Thank you all reviewers! It seems every time I go to update, I've got like six more reviews. It makes me feel special.
Anyway, I know you guys were a little stunned with Sybil's reaction and how she fell asleep in Light's arms, but the shock was exactly what I was going for! Anyway, with Geof knowing all about the notebook, it puts Sybil's plan into action. Later on you'll get it, promise!
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Troy laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, his eyes dull. Trisha had her arms wrapped around his torso and her head laid down on his chest as she slept.
He didn't notice her. His mind was focused on the fact that the very man who he had wished dead- was probably going to die.
The guilt was overpowering.
Jerrod was probably going to die. His father was probably going to die.
Troy couldn't help, but wish that he actually taken the chance to get to know his father all over again- then maybe he would've forgiven him much like his little sister did. But, wishes didn't usually come true.
He sighed and allowed one arm to wrap around Trisha as he closed his eyes just to try and sleep.
If Jerrod was going to live, he would never be the same person Troy had refused to get to know. He would more than likely suffer severe brain damage and never be able to even take care of himself.
Troy reopened his eyes and blinked back tears before mumbling under his breath.
"I guess it's true. You gotta be careful of what you wish for."
***
Geof sat on the couch in Sybil's apartment, staring blankly at the turned-off television.
Did that all- really happen?
He allowed his gaze to flicker to the creature stuck to the ceiling. Fang she had called it. A shinigami. A God of Death.
Fang stared at him, purple orbs not blinking as he watched and studied all his movements. Geof then looked to the small piece of yellowish paper crumpled in his clenched palm.
"Death Note." He murmured.
"That's how Kira is killing?" Fang nodded.
"Yep."
"She has a Death Note?" Again, there was a nod from the shinigami.
Geof grunted and held his head.
"Then, does that mean-?"
"No. Sybil is not Kira. I gave her the notebook in hopes that she'd be smart enough to capture Kira before the end of the worlds."
"End of the worlds?" Fang sighed.
"The balance of life and death is screwed. Too many humans are dying before their time and so-" He left it hanging because the expression of apprehension on the man's face.
Geof then sighed and gripped at his hair.
"So, she's not only trying to stop Kira, but she's attempting to save the shinigami world and this world? Damn. How's she been doing so far?"
"Sybil has pinpointed who Kira is, due to an ability that humans aren't supposed to have."
"An ability? Elaborate?"
"Sybil has the ability to see shinigami." Geof swallowed.
Ability to see shinigami?
Fang nodded at the unasked question.
"That's not normal."
"It's interesting all the same. Humans aren't supposed to see shinigami unless they touch the Death Note or a piece of it at least." Geof frowned as he glanced to the paper in his hand.
"Why'd she give me this? How am I supposed to help her?"
"I don't know. She must have put together some sort of plan in case Kira isn't captured by the time of her death." The man coughed.
"Time of her death?!"
"Shut up. No one else, other than you knows all this. Don't blow her cover. Her detective is already suspicious enough as it is with the fact that she's hiding something."
"So, L knows that she's hiding something involved with Kira?"
"She admitted it. Over the time I've been hovering around, she hasn't told a single lie. Every word she's spoken has been the truth." Geof stared at his hands.
Sybil had the entity of the investigation on her shoulders. That was why she had left those weeks ago. So that she could do what she was supposed to do without drawing more suspicion unto herself.
"She's dying?"
"Not dying. She doesn't have any sort of illness or something. Her day of death is just coming. I have a feeling though, but it's just a feeling. No need to burden you with it." Geof then had an idea.
"You see lifespans? Does that mean you can tell me if Jerrod's gonna be okay?"
"I could, but I already made that mistake once. I'm not going to do it again." Geof frowned and then bowed his head in defeat.
"I see." He still didn't understand Sybil's motives for telling him her secret, but he understood that he wouldn't be able to ask her anything about the subject.
Not with the small chance that he could blow her cover.
***
Sybil hovered by her father's bedside, completely alone. Her eyes focused on the numbers she could see hovering above his head, counting down.
It had been forty hours since she had discovered this new ability. Forty hours spent staring at the declining numbers above her father's head. She hadn't stopped staring since then. She was just waiting for the numbers to run out.
Yes, questions had crossed her mind when she had awoken back in her and Amane's shared room, able to see the model's lifespan hovering above her head, but Sybil had wasted no time in hurrying back to the hospital to check on her father.
She had needed to know how long he had. It turned out- he didn't have nearly as much time as she would have hoped.
Her small, pale hand gently held her father's much larger hand. Her hand quivered in his weak hold as she continued to watch the numbers decline, getting smaller and smaller.
"Daddy." Her voice was raspy.
She hadn't had any food or water since she had arrived at the hospital nearly two days earlier. She felt a little dizzy, but refused to leave his side even though the nurse had tried. Sybil was stubborn when she wanted to be.
A figure came through the wall and for a brief moment, she allowed her eyes to flicker upwards. They flickered with some sort of contentment when they locked on Fang, but it didn't last long. They swiftly flew back to Jerrod's lifespan, both her hands gripping his one.
"Fang."
"Sheesh, I leave for two days and when I come back, you're a mess. Man, you really are an emotional one, aren't you?" A quiet chuckle escaped her lips.
"Yeah. I guess." Her gaze locked with his.
"Fang. I can see the numbers now." The shinigami's eyes widened as hers went back to the numbers.
She could- see them? She had the shinigami eyes without making the deal?! He had never heard of such a thing! Then again, it made sense if his hunch proved right about her.
Sybil was not normal.
His eyes narrowed slightly as she leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the forehead of her father.
"I'm- going back to HQ. I can't keep staring and waiting for him to die. You should go back to Geof. Ensure him- that I have a plan." Her hands left her father's with reluctance, the left of which going to her chest to feel her heartbeat.
Her eyes saddened.
"Soon, Daddy. I'll be back soon. Before nightfall. I just need to do my part. I can't let this incident slow me down. I made a vow to avenge those security guards. I made a vow to stop Kira. I plan to go through with it, no matter what the costs." She smiled softly.
"I'm going to die to stop Kira. That much is certain, but I will stop him. I will save our world and I will save Fang's. I made a promise. I always keep my promises." As childish as her voice sounded, each one of her words held promise.
Each one of her words were sincere.
For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son that whosoever believes in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
She stared at the numbers above his head for just a second longer before turning, nearly tripping over her shoelaces as she left the hospital room.
Fang hovered in the room, before sighing.
She had a plan. An actual plan. Hopefully it wasn't as bad as that last plan. She still had that tape hidden beneath her bed in her apartment, locked tightly in an iron box. The key to the box was hidden under her pillow.
The shinigami allowed his gaze to fall unto that of the glowing numbers above the comatose man's head.
But, he just couldn't help, but wonder exactly what sort of plan it was. How she was going to get around the fact that at the moment, she was stuck in the same room as the second Kira and was unable to do anything undetected? Then again, she was a genius. Sybil had thought long and hard about this plan, most likely during the time she had been able to see the numbers above her father's head.
"Hmmm. This is going to get interesting." He just regretted the fact that she was going to die in just a few short weeks.