Sorrow's Promise

Chapter 41

Springlock2:  Glad you were satisfied!  Things are about to get pretty crazy, though...

A/N:  Attention!  There is a violence/intensity warning for this chapter.  No trigger warning, so no censored version.

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By this time, I was at least semi used to sleeping on the ground in strange places, so I was able to get a little bit of sleep that night. The Dusks brought us food again the next morning – or during what we assumed was morning, anyway – and again, I gave Kairi part of mine, despite her protests. Even though I had just met her, I somehow felt protective of her. Maybe because she was, well, me, but still pure and innocent, like I had probably been at some point in my childhood. Either that, or hanging out with her "big brother" and her future boyfriend for so long had rubbed off on me. Whatever the reason, I felt the need to take care of her as best I could.

A little after breakfast, I was sitting close to the opening of the cell with my back against the wall, fiddling with the black cuff on my wrist and trying to ignore the rumbling coming from my stomach. I didn't even notice to start with when wisps of darkness began to rise up around my legs. I only looked up when Kairi called out, "Um...Meli?" but by then she was already fading from sight. After a brief flash of blackness, I found myself standing in the middle of a completely white room, occupied only by a few white tables filled with what looked like scientific instruments and notebooks.

"I see you've discovered your new accessory."

I spun around to face Saix, eyes flashing with anger. "What is this? What did you do to me?"

Saix smiled condescendingly. "That ensures that you cannot try to fight or escape. As long as you are wearing it, your magic is useless." He glanced down at my fumbling fingers with amusement on his face. "You might as well stop trying to remove it, you'll only hurt yourself."

After one final yank just for spite, I threw my hands down to my sides. "So nice of you to worry about my welfare," I sneered. "Fine. You've got me, I'm here, I can't get away. What do you want?"

"It has come to our attention that you possess a very unusual skill. One that the Superior is quite interested in."

I wrinkled my brow. "Like, the Keyblade, you mean? But I thought you wanted us using those to take out the Heartless. Kinda hard for me to do that locked in here." I waved my hand to indicate the room.

Saix raised one eyebrow. "No, that is not what I am referring to. One Keyblade wielder fighting the Heartless will suffice, especially when the other has much more interesting things to show us."

"What...do you mean?" I asked nervously.

"Are you trying to tell me that you cannot, in fact, create portals to parallel universes?" Saix pressed.

Oh, right. That. Once again, I wondered how on earth they had come by that information about me. They must have been watching me somehow for quite a while. "I don't know what you're talking about," I replied, trying my best to keep an innocent face.

"You create them using mirrors," Saix continued. "Particularly, the one that you keep in your vest pocket. There are very few people alive that have this ability, and as I said, the Superior is quite interested in making use of your skill."

I shook my head adamantly. "I told you, I don't know what you're talking about." I had no idea what the Organization might want in my universe, but there were two things I did know for sure. One, these people were evil, and any and all of their plans had to be stopped. Two, if I wanted what was best for my former home, I needed to keep them away.