"Hey... Can you hear me?"
That sounded so familiar... When had he heard that before? The voice reminded him of a long-gone enemy, and yet was nowhere near as dark and sinister. It was certainly friendlier. How confusing.
"Hey. Can you hear me?"
It was much clearer now. Yes, whoever was speaking to him must be a friend. He could trust him.
"There you are," said the voice again as he approached its source. "I hope you enjoyed your stay."
"Enjoyed my stay?" he parroted before he recalled just vaguely what the voice meant. He remembered a small boy who took him in when he had been so ready to disappear. How long has it been since then? It must have been a while, assuming he was still with the kid and this voice meant he had grown up.
This must be his heart.
There was a sudden urge to just leave this place, as if wherever he belonged was so nearby. He felt like he had been asleep for a while. Well, he was tired of sleeping. He wanted out. He wanted to wake.
"Ready to go home?"
He had no answer, but he probably didn't need to answer, as a bright light soon engulfed him and he felt as if he was moving to a familiar place. It's a bit dusty here, he thought jokingly as he stepped back onto a stained-glass platform that he knew all-too well.
"Ven?"
There's another voice now, a feminine one. There was suddenly a tight feeling in his chest. It had been so long since he heard...!
"Ven, you sleepyhead, it's time to wake up."
He didn't need to be told twice. Before he knew it, he could feel his eyelids twitching, almost struggling to open up. They felt glued shut from the years of having been closed, but he was persistent and eventually got them open. The light from the white room blinded him for a moment and he could barely make out the colorful blobs surrounding him. The one that stood out to him the most, though, was the tall, blue and silver blur standing right in front of him. He didn't need to see clearly to know who it was.
He actually didn't get a chance to speak before he was pulled into an embrace he missed so much. Any words he initially had meant to speak, whatever they may be, died away and he could only sit there, frozen in a developing joy.
He was back; he was home.
This was odd to write. Do bear with me, though. It's been years since I wrote a fanfic.
I've been wanting to see a fic about what may happen when Ventus wakes up, but I could hardly come across any. So I decided to make a scenario of my own. It's short, but I hope you like it!