InsaneJournal

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It was apparent that Fayt needed a tutor, not because he was stupid but because of his "laziness".

His parents, being the scientists they were, were not quite amused with their son spending all his time in games, hence the reason they had hired a private tutor to help him or at least, motivate him.

Fayt had taken all of this as though... he didn't care, which he didn't, because... just why. It wouldn't matter. School education sucked ass these days. Nothing really gave him a challenge and even advanced classes seemed like normal classes to him. It was pathetic. He preferred playing games; they kept him entertained and challenged in that they went on and on, as though never ending.

And so, he didn't really care when the tutor came in or whatever; in fact, he wasn't at all aware of what was going on, until somebody knocked on his bedroom door.

Fayt glanced at said door and blinked.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

He rose to his feet and went to his door. His hand reached for the knob and then turn turn turn and squeeeeek .

And then he finally opened the door.

He was absolutely shocked.

Before him was one of the most…gorgeous (?) man he had ever seen, though he wasn't quite sure if this was a full grown man or just someone like him. They looked to be the same age, strangely enough. His face was soft, though his blue eyes were clear and stern. His mouth also seemed to have a firmness in it and his body was erect, though graceful like a violin's bow.

"... Is this some kind of a joke?" Fayt wondered aloud.

The man merely looked at him, smiled a bit and said, in a few, but well chosen words, "Or perhaps, the joke is on you."

Silence.

Fayt stared at him, perplexed, but he did not move.

And then the man continued, "Why is it, that you ace all of your tests in school and yet you do not do your work? Why do you continue to perpetuate the notion that someone with you, with so much promise - at least by what your parents tell me - always fall short?"

What the hell, Fayt thought, who does he think he is?

Fayt scrutinized him, studied him. The man's voice was deep, commanding, though smooth. "What of it?" he inquired challengingly. "Are you the tutor that my parents hired? You don't look so much yourself."

"Touché," the tutor chuckled. He noticed that Fayt had never budged, had never moved from his spot. How amusing. A rebellious one? he wondered.

Fayt gazed at him a while longer, trying to read his mind, but found the tutor's blue eyes all too clear.

"I don't think I need a tutor," Fayt said and this time, he did move, if only to express his slight irritation.

"Denial," the tutor merely noted.

"That's what you think," Fayt said as he sat down and crossed his arms-- stubbornly. If it was anyone but this man, he would have taken things a bit more calmer; already, something about this man got him on the edge.

"Oh, it's not a matter of thought, it's a matter of knowing," the tutor went on, coming in at last, slow strides, slow, graceful strides. "With every hero comes with his tragic flaw; with every genius comes with his madness. So which one are you?"

"Neither," Fayt answered thoughtfully. "I don't want to be kept in that box again."

"Ah," a pregnant pause; blue eyes gleamed. "Perhaps, we're getting somewhere."

"Are you a tutor or are you my psychologist? I don't think I need either of them," Fayt said with narrowed eyes. He didn't mean to be so... well, mean, but there was something about this man... something... he couldn't quite put his finger on--

A strange, dark smile on those usually firm lips. "I can be whoever, whatever," the man said mysteriously. "But enough talk-- let's get down to business." He crossed his arms and already managed to capture Fayt's attention with a piercing look of his eyes. "Your parents hired me to get you 'motivated', which is indeed, a challenge, especially for people like you."

Fayt was silent; the tutor continued. "And the reason why it's a challenge is not so much of what I have to do, but what you have to do. As of now, you have no will; you are only triggered and controlled through a series of causes and effects."

Fayt gave him a specific look, the look that questioned one‘s sanity. "...Why should I believe you?"

The tutor smiled. "You don't, but you have to admit, it makes sense, doesn't it? In general, people have gone through their lives, trapped in a box, going with their endless routines, numbing themselves-- and then there are people like you, perhaps, who question things, who struggle with an uncaring universe, by merely reacting to it. You don't necessarily think, you just do, and perhaps, that's another way of keeping somebody in a box."

Now those piercing eyes became the mirrors to Fayt's soul and he didn't like what he saw there...