Note: I don't own KH.

I begin with a charge as he side-steps. I could have followed and maybe landed a blow, but I accidentally looked at her. She was starting to cry. In my distraction, he took the chance to hit me, knocking my ass to the ground. My heart hurts more than my arm, where the blow was landed.

I try to ignore her as I go for revenge. Her heart held mine together, and now he's taken her heart from me. Vengeance is the only thought keeping my heart from disappearing. I punch him, aiming for the chest, but he blocks with one arm and slams his palm into my face. I rotate and he catches my back with a fist. During my spin I see her crying again. Once more I ignore the pain of the body, and focus on pain in the heart.

I remember, as I see her again, a time when I promised I'd never make her cry. Thanks to this bastard I'm breaking that promise. Her new love has to die. With determination I let myself fall again, to sweep his legs out. I get up first, but he rolls away from my kick while getting up himself.

It matters not as I manage to catch him with several jabs, knocking him back as I follow up. He blocks the fifth strike by catching the fist, pulling me in and kneeing me in the gut. Breathless, I clutch at myself instinctually. A little blood escapes my lips, but not enough to make me worry when I get my head together shortly. But when I'm ready to retaliate, her cries punch through my determination once more.

As my focus falters, my nose bleeds from a punch I barely felt when she cried. She's begging us to stop. I think he wants to. But I'm through with accepting the loss. She's still mine.

During my musings, I'm being beaten. I come to realize I can't win because of the reason I'm fighting. I love her, and I care too much. An idea occurs to me. It's insane, maybe I've lost a few IQ points during this fight. But if I rip my heart from my being, I can win. I know I can take the hits, but my emotions are all that's keeping me from dishing them.

I steel my resolve for a head butt, followed by an uppercut. I crave the revenge, and I like the thought of succeeding. Using my moment of strength, I give in to the dark temptation, to darkness itself.

My heart screams for revenge, but as I become something new, my soul's last wish was screaming in my head.

'Somebody protect her.'

I find it funny. That was both my first and last thought. Ever. Only after that thought do the rest of our memories come back. The angry reaction I have is natural, but empty. It's embedded in the human soul to feel angry in a helpless situation, but I can't feel it. All I know is that I want to kill and thank Reaga. That last thought came from his soul, meaning even one such as me feels guided by it. It means both an instinctual command I must follow and a purpose behind my new existence.

I also think that wish was what started me here, so close to where it happened. I could feel Reaga's power growing as darkness consumed him. I knew exactly who I was meant to protect her from. Even if he surrendered to it, the darkness would make him unpredictable.

The fire born into this new being flowed through my hand as anticipation crept through me. It would be a tough fight, but everyone knows Nothing is stronger than Darkness.