Disclaimer: I do not own PoT and their characters. The songs Blind by life house and Stolen by Dashboard Confessionals were only included to match the whole plot of the story.

AN: This is A Yuki-Sana tandem. The ratings might go up and the gender setting might change depending on the readers' reactions. Thanks and hope minna-san will RnR :D

'Tasteful Distractions'

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

Introduction:

5TH of March

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. 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! I entered the world. 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.

So far so good right? Little that I 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…

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 t the courage to use it.

My freedom was the shade of my emptiness…

'I was young but I wasn't naïve,

I was helpless,

As you turned around to leave,

But still I have a pain I have to carry.

A past so deep,

That even then we could not burry if we tried.'