A/N: Just beat KH2, so I'm sure this will be the first in a couple of character shorts. I hope you all enjoy and excuse the soap-opera feel I couldn't get rid of.
Reasons
They say things like us can't feel. That our lack of hearts, spirits, makes us useless shells, wandering the worlds with no purpose. We're not treated as being whole, and so we are committed to the shadows. I couldn't….I wouldn't have wanted to be treated as whole in the first place, had it not been for you. Well, my orders and you. As a shell, it was my job to take you and make you one as well.
At first, I felt a certain dignity as having you as my charge. I had a reason. You were an important obligation that I had taken on; the bluest eyes that had been entrusted in my care to make vacant.
But all those memories of her, my better half, they overwhelmed me. I was supposed to tear at the seams of those recollections and sew myself in. I had the chance to be something more than half; something more than a body without a heart. I had the chance to be looked at as something more; the chance
Your eyes became less blue with every session; you're face a little more pale. Yes, I knew that you were slowly forgetting her for me, but while the love and adoration was still there, the fact that it wasn't for her made it seem less… bright.
You're whole and I'm half. I soon learned that I was having delusions of grandeur with every glance at you drawn face. I had to set you back. And I did. I gave her back to you slowly; heart panging every time my image was blotted out for hers.
But I'm okay now. I can live with being a shell, I suppose. My real half, my better half…she's with you. And you're obviously happy. So, it's okay.
But you know, I felt it. I felt something. I felt it all at once. The moments you both had shared were warm, and the happiness fell around me like a warm glove as I placed myself within them. But you were not mine, and I knew it. I did not love you and anyone could see that the tenderness you two shared could not be emulated by anyone else. I gave you back to her, and she to you.
So you're still fighting for each other. I should have known better than to intrude, but it was a chance to feel more. I hope that if she tells you about me and what I did for the both of you, although I'm sure no one will recognize the ramifications of my actions except myself, it'll be a story of good feeling. Maybe she'll tell you I was pretty, and maybe in the back of her mind, she'll wonder if you would have liked me.
You're happy. For the short time that I was your reason, I was happy too. But the fact remains that I am a half and you are a whole. I gave back what I took and now both of your smiles reach the creases of your eyes.
In return, you gave me a reason as well. I had the hope of redemption, and with every memory I replaced, I was closer to being…well, not whole, but definitely more than a half.
Funny how they say we can't feel, us Nobodies. Without us, none of you could possibly be whole.
A/N: Read and review, would ya?