Disclaimer: I don't own Hannibal rising, just borrowing the characters. My first Hannibal fic, don't be harsh!
The present from the past
"Hannibal…..stop it……" tossing and turning in her bed, Lady Murasaki was unable to sleep peacefully, the face of Hannibal haunts her in her dreams every single night.
His blood-shot eyes prowling over Grutas. Her thin and fragile body slumped in the corner of the room, watching helplessly as Hannibal carved an "M" on Grutas' chest, blood spattering all over the floor. Incapable of breathing normally, tears and sweat rolling down her once pure and shining face she mustered all her strength and lunged forward to Hannibal.
"Stop it! Leave him to Popil! Please…"
She grabbed Hannibal's arm away from Grutas bloody chest, but was knocked down by Hannibal. She was being pushed to the wall with a thud. She gently pressed her hand on to her forehead, lifting it up again and found blood smeared all over her hand…….
Lady Murasaki woke up with a start, pulling the blankets to her neck. The night was still dark, it was early in the morning. She put on her night robe, leaned on the windowsill, looking into the horizon and listening to the music of the crickets.
Flashback:
"I see you and the cricket sings in concert with my heart."
"My heart hops at the sights of you who taught me to sing."
It'd been six months since Lady Murasaki was separated from Hannibal. After she secured his release, Lady Murasaki returned to Hiroshima, her home country in Japan. Apart from the seldom visits to Chiyoh's house, life was meaningless there. She felt there was nothing left for her in Hiroshima, so she decided to go back to France, and stayed in the house where Hannibal first lived. She was now the owner of a Japanese Opera House, earning twice as much as Robert Lecter and having a large amount of income. But money wasn't an issue to her. Her life was near perfection, but it was one thing that was missing from her life. It was love. She longed to love. She had loved Robert and Hannibal, but they had long gone from her. It's not that she doesn't have admirers, oh she had lots of them, sending her roses, chocolates and invited her to the occasional lunches, but she turned them all down. In her heart was only Hannibal, he who killed Paul Moumond(the butcher that insulted her) for her, he who protected her, rescued her from Grutas and he who turned her down because of his hungriness for revenge for his sister Mischa.
It's probably better to forget the past and look into the future, waiting for surprises that will come along. But Lady Murasaki felt that no one could replace the position that Hannibal was and still is in her heart.
To be continued………..