Scarlet Crimson [Light x Reincarnated OC]

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

I needed a stranger.

Someone who didn't know me.

The Death Note will not ever affect a victim whose name has been misspelled four times.

That. I needed that.

If I were to actually bring the Mafia onto my side, no doubt I'd have to reveal the Death Note and my whole plan to take down Light. Yet the risk of them knowing about the Death Note would expose my own name to them. I needed to become immune from the Death Note.

But what could I do?

I couldn't ask one of my writers to misspell my name with intention of doing so. That would make me lose one of my bigger pawns because those who intentionally misspell a person's name would die of a heart attack. I couldn't ask my classmates, they already knew me. I couldn't ask random teachers either since they could search up my name.

No, I couldn't do this by controlling someone either. They would need to know me first to be able to fall under my control.

I needed someone who was a complete stranger yet would play the game in trying to guess my name.

My hand paused, stilling on my math 12 exercise book. I had finally passed grade 11 math with a breeze, obviously having done them before, it came to me like my long-lost grandmother.

What to do?

I tapped my pencil on my book repeatedly.

I couldn't just ask someone random on the streets to write my name, that would arouse too much suspicion and a low possibility of success. I needed someone who could keep a secret. Someone who didn't know what they were doing but complied willingly to my request.

Creativity. Creativity.

Think outside of the box, Sayu.

My mind whipped around my memories, trying to dig something out before freezing at the memory of Light and me in his room playing chess. Then the memory escalated to our kiss.

Yes.

I breathed loudly.

I found a way.

My long red high heels clicked confidently on the ground as I came out of the curb, strutting towards a bar in the corner of town. The phone in my black Burberry purse buzzed as I flipped it open to see two messages from Tsubame.

The store clerk's case is done.

Your mom called me just a few minutes ago. I told her you were staying over at my house tonight.

I typed a quick 'thanks' before tugging at my tight red minidress which lifted dangerously to expose my thighs. Pursing up my scarlet lips like a seductrice, I shivered at the cold breeze from the night, continuing to walk on.

Thanks to that clerk, I had walked away with full-blown mature makeup and a complete outfit that wrapped around my curves perfectly. The foundation on my makeup felt dry yet I clearly knew that it seemed smooth on my skin. Swivelling my hips around the corner, I placed my hands on top of the door bar as I opened it with my bare arms.

"Welcome!" The bartender stared carefully at me before flashing a sincere smile. For a moment there, I thought that my disguise had been exposed, yet after sitting down onto the round seats, I knew I was safe.

"What can I get for you?" The bartender placed the cup he was wiping and came over to me. I glanced at him up and down, smiling seductively at his uniform. He was a young chap, around 22 years old with blue eyes and a kind smile. He did not look like the type of guy that could bend easily, which was not what I wanted for the target.