A/N: Written for the Flash Bingo Challenge on the AMF, #174 – imagine.

This is an alternate ending, where Shou isn't able to save Kai from is berserk state completely, so while Kai's life is saved, his mind is shattered. I would say this is a darker version of the OVA ending…but considering the note the second OVA ended on, I'm not so sure. :D Working on the game now, but knowing next to no Japanese and being unable to pull the text out to translate, I'm trying to write it out on google translate (which isn't really full proof, but the best I can do). So until then, I'll have to be satisfied with what the OVAs give. And torturing another favourite pair of twins (they won't replace the Digimon Frontier ones, lol).

Enjoy. :D

Shattered Pendants and Shattered Minds

He's always looking up, no matter how we sit him. If it's in a chair, he'll tilt his head back. If he's lying on his back, he'll look straight ahead. If he's on his side, his eyes will be rolled in a way that would give anybody else a headache within a few minutes.

If he does get a headache, or a sore neck, he doesn't say. He doesn't say anything nowadays, just looks up. Sometimes it's the ceiling, white and plain. Sometimes it's the sky: blue, white, grey, black, or a flaming red.

It's red now. Red because there's another fight going on somewhere. Chris I suppose. In the Winfield Kingdom. There's nothing we can do about that now; we destroyed our only chance to help…back then.

I finger the empty chain that hangs low around my neck. The red pendant is gone, shattered into pieces too small to collect. Kai's is still whole, still around his neck. But it's black, completely black, and he never looks at it. Just up, at the ceiling or the sky, however it looks. Like there's something there he doesn't want to lose sight of.

Sometimes I think that's the only thing that's still keeping him alive. That he can imagine his happy dream world in that white canvas of the ceiling, or the blue stretch of sky that changes its moods and colours so easily, I don't know how something in it can stay constant.

But I lost Kai long ago. For too long now we haven't been seeing the same sky. Long before he lost his best friend – no, a boy that was more than his best friend. And long ago before he went berserk.

I wonder why I'm still here. Why I watch him; he's safe now, after all, though not in the way I'd wanted him to be safe. The black wings have gone; they're back at Winfiend. Fighting Chris maybe. We don't matter anymore. Kai's wings went black. Mine are gone. Just like our pendants. There's no point staying here; he's already all alone, looking at whatever he's always looking at, never once turning to my shadow or my voice.

Sometimes I look up too, try to imagine what Kai's looking at up there, what's so important. I see nothing though, except the thin cracks in an old ceiling, or the streaks of black in a weary sky. Now it looks like my pendant did, when it shattered: red and black, the light spilling on to it covering the entire floor but broken, hollow.

Kai's eyes are like that now: veins of tiredness in otherwise blank hazel eyes. I wonder what he's looking at with those eyes. What he's looking for.

Up. He's always looking up.