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 10

Prim

It's 4 AM.

I'm awake, and I think. I've gone too far to even look back. I should've killed Alma when I had the chance, but I was thinking too much about not raising suspicion towards me. No one's suspected me yet, and Anne's looking for answers.

What ticks me off the most is the way Alma sounded while thinking about Anne.

Those sickening moans of pleasure, her crying out Anne's name as she's close...

...

I grit my teeth and grip at my sheets.

How dare she?

How dare she use Anne as one of her fantasies? Doesn't she see that Anne's better than her worthless life?!

ONLY I KNOW HOW PRECIOUS ANNE IS.

ONLY ME.

I go over to my desk and turn on the desk lamp. I've been experimenting on this for a long time. Suddenly, quite suddenly, Arth doesn't seem to be that large of a threat anymore, and I put on a new pair of plastic gloves to resume my work.

Gift.

Something that I should have used a long time ago. Even if it's the prototype, it should work nicely. Father, Presi and I made variations of the first version of Gift, and I can say with conviction that mine is the most lethal of all.

I close my eyes and think carefully on why I do the things I do.

I was never this extreme. I never cared. It was only until Anne appeared that I started killing, framing, even dealing damage to myself to get rid of all the impure people around her. Why do I do so much for Anne? While I dismember, torture and psychologically break people, all Anne ever gives me is her company and her smiles and her laughs.

And I'm content with that.

I'm willing to do all that for Anne, who had been so kind to me, so loving...I think...yes...the reason why I do what I do...the reason is simple.

I love Anne.

I do these things because I love Anne.

I'll prove it to her that my love is more powerful than anything else. I'll show her that I love her more than anyone can ever attempt to.

"I told Mum that I'm going to sleepover at your place again," Anne says as she rides her bicycle. I give her a surprised look to disguise my pleasure, and I manage to make myself seem like I'm not too keen on the idea.

"Anne, you didn't even tell me in advance."

"But you said-!"

"Just kidding," I smile. "Did you prepare clothes? Or do I have to lend you my underwear again?"

At that, Anne blushes- oh, that's so cute- and makes those stammering noises that I love so much. "F-For your information, I have your clothes right here! All ironed and washed! So don't complain!"

She holds up a white bag, and I almost panic.

"Anne, Anne, focus on the road...!"

She groans and turns away.

"...By the way, Prim," Anne says, "do you think Alma will come to school today?"

"Who?" I make sure that Anne doesn't pick up on any clues. I don't know most of the underclassmen except for Mikina.

"Alma. The one who...um...assaulted you?" Anne cautiously says.

"Oh. I hope so." I nod. "Also, you don't have to return my clothes, you know."

"Why's that?" Anne asks.

I smile over at her. "Because I like to see you wear that white dress. It looks very beautiful on you."

...?

Anne's frowning.

...Did I say something wrong?

The first thing Anne does, possibly to clear her mind, is to hook up Leonhart Avadonia and Mariam Futapie together, according to what she stealthily texted me in class. The first thing I do, mainly to eliminate something disgusting, is to spike Alma's food with Gift.

It's not too hard to do because Alma, according to Irina, helps the teachers carry books down and whatnot during lunch break. By the time she enters class, everyone will be gone, and I take the opportunity to do that. Ten drops. I'm not stingy.

I exit the classroom and I unexpectedly see Arth passing by, walking with Kiril Clockworker. Quickly, I hide behind the door of the classroom, and they so happen to stop right in front of the classroom to have a private talk.

"-she's just...She won't stop crying, you know? She called me up last night, but..." Arth says.

"Is that how you really feel?" Kiril asks. "I thought you always liked Anne?"

"I do, she's sweet and all, but..."

"...So you can't stand it when she's upset?!" Kiril exclaims. "Arth, I'm sorry, but it's not really liking a girl if you can't-"

"We're not even in an official relationship," Arth says. "Anyways, the closest I've ever come to a relationship that I'm really interested in...never mind. I'm just not sure how to break it to Anne that...you know, I can't always be there for her."

...

...Well, well, Arth Lucifen d'Autriche.

"What are you watching?" I ask, and Anne turns around during free period only to see me standing right behind her. She gives a startled sound and covers her phone screen, but I take one of her earphones and put them in my left ear.

"Wait, no, that's-!"

...

...

Someone, shoot me.

It's a very, very horrible Marlonese dub of a Jakoku anime. I slowly take a spare seat and sit down while I suffer with Anne in silence.

"Why do you watch this?" I ask in disbelief.

"I told you so," Anne sighs. "After I managed to get Leonhart and Mariam together during lunch break, Mariam got back at me and forced me to watch..."

"That's disproportionate retribution," I say.

"Yeah...A-Anyways, did I tell you? You know I was out of sorts last night, right? A-And...I called Arth..."

You know, I don't have to even listen to what Anne says, because I know from what I eavesdropped earlier. She says that Arth was so kind to put up with her crying last night, and while I'm slightly upset at the fact that Anne called him and not me, there's the other part where I'm actually happy that she called him.

She doesn't know how he's like. And before he breaks her heart, I'll make sure that his heart stops.

"He's the perfect prince, huh, Prim?" Anne asks me in a dreamy voice.

"Well..." I hum.

I don't say any more than that.

I watch the news, and news about Alma's death airs live on 8 o'clock. Unknown chemical in the bloodstream, they say.

Anne holds my hand, and I look over to see her facing the news as bravely as she can. The news deduced it as a suicide, an odd form of suicide, because they think that with the mental strain of being falsely accused of assaulting me, as well as being bullied (well, I didn't know that part), she would definitely resort to that. But to my surprise, Anne doesn't cry.

Instead, she looks at me, and she says: "Something else is behind this, and I'm one step closer to finding out what this is."

"Anne..." I sigh.

Her determined eyes are more than enough. "I'm one step closer! I just have to find out who did this! I know that something's-"

I wordlessly embrace her, and she stops talking, surprised at my sudden action.

My Anne.

My kind-hearted, pure, Anne.

"...No one's at my side, Prim," she whispers brokenly, and I can feel her arms around me, returning the hug. "No one believes me."

"No one," I whisper back, "except me. You know I'll do anything for you, right, Anne? You know how much I care about you, right, Anne?"

Anne nods.

"...I know."

And that's all I need.