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 2
(WARNING: GORE MENTIONS.)

Prim

Yesterday was dangerous. I refuse to have something like that happen again. I made Anne feel uncomfortable.

But Anne was so sweet. She's just worried that she's disturbing me- oh Anne, how can you ever disturb me? You're the first person to ever make me feel so many things, the first person who actually opened up to me, how can I ever be angry and irritated at you? You sent me a text yesterday and it was just so sweet.

Actually, Anne, I feel that way. I don't want to seem like I'm disturbing you.

"I'm sorry about yesterday, Prim," Anne says as we cycle to school. "I was selfish. I demanded too much of your attention when you were tired..."

You're so sweet, Anne.

I jab my foot lightly against Anne's leg mid-cycle. "Anne, this is the seventh time you've been apologising. Counting the texts."

"How many texts did I send to you this morning before school?" Anne asks, surprised. I laugh.

"Five." Deleting her texts is like cutting her open. It's torture. "Anne, it's okay. You're entitled to be selfish, you know."

"But-"

I cut Anne's sentence off. It's the early morning. I don't want to screw it up. I want Anne to be happy in a happy morning, on a happy day.

"You can still tackle me from behind if you want," I smile.

That brings the biggest smile to Anne's face. I hide my satisfaction in a well-developed facade of indifference, and she seems to be fully convinced that I'm not angry at her. I was never angry with her to begin with- Anne's imagination can be dangerous, I realized. I want Anne to know that I'm always here for her, no matter how far she pushes me away, because I'll never push Anne away. Anne's so precious to me.

"I can?" Anne asks again.

"Don't push it, Anne," I scoff.

"I need to get used to your sarcasm, Prim," Anne purses her lips together as she cycles. "I can't tell whether you're using it in terms of endearment, or..."

Oh.

So that's why she's hung up yesterday.

I admit that I can be...insensitive when it comes to my everyday conversations, and that might have confused Anne. Life's easier than I thought, it seems. Anne tells me all of her insecurities, which makes things so much easier for me to fix, and it also, well...

...makes it so much easier for me to get rid of the correct people.

"Do you want a manual, Anne?" I tease. Anne points at me, taking one hand off a handle while looking as if she's accusing me.

"There it is again! Are you teasing me?"

"No," I say seriously. "I'm serious. I can write a guide about me for you, Anne."

"But Prim," Anne laughs, her mirth returning quickly, "you're a real person! You can't write a walkthrough on how to get along with a person! That's only for games!"

Something about her words make me happy inside. "I don't want you to misunderstand me, that's all," I huff. "You're lucky that I'll bring myself to do this for you, Anne. I won't do this for anyone else."

Anne keeps quiet, and then she talks again. "How to understand Prim Rogzé, written by Prim Rogzé?"

"Free of charge for Anne Sui," I smile.

"Oh, Prim, you're the best-"

Anne's sentence cuts off, and I find her staring at something in the distance with her widening blue eyes full of wonder and confusion. Nothing much happens in Lucifenian, actually, but I take a closer look, and I see why Anne stops right where she is. I'd stop too. I did.

Then Anne looks at me and says exactly what we both see. "Prim, are those..."

"Police cars? Yes," I confirm. There are two police cars in front of the school gates.

Well, I wonder why.

Anne gets off from her bicycle, and we both park our bicycles where they're supposed to be parked in the school before looking at the two vehicles again. We take a good look at the police cars again, and I think Anne's feeling curious and worried. Me? Quite the opposite, actually. I don't pay the situation any mind, but I remember just on time that I have to look as concerned as Anne is.

Maybe not. I'm well known to not care about anything insignificant.

She holds my hand- yes, it's supposed to be this way, yes- and she looks at me with worry in her eyes. "Prim..."

I look at Anne's beautiful face with a firm expression. "It doesn't concern us."

But I am directly involved, sad to say. I pulled and pulled, and pushed and pushed, and I had to make him stop screaming. I went for his throat, and I broke his trachea, with that lovely snap accompanying it. I loved how his blood, his warm blood, covered my hands- the blood of my enemies always makes me happy, and when I saw that desparing look in his eyes, I laughed! I said, serves you right! This way, you can't talk to Anne anymore!

Then I went for his hands. I despised his hands. His hands that always patted Anne's back, his hands that jokingly (I don't see it as a joke) wanted to touch Anne inappropriately...well, let's say that I believed in the right rumor. When he couldn't talk, I looked at his hands and wondered whether I should make a garden with the hands as flowers, but you know, I hate those hands that had the intention to sully Anne's purity. This way, I said, you can't touch Anne anymore!

So I chopped them off, and he died, and I disposed of him very nicely. The only things of him that remain in this world are his rotting hands, which I think are the cause of the police visits today.

You brought this upon yourself, Genesia. Good luck rotting in your beloved harem's locker room. Sadly, you won't be able to touch anything. You know, I just thought that you were an annoyance because Presi seemed to dislike you, but I dislike you too after you tried whatever you did on Anne.

Anne will remain pure, thanks to me.

Anne misinterprets my silence for fear, or for a pretense that I have to put up in order to be brave, and she squeezes my hand softly in reassurance. This is what I love about Anne, she cares so much. I didn't even notice that we are already in the school building, and I see Mariam Futapie acting like some hotshot detective.

Stupid girl.

"They found Genesia's hands in the girls' locker room," Mariam says quietly. "Rotting."

Anne looks as if she'll faint. "Who...Who would do such a thing...?"

"This is like some yandere story that I'd write about," Irina says nonchalantly, trying to make her pink ponytail into a plait. "Didn't expect that it will happen in real life. Elluka, what do you think?"

"A murder in school...is suspicious, indeed," Elluka says the obvious.

"The school better be on their toes," I contribute. "Who called the police?"

Mariam sighs. "Mikina Sfarz. The hands were in her locker."

"Oozing out blood and rotting flesh. Interesting," Irina yawns.

"Irina!" Anne cringes. Elluka, Irina's self-proclaimed older sister (just because she's Kiril Clockworker's girlfriend), pulls on the short girl's ear in a form of reprimand, and simultaneously, Anne comes closer to me for protection against every mention of gore.

"Hey! Ouch! Let go!" Irina yells.

"Don't start sounding like you were the one who killed him, or the police will actually believe you!" Elluka sighs.

I remain stone-faced as I always am, hiding my glee perfectly. "We shouldn't think that we're safe just because we're girls. The murder was on school grounds, so it could be that someone who was jealous of Genesia took extreme measures."

"Prim's right," Mariam says, supporting my statement. "We should go home in groups."

"I think that's a good idea," Anne agrees, looking serious.

"That's a good idea to me too," a voice comes from behind me. "Prim's ideas are always very sensible."

It's Arth. I inwardly groan, but I find a smile and I use my boiling anger to fuel the blush to my cheeks, but it seems that Anne's reaction is more normal. Anne fidgets with her curls and smiles at Arth, and I...

...I just give up on acting altogether. I remain the princess that I am.

"Well, hello, Arth. Of course I'm right," I say giving him a look that dares him to say more. To my pleasant surprise, it seems like he likes challenges, and he rises to the challenge of possibly obtaining me as one of his latest girlfriends. I know a man's pride more than anything else.

"But Mariam made the idea," Anne counters.

"But Prim gave her an idea to make the idea. Splendid, right?" Arth smiles over at Anne.

We're not in the mood to smile, and Anne shares the sentiments. Anne frowns instead.

"Splendid," she says moodily.

"Anne, let's go," I beckon her, and she's only too happy to follow. I make sure to pass by Arth after Anne does, and while she's ahead, I do a tiny little something. As I pass by Arth, I allow myself to walk a little slower, and...

...I make brief eye contact with Arth, and look away as quickly as I looked at him in the shyest way I can.

As I predicted, he looks at me as I walk with Anne, and I smile.

Perfect.