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
Additional comments: I can die a laughing young man thanks to that wonderful reviewer. Keep going.

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

Chapter 9

Anne

We're having dinner in a hotel now.

Mr. Rogzé's laughing at Mum and Dad's jokes, Mrs. Rogzé's busy with her phone, and Presi smiles at me knowingly. I ran into him while getting help for Alma, and he helped her to the hospital earlier this afternoon. Prim wordlessly eats her food and I look at my plate full of salad.

I hope Alma's okay now.

Mum's trying to find more jokes, and I look at my phone to try and cheer myself up, or at least seem busy. There's some fanfiction somewhere around here that's been recently updated and recently posted...

'yanderexreader! rev00z so appreciated! NO FLAMEZ!

'OH YUMIKO I LOVE YOU'

'but I don't love you!' you say (ur name is yumiko) but he pin you down on bed and kiss u sexily wowowowow so hawwwwt

'Yumiko you don love me?'

'NO!' You try to find the door but he stop u.

'oh Yumiko if i can't have u, no one can...!' and u find it so romantic. '

...

...O...kay.

"-attended the economic forum three days ago in Marlon, did you, Plus?" Dad's deep voice fills the professional atmosphere.

"Yes, I did. Wasn't anything of worth," Mr. Rogzé responds.

Only Presi and Prim look as if they're not remotely bothered about the adults' conversation, and I think I must look like a restless wreck. The siblings just eat and drink, eat and drink slowly, look at nothing in particular, say a few words about the hotel and how dim the lighting is, and I'm just lowering my eyes to look at my phone while eating.

I think reading about Yumiko and her badly written lover (or was it Yumiko who's badly written?) would be a good idea right about now.

Alma didn't tell me everything, but she was trying to. I only hope that she's okay, and tomorrow, school's opening, isn't it? Maybe I'll go to school early and ask her how she is. I hope she can get enough support from Barbara and Chelsea.

Then I feel Prim's hand shake mine a little. She's sitting beside me.

"Do you want to get more food?" she asks me with a kind smile.

I'm not even done with my salad, and we haven't even gotten to the main course, and already I want ice cream and those tiny cakes.

"But I'm not done-"

"Excuse us," Prim says in a clear, firm voice, and Mrs. Rogzé doesn't take her eyes off her phone. She just waves her hand to dismiss us and Prim takes it as a yes. I keep my phone in my pocket and follow Prim to the buffet, and honestly...

...the food's making me feel sick.

"W-Were you...Did you so happen to be at the park today?" I ask carefully, and Prim looks at me the usual way whenever I ask a silly question. She raises an eyebrow, shakes her head and helps herself to some chicken.

"I went straight home. Why?"

But I thought I saw her...

"Oh...I thought I saw someone who looked like you, that's all! Nothing much!" I laugh.

"Anne..." Now Prim looks worried. "Anne...I'm worried about you."

I stop taking some steak midway. "Worried?"

"All these things happening to people we know in our school...I...I sometimes think that I should look after you to make sure that you're okay, but I also know that you'll be creeped out if I keep watching over you because I know we can both take care of ourselves..." Prim's just saying whatever's on her mind now.

"I'm not creeped out!" I laugh. "Prim, I'd sleepover at your place as many nights as possible if you'll just let me!"

She looks surprised at that.

"...That sounded creepy, didn't it?" I gulp.

"Not if it comes from you," she says, settling for her usual smile.

And throughout that conversation, all I got was one piece of steak, and Prim already got herself an entire meal.

Mum notices that I'm eating too much dessert, and excuses herself to take me outside.

"Is it about what's happening in school?" she asks, and I look at the cars passing by with their headlights on, uncaring for the drivers in front of them. I nod and shiver from the cold night, and I look at her with an uncertain expression.

"Mum...I've been looking into it."

"Anne," she says, getting ready to rebuke me, "that's the police's job, and the case's closed."

"But Mum, I found out more than that!"

She shakes her head. "Anne, it's beyond your control. Don't try to get into trouble when you're out of it."

It is in my control!

I'm not OUT of trouble!

"Mum!"

Mum looks at me and sees that I'm not making any of it up. "...Anne, you're a good girl, but..."

"My friend died, mum! You yourself know how sad Genesia's parents are! I've known Genesia since I was a kid!" I cry out.

"And that's why I don't want you to poke into it anymore!" Mum protests. "If you keep snooping around finding out who did what, and if something happens to you...!"

...

...Mum's worried about me too.

"You're my only daughter, Anne!" she continues. "I know that you're a good girl, and you always listen to what we say, so...so Anne, listen to Mum, okay?"

"...Okay, mum," I smile.

I'm sorry, mum.

This is my first lie to you.

I can't stop here.

I look at my corkboard in my room, particularly at our class picture. I'm in the center at the second row, and Prim's right beside me. We're all frowning. Genesia's right at the third row, left, and I close my eyes.

This isn't over.

I'm just one step closer to the truth.

It's in my control. I know it. I'm in control.

I call Leonhart, and wait until he picks up.

"Hello?" Leonhart says, and I speak.

"I'm sorry to disturb, Leonhart, but..."