ACT EIGHT: CIEL

The room number was I-666. I had to ask a couple of people until I was able to see that number above a unpolished door in a corner of a campus, in the basement of an old building guarded by a man with long gray hair that hid his eyes, and a creepy grin.

The classroom had a dusty smell and the air was cold and humid. In the back, a blond was sitting at a desk that was only large enough for one person. His head, wearing a thick headphone, was swinging according to the beat that was load enough to recognize as hardcore electronic music with high pitch voice. From far, his physical feature looked a bit more ordinary than in the security video when Sebastian introduced him to me for the first time. When I reached the seat facing him that was place there beforehand, I realized that the notebook on which he seemed to be doing his homework on was full of manga doodles. His head raised and his icy blue eyes looked at me.

"Hum... Pardon me, are you Alois Trancy?" I managed to finish my sentence before he removed his headphone in a sudden and put his hands below my shoulders, squeezing my arms.

"Ciel!" He yielded with a big dull smile. "I'm so glad you came!"

What- Why was he- I had so little time to make sense of what happened before I knew we were both on the floor. He must have climbed from his chair onto the table and then somehow shifted all his body weight onto me.

"Sebastian told me that you're really shy and you don't like to talk with people that you've never touched before. But now it's ok, because we've just touched." He rubbed his hair on my collar.

"Hey, wait! No! That's not true!" I tried to speak, despite that his sitting position was causing a lot of pressure on my chest. He pulled himself back, still showing that dull smile.

I pushed him aside and bumped my head on a desk that was lying sideways. My thought went to seek a punishment for Sebastian until the notebook that Alois drew on, which must have fallen down the same time when the desk turned over, caught my eye. Among the tangle of characters, there were a short fat one with long hair and an eye patch, wearing a dress having the same color as a pink sharpie marker. And next to the bun-shaped head, there was an arrow pointing to it, labeled "Ciel Phatomhive".

I turned to him with a shiver crawling up my spine.

"Ouch! Ciel, you hurt my elbow."

PAF! I threw that cursed book onto his head. "Is this your type of entertainment?"

The book slid off, uncovers Alois' eyes, wildly open as if confused. He looked down at the drawing and soon restored his previous emotions. "Oh this? No, I like physics better. You see, I have calculated the exact spot on this table where I should apply force on to maximize the chance of us fall into such position!" He patted a leg of the desk. "And in addition of your personality that Sebastian told me, the chance I found was 86.3 %. But I'm surprise that I landed on you, which was the opposite of my original plan."

Blinking, I thought that I heard wrong. "Opposite of the original plan?"

"Yeah."

I frowned. I know I had no talent in physics, but I still passed the course on simple mechanics. Unless he wanted use teleportation to switch our position, there was no way that I could have landed on him. Unless he pulled me instead of pushing me. "You miscalculated the direction of your vector."

"No." He said arrogantly.

"Yes, you did. Think about it, how can it be possible if I fall before you and land on you?"

"It's possible by quantum tunnelling. You're taking a statistic course, you should know that."

"... quantum what?" I said instead of trying to find a more intelligent reply.

"But I'm not too disappointed. I was still able to measure your waist size with my legs and sense the ratio of muscle in your body."

I frowned again, harder. "And what pleasure does that give you?"

"Hm... " He put his bit this index finger. "Well, then I can integrate your body proportion and get the integral of your body proportion. Yup, and that was really fun!" Dull smile. "So do you want to have this tutorial on the floor?"

I quickly got up and patted off the dust on my jacket and jeans, while he went to replace the desk and chairs, one next to the other, as gestured me to sit. For a moment, I wasn't sure what he meant by the word tutorial.

Whatever it was, I should keep my jacket on - to avoid getting direct contact with foreign surfaces - although it was getting quite hot in the room.