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 12

Prim

"Prim, wake up! It's Friday!"

I groan.

"Prim! Come on, wake up! Come on!"

What time is it again...?

"Prim!"

The last thing that I expected was having the curtains drawn, but much to my luck, the sun hasn't even risen yet. I only had one hour of sleep, and I can predict Anne's dismay at having the sun betray her.

Only at that I wake up.

I slowly get up- it still hurts from last night- and smile over at Anne's disappointed face. "What's wrong? The sun's not up yet."

"That's exactly what's wrong!" Anne cries. "The sun's supposed to be up and it's supposed to shine its rays at you and make you wake up and teach you not to complain when waking up for school!"

"I should return the favor then." I walk to her slowly. "Will you let me sleepover at your place tonight? You've slept over here twice."

"Tomorrow's a Saturday," Anne proudly says. "You can't wake me up early then."

"Oh, that's right," I pretend to look dismayed. "But at least we can spend the night doing whatever you like, right?"

Anne goes up to me and holds my hand, and I try to hide my surprise. "We can do whatever you like too."

"Anne...?"

"You know, Prim," Anne smiles, and it's the most beautiful smile I've ever seen on her, "I'm so thankful to have you as my best friend."

I try to find my words, but she continues.

"When we first met, I actually thought you were unapproachable, as if you can't ever be reached. But when you started talking to me-"

"I believe you were the one who can't keep her mouth shut," I interrupt, smiling.

"Let me finish," she sighs. "Way to ruin the mood, Prim."

I let her continue.

"...When you started talking to me, I...I felt less alone. Sure, I have many friends, but you were the only one who paid so much attention to me. How I was, how I'm doing at school...It's as if you're the only one who cares," she says, looking away. "And there were many times when I doubted you...but you're always there for me! No matter what! So Prim, t-thank you!"

I laugh and embrace her. I have Anne in my arms, and she's saying such wonderful words. "No, Anne."

"...Huh?"

I pull away and look at her beautiful face, and I'm reminded of how I kissed her cheek while she slept. Her soft cheek...

"I should be thanking you. You're the reason why I live," I say. "I'll do anything to remain by your side."

"You'll do anything?" Anne asks.

"Yes," I smile. "Anything."

"So will you help me get through the Marlonese dub of-"

"No."

Reality ensues, and this was something that I didn't expect.

Kiril Clockworker, as I find out this morning, specialises in the science field, and the police and teachers are strangely asking him to conduct a scientific investigation on what could have possibly killed Alma. I thought that they were going to let it go as a suicide and leave it at that, but when Kiril walked in without wearing his usual school uniform, I start to get a little suspicious.

My actions were too showy.

Irina's helping him, much to my surprise, and she's strangely being very cooperative.

Now why would they ask Kiril, a student, to take charge of an investigation? Why would Irina, who's been supplying me with information, help in said investigation?

And more importantly, who ratted it out to the police to make further investigations?

"Are we having classes today, Prim?" Mikina asks me, and I shake my head.

"I don't think so. What's Kiril doing being in charge?"

"I don't know, but Mariam Futapie made an appeal to look into Alma's death a little further. I'm surprised that they're doing the investigation right in school, though. They don't seem to be bothered that we might have to sacrifice a few lessons just to get to the bottom of a crime." She looks very uncertain, and she excuses herself.

I walk up to Kiril, and he looks at me with a smile that's clearly not his own. "You're in charge here, Kiril?" I ask.

...

...Irina makes the funniest face. I can't really describe it. Kiril himself looks surprised, and then he clears his throat and smiles again.

"I suppose so."

That's very short for a response. It's not like Kiril at all.

"So...Kiril," Irina hesitantly says, "are we going to finish up here, or take the whole day?"

He laughs a little and smiles at her, as if he knows his trade so well. "School takes up eight hours. A whole day takes twenty-four. I'm taking two, if you don't mind."

I didn't know he can be this smooth.

"Kiril!" Elluka's voice comes from behind me, and I make way for her to be able to come close to him. Irina looks as if she's really about to laugh, and I remain completely oblivious to the situation. All of this in a day...

"Yes, Elluka?" Kiril smiles, but he looks as if he's about to laugh too. Elluka catches on, wondering what's wrong.

"W-What's so funny?"

"Nothing, nothing," Kiril snickers. "What is it?"

...

...Kiril doesn't snicker. He's not usually this calm.

Did I make a mistake in not suspecting him at all? After all, the most innocent are usually the ones who hide something...

"A-After you um...finish up here, do you mind going on a d-date later? I mean...!"

What follows next is a full blown, hysterical bout of laughter from Irina. She's laughing all over the place, and she's clutching onto Kiril's shoulder for life. Kiril himself lets a few laughs escape his lips, and Elluka's close to looking livid. But he, the oh-so-supporting boyfriend, places a hand on Elluka's shoulder and smiles as he shakes Irina off softly, allowing her to leave for the time being.

"Five o'clock. I'll tell you where later."

"W-What's so funny?! Kiril!" Elluka whines, but Kiril leaves right after.

"They're taking very active action now, aren't they...?" Anne hesitantly says during lunch break on the roof. Kiril and Irina doesn't join us, and Elluka's looking irritated.

"Irina laughed! What's so funny anyways?! D-Do I have something on my face?" Elluka panics.

"Nothing's wrong with your face," Mariam smiles. "I think they just shared a joke earlier before you asked. Nothing big."

"Man, who would've thought that Kiril is a chemist?" Leonhart laughs nervously. "Looks like he's brainier than we all thought..."

"Scientist," Elluka corrects, ever ready to protect her boyfriend's pride. "He knows all trades."

"But the key words in the news were 'unknown drug', was it?" Mariam voices out, looking suspicious herself. "Could it be a mix of household drugs? Or maybe..."

She looks at me.

I remain calm, and I smile.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

Mariam Futapie squints her eyes, and shakes her head. "Nothing."

Who do I get rid of first? Kiril Clockworker, or Mariam Futapie?

I suspected Mariam from the start, due to her very cautious nature, but I didn't suspect Kiril. It's only now that his true skills are revealed, and the same can be said for his character. While everyone thought that he's a soft-spoken coward, in fact, he's something else. I search up Kiril's name on my laptop while Anne's talking to her mother in the other room, and I use one of Anne's pillows to lay my tired head on.

'CHILD GENIUS WINS THE NATIONAL LEVIANTAN CHEMISTRY COMPETITION AT AGE 9.'

'IMPRESSIVE MIDDLE-SCHOOLER IS PHYSICS CHAMPION FOR THE ENTIRE EVILLIOUS.'

'KIRIL CLOCKWORKER, YOUNGEST AMBASSADOR FOR THE ARTS AND SCIENCES.'

So I'm going up against a fellow chemist, yes?

Well.

Two people can play at that game.