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Summery: Crack. Romance. Adventure. Cake. Dresses. What do all of those have in common? Yeah, I don't know either, you can tell me if you ever find out. Kyle died, and death is not really what he thought it would be. This trip was not all it cracked up to be and his sanity decided to take a vacation without him along the way; But this trip was turning out to be even more surreal and strange than he ever thought it could be. Maybe that weird kid will be willing to help him get things right in this world.

Warning: Non-canon. Alternate universe. Language. Possible triggers. Some Dumbledore Bashing. Death.

This is our first story, so please tell us how we are doing. We think this will be T though it might change to an M later if we feel like it is necessary. This will be a slow and long story.

"Kyle!" a young feminine voice playfully yelled. "Wait up!" A young man ran ahead, in front of the woman, huffing a laugh of victory.

"As if, slow-ass!" He started to run faster, toward an inviting ocean. Both of the young adults had dark brown hair and matching bright brown eyes. After looking at the both of them, the only difference seemed to be their gender besides Kyle being slightly larger.

"Showoff!" She yelled even as she sped up herself, determined to beat him.

"I'm only a show off because you can't handle anything~" His voice sang out as he tried to go faster, but not getting much farther ahead.

"Ha! As if." She snarked back with amusement and determination on her face. They raced down into a beach, shouting in victory as they landed on it at the same time.

"I so won!" Kyle shouted in mock superiority, looking at the young lady beside him.

"You wish, Old Man!" The woman huffed loudly, mockingly angry.

"What?!" Kyle pouted at her. "I'm only eighteen! If I am old, then so are you! You're only fourteen minutes younger than me!" He pouted harder and huffed.

"Ah~ But you'll always be older than me~" She smirked, amused.

"Meaning you should respect your damn elders. Like now." He huffed and started to take off his shirt and other clothes to show swimming trunks in bright blue. He pulled his curly shoulder length hair back into a ponytail and out of his face.

"Ha! Hypocrite!" Kyle turned to her and stuck out his tongue at her. "You haven't respected an elder a day in your life!" She laughed, slipping off her shoes and shirt revealing her dark blue swimming top.

"Have too!" He looked over his shoulder at her. "Jeez, you would think that you would get these things right, Rhea. Especially since, "Kyle sniffed here, "we have been together since we were conceived." He placed a hand over his heart in mock hurt. "I have respected George plenty of times! And he is over hundreds of years old!"

"George is tree you arrogant prat!"

"So? He is the damn best tree I have ever seen in my life! And how is that arrogant?" Kyle puffed up his cheeks again and crossed his arms across his chest. There was amusement behind his childish antics, but between the two, there was definitely a reason to be upset. George was an amazing tree.

"Ha! You just don't want to admit-"

"Admit that you're so jealous of George and uptight? Sure," interrupted Kyle cheekily. A smirk stretched over his face as he stopped puffing his cheeks and let his arms drop.

"Oooh, that's it!" Rhea exclaimed, charging at her twin with an evil cackle. Kyle squeaked and quickly started to run off toward the water for safety. He laughed as he went to get away from Rhea and jumped into the cooling water. Once in, Kyle immediately went underwater and started to swim off.

Running just behind Kyle she cackled as she dived into the ocean after him, forgetting her slacks were still on. Kyle swam as best he could, happy not for the first time that he was the better swimmer. It was not much, but it was enough to get a bit of a head start away from his twin, who at the moment looked as if she was going to do something...unwanted if she caught up. He remembered the last time he got caught, and it was not something he was willing to repeat.

Swimming faster, Rhea ginned madly at the sight of her brother's urgent movements. So it seemed that he remembered the little...'lesson' they had last time he…displeased her. Looking around, Rhea looked for a way to catch her errant brother, knowing that she would never catch him now that he has a head start and a fair chance. Catching sight of an opening in an old sunken ship, Rhea came up with a devastatingly devious plan. Smirking evilly, Rhea swam to the surface for a quick breath before diving back under; insuring that Kyle was not looking in her direction before heading to the opening of the ship.

Kyle swam for as long as he could underwater before he could no longer hold his breathe. Rhea had him beat in that aspect. He looked around really quickly before heading to the surface, confused.

"Rhea?" He called, looking curiously out and into the water all around him. "She was just behind me. Where did she head off to now?" He whispered to himself. Rhea thought it was funny that he talked to himself sometimes, but he could not help it. He was used to always being with her and talking out his thoughts to someone who would always listen. He gave a huff before taking a gulp of air and diving back down into the water. He spotted something that he immediately knew that Rhea would try to use, a sunken ship. He swam to it as fast as he could, wanting to find where she was and try to turn this against her. Who knows, maybe he could scare her.

Waiting for her prey like the ever patient predator she- sometimes- is, Rhea watched as Kyle warily swam around the ship, coming closer to her hiding spot with each passing second. Stilling herself, Rhea began to tense the closer he came until-

BAM!

She forced a window open, slamming it into the ship's side, and thrust herself out of the small opening, reaching out to grab her sibling with the creepiest expression she could muster. She slowly went back into the window as she saw Kyle flee, basking in the smugness that came from scaring him.

Kyle cried out in the water, losing air fast from the silent yell. He quickly swam away from the window and took cover through a door that was near him, jarring his leg, before he stopped where he was. It could just have been Rhea. Kyle frowned, not liking that he had been scared into a room instead of to the surface of the water or away from the ship. He swam deeper into the ship, where he suspected Rhea had been. Oh, he was so going to pay her back. When he finally reached a room with the silently laughing Rhea, he snuck up behind her and popped her on the shoulder as hard as he could underwater.

Rhea could not help the surprised gasp that escaped her, unwillingly swallowing some salty water. Snapping her mouth shut and clutching her chest Rhea glared at Kyle indignantly, but the sudden need for air quickly diverted her attention. Deciding that the window was the quickest path to oxygen, Rhea maneuvered through the small opening, only to feel her pants catch on something. Thinking it was her annoying brother she glared back only to see her slacks snagged on a rusted screw that pierced through one of her pant legs. Rhea tugged urgently at her leg, the pressure in her chest growing near unbearably with the need for air. Annoyed, she tried to slip off her slacks only for the moist cloth to cling to her flesh. Her lungs began to burn.

Kyle quickly went to help Rhea, startled that she was losing air and stuck in the window that looked a bit small. Kyle hurriedly swam to the window, feeling his lungs burn himself but ignoring it, and pulled her pant leg off of the rusted screw. He gave Rhea a thumbs up when she looked behind her to give him a quick glance. His lungs burned and his vision was going black as he watched her swim out of the window. He turned his head this way and that, confused on where he had come from. There were a few doors, and he had not paid attention to all of the twists and turns he had taken. This was bad.

Kyle felt his mind going hazy with each passing second. He had been holding his breath for what felt like forever already. His hips were too big to fit through the window, he would just end up stuck and it was amazing that Rhea could even fit through it, so he hurriedly swam to a door he thought was the right way. His ponytail got caught in something on his way through the door, and sharply tugged him back and tore out his ponytail when he backtracked a little. Bubbles escaped even more as he yelled in pain. He felt his mind go even faster, desperate for air, and needing it now. The problem was, though, that his head was pounding and he could barely feel his fingers and toes anymore. Numbness was spreading fast through his body, and he gasped accidentally as he felt pain blossom behind his eyes. Cold and salty water flooded in before he could close his mouth. His lungs started to fill, and then he was trying to spit or cough the water out of his system. Nothing was working, and he began to panickingly flail around to gain any type of purchase.

He forgot that he was supposed to be searching for a way out and to the surface for air, only that he was hurting and cold. What was happening? His vision started to turn darker and darker until he saw nothing but black. There was no longer sound or the feeling of cold salty water in him. He felt heavy, too heavy to be normal or right. His limbs felt like they were floating lightly, but he could not move them anymore. It all started to feel so foreign, his body was foreign. The feeling of losing his consciousness, slowly, was the only thing he registered. His mind was going completely blank. Then, there was only emptiness.

Kyle suddenly felt alert and remembered everything, but he felt like he was not really there. Where was he? There was nothing here. It was just a void. Was there even a way out of it?

It took him a while to calm down from a slight panic he worked himself into. He looked back on what had happened what he assumed was just minutes ago. He had lost too much air before scaring Rhea, and then he had lost even more without getting any new oxygen during or between. Then he remembered that he had lost consciousness before entering into whatever this void was. Did he die? Was this the afterlife that everyone always talked about? It was so boring, and unnerving. He waited for something to happen. Maybe he was just in a coma. Maybe Rhea had gotten him out of the water and saved his life, and he just was not waking up yet. There were too many maybes but it was all he had to go on. She could be really distressed at the moment without him, and he would hate to be the one to separate the both of them so early.

He lost sense of time before he even started to have any in the void. There was nothing to distract him. Nothing to take his attention off of all that had happened. He was just taking a swim with Rhea like he did everyday for the past couple days. They had been celebrating finally becoming adults as well as graduating from high school. This was actually very sudden. Kyle had kind of been hoping that there would be cake waiting for him when he died, like he had accomplished something. Or maybe that it would be like a second birth, and he would celebrate it like he did his actual birthday, and he would live in a place he could explore and have new adventures.

So much for that hope though. It was just a boring black hole, except a black hole would probably be more interesting than the void. With all the new free time and what felt like days, Kyle retreated to memories that came and went from his mind. Conversations. Hugs. Dancing. Paining. Laughing. Teasing. Eating. Swimming. Anything to distract him. He wondered what it would be like to be a girl instead of a boy. He kind of wanted to wear a dress, or a skirt. It looked like it had been more comfortable than what he had always worn. Maybe if he was in a coma and woke up soon, he could ask Rhea if he could wear one of her dresses. After thinking about it though, he figured that even if they were roughly near the same sizes, he doubted that she had any dresses left. She probably burned all of them. He would not put it past her, especially seeing as she seemed to hate them for some reason. They had all very pretty shades of red or orange, from what he remembered at least.

After ages, the feeling of ages, Kyle digressed slowly. His mind began to go in on itself. He figured that he could also be imagining the void. It could be his imagination after all, maybe induced by a coma or something else. It had to be real, he argued with himself constantly, because all his memories lead up to the void and it was unlikely that he was in a coma as he had never heard of someone describe one like this. All of the recounts of people in comas had said that they at least heard or saw something, like a dream that was bordering on nightmare. This, on the other hand, was nothing. It was literally a void. The senses he had always had were taken away from him harshly.

As more time passed, though time should probably be kept out of the void as it was not actually there, he was starting to doubt anything was real, including his memories. It had been so long without anything. He tried to remember sound. To remember sight. To remember anything. Time felt like nothing to this place, but it felt like an eternity. He was going insane, but was he? One, two, three,four...he had stopped looking into his memories and imagination to count out his time, but he eventually forgot what number he was on. So, he tried again. And again. And again. Until he forgot what anything else was like. He always lost count at the same number, but he always forgot what number it was right after he started to count again. He remembered the first time he counted he had gotten up so high that he did not even know how to say the number or remember all of the numbers in order. Did he trust his memory of it though?

It was starting to get to him harder and deeper. He had gotten hysterical every once and a while, but the hysteria was starting to cling to him. It started to take longer and longer for him to talk himself out of panicking. Rhea would come for him. He was just in a coma. It would only be for a bit, and time was not here so it could have just been his mind exaggerating. The longer he was there, however, the more even he could not lie to himself anymore. His mind started to go downhill very fast after he stopped reasoning out things and making excuses. He continued to count to try and get his mind off of it.

There was never an end. He was alone. Alone, alone, alone. One. Where was Rhea? He wanted would blame her for his death...Did he die? Two. He could still hear his own voice- no that was not right. There was no sound. The silence was deafening. It was too much to take in after ages in it. What was it then? His mind. Three. There was too much pressure in the void. He had never been alone this long. It was amazing for only a while before it became too much. Four. There was too much time to think. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Five. Did he see Dad? What are was he doing here? Did he find his way into the void as well? Six. Kyle looked at his dad with nonexistent eyes in fear. His dad was looking at him with such contempt. Why was he looking at him when he did not do anything. Seven. He didn't. He wanted his dad to stop hating him. He wanted to tell him that he really did not kill him or mom. He did not know what happened to them.

Eight…His dad turned away from him and started to go away. He wanted to cry out at his father, try and get him to comfort him. To show him the way out of the void. Suddenly his father was no where in sight.

Nine… What was that tugging in his chest? Was he finally getting pulled out of here? Slowly his happiness dissipated as the tugging in his chest turned into an icy burn that was unimaginable until that moment. He wanted it to go away, to stop and leave him to the void. He hated the nothingness, was welcome to the pain at first, but now it scorched him.

Ten… It was taking something that was deeper than anything he had ever known before. Something that was never meant to be taken or even touched. It was unnatural. Beyond unnatural.

Eleven… It soaked up some of his sanity, clarity and rationality and took it with his soul. It was gone. He felt beyond violated. Beyond any fear or anger or shock. This went much deeper than anything.

Twenty-seven….

What came after that?