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..::Wonders::…
Number one is just that – numbers. A stupid mistake, yeah, but then it's Rai we're talking about, so nothing new here. It's not like Roxas ever cared about numbers (never mind thirteen, hovering at the back of his mind).
Two gets serious, and it's all about shadows and reflections of reflections, but as he comes to (and even though he's got some new bruises, that he's sure weren't there before), well, it was surely just too much sun beating and light in his eyes and his too-vivid imagination going wild again.
Three is Vivi. After all, Vivi by himself is quite a wonder, a curiosity, but a dozen? He's having some sort of sickness, Roxas thinks, because anyway, Vivi had never been a good fighter (and no, that time at the Struggle tournament was just a fluke, he says to himself, as if trying to convince someone – him).
Then it's four, and there are bloody balls flying through the damn wall, and he has to stop himself from telling his friend that no, that wasn't him throwing that last one out, it came out of the wall, and something's wrong, wrong, wrong, and no, it's not him who's got a problem, but he says nothing, because who'd believe him anyway? He doesn't even believe himself.
Five, and yeah, sure, that was just a dog in the bag, and so what if he doesn't think a dog would ever be able to jump and run like that with an adolescent boy on his back? Maybe it's just a strong dog, maybe he just doesn't know anything about dogs, and yeah, sure, it's all normal (no it's not, a whisper in his mind, banished in a heartbeat).
Six, and he's counting all in his head, checks those wonders and thinks, well Roxas, school project's going so great, uh? Because he could swear he's seen the train, but his friends haven't and it's not at the station, so maybe yeah, sorry guys, must be one of my bad days, and no problem, everything'll be just fine.
And there comes seven, and he's standing in front of that creepy old mansion, and he knows there's that girl-ghost (her name's Naminé, he remembers, all pale hair and clear eyes) at the window, behind the curtains. There's no one, Pence says, so Roxas says, okay, and lets it go.
And he thinks, well, with all those strange dreams (sora donald goofy and sand and sea and island and keys and heartless and all those things he does(n't) know) I've been having lately, it's quite possible he's gone off his rocker.
Damn wonders those were, and it's only later, when he's seen the girl again and gone downstairs, and seen the computers and screens and finally, finally understands, looking up to that other part of him suspended in that crystal flower, that he realizes none of it was real and yet was very much so and -
The greatest wonder is that he can't really bring himself to care.
(goodbye, his not-heart whispers to data-based people and friends and games and joys, but it's only the space of a moment, before it's swept away by a gust of nothingness and almost-darkness and not-quite-light)