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

Chapter 1

Anne

Hello! I'm Anne Sui! You spell the Sui with a u and an i, not with a w and two es!

I love my life, I love my friends, and I love everything about everything. I want to be a forensic scientist, or if that's not possible, I want to be a writer! My best friend is Prim Rogzé, and my life is so set that I could be ready for a car race and win!

...I'm sorry, that sounded dippy.

Prim seems so tired today, so I thought that I should give her space. Prim always needs space, if that's one thing that I learned about her. Touch her or get too comfy and she'll crush you over. It's a good thing that it never happened to me so far, I don't want to be at the receiving end of Prim's anger. Everything about Prim is so prim (haha, get it?) and proper, and she's just so perfect that sometimes...

...sometimes, you know, I don't think I can match up.

I think I'm decent with my grades, but Prim says that I'm slipping in them. My violin skills aren't getting any better, no matter how hard I try. Prim sometimes jokes at how sweet it seems when I'm trying my best, but it just gets so tiring that I wonder whether I can seem as visibly tired as Prim today without anyone judging. No one judges Prim. Everyone likes Prim.

I'm not jealous of Prim, no! I just want to match up.

...Okay, maybe I want to be a tiny bit like Prim. There was one time when I went over to her house (I don't think you'll call that huge thing a house though), and she was having tea right at her balcony, with the breeze and the trees and some butler beside her, and she looks at me with that hoity-toity (is that the word?) look and drinks (no, she sips) her tea...with her index finger raised.

Who am I kidding? I can never be like Prim.

Never.

It's disheartening to think about it, but I'm trying to at least seem like a suitable friend to Prim, even if it means copying her. But Prim always says that she likes the way I am now, even if other people don't. If I remember, she said:

'Those who don't like you can just go fuck themselves.'

Anyways, anyways, I declined Arth's offer to walk me home today, because I asked Prim later whether she had the guts to ditch her driver to ride at the backseat of my bicycle today. And now, she's at the back of my bicycle, and...

...Prim's actually light.

She's uncomfortable, though.

I pedal and pedal, and Prim sounds as if she's going to die. "We're almost there, Prim! Don't worry!" I say, or shout, because I don't think Prim can hear me. Prim's arms are around my waist, and it's very ticklish that I laugh while talking.

"You've said that six times since we've left school!" Prim shouts. "Anne!"

"Sorry, Prim, sorry!" I apologise, still laughing. "This is my first time cycling with another person behind, so I'm a bit slow!"

I can hear Prim sigh, and her face leans against my back. I can't blame her. I think all she needs is a nice cool bed.

"Hey, Prim?" I ask.

"What?" Prim responds.

"Do you think we'll be best friends forever?"

I admit that question was a little sudden, and I'm sure that Prim was surprised too, but Prim answered me just as I stopped in front of her house.

"...Yes," she says. She's not a 'yeah' person or an 'uh-huh' person, so I can tell that she's serious.

"Thanks, Prim," I thank her, and she quickly gets off from my bicycle and runs into her house.

Arth. Arth, Arth, Arth. Arth Lucifen d'Autriche.

Don't tell anyone, but I secretly play around with Arth's last name. I start going all like: Mariam Lucifen d'Autriche, Elluka Lucifen d'Autriche, Prim Lucifen d'Autriche, Anne Lucifen d'Autriche...

It rings, okay? Anne Lucifen d'Autriche. But it makes me sound like a call girl if I stuck with Anne Sui.

Anne Lucifen, the ostrich.

L'autrichenne. Ostrich bitch.

Okay, maybe that doesn't sound so good after all. Arth Lucifen the Ostrich Bitch.

I don't want to disturb Prim, so I didn't call her. But! After studying for three hours, Prim calls! My phone shows the caller ID as 'Prim', and I take my phone and swipe the screen and place the phone to my ear.

"Yeah, Prim?" I say. Enthusiastically.

Overenthusiastically.

I can hear her groaning. "Anne...? Okay, good, Anne. Hello."

Point number two, Prim's not a 'hi' person. I think it's because she's raised that way, but she makes no exceptions for me at all.

"Hey, Prim!" I laugh. "What's up?"

"Just making sure you're okay," she mumbles. "You're home, right?"

"Prim. Prim Rogzé," I calmly say, "I have been saving my grades from slipping, as you call them. I'm being very productive."

Prim snorts. "Anne Sui, studying? That's new."

...

...That wasn't funny. Prim's great to be around with, but sometimes she can be scathing.

I think Prim noticed my silence, because she quickly asked: "Anne? Are you okay? Is it something I said? I'm sorry-"

"Am I bothering you?" I finally say. "If it's about this morning, then I won't surprise you again."

"What? Anne, what are you talking about?"

Now, Prim just sounds...distressed.

"I'm sorry, I think I'm just very sensitive," I say, lying on my bed. "Look, Prim, I'm scared that I'm disturbing you. If I'm irritating, you can just say so-"

"You're not irritating!"

I...almost dragged the phone away from my ear. Prim shouted just now.

"Anne, you're not irritating, okay? I'm sorry if I made you feel that way, Anne, but please, Anne..."

Oh no, Prim's panicking. Prim's freaking out. I think I overdid it. Oh no. No. "Prim, it's okay! I'm just...it's okay! Prim, calm down!"

Silence from the other line, except for Prim's breathing.

"...It's...okay?" Prim manages.

"Yeah, it's okay! I mean, I'm just worried that I'm bugging you, that's all...!"

Prim's taking deep breaths. "...Anne."

"...Yeah?"

"Even if I'm in my worst moods, I'll never be irritated by you. Or angry at you. Remember that, okay? Please?"

"Alright," I promise. "Alright, Prim. I'll remember."

You know, I think Prim overdramatizes things.

Prim doesn't try to take care of other people's feelings other than her own and strangely, mine. She's like the princess, no, the queen of the school, with her glossy black hair and her piercing looks, so I constantly feel really inferior to Prim whenever I'm with her, or talking to her. Every time she thinks she's doing something wrong, she apologises to me, but if she hurts someone else's feelings, she just tramples over them until they can't even rise again.

I should be really lucky to have Prim as my best friend. I am, but I wish Prim would loosen up. Really loosen up. Make more friends. I mean, I'm not going anywhere, but she really needs to calm down sometimes. She doesn't have to seem perfect all the time. Really. She's perfect the way she is already.

Unlike me.

Sometimes, I wonder why Prim hangs around me so much, you know? I think I'm scared that she'll find someone else, you see. She'll throw me off somewhere and she'll most probably say: 'Why did I even waste six months with you, Anne? What was I thinking?' and she'll go off with some other popular kid.

I have friends, but no one really treats me like Prim does.

But I think I should take care of her feelings first! I can't always think about myself, you know, that's selfish! So I send Prim a small text:

'hey, Prim! just wanted you to know that I'll always be here if you have anything to talk about! bffs! :D'

I hope she feels better.