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.

I wanted to be in charge.

But good lords! His broad shoulders!

I swooned a bit before leaning on the back of my palms.

"Oh, I'm not too familiar with the types of beverages here," my voice came out silky, making his eyes glaze over my purposely exposed cleavage just for a second before leaning them away from him.

The most seductive person is a person who gives off vibes of sexiness but does not portray them as bluntly.

"Why don't you make one for me, big boy?" I fluttered my eyelashes before placing on a sly smile. "Surely you can do that for a newcomer like me, right?"

"Of course, miss." He leaned in mischievously into my ear. "You remind me of a beautiful rose."

I giggled a bit at his compliment, twirling my manicured nails in soft circles on his chest.

"Ah, what do I do? My boyfriend is not going to like this," I sighed airly before looking at him. He grinned in response.

"Surely someone like you could have more than one option." He gestured around casually, "many are here just for the thrill."

"That's why I'm also here," I leaned forwards to place some tempting distance between us. "I may find a suitable partner tonight."

With a wink, the bartender got to work on my drink. I watched with interest as his long fingers wrapped around the steel bottle, adding ice and different coloured liquids before shaking it professionally. I felt a shift behind me as I turned my head, hair spilling elegantly across my shoulders to see a man with a buttoned-down shirt.

I greeted him flirtatiously.

"What's a beauty like you doing here?" He cocked his head before ordering some vodka with a flick of his wrist. A black watch caught my eye as the brand 'Burberry' flashed with his action.

"Oh nothing, I just got bored of my partner," I sighed with a small pout on my lips, flickering a smile towards him. "He's not that compatible with me."

"Looks like we have a naughty girl here," he eyed my clothes before the bartender placed my martini with a wink.

"Bloody Rose. I hope it's to your liking," he slid me the red and pink drink, the ice in it created a mirage of white.

"Oh, trust me, I'll do." I smiled with a sultry breath before sipping only a fraction of the liquid into my mouth. The sweetness almost made me take another taste, yet I held back the urge, knowing that being drunk would only hinder my work.

"That is a drink suited for you." The guy turned to look at me and placed his arm on the table.

"Red, seductive, and dangerous."

"Oh?" My gaze flickered onto his before smacking my lips together. "Why would you ever call me dangerous?"

"You smell of it," the man grinned before brushing my hair behind my ear. "But that tempts men."

I lifted the cup to my mouth before pretending to take a sip again, giggling before opening my eyes.

"Do I tempt you?" I bit my lip, making sure that his eyes were on it.

"Absolutely," muttering into my ear, he leaned back to place his hand slyly on my thigh.

"Oh, I'm flattered," I gave him a lopsided grin without pushing away his big hands. It irked me enough to punch him, but a calm facade remained on my face as my internal turmoils coiled with the man.

"So what's a rich playboy like you doing at the edges of town? Don't tell me you were only here to pick up on girls." I purred before moving my body closer and parting my legs a bit so he could gain better access to my thighs. My own actions disgusted me.

"Oh? How did you know?" His eyes glinted dangerously seductive before caressing my knee.

"I smelled it," I grinned before leaning closer to take a whiff of him. He must have thought I was teasing, but in reality, I was testing for something much deeper.

He smelled like leather and smoke.

"You seem like the type to have an obsession with cars," I brushed some of the hair that fell in front of my chest, exposing my neck as I positioned my curls on the other side of my shoulder.

"And seem to be the bad boy all girls would love."

He chuckled at my words, whispering in sweet awe.

"Your intuition must be quite accurate." Smoking, he wet his pink lips before scanning me.

"Oh trust me," I batted his arm playfully "my intuition is very on point. I felt I would find someone interesting here today."

"Oh? Should I feel honoured then?" He lifted the corner of his lips as I forcibly blushed.

"I don't trust you yet," I said coyly. "You must have had so much experience with women."

"Isn't that a good thing, then?" He licked his lips again before brushing my cheek with his rough fingers. "I can make you moan under me all night."

"That sounds..." I gasped at his touch. "Alluring."

"I knew you would agree with me, baby girl." His eyes twinkled before gulping down his drink. "You seem different from other girls."

Pfft, I've heard that cringy line so many times in movies.

What is this, a cringe-ass fanfiction?

"I aim to please," my fingers fluttered to his wide shoulders and padded his large chest. "You have also surprised me in many ways."

"Baby, you want to head to my place?" His hand snaked around my waist and pulled me closer, breathing in my face with the smell of whiskey.

"Hold up there, boy," I smirked before pulling out a piece of paper from my bra. I felt his hungry eyes undress me at my action before I slid him the paper.

"What's this?" He inhaled impatiently.

"I have a rule when hooking up with strangers," I winked flirtatiously before playing with my hair. "You have to try and spell my name."

Grunting, the man called the bartender for a pencil, grabbing it eagerly before looking at me.

"I'll need a hint."

"You have 4 chances," I raised my fingers. "My name is Sayu Yagami, spell it however you like, but my first name is not S.A.Y.U."

I whispered hotly into his ear.

"Big boy, do not challenge me if I tell you to not spell it like that. I've had so many people misspell it like that, and it's honestly irritating." I fluttered my fingers in his neck, causing him to grin.

"You might as well take a good and close look at my face, in case that might give you some...inspiration." I laughed as he started to guess my name. Every second ticked as he tried out his second attempt, third, and finally...the fourth.

I tell you, the hardest thing to do was to resist the urge to cackle when you finally became invincible from a mass murder weapon. I pressed my lips down yet a giggled escaped despite me forcing it down my throat. He slid me the note and I glanced roughly over it.

Saayu Yagami

Sayuu Yagami

Saiyu Yagami

Ciyu Yagemi

"I'm surprised you even tried to write the last one," I raised my eyebrows accusingly before he chuckled.

"It was a good attempt." He laughed with his hands up. "So did I get it right?"

"I'll take the second one," a flip came on my face as I stole the pencil from his hand. "Mind telling me how to spell yours?"

"I don't think it's fair that I had to work for it when you didn't," he teased as I pouted.

"Aw, humour this sweet girl right here. She wants to know your name when moaning it tonight." My eyelashes fluttered.

He took the note from me and scribbled his name onto the paper.

Roya Honsa

"Roya, eh?" I licked my lips before scribbling something else onto the paper and folding it before he could see.

"I think it'll be a lovely night," I winked as he stood up and paid for our bill.

"What a gentleman," I purred.

He chuckled lowly.

"Always."

We stepped out of the bar, the cool breeze against my face made me flush a bit.

"I have my car re-"

His eyes snapped blank.

"Your car?" I tilted my head innocently and gave him the sweetest smile.

"Er, sorry, I need to leave." He stumbled robotically before walking away.

"Alright then, have a nice evening!" I called back without getting a single reply from him as he disappeared into an alleyway.

Roya Honsa, cause of death: suicide.

I called Tsubame's phone when I reached her house.

"It's freaking 1 am!" She hissed in her garage and threw me my casual change in my face. I muffled in a short laugh before pulling the sweater off my face to see some of my red lipstick stained onto the yellow cloth.

Bruh.

"Where the hell were you?!"

"I told you I'd be at the bar," I shrugged before wiping my face with a cotton pad and makeup remover before changing back into the sweater she tossed me.

"You left at 6!"

"Correction, I left your house at 6. I left the manicure shop at 7, dress shop at 8, shoes at 8:30, and officially left for the bar at 9 pm." I pointed out before stripping off the red stilettos and stuffed them in my bag.

"That's still 3 hours!" Tsubame messed up her hair and stomped around in her pjs. She was quite energetic for being woken up in the middle of the night.

"I reached the bar at 9:20, sat down and flirted with the bartender. The guy came up to me at 10 pm, talked until 11 pm, got his name at 12 am. I walked back home on freaking high heels in the dark." I wagged my glittery nails at her.

"You should be proud that I made it here without tripping or meeting thugs." My foot was tapping to the beat of the music from the bar, still slightly humming.

"That, I am glad, but-" Tsubame scrunched up her face. "Nevermind!"

Under her breath, I heard her mumble words like, 'go die in a hole!'

"Did you bring the paper I told you to?" I ignored her previous threat as she quickly shoved her pages of Death Notes in my face. I smirked and grabbed them from her hands, brushing my thumb fondly over the pages before folding them.

"What are you going to do now?" Tsubame blinked at my hair before coming towards me and patting it down.

"I either go home or sleep in your garage." I shrugged lightly. "Your parents probably won't appreciate a stranger sleeping with you in your bed."

"I'll leave at 4 am. That should be when the sky lightens up a bit," I yawned before plopping down on the ground. "Though, it would be nice if you could grab me some coffee before you go to bed."

"You drink coffee?" Tsubame scrunched up her nose at the thought before leaving to her kitchen and preparing a cup.

I laughed at her silhouette before turning back to my phone to see a missed call.

Whoop. Could it be?

I called back.

"You didn't run, did you?" I heard a familiar voice at the end grind out before I scoffed.

"As if! I was quite busy today," I pressed the phone closer to my ear before determining a bunch of other whispers from the other end. He's not alone.

"I can see that," he grunted and I knew he was gesturing to the time.

"Anyways, where and when should I meet you?"

"Same alley, today at 6 pm."

"Gotcha," I swished the 'cha' before bidding him and his other subordinates at the end of the line goodbye and ended the call.

And now, I could fully bask in the glory of my victory.

Author's notes:

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