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 6
(WARNING: INSANITY MENTIONS, PSYCHOLOGICAL DISTURBANCES, DRUG MENTIONS.)
Prim
How...How...
...How can I keep Anne with me? Wasn't my plan going well? If I get Arth to fall in love with me, he won't harrass Anne anymore, and then I can dispose of him at a convenient time, and Anne will forever be mine, right...?
...But Anne...
...Yes, Anne's in love with Arth.
But Anne also cares about me. She...She said so.
I don't know how Anne does it. Anne is so endearing without her even knowing it, and everyone just loves her at first sight, or first word. When she smiles, it's as if I've done something right in the world, when she laughs, it's as if I've done something great.
Slowly, slowly...Anne's smiles are getting more brittle.
You know...
...You know...
...You know...?
...I love Anne. I love her. No one else will love her as much as I do. That's why I will make sure that I will be the one who will return that smile to her face.
I look at the student who attacked me that day, all tied up in my basement, and I smile. She looks absolutely afraid, but of course I make sure that no matter how many times I let her return home and resume her normal life, it won't make a difference in her having to serve me.
"R-Rogzé..." she shivers, and I hide my hands behind my back.
Her eyes are wide with terror. They reflect fear, nothing but fear...
...and I laugh!
"Haha...ahahaha...AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" I laugh, pointing a finger at her. "You're such a joke, do you know that?!"
She tries to speak, but I step on her limp hand with my high heel, causing her to yell.
"You think that your love is strong enough to overcome any obstacle that comes your way? You didn't think that there's more than your type in the world, did you?!"
"I...I'll g-give you...I-I'll surrender...s-s-s-surren...d-d-der...A-Arth...!"
I kneel down and come close to her face.
It's so sad to see a person like that, but she's unworthy of doing what she's doing if her conviction isn't strong enough.
"You know," I smile again, and whisper, "I'm not going for Arth."
Her horror freezes on her face.
"...I love Anne. And you're just unluckily in the way of my plans in getting her."
She tenses up as I take a syringe from my dress pocket, filled with one of my personal favourites. The Rogzé family is, of course, very well known for their pharmaceuticals, and this is just one of my many experiments. The purple liquid's been carefully prepared beforehand, and I smile.
"Do you know what this is?" I ask her in a soft voice. "This is something that will give you so much pleasure that you just might die."
"N-No...N-N-Not...t-that...!" she stammers, her eyes wide with fear. I don't know how much wider they can get.
"I'm being nice," I say. "While you are an indirect cause of Anne being so suspicious of me lately, I would've left you with the police. I wouldn't have bailed you out using my family's connections. But I've been so nice to let you be under my service. Why are you complaining so much? Do you think..."
I take her arm, and she tries to pull, and I smooth out her disgusting skin- Anne's skin is so much smoother- and inject it.
"...that you have the right to refuse my kindness?"
Her heartbeat will quicken.
She'll start feeling oddly funny down there.
It's not my problem if she starts acting lewd in public.
I was discharged from the hospital yesterday, but my clothes hide the bandages that are wrapped around my shoulder. Once I walk upstairs from the basement, I try to calm down before deciding to get something to eat.
The doorbell rings, but I reach the door earlier before any of the butlers can, and I'm greeted by a pleasant surprise- Anne. What's even more pleasantly surprising is that Anne doesn't look angry, and her smile...
...Her smile is natural.
"Thought I should visit!" Anne smiles and laughs, and I laugh too. "Don't worry, I didn't bring fried chicken today, but I bought something instead..."
I let her in, close the door and sigh. "Anne, it's not like I don't like fried chicken..."
"I bought chocolate cake," Anne interrupts, piquing my interest. "Actually, I passed by a bakery after violin class and I saw this nice cake, and I thought of buying a slice for you, so I ended up here..."
"That's so thoughtful of you," I smile. "Thank you, Anne."
"A-About Arth..."
Not again. I really need to choose my words wisely now.
"Anne, I'm-"
"Prim, I'm sorry," Anne smiles apologetically. "I shouldn't have contested you like that. If you really like Arth, then...you two should be happy together. Because what's more important to me is that you're happy, and..."
My hands are shaking.
Anne...Anne, Anne, Anne...
"...it's all that matters to me, you know. Prim, you're my best friend."
"Anne," I say, holding lightly on the chair's backrest for support, "you know that I never had an interest in Arth."
The look on Anne's face changes, and it is relieving.
"...Huh?" was all she could say.
Oh, she looks so cute.
"Arth did confess to me, but I told him that he didn't have to force himself to say anything just because I got hurt when his name was used," I confess. "We just agreed to seem close in school to prevent any more trouble."
Anne's reactions are priceless. Her confusion and grief just gets wiped out cleanly, and she becomes the Anne that I know and love again. "O-O-Oh! That's it...? You should've told me earlier! I was so scared of losing-" She bites her tongue lightly. "I...I mean..."
Then she puts the cake on the kitchen counter as soon as we reach the kitchen.
"Have some cake!" she exclaims.
I look at the box of cake, and I laugh heartily. "Why thank you, Anne. I'll help myself to the entire slice."
We get some cake forks, and we take turns in eating the cake. One bite for me, one bite for Anne. I relish in the situation, just me and Anne, peacefully eating cake without anyone bothering us...but there's the fact that I know that I kept someone in the basement, and Anne doesn't know that we're not alone in the house.
"You know," Anne says, in the middle of useless conversation, "...I didn't want to lose my best friend."
I stare at her for a good three seconds, and I smile.
"I promise you, you'll never lose me."
Anne smiles- how I love it when she smiles- and she takes one more bite of cake. "I was so scared."
"You didn't have to be," I say. "I'll always be your best friend, if you allow it."
"But you're so smart and beautiful and talented, I don't even think that I can match up to being friends with you sometimes..."
"Anne," I calmly- well, as calmly as I could- say, "I like your company, and I want to be your best friend. All of those discouraging thoughts need to go somewhere very far away from you, in my opinion." I even give my best expression of indifference, and it makes her laugh.
I don't want to just be your best friend, Anne.
I want to have you all to myself.
"Prim, you're so sweet sometimes, you know?" she pipes up suddenly, and to my amazement, I find myself blushing despite myself.
"What makes you say that?" I defensively retort.
"You care so much about me."
...
...Of course I do.
I'd even kill for you.
"Mum! I'm staying over at Prim's tonight, okay?" Anne's voice resonates from outside my room. She's making a phone call to her mother, and I just type out emails on my laptop while lying on my bed.
"...We're the same size! I think Prim has some nightclothes somewhere..."
...But Anne's slightly shorter. I get up and hurriedly find some clothes.
"Underwear?! I'll...ask Prim..."
Why didn't I think of the possibility that she'll stay over a night?! I look for that too.
"A change of clothes? I think she has that too..."
I'm methodically choosing out clothes like a madwoman at this point.
"I'll ask Prim! It's okay! I'll see you tomorrow night, okay, mum? Good night!" She hangs up on her mother, and I close my wardrobe and put Anne's clothes on my bed, but Anne's quicker than I thought.
"Oh, Prim, I'll need..."
She caught me in the middle of trying to seem as if I wasn't sorting out what she'll need.
"...They're ready," I say. "The clothes, I mean."
Anne acts like an overjoyed child. "You're always ready whenever things are needed, Prim! You're so reliable!"
I take the praise easily enough, or so it seems. "Of course."
"By the way, I saw Mikina just now," Anne says, and I freeze. Mikina's supposed to take that bitch home, and Anne saw her. "Does she live nearby?"
"Her mother's friends with my mother," I say quickly, too quickly, but Anne seems to buy it and nods.
"Maybe we can get Mikina to sleepover with us?" Anne suggests.
I shake my head, and as Anne sits on the bed, I lie on her lap. Anne naturally plays with my hair, and I close my eyes for a short while.
"That's okay too," Anne says, and I think she's smiling. "I prefer it this way anyways."