Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

This is a string of drabbles centered around my favorite doctor, Hatori Sohma. Each one will present/represent an emotion/feeling/noun/phrase-- some will be lighthearted, others angst-ridden/dark, others wistful, others depressing, etc.

At the end of each one, I will share the emotion/feeling/noun/phrase of which the story is written around. See if you can guess!

xxx

Summary: Hatori doesn't seem to be able to concentrate on his 'work', rather each drabble is a reflection of his existence, or lack of.

I bit of voyeurism. Nothing R-rated though.

Realm of Distractions

Tangled Up

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She watched them. In the aftermath of their lovemaking.

Snarled in each other, like tumbleweed and the puff of cotton. His arm draped protectively over her budding belly. His nose tucked into the crook of her neck. His legs wrapped neatly over her legs, his feet twisted with hers. They lay on that mattress in their dingy apartment. The water dripped from the faucet incessantly.

Stupid idiots, they have no money.

She watched them.

In all their pathetic bliss.

Her body twitched. Ached, as though premature arthritis plagued her young body. Slowly, she was losing. Her hand pulled away from the window-sill, but her eyes stared into the lit room.

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A/N: Hurt. Akito. Evil woman. Comments are welcome.