This is my first fanfic ever, so PLEASE be nice and constructive. My best friend is blind and this story is dedicated to him! Also, I have not picked a pairing for this fic yet. Vote for either Naru, Motoko, or Shinobu (who will be older in this fic)in a review
I'll Be Seeing You
Chapter 1: Academically Impaired
Keitaro Urashima's fingers flew across the keyboard at an amazing speed. His jaw was set determinedly as he focused on what he was saying. In fact, he was so focused that he didn't even hear the door open. "Oni-chan!"
Keitaro nearly fell out of his chair. "K…Kanako, you scared me! What's wrong?"
His younger sister pushed an envelope in his hand. Feeling the weight of it, he sighed and handed it back to her. "It's too light for Braille. What is it?"
"Oh, no, you have to open it. It's your letter from Tokyo U!"
"Kanako, this is no time to play around! Open it up and read it for me," he cried impatiently.
"I'll read it, but you have to open it. I can't open YOUR acceptance letter!" She giggled girlishly.
The letter was once again in Kietaro's hands. His heart began to thump madly as he tore at it careful not to rip the letter inside. "Here!"
Kanako cleared her throat. "Mr. Urashima, we…" her voice faltered, "we regret to inform you that you did not meet the testing requirement to enter the university. Do you want me to continue?"
"No," Keitaro replied. "There isn't any point."
"There's always next time," she offered hopefully.
Keitaro knew that there wasn't going to be a next time. He had failed the entrance exam three times already. Everyone knew how hopeless it was. His parents had tried to get him to understand that Tokyo U just wasn't a possibility for him. The ironic part was that it was the first time he had been told he couldn't do something that didn't have anything to do with being blind. Keitaro's blindness didn't keep him out of the university, his "academic impairment" did. His grades in high school had been fair. He wasn't at the top of the class, but he wasn't too far below it. It just wasn't good enough for Tokyo U.
No one really understood what was so important about going to Tokyo U. Keitaro could have been accept to a number of other slightly less prestigious schools. His parents were beginning to come down on him about starting a life for himself. At nineteen, he should be in a real school, not just prep school. They were generally easier on him because of his blindness. There were times when his mother got very over protective of him, but even she was losing some of her patience.
Keitaro had never told anyone, not even Kanako, about his promise. If he did tell people, they would more than likely think that he was crazy. Who could stay so true to a promise he'd made on the internet? The idea was absolutely ridiculous, but not to Keitaro. He had his reasons for being so determined.
Keitaro snapped back to reality. "Hai, there is always next time," he said with a forced smile.
Kanako wrapped her arms around him. "I know you'll make it in someday!"
"I'm glad someone believes in me." He stood up and stretched idly. "Sitting here all afternoon made my back stiff. Want to go for a run?"
"Sure thing. Just let me change and I'll meet you downstairs."
It was odd, but Kanako and Keitaro were much closer than most siblings. In fact, they weren't even related by blood. Kanako had been adopted by the Urashimas when she was three and Keitaro was five. The two of them had been close even then, but what really brought them close together was quite tragic. Up until the age of seven, Kietaro's vision had been completely normal. The pair was playing in the park one day, when the ball rolled off on to the street. Not paying any attention at all, Kanako ran after it. Kietaro saw the car coming, and raced after her. He had just enough time to push Kanako out of the way. Keitaro wasn't so lucky.
The doctors hadn't given him much of chance to live. He had massive head trauma as well as various other broken bones, but Keitaro pulled through. It was a miracle that he had as little permanent damage as he did. All that was wrong with him was that his brain no longer received the information his eyes sent in. His eyes themselves were perfectly fine. Other than the fact that his eyes didn't appear to be focused, no one could tell there was anything wrong just looking at them.
After his run, Keitaro was still feeling pretty down. He turned on his computer, and put the earpiece in. Technology was really amazing these days. The software on his laptop allowed him to listen to what was on the screen. There were sometimes problems with the system, and it wasn't very good with instant message programs, but he could still do just about anything else on it. He began typing right where he had left off. He had only finished a single sentence when he got an email alert. It was from HER!
Subject: Entrance Exams
How did you do? I know you must have done really well. You spent so much time studying that I don't think you could fail. I wish I was as confident. I'm gong to be taking mine soon, and I am really nervous. I know it's stupid, but I don't test well. I know EVERYTHING until I get the test, and then my mind goes numb. Has that ever happened to you? Probably not. I know how smart you are. Just talking to you makes me feel really dumb. But hey, I am going to get in! Remember, as soon as we're both there we have to meet face to face. I'll be seeing you at Tokyo U!
Hugs and kisses,
Keitaro felt like he had been hit in the gut. All of his lies were catching up with him….well, not necessarily lies. He hadn't meant to lie to her, just omit a detail here or there. She didn't need to know that he was blind…or that he was an idiot. The internet was a kind of safe place, where no one treated him differently. Online, he was at the top of his class, and captain of the sports team. He was good looking and charming, and he wasn't awkward at all. This girl was so amazing that he just couldn't be himself. She'd sent him a picture a while ago, which he of course couldn't see, and he'd told her that she was beautiful. He'd meant that. To him, she was beautiful and it didn't matter what she looked like. He just wished he was the type of guy she deserved…the kind who could pass an entrance exam. He wrote a short reply telling her that he hadn't gotten his results back yet, and turned off the computer.
He had just stepped down the stairs when he heard his mother approach. "Keitaro, honey, we need to have a talk."
"So Kanako told you I didn't pass?"
He heard her sigh deeply. "She did, and we want to talk about it."
Seated in the living room, Keitaro felt like he was being put on trial. However this ended, he had a feeling it wasn't going to end well.