This is a story that I'm working on, so I'd love your input :)

What if, at that moment, he had closed his office door? Sometimes, he still wondered about it. If he had closed the door, and chosen to stay in the small confines of his office and work in peace without the outside world interfering, his life would have been entirely different. It wasn't regret, not anything like that. It was just a peculiar thought. The one thing that changed his whole world, so meticulously controlled up until now by his own will, happened from that one small coincidence ― that on March 10, 2332, he by chance had left his door open. It was a very peculiar thought.

The boy stood in front of a table adorned with trinkets, each one providing a new distraction from the reading man in front of him. He numbly reached out and brushed along a trinket looking like a bird, feeling a scaly texture against his fingertips. He smiled at the oddity of it all, a bird covered in scales.

He once again turned his gaze to the man. He had thick white hair covering his head like untouched snow; he off-handedly wondered what color it was before. His skin pulled taut over his gaunt face, wrinkles creeping out from his face, lips thin and smooth. His nose was slightly crooked as if he had broken it, but had not put it back in place. He had yet to see the eyes of this man, so he couldn't tell if he was good or bad, his mother told him that the eyes were the windows to the soul.

The man finally closed his book with a soft 'thump'. Placing it carefully on the table, whether he did this from lack of strength or out of respect was lost to the boy, he turned his gaze to the boy.

The boy lowered his head under the intense gaze of the man. The strength in his eyes had frightened him, he wasn't sure if this strength was good or not. He wondered what the man found interesting about him. He was average, with his shaggy brown hair and soft hazel eyes. He wasn't impressive in height or build either, just average.

"How curious…" The man rasped out, his voice sounding like sand-paper, the boy assumed this was from lack of use.

Plucking up his courage the boy lifted his head to stare at the man. "W-who are you?" He asked, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible.

The man lifted an eyebrow and gave a quirky smile. "Who I am is who I am," He replied offhandedly. "I'm here to give you something of the utmost importance, Zexion."

"How do you know my name?" the boy, Zexion asked in alarm. "What is it that you want?"

The man chuckled at Zexion, who glared back. "You assume I have the answer to this?" The man questioned back. Zexion deflated a little at the response. "Do not fret child, in time answers come."

Zexion stared wearily at the man, who handed the book he had been reading to the boy. Zexion blinked owlishly at the book. There was no title, no words, not even a picture, just nothing, nothing at all. He turned his gaze back to the man, who stared at him knowingly.

"As I said, with time comes answers," The man repeated. Zexion clenched his free fist, he wanted, no, needed to know some answers know. Before he could ask, the man silenced him with a look. "You must never let anyone have this, this is yours, should you give it away before the time is right, it's better not to say."

The man stood to leave and Zexion still had no idea if this man was good or evil, had this man sinned, he wondered, had he done virtuous things and was being rewarded, he wondered again. As if reading his mind, the man spoke again.

"Is sin really all that bad? Is virtue really all that good?" He asked softly, his voice still raspy.

Zexion blinked at the obsurd question. "I don't understand..." He replied softly.

He smiled warmly at me, not the least deterred by Zexion's reponse."No, I suppose you wouldn't... Tell me young one, would there be sin if there was no virtue? Would there be virtue if there was no sin?" All Zexion could say to the question was confused silence. The man's smile depleted a bit at this. "I expect an answer when we see each other again."

The boy nodded his head, not sure what he thought about what the man had said at the time. Instead he stored it into the back of his mind, to contemplate at a later date. He watched the man leave the room, before turning his gaze to the book.

Not long after meeting this man he came across a trial that tested exactly what the man had asked about. Only, he would not realize this until after the fact.

So tell me what you think :) Did you like it, did you hate it? Any review is nice :D *gives everyone who reads a plate of cookies and a glass of milk* THANK YOU FOR READING!