*I don't own Kingdom Hearts or any of its characters, though Heavyn is mine.


"Whew… thank goodness that the wounds look worse than they actually are," Heavyn said as she finished cleaning up the Riku Replica. She looked at his face, worry creasing her brow and amended, "Although, it looks like he's going to have some serious bruises, and he may have a concussion." Never before had she felt so grateful to have taken that Advanced First Aid class two years ago in preparation for a camping trip, even though her family had assured her that it wouldn't be necessary. Thankfully, that vacation turned out injury free, but she still rehearsed her skills just in case, especially after the accident last year.

"Well, I've done all I can for now. Hopefully, he'll wake up soon!" she said as she put away the first-aid kit. She looked back at his sleeping form. "I wonder where he got all those injuries…" she pondered, just one of many questions that were running around in her mind. One thing she didn't wonder about, however, was how he managed to survive the events of Castle Oblivion. It was obvious to her that instead of fading away like the game suggested, he made a portal to someplace else like Axel did the last time he faced off against Sora in that same game.

She was pulled out of her reverie by a soft moan coming from her patient. Rushing back to his side, she was pleased when his eyes slowly opened. "Hey, you're awake!" she said softly, not wanting to scare him.

Hearing her voice, he opened his eyes completely and looked toward her. His eyes widened as he saw a girl standing there with a kind expression in her violet eyes and a kind smile on her face. She looked to be about 5'1", with long black wavy hair and delicate features. She wore a purple long-sleeved t-shirt that matched her eyes perfectly, black slacks, and black shoes. Around her neck was a delicate silver chain with a silver heart pendant, and on her right ring finger was a silver ring that was in the shape of two hands clasping a heart wearing a crown.

"Who… who are you?" he asked as he tried to sit up.

"Whoa! Take it easy, your wounds may reopen if you sit up too quickly!" she exclaimed as she helped him up. "Oh, and my name's Heavyn. It's nice to meet you, Repliku!"

"Repliku?"

"What… oh! Sorry, that's just the name that your fans gave you. If you want me to call you something else…" Heavyn stammered, her embarrassment clearly showing on her face.

"My… fans? What fans? What are you talking about?" he inquired, confusion now showing on his face.

"Oh, well, um… in this world, we learn about what's going on with other worlds via stories. However, we've been doing this for so long that we've forgotten about the other worlds, so we think the stories are make-believe. It just so happens that your story, along with Sora's and Riku's stories, was one of those that made it here," she hurriedly explained, coming up with an explanation that she thought would explain everything.

"…Okaaay," he said with disbelief clearly showing on his face.

"It's true and I can prove it!" she stated with a hand on her hip.

"Prove it."

"Well, you're a Replica of Riku made by Vexen of Organization XIII in Castle Oblivion, you've faced off against both Sora and Riku, you thought for a while that you WERE the real Riku, made a promise to Naminé to always protect her, regained the memory of who you really are, killed Zexion of Organization XIII, then managed to convince everyone that you died by pretending to fade in front of Riku when you actually made a portal to someplace else, right?"

Shocked, he asked, "How did you know all that?"

"I told you, your story was one of those that made it here," she stated matter-of-factly. "You actually have a lot of fans on this world. Now let me guess, you actually don't LIKE to be known only as Riku's Replica, right?"

"Riiight…"

"So, the fans decided to refer to you as Repliku. It lets us tell the difference between you and Riku, while acknowledging that you have a strong connection to Riku, being his Replica."

"Repliku, huh… I like it," he said. "I'm going to call myself that from now on!"

"Cool. Now, how are you feeling? I took care of your wounds as best as I could, but I wasn't sure if you had a concussion or not," said Heavyn, kneeling down and looking into his eyes to see if his pupils were dilated.

"I feel like a Large Body Heartless landed on top of me, but otherwise fine… wait, you took care of my wounds? Why?" demanded Repliku.

"Because you were obviously hurt, duh! What kind of person do you think I am?"

"Uh…"

Heavyn stood up, crossing her arms with obvious displeasure. "Look, I help people whenever I can. I've always been that way. I'm sorry if that bothers you!"

"No, no, no I-I didn't mean it like that! I'm sorry, I…!" Trying to remedy the situation, he tried to explain, "You see, I-I-I'm just not used to people helping me without some sort of ulterior motive. I've just gotten so suspicious… truly, I am sorry."

She glowered at him for a minute, then a dazzling smile appeared on her face. "Well, that makes sense. I forgive you!"

"You… forgive me? That easily?" he asked.

"Yep. After all, we're friends now, aren't we?"

"Friends… you really want to be my friend? Even after knowing what I am?" he asked with wonder in his voice. In his wildest dreams he could never have imagined this.

"Of course! No matter how you were created, you're still a person with feelings. Here on this world, there are identical twins whose personalities are completely different. Just think of yourself as Riku's twin!" she cheerfully said.

Repliku's eyes started to fill with tears.

"Wait… why are you crying?" Heavyn asked with panic rising in her voice.

"Because… I'm so happy! I never thought that anyone would ever be my friend after knowing what I am. I purposely kept myself away from people because I always thought that no one would be willing to be friends with someone like me," he said with a smile that lit up his face.

Heavyn laughed, "Well, now you don't have to worry about never making friends again. Plus, it doesn't look like you have a concussion which is always a good thing. Come on, let's get you into some clothes that aren't torn to shreds. My brother's old clothes should do the trick."


"Wow! This is really good! What did you call this dish again?" asked Repliku as he ate some food that Heavyn made for him.

Heavyn chuckled and replied, "It's macaroni and cheese with hot dogs mixed in. I'm glad you like it! My mom used to always make this for my siblings and me when we were younger, and I've never outgrown it."

Repliku looked up from his food and asked, "You know, you've mentioned your family several times now. Where are they?"

Heavyn's eyes took on a sad cast as she replied, "Well… they died last year. I'm the only one left."

Shocked, he said, "Oh… I didn't know. I'm sorry"

"No… it's okay. You would've asked sooner or later. I just…," Heavyn took a deep breath, then continued, "I just miss them so much."

Repliku stared at his food, unsure of how to comfort his new friend. Looking around for a distraction, he noticed a strange stick leaning against the doorway. It looked like someone cut it straight from the tree, cut off any extra twigs, and polished it up with the bark still on it. A large white egg-looking thing was perched right on top. Hoping it'd work as a good distraction, he asked, "Hey, what's that stick thing against the doorway?"

Heavyn looked to where he was pointing, and answered, "Oh, that's just the walking stick that my dad got me. I keep it there for when I go to the cemetery to visit my family because lately there have been all sorts of weirdoes hanging around there, and I want to have at least some protection. It's actually stronger than it looks, and the white onyx stone on top is pretty heavy so that if I have to, I can hit someone on top of the head hard enough to knock him out." Noticing the confused look that appeared on his face when she mentioned the cemetery, she explained, "A cemetery is where we bury the bodies of our loved ones once they have died. I was actually thinking of going there tonight, but then I found you against my house so I decided not to."

"Well, there's no reason why you still can't go. Um… I know! I'll escort you!"

Heavyn started, "Wait… what?"

"You heard me! After all, you said yourself that you like to have some protection. Today, that'll be me! Besides, I would like to see this cemetery and see where you go to visit your family," stated Repliku, proud of his idea.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? After all, you were recently injured," asked Heavyn with concern in her voice.

"I feel much better now, thanks to you! And I just wouldn't feel right if you didn't go because of me," reassured Repliku, concerned that she wouldn't take him up on his offer.

"Well… if you feel up to it, I guess it's fine with me! Now, let's put away the dishes and get ready to leave."


"Huh… so this is a cemetery," said Repliku as he looked around. "It kinda looks like a nicer version of a graveyard."

Heavyn, who was carrying a large bouquet of flowers and her walking stick, looked at him and replied, "Well, some people call cemeteries graveyards, so I guess you could call it that. To me, though, the word graveyard is just too spooky, so I prefer to call it a cemetery."

Repliku nodded, continuing to look around. It really was nicer than that graveyard where he found those annoying Vexen clones. All he had wanted to do was to leave the graveyard, but they kept trying to make him fight. He had to destroy them because they absolutely refused to leave him alone.

Heavyn had walked a few steps by this time, and she noticed that he was staring off into space.

"Heeeeey! Earth to Repliku!"

"Wha…?" He looked up to see that Heavyn had gone ahead of him a few paces and was now trying to get his attention. "Oh… sorry. Guess I got lost in my thoughts."

"I could see that," Heavyn snickered. "Come on, it's this way."

They arrived at a large statue of an angel with outspread wings. On the base of the angel four names were written, along with the words, "May they rest in peace forever." Heavyn laid the bouquet of flowers at the base, then they stood there in silence for several minutes.

"Repliku?"

"Hmm?"

"I know that this is a question that you may not want to answer, but I have to ask… How did you get injured?"

Repliku sighed. "Well, I didn't want to upset you, since you're my friend, but since you asked… I was attacked."

Heavyn gasped, "What? By who?"

"I was attacked… by Xehanort."

"You called?" came an evil voice.

Heavyn and Repliku spun around. There stood Xehanort himself with a satisfied look on his face.