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 11
Anne
It's midnight, and as I expected, Prim decides to sneak out of bed. I pretend to be asleep.
She doesn't leave the bed quietly and immediately, though. She checks whether I'm asleep, and from some book I read, the best way to pretend to be asleep is to breathe slowly. Not too fast, slower the better. Move a bit for a realistic effect.
...
...I feel her hand brushing away some of my hair.
...Am I doing it right?
I can feel her moving, and she lies back down again from what I hear, since I have my eyes shut. Prim sighs and I can feel her arms wrap around me, and I'm starting to wonder whether she's actually going to sneak out or not.
"...Anne," she whispers to herself, or to me, or to no one in particular, "I don't want to leave you alone."
I wait.
I feel her warm lips kiss my cheek, and she slowly prepares to leave the room, judging from the sounds.
...
...
...The door opens, and closes.
I wait a little more- I count down until twenty minutes pass by, and I get up.
"Tell me what you've heard," I ask my maid through the phone. I make sure to hide in Prim's bathroom, and I'm sitting by the bathtub.
Prim's bathroom is large enough to produce echoes, and I make my voice as hushed as possible. My maid's free to talk around this time because she usually sleeps late, and she wakes up late to match. "Well, Miss Anne, from the recent news, the phrase 'unknown drug' would mean that there's only one family that I can think of who can pull of such a feat."
"The Rogzés?" I whisper.
"Yes. Is...Is the young lady of the Rogzé family there?"
"She's not. Don't tell anyone."
"Of course, Miss Anne."
"I'll be spending more time with Prim," I say. "Make sure to reassure Mum and Dad that I'll be okay with the Rogzés no matter how severe the rumors are. They're business partners. They can't start suspecting each other."
"Of course. But you do know, Miss Anne...that..."
A pause.
My maid speaks again, this time more quietly. "...that Miss Rogzé has Hereditary Evil Raiser Syndrome?"
I close my eyes, look around with disinterest, and smile.
"Of course I do."
I've known all along.
I'm just putting up a small act, but an act isn't good enough if you can't force yourself to think in the shoes of the character you like, right? All along, I've been thinking about nothing but what I'm supposed to think, repressing what I actually know.
But that doesn't mean I support what Prim's doing.
I know she loves me. I know that I'm her one obsession, her one fixation, and the only thing that she ever thinks about.
Actually, I'm not even sure if I support what she's doing, or against what she's doing. I didn't really care about how Genesia died, because in the first place, I didn't even think much about Genesia. If anything, Genesia was an experiment. A very unlucky experiment.
Prim thinks that she has me under her watch. Everyone thinks that I'm supposed to butt out of a situation that's out of my control.
But here's the thing.
I'm always in control. I'm still in control.
If Leonhart can protect the one person who has the potential to actually stop Prim, Mariam, then I'll have to think on how to act accordingly depending on the situation. I need to make sure that everything's under control, and perfectly logical to follow.
Right about now, Prim will be seeing Arth, and she'll return in the early morning.
I look at the chemicals on Prim's workdesk: Gift. That's what she used on Alma, I guess.
But there's a wonder why I'm like this.
If someone loves me, won't they go all the way for me?
...
...Well, that's what I want to test out.
I want to see how far she goes.
...
...What's that sound...oh...
...I must've dozed off. Prim's footsteps woke me up, but I keep my eyes closed. Her footsteps sound irregular, and she sits on the bed and takes a deep breath. I can't really make out the sounds since I'm still so sleepy.
"...I can't believe that I have to do this again..." Prim groans. "At least Anne's still asleep."
If I can make you think that way for so long, Prim...
...then maybe I'm still in control, after all.