Gray's Cozy Nook

Challenge: Hey love! Here’s something interesting for you to write about, pick an otome character of your choice that is the sweetest and innocent person, and turn him into Hannibal Lecter’s protege or maybe Dexter? This should get your creative juices flowing, and also write in a perspective of someone who is known to have a personality of being cute but is actually hiding a demon within. Thanks, and I can’t wait to read!

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Hey Champ, it’s been a long while since I watched Hannibal so this is going to be challenging, albeit, I do recall some moments from the book itself so I’ll try my best. Anywho, this was difficult, but thank you for the challenge! However, I felt that  I wanted to change the roles of the characters just a bit. Enjoy~!

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Yuta sat behind the glass cell, his eyes trained on the female in front of him as she stood in front of the speaking device. There was a flicker of emotion in those doe-like eyes of hers, those brilliant eyes that had held him captive with such allure during these encounters at the prison. His heart raced a little as he waited a moment before he spoke, he would have to learn how to enjoy this newfound way of communicating with her when skin contact was no longer permitted for them both.

“Zaine,” he finally broke the silence as he watched her close her eyes in response to him speaking her name, “how are you today?” She shifted her weight and opened her eyes and glanced at him, the benevolence in her eyes from days long past had dispersed whenever she saw him now. It was tragic how fate had twisted their hearts into a game of criminal intent, and yet destiny still managed to weave love into the sport that was their relationship.

Zaine stayed silent as Yuta tried to probe her to speak, or perhaps, she was studying him to see what he wanted to talk about today. She had always been the considerate type when it came to conversations and pulling information out of people, she was good at reading people. Yet, she only crossed her arms over her chest and gave him no greetings, words, or emotion. Silence.

“Are you not feeling well?”

He watched as she turned away from him and pulled something from her pocket and pressed it against the glass for him to look at, it was a man’s body dressed in an array of grotesque mediums that would make any serial killer be pleased with such artistry. Zaine remained quiet as she watched him, knowing well that he was going to school his features in front of her.

“You know how this goes Zaine,” Yuta shrugged as he returned his gaze to hers, “I’ll tell you if you ask me,” a gentle warmth in his tone as he watched her take the picture away from the glass and fold it back into her pocket.

“Did he suffer?” She finally asked as Yuta let out a controlled breath at her question, judging from the graphic nature of the photo. Anyone would recognize just how much suffering the victim had gone through, considering he was practically pulled apart one day at a time in languid fashion. Yet, Zaine wanted confirmation of this even though she understood well what the scene exposed.

Propping his chin on his hand he narrowed his eyes and looked Zaine’s profile over before answering, “I’m certain he did, considering the murderer wanted him to experience pain to the fullest extent. The fact that his limbs were pulled from him rather than chopped or sliced off, it seemed that this was more of a calculated move from the perpetrator. Wanting to extend and purposely drag out suffering for many months until the victim could no longer wait for their own death and misery to end.”

Yuta let out a sigh as he watched Zaine turn away from him, her arms going over her chest as she seemed to shiver at want he had announced to her. He had played right into her hands.

“Hearing me say it out loud confirmed want you wanted, didn’t it Zaine?”

A laugh came from the otherwise of the glass as Zaine’s head tilted back and she laughed out loud and banged the inside wall of her cell, her eyes turning towards him as a familiar grin slithered onto those lips of hers. Yuta slid his chair back a little as he looked at the guards on the other side of the room and lifted a hand for them to not approach.

“I’m so glad,” Zaine wiped a tear from her eye as she finally came close to the glass and pressed her hands against it, staring into Yuta’s eyes she tilted her head in a childlike manner. A sweet expression on her face as she gazed upon her old partner with happiness, “my work still exceeds my own artistic expectations, but you know that better than anyone else, don’t you, Yuta.”

She was now putting the attention on him again, that gentle smile that hid everything from every one of her true motifs. The same smile that captured him, taunted him, and also made him suffer when he was her partner in 2ND Unit. None of them truly knew the truth behind that Zaine’s smile, or how she treated people for the sake of her goals at getting close to the man who ruined her life.

Now, the man was dead, and she was behind bars serving several months of imprisonment before they enact the death penalty onto her… And here he was, a man who had fallen for the devil herself and willing to carry on her work even after her death.

Gray’s Corner

This was a little more tough to write than I thought, it is fairly short compared to my other fanfic drabbles. However, I’m still proud of the fact I managed to write it in a short time; it was adding the photos that made it a bit more difficult to accomplish. However, I do hope you guys enjoyed this short story ^_^

Thank you for stopping by ^_^