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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!
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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.
Realm of Distractions
A Visit to the Mailbox
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The wood planks beneath his feet groaned with every step he made. The doctor made his way down the long, seemingly endless driveway to the collective mailboxes at the front of the property. He took a small key out of the side of his white-laboratory coat pocket and drove it into the keyhole, twisting it open with excruciating slowness.
He flipped open the small door and rummaged his hand around, not even bothering to look.
He scavenged through the endless junk mail, reminders to pick up prescription drugs, and bills, until he came to a pink envelope addressed to him, with no return address.
His heart skipped a beat, something for him?
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A/N: Speed. Who is the letter from? I love to see Hatori baffled. He's so fun to tease. I hope you enjoyed it. Comments are welcome.