Some things to note before reading;

I watched Paranoia Agent in Japanese with fan subtitles. I do not know too much about Japanese language or their culture, so there won't be any –kun's or sensei's in this story. I'll only use Japanese names.

English is not my native language and I'm quite young, so I don't have too much experience with this language or its literature. So this is kind of an experiment... I apologise for any grammar mistakes and parts, where nothing makes sense (xD)

Yeah, it is pretty cliché at the start. Woo original starts!

Suicide Queen

Or

We'll be slaughtering people in hell, my friend

Prologue

She was sitting on the bench. It was warm autumn evening. In her hands, she was holding a red baseball hat. Her face was depressed and tired. It had been six months since Makoto Kozuka have died. Besides her there were two girls – Alice and Ayumi. Even though they were by her side then, Anzu knew that those two are sick of this, and sick of her crying her heart and mind out for so long. They weren't even trying too hard to convince her anymore, they accepted to sit by and watch as something, which was once an outgoing girl named Anzu dies slowly in a pool of tears. But she wasn't mad, at all. Both of them never suffered such a loss, and they probably never will. It was only a matter of time until the same question pops up again, asked by Alice. And the answer was always the same.

"Anzuuuu..." Alice said, trying to make a long face. "Maybe if you... get rid... of the hat? Then maybe you'll—"

"Shut...up," she struggled, "how... How can you ask me to do so? You... Heartless bitch! You didn't change a bit since I met you and I—"

Anzu woke up. "A daydream..." she thought, "Feels like it was just yesterday..." The girl took a sip of her coffee which she had ordered roughly an hour ago. Anzu could never drink her coffee while it was still warm, unless someone reminded her to do so – she would always forget and hate it, as she loved coffee and coke. The girl was enjoying summers sunshine in a park cafe. Tokyo was in suffering from heat wave but despite that, people were going around, busy and noisy.

If you would look at her, passing by to work or school, you'd think that she is a simple student in a big city, enjoying life and all it gives. But the truth was, she wasn't willing to take this life anymore; she had a cunning plan how to end this all with a big bang, which will plant a seed of fear in everyone living in this terrible city she hated so much. Only then she will be free – only then she will meet Makoto.

Anzu was sitting further away from all the others. Even though it was a group project she decided she'll do it alone. She always did. No one would want to pair up with her anyway. It was easy for Anzu to understand why no one likes her or puts effort into knowing her; the class had a thigh circle built over six years and none of the 'groups' were willing to take a newcomer in. But then, for her surprise, someone came to her and sat to the same table. At first she ignored the stranger, acting as she didn't saw anyone, just minding her own business and at the same time praying so the stranger would leave without any replicas, as most of classmates did. "Maybe he needs glue, that's all", she gulped. The boy started talking.

"I'm Makoto Kozuka. And you are?" Anzu looked up to Makoto, who was sitting in front of her, smiling widely. She didn't know what to do. Why would anyone talk to her? After long hesitation, the girl answered.

"Anzu Kyoto..."

A passing car awakens her. "Another daydream". Anzu took a deep sigh. She drank the remaining coffee quickly. This stalking-slash-detective work was really taking her sleep away and even if she managed to find time and place to sleep she wouldn't be able to stop thinking of Makoto. She hoped that the 'big' plan would start today. It was carefully built over two years. It was revenge – a vendetta against those responsible for the murder of the person she cared most for. Everyone who knew Anzu well enough would have seen it coming and thankfully all of them did and all of them decided not to interfere. After all, she sacrificed her life for that. Right after she started planning it, Anzu was dropped out of school for poor attendance. She couldn't go to school after Makoto passed away – it was too painful for her to bear, even the slightest detail, such as painting on the wall would remind of him, which eventually will lead to more tears. And after all, none of those people were helping – all they did was make fun of her, calling her Juliet and asking, when she will kill herself. She was already dead to her own family, as they knew how important that boy was to her, the only thing they could do was let her go. After all, Anzu was not one of those obedient types.

But there was still one thing that Anzu couldn't figure out, even now. "Shounen Bat... He killed people, who had nowhere to go, who were cornered. Yet he didn't take my life."

Anzu shook her head as she was trying to shake all those stupid thoughts out. "Finally." She already could hear Ushiyama's voice. Anzu knew his daily routine. Every day he would pass this cafe and talk with friends for a while as it was their 'crossroad' to home. It was a perfect spot. Anzu opened her bag and took out a huge notebook and pen. She was sitting in shadow and in a corner, so there was very little chance he'll see her and even if he will, nothing would change. Ushiyama and his two friends had finally approached.

"Oh and Ushiyama, we'll be going to Nightlight club. You comin'? Tonight?" he was accompanied by two friends, as usual. Their names were known to Anzu; the talky one was Mike, an immigrant from America. The other one, who barely ever talked was Haro, who was deeply depressed because his family was breaking apart and he blamed himself. Anzu smiled to herself. "Even his closest friends don't know the truth."

"Wha-? Today?" Ushiyama replied surprised while Mike nodded. "Uh... well... I guess..." he took moment to think. "I'll be able to make it... Yes, I'm sure of it."

"Ooo, awesome man! See you there, then?" Mike gave him thumbs up. Ushiyama was unaware that both of his friends were fakes – they didn't care about him; they only used his good heart. "Poor kid," She thought, "If only you knew." She quietly giggled. "Maybe next time you'll be able to choose better company." Mike and Haro were already leaving.

"M!" Ushiyama nodded and went the other way. He was heading to his home, which was nearby. A big house. Ushiyama was rich bitch, as Anzu called him. That was another reason while those two used him, but he was as blind as he was fat.

Anzu sighed again. After finishing taking the notes she had to take a first major step of her plan – choosing a victim. The possibilities were the two guys, the fake friends of his, either Haro or Mike. "Mike has pissed me off in those two years more than anyone else in this fun-fun detective work. Annoying brat. On other hand, Haro is deeply depressed. I'm either Shounen Bat or Makoto." She thought for a while.

"Aaaah, what's the big deal!" she said out loud, almost kicking the table over. "I'll hit the one who gets in the way."

Anzu paid for her coffee. The time was coming for her to start, now that she was sure they were heading to the club tonight. She was so anxious and wanted to start it right away, but before that, she had to pick up something very important from home. Something so important, that it will leave some of her victims shivering in fear and praying that what they saw was not true. You have a dark mind. What happened to your old, cheerful one?

The police station was busy as a beehive. People running back and forth, carrying papers, answering phone calls and saying all kinds of lies, such as "We cannot comment on this matter" or "We don't do interviews!" so it was natural for them to miss a silent girl waiting in the wait room. But she didn't mind that, it gave her an important time to think.

"Anzu Kyoto?" a tall man was standing in front of her. She was so lost; she didn't even notice him approach. Anzu nodded. "Please come this way." She followed the officer into a room. It looked like an interrogation room – one table, one chair, one window. On the table, there was a box with Makoto's name on it. She shivered. "I guess this is where he..." Anzu quickly closed her eyes, trying to prevent the tears.

"Now, before you take this with you... Do you, by any chance, have some valuable information about Makoto Kozuka? Anything would help us. His family said that you spent most time with him."

"Only that you have ruined his life and name." With fingers, she cleaned the tears away. "That is all."

"P-pardon?"

"You heard me!" she was yelling now, raising her head and voice. "You bastards! Why did you have to push him so hard? Why wouldn't you believe him when he said it wasn't all his work? You will never clean his name! He will be forever known as Shounen Bat, but he is not it! What did you have to do, to drive him in such desperation so the only way out was to die?" Anzu was breaking into tears. The officer looked at her with shocked eyes. He didn't expect such an outburst. "You know what?" she turned around and took the box. "You'll all burn in hell."

Anzu lingered. Three years ago she took this box from police headquarters. Makoto's mother easily agreed on giving his all belongings to Anzu.

"Soon..." she said to herself. "I'll see you soon, Makoto." Anzu was unsure how long she stood there, just starting at that box until someone knocked on the door. It slowly opened and tired woman stepped in.

"Anzu, I know you've been plotting something for few years now and I beg you – don't do it!" her once beautiful voice was as tired as her body. Her mother was always on the brink of depression as Anzu was her only child, who seemed to completely lose her mind. "Whatever you'll do, it won't bring you Makoto back." Anzu went silent for a minute, and then she turned around and gave her mother an assuring smile.

"It won't bring Makoto back, but it will bring me to Makoto."

You're an idiot.