[i]And that should finish up exercise 13. Now I just have to finish these last two and then...[/i]

The bell began ringing and the sudden rush of wind that was common place where Takashi sat. Directly in the center, second row back. It seemed everyday there was some typhoon that blew past him so that everyone could get back to their homes. Something that frustrated Takashi to no end. Especially when his cane and work would fly off his desk as a result. And with no one aware of what was going on around them, he would always have to pick up his own things. Would it kill anyone to help out? No no no no, please. That would be far too much for the common folk and riff raff of Yamaku. Everyone out and concerned about what they were going to do rather than what they did to others around them. You would think that with everyone suffering from some kind of ailment there would be more precedent to care for thy fellow man. Then again most people here were still very young and naive so perhaps that was excuse enough. 

Staying in his chair, Takashi bent over to pick up his bag and his papers, some of which had just been finished in the middle of lecture. Being a man who liked to take action and not leave things for the last minute, Takashi had made it a habit to do work in class and during free periods so he wouldn't have anything pressing on him late at night. After collecting all of his work and sorting it into his bag, he quickly draped the bag over his shoulder and picked his cane up from the ground. Getting the feel for the ground and how much energy he would have to put into walking now, he was proud to see that it was not as bad as it was earlier that day. Perhaps sitting and working brought some extra strength to his legs. Looking at the clock he saw he had time to relax and felt a trip to the library was in order. He knew a lot of other students in his class that went there as well, so it was a good hang out after school. Better than most places surrounding the school.

Finally reaching the library, Takashi gave a quick nod to the quiet librarian that greeted everyone there. Inside he could already hear familiar voices yelling back and forth with a few unfamiliar ones sprinkled in among the whispers as well. There were so many shelves and aisles in the room it was hard to tell exactly who and where everyone was in the dimly lit room. It was hard to imagine that anyone could read well in here when the lights weren't turned on. The window light wasn't very useful and where it was bright, it was often bright enough to make the old paper pages of the books reflect back into your eyes. Definitely a difficult place to work with. Heading down a few aisles, Takashi began searching for something in the mystery section, hoping to stimulate some kind of thought in his mind. A mind at rest was a mind wasted he always thought. 

"Now where in the world was that detective story about "The Desert Eye"? I know I saw it in the C section just the other day." Takashi whispered to himself as he continued to walk up the aisle, not noticing an girl in a wheelchair down the other end of the aisle.