*I don't own Kingdom Hearts or any of their characters
He was surrounded by white. White, as far as the eye could see…
He didn't know how long he had been here, suspended here. Not knowing where he was, or how he- no, that's not right. He remembered how he got here…
He could see him, the one of whom he was only a Replica for, standing above his dissipating body. Trying to hide the pain he was experiencing, he wondered aloud, "What happens when a fake dies? One like me… where will my heart go? Does it… disappear?"
"It'll go somewhere," the real version of himself answered, obviously trying to comfort him. "Maybe… to the same place as mine."
"Tch," he replied. "A faithful Replica… until the very end." Reflecting on it as his vision started to go dark, he realized aloud, "That's… okay…."
When he next opened his eyes, he found himself floating in his current location. For a little bit, he had tried to discover just where exactly he had ended up. However, he eventually gave up when he realized that there was nothing else- just him.
Alone, in that in-between…
That's what he decided to call this place- the in-between. He was sure that he wasn't dead, for he still drew breath. However, he wasn't sure that he was alive, for he couldn't feel his heart beating inside of his chest.
However, he could still feel pain, especially on his face. He didn't know how long it had been until he found out what was causing the pain- his face was literally cracked, as if he had been made of glass. Wondering over why that was so, he had finally come up with the explanation that it was due to him being defeated by the one he had been a mere copy of.
It had been a while since he had made that discovery, and was finally able to push that pain to the side. He laid on his back as he contemplated why he was stuck here. Shouldn't he be in that Heaven place that his false memories told him about? Or even that Hell place… any place was better than her.
Suddenly, he heard a whimper. Whipping his head towards the sound, his eyes widened at what they saw.
He wasn't alone anymore.
It was a black-haired girl lying next to him, her eyes scrunched up in obvious pain. His heart clenched at the sight of a crack on her face.
If she was here, with a crack on her face… was she a Replica too, then? Who was she a Replica of?
As she whimpered again, he reached out a hand to move her hair off of her face. He knew from experience that having hair on the cracks would make them hurt more.
"Wake up," he pleaded silently. "I know it hurts… but you have to wake up. You have to know that you're not alone anymore!"
As his hand started to move away, her eyes slowly opened.
A/N: So, this was influenced by this picture over on dA: http : / / luz - hikari . deviantart . com / art / Damaged - Valentine - 284994524 (copy, paste, and remove the spaces to see it!)