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Background: Random inspiration
Author's notes: Extension on the original paragraph. I'm trying to add in Superpower Keitaro somewhere here. Perhaps A/U, and grandma Hina tells him that his promise girl was a little white lie they told him?
Keitaro ran and ran and ran... Eventually, he arrived at his ultimate destination, Tokyo University. Except that his promise girl, the girl whom he had waited for all his life, was not beside him. Looking around, Keitaro saw nothing but blurs, a mass of moving color, people going about their daily lives. What fell behind them were being left behind in their wake. Time was just like that. Those who could not keep up were mercilessly booted out of the massive game of life, and Keitaro was a special case. Keitaro was no longer the master of his time. He was lost.
He was stranded.
Will he make it? No one knew. Looking up at the sun, it seemed to race across the sky. Running, running, running…
Sighing dejectedly, Keitaro wandered around with no particular destination in his mind. As he walked, the blurs intensified. Time seemed to speed up. Keitaro caught smatterings of the conversations around, and all the stuff about the great and wonderful Tokyo University was driving him crazy. Keitaro stood still, a statue frozen in time, while time raced around him, affecting everything around him, but not him. Keitaro screamed, a lonely, silent scream, heard by no one but himself.
Keitaro found himself in front of the lavatory. Instantly, he bolted in and stood in front of the sink, looking at his reflection that did not seem to reflect his true self. He saw in the mirror, neatly combed brown hair, large dorky glasses, a trendy blazer and jeans. But the only things he saw were his eyes. His eyes. Totally devoid of the spark of life. Keitaro bent down, turned on the tap to full blast, before splashing his face full of the enormously heavy water that dragged his face down. In his reflection, the corners of his mouth were twisted downwards, and his cheeks sagged.
Keitaro turned, moved into a cubicle , and sat down hard on the toilet seat. As he glanced over to his left, he found something interesting scribbled onto the wall.
"Here I sit broken hearted, tried to shit but only farted."
"Amazing how accurately that describes my life." Thought Keitaro. "Stuffed full of half completed goals."
Keitaro laughed. Tears streamed down his face.
Later that day, as Keitaro moved back towards the hellhole called a girl's dormitory, Keitaro reflected back on his life. He realized, in his entire life spanning across 20 years, he had accomplished nothing. 5 years of his childhood, filled with things he did not remember. 15 years of his life, awaiting to fulfill and impossible dream. Suddenly he realized. Tokyo University was nothing but a dream.
A very faraway dream.
His anguish showed plainly on his face. Keitaro dragged his feet along, shoulders slumped, wondering what meaning his miserable existence had.
SLAM!
Keitaro had walked into an ice cream stand. "HEY YOU! WATCH WHERE YOU ARE GOING!", yelled the angry ice cream vendor. Keitaro merely mumbled "sorry" before moving on. "Nobody will understand what I am going through… NO ONE! Fifteen years of waiting, only to find that it was in vain. FIFTEEN YEARS!", thought Keitaro. Keitaro shuffled away before the ice cream man could yell at him again.
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