Welcome Back to the Darkness

Once a heart is consumed in darkness, it breaches a point of confusion. Should it fade into nothingness, or should it leave something behind? Feelings are not omitted, and love carries on into the next division, but can it last in someone who is not meant to exist? Can it begin to return if another heart triggers it? Upon your return to Organization XIII, you've soon found that a battle of emotions has become a battle for survival. Which of your newly made "friends" will be your savior in the darkness? ---Please review!!! *Sequel to Welcome Back to the Truth [Highly suggested you read the first one before this][Familiarity for KH2]


28. Chapter 28

Nothing but blackness and a cold surface. Did you drown, perhaps, and were still feeling the numbing chill of the water? Your eyes slowly opened, finding only the presence of a marble chamber. Sitting up, you groaned and touched your face gently. The wound Larxene had left still felt like it was on fire.


"Where am I?" you questioned slowly and groggily, struggling to your feet and stumbling sideways until the wall caught you. Bars covered a large opening before you, and the rest of the area was confined. You made your way over to the metal that prevented your exit, wrapping your hands around them and peering outward.


Apparently, you were being contained in some sort of prison. In a small fit of panic, you looked wildly about the outside, expected water to come leaking through the doors at any minute and condemning you to your death. It took a moment for you to realize that the organization had likely taken care of that already. They did have a water manipulator, after all.


Huffing and dropping to the floor, you slouched forward in boredom. Someone should come to inform you as to what had happened post-unconsciousness. But you were a criminal; you had killed one of their beloved members, and deserved to be put away. Still...there was a small satisfaction that you had taken Larxene out.


Just as you were about to lay down and press your laceration against the cool floor, a door nearby opened and someone entered. Sitting up abruptly, you shifted back over the bars, this time staying in a seated position. It was Saïx, and he seemed pleased to find you awake.


"You caused quite a bit of trouble," he remarked with a raised brow.


"What happened?" you immediately demanded to know. He sighed and crossed his arms.


"Well...we lost three members from your foolish mistake. It was fortunate it did not cost more! Xigbar nearly went due to the current. The water reached the main floor before Demyx was sent to part the waves like fucking Moses, and the hired help was sent to fix the problem. If we hadn't opened the doors, it would have filled other levels. It was rushing in for hours.


"So...you are here because, as we all know, you broke the tank to begin with. And Larxene, Lexaeus, and Vexen are dead by your hand. Vexen was a rather valuable member; the others too as well, but they tend to be a bit more...replaceable. Xemnas is furious and determined to eliminate a fourth member."


You frowned in confusion. "So what would that mean for...me?" Right after voicing it, your eyes widened, and you stared at him in silent questioning. He nodded grimly, lowering his eyebrows with his gaze. "Who has been assigned to do it?" came a whisper from your lips.


"No one yet. More than likely, it will be Marluxia. But if I can help it, there won't even be a chance for that to happen."


"You're fighting for me?" you asked incredulously. Saïx fixed his stare upon you and slowly nodded.


"In a subtle way. I cannot give myself up without risking Xemnas's suspicions. But I have suggested we give you a fair trial, and he has compromised by arranging a meeting, which is currently taking place."


"Why aren't you present?"


"Xemnas trusts me, and only me, to guard you. He wants no funny business out of you. We all know how crafty you can be." The man fell into solemn silence.


"Saïx...I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm scared. I am actually scared," you whimpered quietly. He approached the bars and stood with his face within breathing distance from yours. His irises burned into yours, a ferociously stern expression upon his features.


"Xevia, I will do everything in my power to prevent them from harming you. Please understand that." Letting this sink in, you blinked a few times and gave a slow nod. The two of you closed your eyes and placed your foreheads together, waiting and holding possibly the last moment you would share. Saïx then quickly pulled away and stood nearby just as the door flew open.


Xigbar strode in with an expression that looked most pleased. They exchanged a few words quietly, and you leaned against the wall, not bothering to attempt to hear them. Your mind was far too loud for that anyway. Suddenly, Saïx gave an angry yell and got into a battle stance.


"Hand the bitch over! It's not like it's of any consequence to you. Can you honestly tell me you care for her?" Xigbar asked incredulously.


"It has nothing to do with that. We've already lost three members. Now Xemnas wants to do in another; we cannot afford to continue losing lives."


"This one doesn't really count for anything, though. She's more of a problem to us than a blessing. Now move over or be listed as an accomplice." Xigbar made a move toward the chamber, but Saïx shifted to block him. In a flash, Xigbar was on the ground, blackness rising as he gradually vanished into nothingness.


A portal of darkness appeared behind you, and you ran into it, reappearing at the Luna Diviner's side. He grabbed your hand and pulled you forward hastily, through the door and into the hallway. Seemingly, Xigbar had taken too long in returning with their next kill, for curious faces began turning around corners.


"Xevia, run! Go now. Get out of here," Saïx said hastily, pushing you forward. You hesitated, looking back at him. He raised a brow and then ran to stop the others from reaching you, and you had no choice but to follow orders. The floor and walls flew behind you as you scurried through the giant maze of a castle, ducking into places you hoped no one would look.


As you stood in a surprisingly dark niche in an empty corridor and tried to catch your breath, you closed your eyes as footsteps rushed past you. Voices spoke distantly about how you were supposedly in the area, and they should wait until you paused and someone could teleport to your direct location.


Waves of panic hit you, and you started to inch your way toward the hallway, carefully glancing around the corner to make sure they were gone. They darted in opposite directions, and you slipped out into the open, beginning to run and getting momentarily blinded by something on your wrist. Frowning and looking down, you raised the bracelet closer into your line of vision.


It was like Zexion knew...as though he had foreseen a day like this, when the entire organization would turn against you. And perhaps he had. Inhaling deeply in anticipation, you pushed the buttons, not entirely sure if anything would happen. The jewelry made a strange sound, but did nothing else. However, you heard a beckoning call from elsewhere, and the footsteps faded away.


Well...maybe it's working. You looked both ways, then began making your way toward what would be a hopeful exit. After passing through a few areas, you nearly screamed at a black figure that stood just around an edge, unmoving as though knowing exactly where you would be. A single finger was raised over where his mouth would be, his face shadowed by the hood. However, you didn't need to see his face to know who it was.


However, you were unsure of whether or not to feel relieved. How were you to know this man would be your friend with a knife to his throat? But he was your best pal...right? Softly, he reached forward and brushed his fingers against your chin. You shuddered and worked your way into his arms, burying your injured face into his chest and ignoring the pain that came with hit.


"You look deplorable."


"Thanks," came your muffled reply.


"Why cause such a fuss? Now I'm going to have to save your ass."


"No one asked you to."


"I would be an idiot not to. This place is going to the dogs anyway." Zexion pulled away to get a good look at you, and you pulled down his hood to get one last good look at him. "Please promise you will trust me?"


"Wait...how did you find me?"


"Do you think I'm an idiot, Xevia? I put my own little tracker on that bracelet. If you were really in enough peril to use it, I wanted to be there to help. Now then...do you trust me?" he repeated. You gave a slow nod. "Do you promise? No disputes to my orders?"


This took a bit longer to answer, as you fumbled with ideas in your mind. What if someone had him in a hold and he told you to leave? Would you be able to do it? But reluctantly, you gave him your word, although confident you would regret it later. Wordlessly, the man grabbed your wrist and pulled you forward, the sound of wind like screams in your ears.

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