[This story is a bit different than my other stories. This is a story that was made with another person, I have roleplayed for a few years and I personally think it's a pretty good story line. So for those that want something extra to read. By all means read it, I wrote the Hannibal part and the other writer wrote the part for Yoko. Yoko is a Resident Evil Original character. I hope you all enjoy.]

Yoko:

Chocolate pools scanned local listings for psychologists in the area. She wasn't looking for just any therapist, oh no, she wanted one of the best. She didn't want to be doped up on a bunch of medication for a mental illness that she most likely didn't have. She knew something was wrong with her, not massively where it made her a danger to the public, but, something else. The lead scientist needed a psych evaluation for work anyways. So, it just worked out perfectly. But, she would still have to be careful with her words.

Finally, she was able to stumble across a Psychiatrist who had stellar reviews. Went by the name of Hannibal Lecter. Glossed lips pressed together in a hard line, being sure to read every single review. A lot of people were saying that he was one of the best, speaking of him in high praise on how they helped them with depression or what mental illness it may be. It was worth a shot to schedule an appointment. What 'harm' could it be?

Lithe fingers slipped away from the pristine white mouse until her finger tips dragged against the telephone before picking it up and bringing it to her ear. Punching in the extension for the phone call to leave the building, she briefly glanced back at the computer screen before punching in the numbers to make an appointment. Her hand moved away from the phone only to pick up a pen and paper while she sat there listening to ringing emanating from the phone.

The stereotypical beginning phone message

"If this is a life threatening emergency please hang up and dial 911. If you are a new patient, please press one, if you need a refill on a prescription please press two. If you're already a patient and would like to schedule an appointment please press three. For all other calls, please stay on the line."

A puff of air escaped the woman's lips, pressing the one button. Another dial tone echoing in her ear drums.

If this was going to be like the main hospital bullshit she was going to have a stroke. But, she was thinking too quickly when she heard a younger woman's voice on the other end.

"Doctor Lecter's office, how may I help you today?"

"Um, ah.." Yoko's voice cracking.

"I'm a new patient, I'd like to schedule an appointment, please..."

"Alright ma'am, May I have your name and date of birth?"

"Yoko Ai Suzuki, Date of Birth June twenty-third 1978."

Clicking of a key board could be heard on the other end of the key board.

"What dates work for you?"

"Errr... Any time after five o'clock?"

"We have an opening for tomorrow at five-thirty, does that work for you?"

"I-it does."

"And will this be work or personal related."

"Both. "

"Thank you Miss Suzuki, please arrive 15 minutes prior your appointment. Please arrive with your companies paperwork, insurance information and a valid ID. We'll see you tomorrow. Have a nice day."

"You too, Good-bye."

The lead scientist hung up the phone and slammed her head onto the desk. Why did she have to be awkward around people, especially on the phone? Ugh, no wonder why she couldn't have a higher position other than lead scientist and why nobody listened to her to begin with. Lifting her head, she scribbled the appointment date on the lime green sticky note and stuck it too her cell phone. Tomorrow was going to be one hell of a busy day...

…...5:15 P.M. …...

She was right on schedule, pushing aside the fact that she happened to work a late shift in the labs. As she entered through the lobby, her lab coat whisked behind her as she walked with haste towards the front desk.

A familiar voice.

"Miss Suzuki?"

"Ah... Yes..."

Still awkward as ever...

"I'll need to verify your date of birth."

"June 23rd 1978."

"Alright, I'll just need to see your insurance card and the paper work from your place of work."

Yoko set her purse down on the counter and pulled out a vanilla folder and her rectangular wallet. Digging through what seemed to be like fifty billion business cards and Ids she finally was able to pull out her insurance information, thus handing it to the secretary. Waiting there patiently, she watched the blonde woman file the vanilla folder and put in the information from her insurance card. It wasn't long before the blonde secretary handed her back the insurance card which was soon tucked back safely in her wallet. That seemed to be all the paper work... No stupid clip board things to fill out. Thank god, or who ever was up there.

"Please have a seat, Doctor Lecter will be with you shortly." The woman shot Yoko a bright smile.

With the most serious look, Yoko could only nod her head before grabbing her purse and awkwardly sat down in one of the chairs in the waiting area. How was this even going to go...

HANNIBAL:

Dr. Hannibal Lecter, regarded as one of the highest reviewed and recommended doctors for just about any mental illness or issue. Many patients and fellow colleges gave him their highest regards in his field saying he was second to none. He was always involved with the more cultured side of the communities as there have been some comments about his lavish dinner parties which people claimed were the best parties of the year. But those were mostly stories that were kept in the higher circles of society. But when it came to work some people described him as a man who could figure someone out in just a moment of meeting him.

The waiting room was nice, with comfortable chairs with elegant paintings hanged on the wall which looked to deserve to be in an art museum for all to see but the most interesting part was the small plate under that named who drew these wonderful pieces of art; Hannibal Lecter. He had drawn these pictures himself, a few minutes had passed as 5 minutes to 5:30pm the door of the waiting room finally opened as an older man in his late 50s coming out. Elegantly dressed as his husky frame was blocking from viewing inside but the man had his back turned to the waiting room as he was shaking what was probably Doctor Lecter's hand vigorously as he was speaking.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you Doctor Lecter. I didn't know I could but I did. You're a wonderful Doctor, thank you. I'll see you at our next appointment Doctor Lecter."

The man finished as soon a voice came from the room. His voice soft like velvet wih the smoothness like Silk with a small European accent but it was almost unnoticeable. His voice a bit deep but his voice clearly distinguishable from a crowd. He spoke calmly and educated.

"No need to thank me Mr. Watts, it's what you came here for. I'm delighted that I have helped you. Well talk again at our next appointment. Have a good day Mr. Watts." Doctor Lecter stated as he looked at him.

Mr. Watts soon smiled nodding as he waved away to Doctor Lecter and soon turned and left simply giving Ms. Suzuki a simply good morning. The voice behind the door finally appeared as Doctor Lecter finally appeared at the door.

He was a bit of a tall man that stood at 6'2ft, a proud slightly pale tone to his unmistakable features. His fair locks fashioned to the side of his face letting some of it cascade down the side of his face. Not one hair out of place from where he combed it. His hazel hues glancing around the waiting room before looking over at Ms. Suzuki. His facial features were smooth and strong, as if his structure was made to ignite some mystery and hide his true intentions with the charm of a beautiful stranger.

He was a tall with an athletic/lean build. It was obvious he worked out as his shoulders wide and strong but without exaggeration. His long athletic muscular arms that seemed so alluring yet deadly, steady like that of a surgeon. A long detailed abdomen looked thin as he has worked out quite a bit. Altogether, this was a sinful frame that required no notion of showing this was a man at his prime that had taken good care of himself. His clothing consisting of a navy blue business suit with a white long sleeve buttoned undershirt and a sapphire blue decorated with a lustrous design of class upon matching the suit perfectly. A pair of dress pants the same color as his suit jacket accompanied by a square buckle belt.

With a final touch of black pointed dress shoes to finish his look and aura about him. A soft smile appeared from his lips as he gazed over at her.

"Ms. Suzuki, please come in." He stated moving out of the door way holding the door open for her.

Waiting for her to come inside the room. If she came in the room he closed the door behind them to ensure privacy for them. His office room was lavish, a large number of shelves filled with books on different topics from psychiatry to great works of art and other cultural diverse works of art. His ebony wooden desk near the shelves as his computer on it with a few folders and papers organized nicely on his desk. There were also other desk filled with what looked artwork and hand drawn art by Doctor Lecter.

A few other items such as bust and small decorative statues and a few other objects. He slowly extended his hand toward the Victorian style furniture. Two chairs facing each other, one for Doctor Lecter and another for his patient. On the side there was also a long classic psychiatrist chair for patients to lay down and speak.

"Please choose whichever one you feel more comfortable with." He asked her waiting for her to take a seat anywhere she wished but if she didn't feel like sitting down he wouldn't force her.

He sat down in one of the chairs simply picking up a folder and and a note book which seemed to probably have information about her and such.

"So before we begin do you have any questions about me or any concerns. Feel free to tell me." He asked her as his gaze fixed on her waiting for any questions or concerns she may have.