Series: Evillious Chronicles
Fanfiction: Sui
Author: zealousrebelmaker (because all famous gamers have the suckiest usernames)
Pairing: Prim Rogzé / Anne Sui (not Swee, because it will destroy the definition)
Warning: Yandere themes, blood, gore, unsettling elements

Sui [swee]:
adjective, Latin
1. of his, her, its, or their own kind; unique

Prologue

Prim

Anne is my best friend. Her happiness is my happiness. That would not change in the future- that is how it is supposed to be.

That's not to say that we were cliched childhood friends or anything like that, because we met on the way to school during a school morning. My bicycle busted and Anne happened to pass by at that perfect time, at that perfect moment, and she asked me the silliest question before actually helping me with the useless two-wheeled thing. 'Try pushing it?' she said, and those were her first three words to me, ever.

It was my first time riding a bicycle, and I wasn't planning on pushing it all the way to school. But Anne was such a saint, such a sweetheart, that she got some help and fixed my bicycle right there. By getting help, Anne didn't get other people to help, but she asked around the nearby houses for tools to fix it. And she fixed it all by herself without anyone disturbing us, without anyone disturbing me- in particular- studying her.

You know, Anne's hair could be mistaken for spun gold. Those curls- I asked Anne about it one day- were natural, she didn't go to any hair salon to get them. Said that she hated her curls when she was younger because her hair couldn't stay straight, but I told her that I liked her curls and it's true.

I like Anne.

Anne doesn't know.

So it's a dilemma for someone like me, you know. I could write about Anne for hours, maybe days. Maybe months. Anne just tries so hard in everything that she does, and it's so endearing to watch.

Oh, Anne.

Anne, Anne, Ann-

"Prim!"

It's Anne. I recognize that voice anywhere.

Anne tackles me from behind, she always does that. Unfortunately, Anne has the habit of surprising me when I don't expect it, but I'm slowly getting used to it. I hope. I was out of sorts since yesterday, plucking out some weeds here and there.

One weed, actually. It dared to talk to Anne.

"Hello there, Anne," I groan. I don't mean to. I'm just very tired. Someone has to ask Anne where she gets her energy from.

"You don't look so happy," Anne says. Anne's so perceptive, but she's far off the mark. I'm not exactly happy, but I'm tired. That's why I didn't ride my stupid bicycle to school today and got my driver to drive me. "Where were you this morning? I had to ride alone!" Anne complains.

I'm sorry, Anne. I really am.

"I was tired, Anne. I'm sorry," I apologise. Anne's face changes and reflects concern, and it's times like these where I wish I was bedridden, just to see it again and again. But she unwraps her arms from my waist and I frown. They could have stayed there longer.

"Did you study all night again?" Anne asks, repeating the same lie that I fed her every time I seemed out of it. "Prim, you're already so smart, I don't think..."

"I need to keep up my reputation," I say staunchly.

That was the wrong thing to say. Anne frowns.

No, Anne, I'm sorry, I...

"...Prim, loosen up."

"That sentence is so hypocritical," I grin. "You need to study too, Anne. Your grades are slipping."

"They're not slipping, Prim," Anne says in a matter-of-fact manner. "They're just going through a very rough phase."

Oh Anne. You're so funny.

There is one thing that's in the way between me and Anne: Arth.

Oh, don't get me wrong. Arth's dashing. He's everything every girl would ever dream of- he's even Anne's closeted fantasies, but he must go. That's why I've been planning to off him since the beginning of the school year, and he takes up so much of my time that it's getting so frustrating that I just want to stab his throat with a box cutter if I could.

But I'm a refined lady, so I plan.

Arth doesn't deserve to be with Anne. I'm not saying that they're together, but that he doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as she does, occupy the same room as she does in school, talk to her as if they're equals, when obviously Anne is so much better and so much more considerate than his stupid, foolish bravado. So here's what I planned to do:

I'm going to get Arth to like me instead.

I won't go into specifics, if it's not meant for a squeamish heart. A lady doesn't disclose her secrets, after all. But do you want to know how frustrating it is to see Anne talk to other people, other girls and other guys? Anne's not stingy with her smiles. She's not stingy with her laughs. She's not stingy in anything, and if only Anne had more self-restraint...

I sometimes ask myself whether I'm Anne's most special person.

But with no one in the way, she won't have a choice, right?

Right.

The things she makes me do. The things that I do for her. The things that she drives me to commit.

And when I see Arth going to Anne's seat in class to talk to her, I feel nothing but loathing and hatred. She smiles and laughs at his lousy jokes, and he blushes when he sees her radiance. The radiance that was meant for me.

Anne is mine.

Author's Note:

So this is beta read by Maguro herself, and she gave the go ahead after fixing my grammar and telling me to keep in character. High school alternate universes crack my neck.

Hope you enjoy. There's a next chapter.

-Nairo