Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts.
A/N: I know I have yet to finish my other stories, but I can't help it with this one. I have repeated countless times on how much I love Ventus, and I used to have this origin-ish idea about him. I know this isn't canon, and it's not my headcanon either, but it was worth a shot! Is it also worth a read and a review too? :3
Outlined Destinies
Summary: Ventus – an interesting Keyblade wielder with an unknown past. What if he was born and raised in Destiny Islands? Closer to the boy who saved his heart?
The island looked the same as he had left it.
Time can change anything as it goes on, and its unique journey remains infinite. Exemptions were especially rare, though never impossible. Destiny Islands still had the same feel – soft waves washed the fresh shore, the calm sea scent was ever so present in the air, and it was still a small world; too small for the liking of a man who spent his years as a youngster in the place. He had no regrets for leaving. His body was crippling as age caused him to, stance crooked and skin wrinkled, but those were his marks and proofs that he lived satisfactorily outside the islands.
The bald man walked across the sandy grounds, amber eyes glaring at the nightly surroundings. Despite disliking the islands, a small part of him wished that it changed. Its lack of progress disappointed him, blaming time as well, for it didn't aid in anything. Its minute magnitude reflected the small number of the population. Nothing changed. The silence of the evening caused Xehanort's yearning to leave as soon as possible.
The old man paused as he heard footsteps echoing close to his path. "It's too dark for someone to be outside," he thought. His eyes narrowed in suspicion and caught sight of a young boy with golden hair in messy spikes panting as he ran towards the village.
The old man smiled. It was the first he made in the entire day.
"Mom, I'm home," a voice whispered. The boy huffed and closed the door behind him quickly. "Man, it's dark outside."
"Ventus?"
The young blond boy grinned and exhaled in relief at the sight of the woman with brown hair and blue eyes that resembled his very own – deep sapphire that blended well with the shades of the ocean. She had a soft smile that warmed the young boy's heart to no extent. He ran up to the woman and hugged her tightly.
"I bought some food you wanted," he said. "And is it okay that I bought some sea salt ice cream for myself?"
The woman looked at him curiously.
"It's rare! The ice cream man was sort of… out of town, and he told me I should taste one because it's really, really new. Sorry about that, mom! But it was only 5 munny! Couldn't resist!" he said in a cheerful tone. He looked at his mother's expression and the smile slowly faded away, but the woman grinned and kissed him on the forehead.
"Ventus, you silly boy. It's alright. As long as you bought the ingredients for our breakfast and dinner tomorrow, you can buy as many ice creams as you want." She laughed momentarily before telling the boy to go to bed.
"You're only ten, Ventus. You need to sleep more and you have to babysit Riku tomorrow," she said. Ventus groaned as he ascended towards the first floor of their house. "But mom, Riku's mom told me someone else will babysit Riku tomorrow! Now I have no job and I have to wait for dad to come home to travel to the other island!"
His mother laughed heartily before responding. "Oh, Ventus. You always did complain that the baby pulled your hair too much."
Ventus' pout transformed into an excited smile. "Right! Yeah! Now I have more free time to play videogames and do my homework!" He ran up the stairs quickly, almost slipping at the final step, and bade his mother good night. He shuffled through his messy bedroom, regretting he left a couple of used white shirts on the floor when he slipped and fell on the floor. He chuckled and dusted himself off as he stood up. "What a day. Hope that baby brother's coming out soon."
Ventus headed for his bed and gazed outside the window with a smile etched on his face. "It must be nice, staring at the stars all night." He marveled upon the tiny blinking lights perched on the sky in infinite numbers and wondered what they really were. His school professor would say that they were hot balls of gas, but Ven would always catch his professor muttering to himself about hidden realities kids shouldn't know or something.
He sat up and started thinking. The day was so calm for him and he felt as if something different would turn up soon. It was only a gut feeling, but his father always told him that a gut feeling may be the most accurate reason and excuse he would forever need.
