Story: Every Waking Moment

Rating: K-T (it'll vary)

Word count: 366

Pairings (throughout the story): Hatori/Tohru, with mentions of Kyo/Kagura and Yuki/Machi

A/N: WOAH. I'm actually updating daily. Who knew! And I already have 2 reviews! You guys are so lovely.

Also, if you didn't catch on, every word is in the story LOL I don't know if someone saw that or not. Just throwing it out there.

Makes life fun, you know?

ANYWAY, enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Fruits Basket.

B is for "Blood"

"Ow…" she held her finger out as Hatori knelt down.

"What happened?" Tohru heard him opening his little first aid kit. She stared at the blood coming from her wound.

"I dropped a plate and started to pick up the pieces," Hatori looked at her.

"Isn't that why we have a broom?" Embarrassed, she smiled.

"W-Well, I didn't want you getting hurt, like if you had to get into the other room while passing the living room, so I thought picking up the pieces would be a lot faster," he shook his head.

"You should've waited for me to get out here. I thought you were seriously hurt," he recalled hearing her little scream soon after dropping the plate.

"I-I thought you were with a patient, on the pho—ow," she winced as Hatori dabbed the cut with rubbing alcohol.

"I apologize for the pain," he placed the cotton swab down on the floor and rummaged through his kit. "As far as the phone call, it was Shigure. He was a nuisance," he picked up a band-aid.

"Oh," she whispered. Hatori tore the package open with his teeth and looked at her.

"It wasn't important, Tohru. He was just bothering me about his editor bothering him again."

She felt one end of the band-aid rest on the back of her fingernail, followed by the rest of it. He wrapped the entire band-aid around her finger and smoothed it out. "It should heal within a few days," he said to her, as if she were another patient. But he hated seeing her cut up; he liked when her hands were free of cuts, so he could hold them without hurting her.

She smiled. "Thanks, Hatori," she could still feel the pain. And he could see that, too. Perhaps he wrapped the band-aid a little too tight. He raised her hand and brought her finger to his lips. He wanted to kiss every pain away.

He brought her hand back down; he wrapped both his hands around hers. "There. Does it feel better?" She let out a small laugh and blushed. Her other hand rested on the back of his hand.

Somehow, she didn't feel the pain anymore.

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