I AM SO SORRY!!! It took me forever to come up with something for this chapter, but I finally did it!
Not much really happens in this chapter though- apart from a little suspiscion...
Ahhh! Writer's block sucks...horribly...my head hurts, but I'm really working on it.
Please review
Troy was silent as he picked up his suitcase and hardly noticed Trisha's gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Troy-"
"I said I'm fine, Trisha. Let's just- let's just leave it at that for now." She fell silent and looked to Taylor, who allowed his gaze to flicker up to the ceiling of the airport.
"She's taken care of everything. We- have nothing to worry about other than attending the funeral." Trisha felt Troy tense and she released him, pulling away.
"How can you be so- so casual about this? Our father is dead, damn it. No one seems distraught about this at all. Only I do."
"Because, you feel guilty." Was the soft response.
Troy closed his eyes tightly at his wife's words and flinched as her gentle hand made its way into his. The man's twin brother, however, was the one to add more to her simple four words.
"Troy, do you believe in the afterlife? I bet you anything that Mom and Dad are seeing this now and are scoffing at how idiotic you're being. You have no reasons to feel guilty over anything."
"Heh, maybe, but I do anyway. That make sense? Now, can we please get going. I'm tired of talking about this."
***
Sybil sat on the bed in the empty room, staring at the aura around her hand that she had only just noticed. Luckily, L had left her earlier in the night, before she had awoke, and he was not there to see this, but she already had a sneaking suspicion that this was what he had meant.
"You're glowing." Yes, it seemed that he was completely right.
Sybil was definitely now aware of the unusual and abnormal warm white glow her skin was emitting.
"Interesting, huh?"
"Yes, interesting indeed." Fang chuckled and stuck to the ceiling, staring down at her.
"So, you ever get around to checking out your name?"
"I get distracted quite easily lately. Although, Geof means "God's Peace"."
"That it does. Jerrod means "Descendant"."
"Descendant-" Her voice trailed off and the shinigami smirked as she glanced up at him with her emerald orbs.
"Speaking of names- shouldn't you be with Geof?"
"He sent me to check on you. I didn't argue, seeing as I was wondering how well you were doing myself." She sighed.
"I've been better, so to say, but I feel the time of my death is closer than I'd like it to be. I must finish the preparations and though I'm quite certain that everything will work out in our favor- I've been known to be wrong. Not to the public, but not all of my plans are foolproof."
"Plan B?"
"This is Plan B. Plan A was the death of the criminal, remember?"
"Of course, I just didn't think that was an actual plan."
"It was. Not the best plan, but it was a plan nonetheless. I'm really glad I didn't go through with it. Heh, though it probably would have eventually worked in screwing us over as well as helping us." The redhead flopped down on her back and with a gush of air, her cap blew from the nightstand onto the floor.
She didn't notice it.
Fang grunted.
"True. But, if this Plan B doesn't work, what about Plan C?"
"There won't be a Plan C. If Plan B fails, it'll be because I died before my numbers reach zero. Plan B- it's really up to Ryuu now to get us to that point where we can do what we're supposed to in order to put an end to this shit. For the moment, we just gotta be along for the ride. For now." She repeated.
Her companion nodded.
"So Plan C is for your detective to get the evidence you'll leave behind after your death and use it to save both himself and both the worlds from the untimely doom that Kira and Ryuk have brought upon us."
"Pretty much. He's a genius. If my plan doesn't work- he'll save the worlds and put an end to Kira." Sybil replied simply, swinging her legs as she stared up at her hand which she held above her face.
"L will win this battle. This war." Her eyes closed and she rested her hand down beside her.
There was silence between the woman and the shinigami went on for several long minutes before she finally spoke again.
"Fang, just tell me. Why me? Why am I so special? Why can I see these things?" Fang was completely serious as he responded.
"It's rare for humans to be born with the abilities you have. Even more so, since you've just come into these abilities."
"That- doesn't answer the question."
"True. It doesn't. I suppose the answer to the question is that very few humans are born, since the time of the Big Man's son- almost exactly like him." Sybil sat up quickly and looked at the shinigami quizzically.
"What?" Fang looked at her, purple eyes emotionless.
"Forget I said anything. It'll all come into place eventually."
"Oh." She fell back down on the bed and turned herself so that she faced the wall.
"That's good. I won't have to do so much thinking for too much longer then, will I?" Her voice was extremely quiet and filled with another emotion that the shinigami couldn't quite figure out.
Sadness? Regret? Guilt? Fear? He wasn't sure. It was something negative. If only he was familiar with such emotions. Despite being around for- a very long time, he hadn't spent too much time in the human world. That was something he regretted deeply.
"No. Not much longer, Sybil." A tiny smile graced her face.
"It's coming. The end is near. My life's end draws closer with each passing day." Green eyes flickered to meet amethyst orbs.
"When that happens- protect my Ryuu, okay? I want him to live for many years after my death. To love again. Help him get that far, okay? I'm sure you can push him in the right direction." Her eyes dulled slightly at the thought of Lawliet being with another woman, but she smiled nonetheless.
If push came to shove, that was exactly what she would want for him. After all, he would want the same of her if he was in her current position.
"I can't live without him, but I won't have to when this all ends. There's always going to be someone better than me out there, without my burdens, but there's never going to be someone better than L. My hero. The only person to accept me for who I truly am. The only person to not be thoroughly bothered with the fact that I can't form a simple knot. The only person- man, I'll ever truly love. I'm giving my life to put an end to Kira, but I'm doing it for L and the worlds- not for myself. Hmm, I'm really tired for just having got up." Her eyes fluttered shut and Fang growled quietly to himself.
"Damn it. Each passing minute, I'm regretting this. If only- there was something-"
"Is there a way to bring people whose names have been written in this Death Note thing back to life?" Fang smirked bitterly.
"- maybe there is something. It might not be perfect, but it's something." He dug his hand into the leather pouch attached to his chain and his eyes shut.
"It's going to just get even more interesting from here on. Interesting." The shinigami stared down at the sleeping woman just as she moved her right hand to rest on the pillow by her head.
She looked so innocent whilst she slept. Innocent and pure, both of which being the complete truth for the situation.
Fang reached down and brushed some of her red hair from her visage, unaware of the blinking crimson light of a camera.
***
His blue-gray eyes were focused on the movement in the room where Sybil currently resided, widening slightly.
It- moved. When she was completely still- her hair had moved just as Amane's had when she was restrained.
L bit down on his thumb.
"Sybil." His voice was so quiet that no one in the room heard him.
Yes, something was different about her. Inhuman almost. Yet, he knew she was human. Despite having gained the habit to- glow, as that was exactly what it was. Sybil glowed. No human glowed, but she did. It gave him even more of a reason to suspect that she was involved in this L vs Kira war more than he wanted her to be.
She knew more than him, that was certain. She knew more and had involved herself more so upon discovering this information and had somewhat grown distant. Sybil wasn't the same as she had been when this relationship had started. Of course, many things had happened since then and he suspected that she had picked up on all of this information sometime since then.
It was the only thing that fit and it made him want that information even more. However, he knew that if he chose to push her for the information- it would not end well. But he also knew that Kira needed to be stopped and that he had no idea when she was planning to do with that information.
He had to make a choice. Attempt to get the information and risk her again, or risk trusting her and as well as risk Kira getting free.
A tough decision to make for a man who was a detective for a living. Especially since he had nearly lost her before and had promised to not get that close again.
Either decision was a risk for something he truly cared about.