several deep breaths to try and calm herself.
Light crouched down in front of her, gently brushing some hair behind her ear in an attempt to comfort her, much to L's disliking.
"I'm sure he's going to be fine, Sybil. Really." She shook her head and began to mumble under her breath.
Both men picked up on the fact that her words sounded very much like prayers. Light frowned sympathetically.
She really cared about her father, despite the fact that he had killed her mother. It was- strange in his opinion. Very strange.
He then sighed and then reached towards her, pulling the woman into a hug. Her eyes widened and then she relaxed in his arms. After all, she needed the comfort, no matter who was giving it to her. It just happened to be that Light offered.
Despite knowing that he was Kira, she also knew that at the moment, he had no idea of that fact. She felt that much safer in knowing that too.
Lawliet stared, feeling his blood beginning to boil as he watched her eyes slowly flicker shut and as her face pressed deep into Light's shoulder. He could tell, just by those slight movements, that she had fallen fast asleep in Light Yagami's arms no less.
His eyes narrowed at Light's back, the young man unaware that he had just made even more of an enemy out of the detective.