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 3
Anne
Genesia's dead, and the police are investigating.
Prim's doing her best to lead me away from the gossip and the mumbles of all our classmates, and I really appreciate that. She's making sure that I'm not bothered and disturbed, but I can't help but feel unsafe. I'm worried. I can't sit down and pretend that nothing's happening, and I tell Prim, and she says 'Anne, the most we can do is to not lose heart and look after ourselves. I'll look after you the best I can.'
I almost envy Prim for keeping her head during this kind of shock.
You know, Prim's the pride of her family. She's smart, beautiful and composed, while all I am is just my mother and father's daughter. The Rogzés and the Suis get along because the Rogzés are cooperating with the Suis in business, so it's only natural for Prim and I to meet often. It was only earlier this year that I properly met Prim, and we got along so well that we're now best friends.
I wait for Prim to come back from band practice, and all the while I'm thinking about how Genesia died. How did that happen? When did it happen? How long...how long were his...arms...in Mikina's locker?
I tense up.
It's...really not possible to accept that Genesia's dead. I spoke to him three days ago! Genesia shouldn't be that weak either, because he's part of the karate club, and...
...I can't believe it. I can't believe he's dead.
I don't want to believe that those hands are his. It must be someone else's.
How do they even know that it's Genesia's, anways?!
I stand up from sitting at the school steps. The police took his arms for a very flimsy autopsy, cleaned up Mikina's locker too, but I believe that he's not dead! I take my phone and dial his number, and I only get...
'The number you have dialed is out of service.'
...
...I refuse to believe it.
"Anne?" Prim's voice comes. I turn around and see her holding her baton, looking at me with a serene smile. I put my phone in my pocket, but I don't return her smile.
"Genesia's...really gone?" I manage.
Prim frowns, and she basically pleads. "Anne..."
"I...couldn't call him, you know? Out of service. His number..."
"Out of service?" she asks surprisingly.
"Yeah, I called-"
"Alright, that doesn't make sense," Prim suddenly says, looking alert. She doesn't tell me that I shouldn't be involved, or anything like that, and it strangely makes me feel that maybe...just maybe...
...we could-
"A number doesn't go out of service after a few days," my best friend finishes.
-investigate.
"We should investigate," I say quickly. It's 3PM, and the sun's slowly starting to set, and Prim blinks.
"Anne, that's the police's job," Miss Sensible says.
"The police's taking too slow," I desperately nudge her. "Prim, you said it yourself! This doesn't make sense! How can they tell that it's Genesia in one morning? He's there somewhere, and those arms aren't his! Right?!"
Prim's slowly getting what I'm saying. Her eyebrows furrow, and she slowly nods. "The police said that they could tell because the DNA expert was with them. But his phone number deactivates in a matter of days, which isn't supposed to be possible."
"Yes," I agree.
She continues. "Which means that...no, it can't be a suicide, because he won't have the guts to chop his own arms off..."
"Yes..." I press on.
Then she hits me with the most important question of all. "Why in Mikina's locker though? Why are the arms there?"
I ask another important question. "Why would someone kill Genesia to spite Mikina?"
"Upperclassman Rogzé!"
A junior comes up to us, and Prim groans. She regards the girl with irritation that's painfully visible, and she answers back with a curt "What?"
"Um...Upperclassman Lucifen d'Autriche wants to see you at the roof," the junior says. "Have a good evening!" she adds, then hastily walks away from us.
...
...In the end, I guess I fail in that department too. But I smile over at Prim and encourage her. "Arth's waiting! I'll go home myself, then I'll call you, okay?"
Prim looks hesitant. "But Anne-"
"It's not every day that Arth calls girls, you know," I nudge. "Go! He's probably up there for quite some time."
"...You'll call me, right? Once you get home? Or if anything happens..."
Even now, Prim still thinks about me. I...
...I really am lucky to have her as a best friend.
"I'll call," I promise, and she slowly walks back into the school.
Who am I kidding? I can never get Arth to like me. I'm...too plain.
Prim's everything I'm not. She's the president of the debate club (hence why she can make smart comebacks and always be right), the president of the school band, she's smart, beautiful, rich...Well, there's one thing that we share in common. We're both rich.
So of course Arth would like her.
I guess Prim Lucifen d'Autriche has a nice ring to it, if you forget what it actually means.
I make a phone call right after I get home, but it's not to Prim. I call Mariam instead, and I lie on my bed and I wait until she picks up, and when she does, I...
...unsensibly pour out my woes.
"Hello?" Mariam says.
"Arth will never like me," I whine.
Mariam just keeps quiet, and she answers back. "Anne, you haven't even taken initiative. Of course Arth won't notice you," she says, matter-of-factly.
"He called Prim to the roof an hour ago," I woefully say. "It's over. My love life is over. I need another person who looks almost exactly like Arth to fill the hole in my heart, Mariam!"
"Anne, you're being melodramatic," Mariam laughs. "Just talk to Arth."
"I could say the same about you. Just talk to Leonhart."
She goes mum.
"That," Mariam says sternly, "is a different case."
"Mine too," I defend myself. "My best friend is important to me, and so is Arth. If they get together, I won't hate them, but I'll be so heartbroken! He'll confess to her on the roof and while the sun sets- while the sun sets, she'll accept and they'll start kissing and snogging-"
"Snogging?!"
"Yes!"
Of course I know that snogging means to kiss and caress amorously. The definition in Urban Dictionary is even worse: to interface passionately with another being, creating a field of physical obsession and focused-
"Anne, you're overimagining things. You need to stop reading all those romance novels you borrow from the library."
...She's right. I make a defeated sound.
"Yeah, you're right," I admit. "But you and Leonhart need to get together! I know that he talks to me more, but you have to change his perception of you!"
"What- how did you know that I was jealous of you-"
"Oh, I know," I say, not in the least bit offended. "Mariam Futapie, you need to show him that you're a passionate lady who's strong and sexy! You must get him to notice you! You're a pure-hearted maiden who just wants his attention, and he'll notice you, and I'll make sure of that!"
...
...Silence.
"...Anne Sui," Mariam says, "you're kind, you're crazy, and I like that about you."
"By...By the way," I suggest tentatively, "It's not why I called you...Mariam, you know, I tried calling Genesia's number earlier on today..."
Her tone changes. "Yes? And?"
"...It's out of order."
"What- that can't be possible," Mariam says from the other line. "Wait, why did you even try to call Genesia's number?"
"Because it can't be that he's dead!" I cry out softly. "Isn't it suspicious? Suddenly his arms are in Mikina's locker and I thought that those arms shouldn't even be his because I spoke to him a few days ago-"
"Did you tell anyone else?"
"I told Prim, and she thinks the same thing, but I need to tell you because you're the president of the Student Council, and...I thought..."
Mariam sighs from the other line. "Don't worry, Anne. I'll look into it the best I can, okay?"
At least that reassures me.
'I spent three hours on this. Read it up.'
It's an email from Prim, and I open the PDF.
Prim's grammar is impeccable as always, even when she's going by bullet points. It includes a lot of points, like how she dislikes crowded places, how she's excellent in controlling her hunger levels (which is impressive!), how she spends 45 minutes curling her hair and how she has a secret like for strawberry cake.
There's also parts where she says she's secretly very lazy, and she tends to be tired of keeping up appearances all the time. Even the great Prim Rogzé isn't immune to fatigue, and I smile to myself knowing that she's not too invincible after all. Then there's notes on how she doesn't like the introduction of cymbals in the school band, but she has no choice but to go along with it...yes...mmhm...
...
...I forgot to call her.
...I don't even think I want to, to be honest. There's the issue with Genesia, and Arth...
She doesn't even say anything about Arth.
...I'm so useless.