Thanks Madeline Cullen for the information! I can now sort of place a date on the situation which I will eventally calculate, but since I suck at math, it won't happen now! I can tell you though that everything is not in order and that it's probably September something right now in the story. I'll figure it out.
Anyway, yes, Sybil does have just eight weeks to live and to answer TimeKeeper101, yes! Writer's block is gone! If I keep going at this rate, the story might be done sometime by either the end of this month or the beginning of May! Although, I am kinda stuck on which way the ending is gonna go. I've got two possible Epilogues and two possible endings, both of which are astounding and pretty touching in my opinion!
So, I think next chapter is going to be some more LawlietXSybil, because there's not alot of that right now with the entire stressful situation of her heart being on trying to save two worlds from collasping because Ryuk and Light screwed up the balance of life and death and...I'm rambling, but you get the picture.
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Green eyes dulled as she watched the numbers reach zero and heard the heart monitor go flat.
The long beeping sound escaped the monitor and she reached into her pocket to pull out her cellphone. She dialed her apartment and held the device to her ear, listening to the rings. It wasn't long until Taylor picked up.
"Sybil?"
"He's gone, Tay-Tay." And she listened to her brother's breathing hitch.
When he spoke next, his voice was hoarse.
"A- are you serious?" Her silence was his answer.
He released a weak sigh.
"I'll- I'll tell Troy. I guess this means you want us to go home with the body?" She didn't respond, but he knew that was exactly what she wanted.
"I see." He hung up and Sybil stared at her phone before flipping it shut.
She stared at the interlocked hands of herself and her father, no emotion in her face. After all, she knew it was today, there was no point in crying. She had gotten all her crying out already and if she wanted to cry later- she could wait until she was alone and with Lawliet. He always knew how to make her feel better.
Sybil Zeeland Corvax leaned herself forward and for the second time, she placed a gentle kiss to the warm forehead of her father. Soft words escaped her vocal cords and a small smile touched her gentle visage just as the doctors and nurses came rushing in.
***
"Jerrod is dead." The entire Task Force stopped what they were doing and turned to see the small smile on Sybil's face.
"D- dead?" Was the strangled response, coming from Matsuda.
She nodded numbly, still smiling.
Light rose a brow.
"Why the hell are you smiling, then?!" L clenched his fists together.
How dare Light shout at what wasn't his?! As if his constant flirting wasn't enough, now he had to deal with the suspect's aggressiveness towards her as well?!
L didn't do anything, though. He could do something once he proved Light was Kira.
"I've got to agree with Light. You say that he was your father, and yet you're smiling about his death? Doesn't sound very- loving." Aizawa murmured.
"He died. I was there with him. He didn't die all alone. Not one of my brothers were there with him when he died, but I was. My father- didn't die alone." And everyone stared, silent as her words sunk in.
Sybil's eyes closed.
"I'm not happy that my father is dead, I'm just happy that he died after I was able to forgive him for taking away my parents and giving me this life, however short it may be." The last words were inaudible, due to her voice declining in volume with each syllable.
The Task Force was speechless as Sybil walked by them as if nothing had changed. As if she had not lost such a loved one she obviously held dear to her. She took the bottle of root beer Lawliet had offered to her, twisted the lid, and raised the bottle up before taking a swig.
"I would rather not spoil the good memories of the recent days I've spent with my father. No, I wallowed in the negatives for the past fifteen years of my life. I don't want to do that now." She clicked her mouse and opened up a page.
It was by that time that it was made evident that she'd rather not talk about it, but that didn't stop L from reaching over and gently caressing the hand which rested on her mouse.
"Perhaps you should rest." She shook her head, but did not speak.
She had already said everything she felt she needed to, even a little more than that. She didn't feel like talking anymore. Maybe later.
***
Fang and Geof watched as Sybil left the room soon after the others of the team that night. The man with the now bluish-sand hair furrowed his brows to show his frustration and exactly how near tears he was. Not that he'd cry. No, Geof Zavier would never cry. That was something kids did, but still that didn't change the fact that he wanted to.
Besides, once Kira was stopped and his reign put to an end, he could then go to his best friend's grave and vent out all the negative emotions he'd felt through this entire thing. Apologize even for not being there when he had passed.
Geof closed his eyes and turned his attention back to the computer, willing to stay a few more hours to look up as much information as he could.
It was when he reopened his eyes that he realized that though Jerrod was indeed his best friend and the only family he really had left, Geof was nowhere near as upset as he had been when Jerrod was placed in the hospital anyway. Perhaps Sybil's words that day had something to do with it.
"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." And without really thinking, he obeyed and gently picked up the piece of paper.
He stared at it for a few moments, blinking in confusion before glancing up to Sybil. It was then, that he saw it.
"Wh-mmph?!" Her hand clamped over his mouth as muffled yelps escaped his throat.
"Don't scream. Light and Ryuuzaki will hear you and you'll ruin everything I've worked so hard for. Listen and listen carefully, I'm not Kira and there's nothing you need to be afraid of. Fang won't hurt you." Once she was certain he wouldn't scream, she removed her hand and stepped back, placing her cap back on her head.
Geof gawked at the inhuman thing floating above her, fear filling his veins. Sweat slid down his temple and he swallowed nervously.
"Sh- shinigami." He whispered.
"Yes. Shinigami. I thought you'd know. Being in jail and all, you probably read up on stuff like this." Sybil explained quietly before turning to the creature.
"Fang, I want you to follow Geof around instead for the time being. Explain to him everything you've explained to me and let him in on everything else he asks about. He's going to be important for our cause if Kira isn't caught by the time the numbers reach zero." The numbers?
What the hell was she talking about? Why was a shinigami trying to capture Kira? Why did this shinigami even exist in the first place?! None of this made any sense and frankly, Geof was beginning to feel extremely dizzy.
Sybil caught this and looked guilty.
"This is a lot, I know, but trust me, Geof. I will explain everything to you myself once Fang explains. I also need to say that you can't tell anyone about the piece of paper in your hand or about shinigami and my involvement with shinigami, understand? Technically, I'm placing my life and those of others in your hands."
"W- wait, why are you getting that thing to explain this to me?" He asked, fighting back the urge to shout.
She merely smiled.
"Because I know you'll ask him questions that I don't have the answers to. Questions that I haven't yet thought of."
At the time, he really hadn't understood what she had meant, but once Fang had told him about her impending death- he realized that he did have a question that Sybil probably hadn't of thought to ask.
Geof kept his gaze on his hands, staring at the small piece of paper before bringing his focus to the shinigami.
"Hey. I've gotta question." Fang's purple orbs focused on him.
"Fire away."
"Is there a way to like-" The blue haired man paused, looking for the right words that wouldn't make him sound anymore stupid than he already did.
After all, he was talking to a God of Death. This entire situation could've been very much an hallucination due to the stress Jerrod's condition was putting him through.
"- is there a way to bring people whose names have been written in this Death Note thing back to life?"