I own none of the characters within. Set after the final cutscene of KHII, but it's not really spoilerish.
o o o
Sora swallowed nervously, staring at the simple wooden door as if it would bite him. A thousand doubts plagued his mind as he raised his hand. Would she recognize him? Would she even remember him? Would she turn away? Would she yell, scream, cry, laugh? Would she even be able to see him?
Stop that, he thought firmly. You've been through so much, you can do this. And what the hell are you doing? You don't need to knock, not here. Resolved, Sora turned his hand from almost-knocking to pushing the door open.
o o o
She sat at the kitchen table, staring at nothing out the window, and thought.
There was disappearing, darkness all consuming, then coming back. Then forgetting, and remembering. The past two years had been spent on a freakish roller coaster without a safety harness, and she feared that she was about to fall from the cart.
He was gone, her baby, her beloved, and she was afraid he was gone forever.
No one knew what had happened to him, no one could tell her where he had gone. The one person she loved more than anything, and he was no longer there. And the worst part was that forgetting. How could she have? Why did it happen?
The sound of the door opening jarred her from her melancholy thoughts, and she stood, fearful. Dark had fallen, who would just walk into her house? Hesitant footsteps traced the familiar path from the front room to the kitchen, and she told herself to move, to hide, to run, but she stood there, a middle-aged woman with gray in her hair and too much sadness in her blue eyes. Whoever was in her home, they were turning the last corner to the kitchen, stepping into the warm amber glow of the overhead light.
He stood there, hands at his side, just looking at her, and her hand crept to her mouth. He was taller
(he's almost a man now)
and his face had lost it's baby fat
(he looks just like his father)
and his clothes were different
(he always wore such bright colors before my baby my baby my baby grew up without me)
His lip trembled, and she saw in his eyes a little boy with a skinned knee. "Mom?"
The dam broke, two long years of fear and sorrow and suffering washed away in that one simple word, the one word she had longed to hear for so very long. She ran to him, meeting him halfway across the kitchen in a clumsy race that toppled one of the chairs as his arms went around her waist and she cradled his head against her shoulder. He was almost too tall now, nearly her height, but a boy always fits into his mothers arms and she held him close, crying into his hair, aware that his eyes were wet against her shirt and his shoulders were shaking with quiet sobs.
They sank to the floor, legs sprawled gracelessly as she rocked her son much the same way she had done all his life, when he was sick, when he was sad, when he was hurt, when he was angry that he has lost a game at the beach, when he just wanted a hug. He clung to her, and even if Riku and Tidus and Leon and Aladdin and Hayner and everyone else had walked in at that moment, he wouldn't have cared in the slightest, because even if he looked like the biggest baby in the world, it didn't matter.
Sora was finally home.
o o o
I hate trying to go to bed with something like this in my mind. I started playing KH the other day for the first time in a while, and got to thinking about Sora's mum. Hence, the above. As for the two years thing, I know in the English KHII, they say it's a year later, but I go by the Japanese two year thing, because Sora looks more 16 than 15 in KHII.