Before you read, in case you aren't sure what it is:
satori - a youkai in Japanese folklore said to read people's thoughts (while they often resemble an ape more than a human, the satori in this story looks to be a relatively normal human boy, save for a single detail)
This is kind of important. Now have fun reading.
Faith.
To the satori, it was a ridiculous and stupid idea. To willingly give every ounce of your trust to a nonexistent, "divine" being was utterly absurd. He was a god, a real, true god, and yet no one worshipped him. Which was most likely for the better; he never exactly favoured the idea of large masses of mortals depending on him every minute of their lives to make sure that everything was perfect. Perfect was just as fake as faith.
This was exactly why he was only able to restrain himself from hurling a chair at the other boy when he asked about where his faith belonged by gripping his nightgown.
"Well, Jack?" the boy spoke up once more. "Do you believe in God?"
The satori glared with the third eye embedded in his external heart. "If you're referring as to whether or not I know it exists, then yes, I do. However, I dare not submit my will and beliefs to it." The bandages concealing his void eye sockets suddenly felt tight. He wasn't sure why, but they were beginning to give him a headache.
"You know, Jack, if you don't believe in God, then you'll go to Hell. Did you know that?" the boy interrogated.
"I was born in Hell, boy," the youkai snapped.
The younger male pouted, his cobalt eyes glittering with anger, "Then I guess you really are damned, huh?"
Jack did not respond; his eye, however, did radiate a soft pink-coloured light. The chair next to him floated a couple centimeters off the ground, then, in a matter of seconds, flew out the window, breaking upon impact with the ground from such a violent drop.
"You've no likelihood of, in any way, unraveling the enigma of complexity that is a satori's mind, Yuusei," Jack murmured faintly, and he crawled into his bed. Yuusei quickly left, having felt a sudden burst of...sadness? Had he felt Jack's sadness? He almost instantly came upon Crow in the hallway.
"Crow, Jack's upset," Yuusei said. Crow gasped.
"He's never upset!" the redhead cried.
"Exactly!"
"Well, leave him alone," Crow stated. "He can deal with it on his own." The redhead walked on down the stairs, and out the door.
Yuusei couldn't help but wonder if Jack was troubled over the blue-eyed boy's lack of faith in him. He had said some rather cruel things to the satori. Maybe it was because I compared him to God, he wondered. He decided to go back to Jack's room and apologize, figuring that he should at least try to do the right thing. He knocked on the door; Yuusei cracked it open when he received no response.
The boy screamed and ran out of the orphanage as a knife flew toward him and pierced the wall behind him.
This was completely pointless. But it was fun.
In all honesty, this was me saying, "What if Jack were both a satori and a god, but he only showed it as a kid?"
I'm not really sure.
