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Indifference
…duck duck goose.
Things always came in threes, he mused one day wryly.
In his life that has begun to feel as if it has never belonged to him by an unjustified right, good – and even bad – things seemed to come in threes.
There were three trains in the town; one to Downtown, one in Downtown, and the Mystery Ghost Train rumored to haunt Sunset Hill. There were three skateboards he prided himself upon, having painted them an exquisite style himself. The maximum number of ice-cream scoops you could get at the local sundae shop was three; there were three main meals in the day, and three different sunsets you could watch, depending on the season – summer, autumn, and mid-winter through spring.
There were three main shops down by the Bulletin Board, three shopkeepers whom he was great friends with. Even, by some ironic twist of fate, the three shopkeepers were the best friends.
Just like Olette, Hayner, and Pence – the three ice-cream loving kids with a not-so-hidden distaste for Seifer.
Just like Seifer, Fuu, and Rai, – Vivi didn't count any longer, seeing as how he was strangely almost never seen by them anymore – the three trouble-making self-proclaimed Disciplinary Committee of Twilight Town.
Just like the three children on the island in his dreams – the ones who wanted to make a raft and sail away to find new worlds with their carefree naïve natures.
Just like the boy, the dog, and the duck in his other dreams – the heroes that went around saving worlds from strange creatures with bottomless yellow pits for eyes and a taste for human hearts.
Just like the three keys he kept having flashes of lately – the one the brunette boy carried, the one with the silver blade and gold handle; the one just the same, only reversed with a golden blade and shining silver handle… and the other, one with dark midnight colors and etches of blood-red stamped onto it with carefully-carved designs on its sides.
There were other keys he kept seeing, too – three of them. The previously mentioned one that sent shivers down his spine and made hate and regret fill his heart, and two others – brilliant white and carefully schemed, a golden star of a sort within it, and a midnight blue and black one, its metal bindings reminding him of chains.
Thrice, he was part of a three as well.
He didn't completely understand how he knew that, but he felt that he was once part of something larger.
Once, he was part of a three from the children at the beach yet not truly himself.
Once, he was part of a three made up from the duck, the dog and the boy with the key, a feeling of strange emptiness in himself.
Once, he was part of a three – The Pyro, The Wimp, and The Key, they were called. They were somewhere… somewhere where it always rained. Who were they?
He couldn't match up a face to the name.
But strangely enough, he knew them and missed them.
In the town dubbed as Twilight Town for its magnificent, never-ending twilight skies, a town that no longer felt like home, Roxas mused that good things always came in threes.
He was just the odd one out.