Disclaimer: No. I don't own Kingdom Hearts II, nor do I seek profit off of any of my fiction. It is simply for entertainment purposes alone, and not meant to be distributed at a price. Besides, who would buy this crap anyway?
There was really nothing to it at all, but maybe there lies the irony.
If you hear it spoken, it sounds grotesque, unnatural, and inhuman. You can't possibly still expect people to regard you the same after you've lost something like that. Maybe that's why they could only regard each other, that's why they all joined together. Well, the strong ones anyway.
He laughed at himself. Never in his entire life or non-life did he consider himself strong at anything. No one ever stopped to think about the strength of their own spirit or soul or whatever was inside of you, but now that it's gone, that's all he can think about. Physically, it was apparent that he'd never fought before; he was just a scrawny, quick little kid, and quick was good or he'd have more scars than Xigbar. Was it because he was strong-willed in his beliefs? Because he gave everything he cared about top-priority? Because he poured his passion into whatever project laid before him even if it might have seemed pointless? Whatever the reasons, he was here now, with everyone else.
Or with nobody else, he wasn't sure what to say.
The rest of them were definitely strong. They were all gifted in someway, and each way helped with their fighting abilities. Even Luxord's card tricks were of use to the Organization. They could all support the Superior in achieving his goals and making Kingdom Hearts theirs. Physically strong, mentally strong, they were all really strong. He couldn't compete with that. The only things he'd ever done right were creating music and swimming; they'd be perfect if Xemnas ever was interested in taking over Atlantica.
The only reason he was here (or not here, he still didn't know which) was because he had one quality that grouped him with these guys. That single all-important factor that turns everything into nothing, that turns a human from a Somebody into a Nobody.
It just made no sense to him. Was it that important to have one to be a human? Was it so necessary to have to prove you exist?
He didn't need to hear another empty song to tell him it was.
It was a ridiculously easy thing to lose. It's so fragile, so easily crushed and broken, so vital; why would something that special be so very easy to lose?
He doesn't even remember how it happened. It was like he woke up and shook off the remnants of a nightmare; only after his dream had passed did he realize he had no idea where he was or who these people were or why they were standing over him.
He was just like everybody else, just like nobody else. Except he insisted he was real, that he had a heart and so did everyone else. Why else would they be so determined to get back their hearts if they couldn't feel determination? They all had emotions, he just knew they did. And he did too. He knew he was just like everybody else and that they were everybody elses.
Those everybody elses knew that his reasoning was much like a child's trying to insist there were no monsters in his closet; he believed it when he said it, but deep down he was terrified of those monsters, of that nothingness. It scared him so he put up his walls, his facade, and he tried to simply be. These nobody elses also knew that it was pointless comforting yourself when you didn't have emotions anyway, so they left him alone.
He had his thoughts and he had his macabre life to live, so he was happy. He insisted he was happy. Because he knew, deep down that he wasn't. He simply and completely was not. Because he was just like nobody else, because of that one real truth that existed in a nowhere land with no one people.
There was really nothing to losing a heart. Maybe there lies the irony.