Et ça devrait finir l'exercice 13. Maintenant, je dois juste finir ces deux derniers et puis...
La cloche a commencé à sonner et la ruée soudaine du vent qui était l'endroit commun où Takashi était assis. Directement au centre, deuxième rangée en arrière. Il semblait qu'il y avait tous les jours un typhon qui a soufflé devant lui pour que tout le monde puisse rentrer chez lui. Quelque chose qui a frustré Takashi sans fin. Surtout quand sa canne et son travail s'envolaient de son bureau en conséquence. Et sans que personne ne sache ce qui se passait autour d'eux, il devrait toujours ramasser ses propres affaires. Est-ce que ça tuerait quelqu'un pour aider? Non, non, non, s'il vous plaît. Ce serait beaucoup trop pour les gens ordinaires et les riffs de Yamaku. Tout le monde s'inquiétait de ce qu'il allait faire plutôt que de ce qu'il a fait aux autres autour d'eux. Vous penseriez qu'avec tout le monde souffrant d'une sorte de maladie, il y aurait plus de précédent pour prendre soin de votre prochain. Puis encore une fois, la plupart des gens ici étaient encore très jeunes et naïfs, alors peut-être que c'était une excuse suffisante.
Rester dans sa chaise, Takashi s'est penché pour ramasser son sac et ses papiers, dont certains venaient d'être terminés au milieu de la conférence. Étant un homme qui aimait agir et ne pas laisser les choses pour la dernière minute, Takashi avait pris l'habitude de faire du travail en classe et pendant les périodes libres pour qu'il n'ait rien sur lui tard dans la nuit. Après avoir recueilli tout son travail et l'avoir trié dans son sac, il a rapidement drapé le sac sur son épaule et a ramassé sa canne du sol. Ayant la sensation du sol et de l'énergie qu'il aurait à mettre à marcher maintenant, il était fier de voir que ce n'était pas aussi mauvais qu'il l'était plus tôt ce jour-là. Peut-être que s'asseoir et travailler lui a apporté une force supplémentaire aux jambes. En regardant l'horloge, il a vu qu'il avait le temps de se détendre et qu'un voyage à la bibliothèque était en ordre. Il connaissait beaucoup d'autres élèves de sa classe qui sont allés là-bas aussi, donc c'était un bon train après l'école. Mieux que la plupart des endroits entourant l'école.
Finalement, en arrivant à la bibliothèque, Takashi a fait un clin d'œil rapide au bibliothécaire tranquille qui a accueilli tout le monde là-bas. À l'intérieur, il entendait déjà des voix familières qui criaient en avant et en arrière avec quelques voix inconnues qui se répandaient parmi les chuchotements. Il y avait tellement d'étagères et d'allées dans la pièce qu'il était difficile de dire exactement qui et où tout le monde était dans la pièce faiblement éclairée. C'était difficile d'imaginer que quelqu'un pouvait bien lire ici quand les lumières n'étaient pas allumées. La lumière de la fenêtre n'était pas très utile et là où elle était brillante, elle était souvent assez brillante pour faire réfléchir les anciennes pages de papier des livres dans vos yeux. Certainement un endroit difficile à travailler avec. En descendant quelques allées, Takashi a commencé à chercher quelque chose dans la section mystère, espérant stimuler une sorte de pensée dans son esprit. Un esprit au repos était un esprit gâché qu'il a toujours pensé.
"Où dans le monde était cette histoire de détective sur "The Desert Eye"? Je sais que je l'ai vu dans la section C l'autre jour. » Takashi chuchotait à lui-même alors qu'il continuait à monter l'allée, ne voyant pas une fille dans un fauteuil roulant à l'autre bout de l'allée.
Name: Takashi Midiara
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 18
Personality: Constantly comes off as being very disinterested in most things, but in truth it is that he has simply grown tired due to his disease. He is very apathetic towards a lot of things, but still remains truly loyal to those he has grown close to during his time at the academy. Tends to try and brighten other peoples' moods as best he can and is not afraid to put himself out into the public eye if that is what the situation calls for.
Skills: In terms of his skills, Takashi is quite smart in the ways of his classes, being a constant name on the highest score marks in the academy year in and year out. He also has found enough free time to himself to become quite adept at Tarot cards, giving out fortunes to many people that dare see what fate may have in store for them. Usually is very aware of the actions other students of his class, so his interpretations of the meanings of the cards is so spot on at times people claim him to be a wizard, a claim that he has laughed off repeatedly. Sadly due to his illness he has no real ability to stay physically active and mostly resides himself in his room after his classes. He can go out every once and a while, but he has to prepare himself accordingly otherwise he may just collapse and not be able to carry himself. Takashi hates to be a burden so he often will end up turning down an out of the blue invite to go and to somewhere.
Bio: Being raised in a quiet suburb, Takashi was constantly watching other children, his brother included play games outside in the sun and on the freshly cut grass. His parents never let him leave the house on his own and were constantly taking him to doctor's visits as a child. Early on, Takashi was diagnosed with Becker's muscular dystrophy, a disease that ate away at his muscles every day he breathed. He had to hear each day how the disease was progressing, slowly one day and suddenly a striking development the next. Because of this, Takashi was never able to truly experience what it was like to be a child and eventually developed a view on the world as being very boring and dramatic, due to his parent's constant worrying.
By age 14, Takashi had practically become a shut in inside his own home. His legs were worthless, being stuck in a wheel chair since age nine. His chest was in constant pain due to the disease, a symptom that was to develop. Another lucky draw he supposed. Worst yet, his own blood had seemingly distanced himself away due to fear. Perhaps it was unfounded fear of contracting the disease. Takashi assumed it was fear of being connected to something you weren't sure was going to survive. Better to not be close that way it wouldn't hurt in the end he thought. Takashi was beginning to see nothing but gray in his world, with no chance of light returning he feared.
At age 16 he was offered a chance to join Yamaku, a school for children with disabilities. His parents urged him to take the chance. Again, he assumed it was to get further away from him. His brother was also in the crowd to push him out the door it seemed. Takashi took the offer and eventually found himself living among so many others who had the same hurt and fear as he did, and it made him feel, disappointingly, at home. Over the years he has gained some strength in his legs back, mainly through the new therapy that the school provides for him. Now out of his wheel chair, he walks around with a cane most of the time. There are days however where the pain is a little too much for him and he ends up in his wheel chair again. It is during these days that students go up to him often and receive their Tarot readings. Due to his lack of mobility, he figured it would be better to have something to do rather than nothing at all and stare out of the window the whole lunch period. He has regained some of his smile back since he came to Yamaku, but that feeling of rejection and fear still haunt the back of his mind.
Other: Tends to spend a good portion of time in the library when he can walk with his cane. It calms him and the walk from his class to the library keeps his strength up. Sometimes will get into arguments just for the sake of it, especially with Makishimu should an opportunity ever arise. He does this mainly because it is funny and Makishimu is able to take a few playful jabs because of his always cheery attitude.