Scarlet Crimson [Light x Reincarnated OC]

Chapter 40

Chapter 40

It was a busy day.

Dad was extremely conflicted as both his son and the world's greatest detective entered the helicopter in a hurry to detain the criminal named Kyosuke Higuchi.

I stayed back at the HQ, studying everyone's movements before they all rushed out to the battlefield, leaving Watari and a few other side characters to wait on the side.

An hour passed as I stared out at the lowering sunset outside the window, its fluid peaks downing into a deep red before disappearing from my eyes.

It was July 3rd, 2005.

It had been 2 years since I arrived in this world.

Another hour passed as Watari listened into the microphone that connected to L's voice, trying to decipher what was going on. His brows knitted and unknitted each passing minute before typing something into his computer and ordering a few other members to hand him the files located on the table.

I turned back to my thick university textbooks in silence.

2 years.

I had been living for two years as Sayu.

I closed my eyes as memories of my first contact with Light in the hospital bed flickered into my mind. I remembered the mother who was so worried for my well-being and happiness for the disappearance of her real daughter.

I remembered the day I clung to Light as he innocently tried to rat out how I learned about birds and bees from my teacher.

I remembered working with Matsuda and inspecting the interrogation room with innocence.

I remembered dad buying me the chessboard that was now long gone and lost in the fire.

I remembered my pleas for a family that could love me.

I opened my eyes to stare blankly at the darkened night sky.

There was no way for me to go back and prevent everything that happened. I had to move on without looking back.

You have come a long way, Sayu.

And there was more to come if I wanted to win.

Time ticked on without my permission, seeping through my fingers without a care in the world.

I will win this game.

They came back with a Rem floating behind them with disgust.

Sweat and fatigue filled the room as the group of officers and the detective trudged back with grim yet victorious faces. Watari stood on the steps of the stairs beside me and took a hold of the wrapped-up black book from dad who gave me a warm smile when he saw me.

I didn't give one back.

His downturned eyes hesitated as he coughed from his dry throat while he lowered his head, walking past me with heavy steps. I continued to ignore him without batting an eyelash, feeling my own frown deepen at my actions before clearing them away to greet the rest of the members.

Matsuda and the rest had black circles and grins plastered all over their faces before sighing about their wishes to plop onto the bed. Matsuda seemed tired. His matted hair along with his soaked through shirt was apparent after he took his jacket off, hanging a pale blue suit on his left arm as he walked up the stairs.

I gave them my condolences with a sympathetic nod towards Matsuda before continuing to wait on the marble stairs and glancing towards the last two who entered the building.