Key-Tokki Posted September 10, 2014 Share Posted September 10, 2014 Name Misaki Hamarami Age 19 Position Bottom Bio Misaki had a normal childhood, but after an incident when he was 13 he has not been the same. Any kind of touching, skin to skin, doorknobs, anything he can't handle. He can't drink from unopened containers or eat at resturaunts, he always wears gloves to cover the marks on his skin from scrubbing them clean so many times. One day, on the way to work, he has a meltdown on the train, and is noticed by a certain psychiatrist, who decides he can help. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Teesie Posted September 10, 2014 Share Posted September 10, 2014 [table=width: 500, class: grid, align: center] [tr] [td] Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]Name: Takuya, Takuma[/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]Age: 27[/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]Position: Seme[/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]Bio: Takaya, Takuma graduated from the college of Harvard in the USA. After the disapproval of his parents, the man decided to move out of state and make a living on his own. Not only had they wanted him to attend another school, albeit Harvard is one of the best, a doctor is what his guardians had wanted him to become. That wasn't Takuma's passion, and it never had been. Now in a smaller town than usual, the man set out to help those in need. [/td] [/tr] [/table] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Key-Tokki Posted September 10, 2014 Author Share Posted September 10, 2014 Misaki shifted slightly where he stood, he needed to get to work, and since he had over slept he had no choice but to commute via the train as opposed to taking a cab. However, he really hated trains. Reaching up he brushed his hair back from his face as he tried to remain calm, though try as he might, there was no hiding the shaking in his hands. Loosening his tie he settled his hands in front of them and began to tug at the end of the finger tips of his gloves, a habit that he had developed a long time ago. He stumbled forward slightly when a nearby person bumped into him trying to catch there own train, and quickly he adjusted himself and brushed off his sleeve repeatidly. His face was set in a stern frown, trying to look impassive but clearly he did not look like a happy camper. All aroudn him he could see people sweating, dripping on the ground, or sneezing and he could all but see the germs spreading through the air. The person directly to his left began to cough violently and he reeled back. Through the souls of his feet he felt the rumble of another oncoming train, looking ahead he saw that his train was finally here. The blue-eye boy did not know if he should be releaved to get out on or horrified since that was by far the worst part. Watching wide eyed as the train pulled to a stop, people shuffled around him, quickly cramming into the overly packed train. Move. He commanded his feet and after a few moments of goading he stepped into the huge metal death trap. The second the train lurched forward he felt the contense of his stomach go with it, bringing his hand to his mouth to hold back the bile that threatened to rise. Reaching up he went to take a hold of one of the cieling bars to steady himself but found himself staring at it, as though the bar itself had done him some great evil. A hand on his shoulder made him jump as a man asked if he was alright, however the voice seemed very far away. The train around him swayed as his vision blurred and he sunk to the ground, holding his hands to his chest. I can't... His mind whispered as he struggled to compose himself, finding it impossible to get back up as the people around him began to look at him strangely. Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Teesie Posted September 10, 2014 Share Posted September 10, 2014 Takuma sighed as he dropped the book, that he was seemingly staring at, into his lap. The train stopped once again, and with all the noise there was no way he could read; at least with all the woman and men that decided to make small talk with him. Chocolate colored orbs darted up as he watched the mass of people leave the capacity of the train. There was yet another hour or two before he finally reached his destination. With the amount of people conversing, the brown haired male once again sighed and placed his finger to his temples. A headache was coming along. He needed to block out all the noise around him just for a second. Usually the subway's usual rowdiness didn't affect him much, albeit today wasn't his best of days. Much had happened this morning; from being scolded by his mother over the phone to dealing with the attitude of his landlord. It was stressful. After a moment, Takuma becoming one with his surroundings again, having tuned out all around him, a certain boy attracted his attention. Firstly the kid was sitting upon the floor. He was shivering and seemed to be fighting with himself. Secondly, he was quite bright. In appearance that was. Such vivid blue. With little interest, the psychoanalyst studied the smaller male determined to see was the other ok. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Key-Tokki Posted September 10, 2014 Author Share Posted September 10, 2014 Misaki took a few moments to collect himself, it took him three attempts to properly get on his feet again. The second try the train church and sent him almost flying on the floor, but he kept his balance, unwilling to touch the dirty floor with anything but the soles of his shoes unless he absolutely needed to. He felt a hand placed on his shoulder and immediately tensed up, his right hand flying to his stomach and clenching the fabric that rested against him as he tried to calm himself, glancing behind him he saw that a women had taken hold of his shoulder. She looked worried and spoke, "Are you okay sweetie? You look a bit pale."Shakily he nodded quickly and turned to face her, so that he could back away far enough to be out of her reaching distance. As long as there was not skin to skin contact it was not so bad, she just chose a time where he was not prepared to hold his shoulder. " I am fine, sorry for the inconvienence." He murmured softly, his voice jsut above a whisper as he attempted to put a bit more distance between him and the women. However her brow only furrowed and she began to push her way through those in her way so that she could approach him again, still worried for the young boys well being still. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Teesie Posted September 10, 2014 Share Posted September 10, 2014 Takuma, after studying the small teen, could seem to understand that the small teen was quite paranoid of being on the train, despite that conclusion, the brunette still didn't know why. After the small interaction with the woman, Takuma stood to consult the boy on his own. He seemed to be utterly terrified, and with the lady advancing on him once more, the situation would only become worse. With long stride, the psychiatrist took a hold of the teen, and pulled him along after him and into another train cart. Eyes followed after them, albeit the working man didn't much care. When in a section alone, the bulkier man released the other, folding his arms across his chest and frowning. The flamboyant teen looked young, and quite vulnerable. "Are you ok? You're acting like a kid who's lost his mother. How old are you, and why are you in such a place by yourself anyways?" Throwing questions at the boy to answer. Takaya was curious as to all that he's asked. Maybe he could be the one to help the poor kid. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Key-Tokki Posted September 10, 2014 Author Share Posted September 10, 2014 Misaki once again felt foreign fingers closing around his limp and cursed inwardly, he did not like the train but he had never had so many people purposfully, going out of there way to get a hold of him before. Turning to see who had grabbed a hold of him in a non-to gentle manner he almost stopped, but before he could he felt the man tugging him on. Though the other person was not facing him, from this distance he could still see how beautiful the man was, and considering that he had never considered being gay it was definitely a strange thing to notice about another man. His skin seemed smooth and his jaw seemed very well structured, for a moment he forgot all about the current situation he was in, but when the train lurched again and he was forced to almost hold onto the others arm for additional support he was quickly brought back to reality. Since the other had not said anything to him, Misaki was not sure if the man was trying to help like the woman was, or if he had other things in mind. So the moment he was released he held his arm, the one the man had grabbed, to his chest like it was a burn burned. After the man spoke, Misaki's usually calm and impassive face turned into a frown and his lips pursed in annoyance. "How old do you think I am? I am certainly old enough to be able to handle myself without a parent, that is for sure." HE spoke, evasively, unsure if he should give his real age out. Taking a moment he shook out his jacket slightly while he collected himself before speaking again, "I was late for work so I had to take the train today, though I do not know why that matters to you, no offense of course, "He added quickly, not wanting to sound bratty to someone who clearly thought he was a child already. "And I am fine, I just do not like crowded places. Why do you ask?" He proded, wantign to know why this man had just inserted himself into the younger mans life. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Teesie Posted September 10, 2014 Share Posted September 10, 2014 Takuma had a strange aspect about himself that even he knew of as a problem. It was quite obvious since he was the one to perform such mental practices, it comes almost naturally. The brunette had an attitude of his own, lacking the patience and kindness that most therapists, or psychiatrists needed. To manage his own stress, he'd usually take it out on someone that didn't know him, or much so on his parents. Takuma stared to the other unconsciously, lost in his own thoughts. After a while, chocolate orbs shifted the man took a step back. He could tell that the thinner man was uncomfortable with his presence. "You seemed bothered so I took it upon myself to help. My apologies if you do not quite understand my reasoning, but I am a psychiatrist, and I felt that if I didn't step in you'd have been bombarded with questions and unwanted concerns. I suppose I should leave you if you are fine, yes?" Wondering if the flamboyant male was sick of his company. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Key-Tokki Posted September 10, 2014 Author Share Posted September 10, 2014 The smaller male shifted uncomfortably when he was under the others intense gaze. For a moment he considered apologizing for taking up the others time, but then he remmebered that he had not actually bothered the other man in any way, the psychiatrist had taken it upon himself to approach the bright eye'd underling. Sighing to himself he shook his head slowly and dropped his gaze to the taller mans feet, not wanting to stare into the almond eyes. "I am fine." HE stated once more, trying to sound solid and without doubt on his acertion however the train lurched once more and sent him flying into the other mans chest since he refused to hold onto anything for support, and to make matters worse in the proccess his glove slipped off, causing him to brace himself on the wall with his bare palm while straightening himself back up. The moment he realized that his skin had jsut touched the dirty, sickening wall his complextion, if even possible, paled even further. He brought the now dirty hand up and just stared at it for a moment, while his other hand covered his mouth subconsciously. His vision blurred as he began to get extremely dizzy, finding it difficult to even stand now, he braced himself on the psychiatrist without even realizing it, his burry vision not leaving his hand, as he stared at it like now it was going to have to be cut off. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Teesie Posted September 10, 2014 Share Posted September 10, 2014 With a sudden lurch of the train, the eldest male stumbled slightly, placing his hand upon the wall for support. Within moments, the psychiatrist felt a small weight against his chest, brown eyes darted to stare to the blue haired teen. Silence etched between the two, as the chocolate orbs settled on the thin figure. Now, in a matter of seconds, the younger of the two seemed to be staring at his hand as if it offended him. As if it no longer needed to be attached to his body. This certain action made Takuma frown. As his orbs darted down to the glove, his mouth opened slightly to calm the other. Two and two had some together. The symptoms all made sense, at least from what he observed. "Hey kid, look at me. Kid," Bending over to take a hold of the glove and offering it to the other. "listen to me. Everything is fine. You can come to my office with me and clean yourself. We will be arriving in less than five minutes." Takuya informed the other, who still seems out if it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Key-Tokki Posted September 10, 2014 Author Share Posted September 10, 2014 Misaki took a few moments to clam himself before reaching up with his non-offensive hand and slid it on his other one silently. He was not only horrified at what had just happened but he was extremely embarrassed at his own action. He had tried for a very long time to get rid of his issues, but no matter how hard he tried, there was no avoiding it. All the fears seemed to be etched into his subconscious being. He wanted to refuse the others offer, however it was clear that he needed help and he needed it now. So regretfully he drug his gaze up and made himself look at the psychiatrist, nodding slowly. "I would really appriciate that but I am only an intern at the art exhibit downtown, meaning I make next to nothing. So, I can't compensate you well for your time." He stated, now just trying to fill the awkward silence as he rambled on. Can he really help me?Misaki had been like this for as long as he could remember, so it was hard to imagine what his life could be like without the ailment. Reaching up quietly he adjusted the scarf that he had around his neck, feeling a bit crushed by the soft matreal do to his environment. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Teesie Posted September 15, 2014 Share Posted September 15, 2014 There was silence for a moment, the brunette's mind trying to settle onto one thought. Clearly the vivid male in front of him needed help, despite that fact, he couldn't pay for a session. Now, sure the older man wasn't all about money, but he was a busy man. Oh well, it wasn't as if the smaller male had asked himself. It was all the psychiatrist's idea. The flamboyant teen seemed fragile enough to break. With a sigh, the twenty seven year old gave a small smile, shrugging slightly. "No worries. We could make an arrangement. Money won't be a problem." Not having any idea as to what he could exchange for his time. Maybe the other had talent, like drawing. Drawing a picture every now and again would be good, right? "So kid, where are you heading to? My office....or work?" He asked, the train slowing before it came to a complete stop. Takuma was at his destination. With a glance to the opening door, the elder male stepped away from the blue haired boy, deciding to walk out the train, hoping that the other would decide to follow him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Key-Tokki Posted November 7, 2014 Author Share Posted November 7, 2014 Misaki's hand stayed clutching his scarf, clinging to it like it was the only item currently holding him to reality. His mind wondered to the possibilities, just as it always did. He could follow the older man, not having any idea if he could help, in fact the smaller male had long ago assumed he was beyond help and had accepted that, but there was always the possibility someone could help him. His hands tightened around the scarf again, feeling the fabric of his gloves against the soft scarf calming him a bit. That was one option, and the other was to just stand here, and accept that he would never be cured. However once the man stepped out of the train, he knew that his time for thinking was over, he had to make a decision and he had to make it now. But it seemed fate was in his favor, who against him depending on who was looking at it. The bells rang that signaled the door was about to close, alerting Misaki that he had to choose. But before he could decide a man from behind him stumbled a bit, lightly bumping into him and causing the smaller male to clumsily stumble forward, using the momentum he half walked half fell out of the train doors. Turning slightly and glancing behind himself just as the doors closed with a shhhft of mechanic gears. Straightening up he watched as the train began to move again, then quickly picked up pace and roared down the tunnel until it was out of sight. Closing his eyes he turned back around to that he could come face to face with the taller male. Bringing his hands together he clutched them in front of himself as he composed himself, then spoke, "Well, since this is not my stop I guess I will be coming to your work. I appreciate your time." He spoke simply, ever since he was young he had never really been very good with words, well, not since the incident happened. Reaching up he adjusted the strap that hung around his shoulder that was connected to his bag and nodded before moving to follow the other, waiting for him to lead the way. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Teesie Posted November 8, 2014 Share Posted November 8, 2014 Chocolate orbs glanced to the blue haired teen as the train sat still. The psychiatrist could tell that the other was in the state of dilemma, which was a bit amusing. The adolescent should know that he wouldn't have much time. With a shrug, Takuma slowly turned away from the train as he heard the bells for the next movement. He suppose he'd have to help the other next time, because the brat was still standing without so much of a movement. Back to the train, Takuya stretched slightly with a groan. No matter that the flamboyant male didn't attend his office today. The inky haired male had many more patients to tend to; and even though he wished the other had joined, there was still a contentment there for helping others. It was his main reasoning for coming to such a small town. Places like this never had things like psychiatrist, skin specialist, good health care etc. It was always needed to travel in order to meet one. Takuma felt proud of himself. "Well, since this is not my stop I guess I will be coming to your work. I appreciate your time." A smile came over Takuma's lips, the man turning to regard the smaller male; face to face. "Ah, you've decided to come, huh? Well...that's nice. My other patient doesn't come til," Raising his wrist to glance at the watch. "well....in about two hours. I suppose we can have something to eat, if that is alright with you." A brow raising as he awaited the answer from the attractive teen. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Key-Tokki Posted November 8, 2014 Author Share Posted November 8, 2014 Misaki was very much aware of the people around, he could almost feel them, there presence seemed thick and very much unwanted. A year ago he had moved out of the city to see if less people would help his problem, however to his dismiss he did not get any better, in fact because there was less people he had less distractions so more time to sit and idle on the small things. His hands that were clasped together shook slightly, he could almost feel the roughed, scratched skin of his mangled hands below the fabric. People with his condition often had extremely worn hands and some times faces because of all the washing and intense scrubbing that they put there skin through multiple times, every day. He straightened up slightly as his eyes widened at the aspect of eating food in public, he could never eat food in public, nor could he even drink from a bottle or class that he himself had not first cleaned. It was dirty, not just dirty, disguisting. All the germs and bacteria that people probably did not even care were there so did not take the proper steps in cleaning anything. He shuddered slightly at the idea of it, however if he wanted this mans help and ever expected anything to work for him he was going to have to try. Realizing he was thinking to much he shook his head to composed himself before bringing his gaze back up to meet the other mans who seemed to be smiling himself. So he returned the smile himself, his smile was soft and genuine, he smiled at people the way a person might smile at a lost cat that they were rescuing, with reserve and honestly. "That sounds like a plan then, can we get out of the station please? It's kind of closed off in here, "He spoke, making his way around the other man and heading towards the exit, he seemed a bit more in control of himself now that he was off the train however would not really be close to comfort until they were in an area that was much less congested. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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