I turned around, after breathing a sigh of relief, and noticed that I was in a giant laboratory. I saw the man I saw on the balcony finish up a song on an organ. (Hey, give a guy an organ and he's automatically 10x's creepier than he was before.) I glanced around the room and noticed eight pods on the wall above the organ. Seven of them were illuminated to reveal that Akamaru, Kiba Sensei, Sakura, Saskue, Shikamaru, Calder and Skye were unconscious.
"Welcome, Keyblade Guardian, to your funeral." The familiar man said, still facing the organ. "Or would you rather be called the Jinchuuriki of the Nine-tailed Fox?" I stood in silence, wondering how in the world he knew I was in here. I hadn't made a sound, nor had I taken my mom's ball cap off. "You're probably wondering how I know you're here." He continued on. "This organ doubles as a chakra monitor." He moved out of the way so that I could see the screen. "It alerts me whenever there's a chakra spike in the room. The Nine-tail's chakra level is over nine thousand."
"You're an agent of the Heartless. If you want the Keyhole, you've gotta go through me." I said while taking my mom's ball cap off, figuring that there was no use wearing it anymore.
"Wrong and wrong." The man replied with a shake of his head. "I'm not an agent of the Heartless and I don't want the Keyhole."
"If you're not an agent of the Heartless, then why did one of your lackeys ask me if I was the Keyblade Guardian last night in the park? By the way, thanks for ruining my Anniversary night!"
"You're SO very welcome." He replied sarcastically. "And the reason why you were attacked last night was so that your Uchiha friend could unlock his Mangekyou Sharingan."
"So the reason why Skye and I were attacked last night was so that Dresden-?" I asked.
"So that Dresden could unlock his Mangekyou Sharingan. I just said that." He rubbed his temples as I smirked. This conversation is slowly turning in my favor.
"So," I asked nonchalantly. "If you don't want the Keyblade, or the Keyhole for that matter, what do you want?"
"Oh, that's simple." He replied, turning around. His midnight black hair was combed over, revealing an intimidating set of sickly yellow eyes. "I want you." He said with a creepy smile plastered on his face.
"Well," I replied, shrugging my shoulders and dropping into my battle stance. "If you want me that badly, come and get me."
"Before I do," he said, straitening up while lifting a finger in the air. "You're probably wondering 'Why? Why would Ohanzee, the most powerful man in the village, next to the Hokage, want me?'" I said nothing, wondering what Ohanzee's next move would be. He continued on. "Well, I'll tell you. You see, I have been-." He paused, searching for the right word. "Honored with the task of reviving the Akatsuki to their former glory before that upstart Madara Uchiha used them to start the Fourth Great Ninja War, only to have that be a front so that he could send the world into the ultimate Genjutsu: the Infinite Tsukuyomi." He smiled and spread his arms out. "Just imagine, the Akatsuki, restored with the Jinchuuriki of the Nine-tailed Fox as their leader."
"Sorry to burst your bubble." I said. "But it'll take more than a speech to make me turn my back on the village that took me in when I was Five."
"Well, then." Ohanzee said. "I'll have to test you."
"Test me how?" I asked.
"I want to see what you're made of." Ohanzee replied. "And the best way to do that is to make you fight your parents."