AN: Tasteful Distractions RyoSaku Style,inspired by my YukiSana fanfic. See my fic for more details. The plotline is similar but the story is different. This might be a continuation. But who knows right? A little OOC by the way.

I am fully aware of the rule that no same story with different characters can be uploaded and posted. Please keep in mind that the setting is only similar but the plot is DIFFERENT. thanks very much.

Dedicated to: reincarnatedcrazybutterfly,LVB and Kuya Jarield :D


'Inevitable Precisions'

It is the mind, which creates the world about us, and even though we stand side by side in the same meadow, my eyes will never see what yours behold, my heart will never stir to the emotions, which yours touched.

-George Gissing on Perception

SPOV

11:11 p.m

"Make a wish Sakuno."

A wish?

Those words still ring in my ears… My brother's voice lingers still. Who would've thought he already ran out of time? Even though it's already been a year since he passed. I couldn't bring myself to forget what happened during that day… He never came home but still… I got his message.

So, again, a wish?

You could just guess.

"Sure is cold!" I embraced myself and secured my scarf as I paced outside St. Louis.

Why oh why did I have to be on duty late at this hour? Of all the volunteers, It just had to be me!

But, never mind. I was used to it

The hospital walls were no longer strangers to me. As a regular volunteer, I expected myself to soon see this place as my second home. I didn't mind after all, a few bloodstains here and there and grotesque missing body parts weren't much of a scare to me anymore. After all, for the past years, I've already witnessed much worse at first hand. At 8, I was given a front row ticket for the advance screening of a dying soldier with multiple bayonet punctures. You name it. Having been already a trained Medic at 13, I was exposed to that kind of world. Despite my unfortunate childhood, I was grateful… Well in some ways I guess. I was free, free to maneuver my own life towards a different direction. Most importantly, a life, different from my Father's. He was a soldier and my mother a nurse. So no questions asked when my brother decided to follow suit. Perfect fit, don't you think? I didn't think so, but our family is far from average right? So I guess that seemed pretty normal for others.

My parents… they give a whole new meaning to love at first strike…

Oh did I say strike? I guess I should really use the more common term, sight. They met when my Father was just a Cadet, it was his first ever shot-wound and to cut things short for the whole sappy enchilada, nurse meets bloody soldier, bloody soldier is grateful to the nurse and BAM! Seiji entered the world and so after, so did I. And as soon as I was able to walk on my own feet, their centre looped back to their reality. Which were of course the patients and the civilians.

I thought that I had the advantage since I was both patient and civilian but… I was wrong... My mother purposely brought me to the hospital with her everyday in order for me to get used to the kind of life she lived. I was okay with that since it was either the nursery room or the campsite. Then again what choice did I have? But it was fine, since income kept piling in. I kinda felt bad for my brother though, he had to go with my dad into the field at such an early age. I could just imagine what they were up to.

I could understand that he was much willing to go under such strenuous training but, for his age back then, he still had such a frail body. Poor Seiji…

But despite all of those my family kept in tact. WHOLE. COMPLETE.

So far so good right? Little didI know that my little 'luxury', the toys and books that they provided me for company when they worked was already a sign that, every moment I spent alone, drifting my mind and succoring to the worldly pleasures set before was going to be my LIFE from then on… Until of course I reached age 13 where my medical training would soon commence and at 15 when we'd return to Japan, just maybe…things would change…

And it did.

Seiji was already of age, meaning he'd have to go into the real battle field from then on…

It wasn't until I became of age that I ever saw him again.

Pretty much of what was then, was now. And I was already at my tipping point. As the years passed, I finally wanted to take a detour. My freedom was too much and yet I hand to the courage to use it.

My freedom was the shade of my emptiness…


I finally went inside.

My wish?

I'd wish for this to never happen again or for this to NEVER have to happen.

"HI." I greeted the head nurse with a shake and replied.

"Hello Sakuno, right on time."

"Really?" I enthused.

"Yes. The patient wont be in for a while so, feel free to visit you-know-who..."

Great. Fantastic, another mystery guy for me? Better yet, I wasn't really in the mood to visit, HIM.

I could really use that wish right now.

"Thanks. I'll be dropping by later."

"Good girl. Have a good evening now!"

If only wishes can be bought, I'd be a pauper right now.


-LADY_VON_STRIFE

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