6.
Sticking with your worst enemy is never a good thing. Every now and then Ventus reminded himself that he was with the enemy, but he had no other option. Aqua was in library, working with some spell. She did not tell him what kind of spell it was, but he guessed it had something to do with Vanitas.
The other boy still didn't wake up, even so, the blond was able to see him reacting stimuli from outside. Not much, but it was an improvement. The boy had no idea whether it was good or bad.
To be frank, they didn't want to be with him, but someone had to watch him over to prevent him doing any harmful thing. And it happened to be them. Nothing more, nothing less. Just because they were few – only handful of people – who had known him. So they were stuck with him out of necessity(Ven wanted to believe this).
Ventus' footsteps paced up and down continuously as he was taking deep breath. Just thinking about the other boy waking up produced butterflies in his stomach. Regarding histories between them, it wouldn't be surprising that anything bad happening to them at any time. Although Aqua promised, he couldn't help but imagining the worst situation possible.
He frowned, tried to relieve himself by rubbing on temple. However, the fluttering butterflies in his stomach didn't go away easily.
As walking back and forth, he felt magical aura changing. Probably Aqua finished her work. How the spell working was not his concern that much, yet he wished it reducing chance of potential danger.
Other than that, no meaningful change occurred to this room. Well, it's hard to know if the other boy already woke up, for his face was concealed by that damn helmet. However the blond fought the urge to take off the helmet. Sure, he knew how the other one looked like(maybe that's why he still refused to see Sora eye-to-eye) and might wonder what face he would make, but he shook off his curiosity.
Even now he was the last person Ventus ever wanted to see, hear, let alone to be near. Yet against his wish, they were in the same room. Well, as long as he was sleeping, he wouldn't do anything, so no one needed to worry about that. That would be better. Better to everyone. They should leave him alone. That would be the right thing to do.
While his brain said it's good for everyone, nonetheless his heart told him that was not right. Knowing what he was capable of, Ventus wanted to follow his brain, not his heart. That was it. So he didn't need to worry about things the other one involved with.
Even so, the blond boy acknowledged that the other boy could not – should not – stay like that forever. Although he wanted to deny that badly, it was going to happen eventually. Maybe right now.
'It would be better if we had fought with each other.' Waiting was boring. Funny, now it sounded like as if he wanted the other to awaken. So they could bring their conflict to an end(It should've been done earlier).
His legs were tired now. He stopped walking, sat on the chair. It was almost midnight, and the magical lights floating near ceiling were dimmed hours ago, but he was wide awake despite of tiredness. It didn't seem like he would get sleep within some hours.