A/N: Wheee, mindless attempt at fluff, in which details are unexplained and crack rules all. Please to read and review if it tickles your fancy!

MIRROR

It does not surprise her that she has come to Wonderland again. She merely wishes that she could know if it was a dream or a proper visit this time. She is considering how long it may take for her to learn how to fall up a rabbit-hole when she sees something run past her: a boy a few years older than she, with hair and eyes the same color as hers.

"Oh, oh, excuse me!" she says to the boy running in quite the wrong direction. "Are you lost here too?"

"I'm not lost," the boy replies stubbornly, eyes bright like the noonday sky.

"Oh! I do beg your pardon. I am sorry I assumed you were," she says apologetically. There is no reply, but then Alice realizes how rude she's been not to introduce herself.

"Do forgive my manners! My name is Alice. May I ask yours?"

"I'm Roxas," he supplies, and she's very pleased to see his lips curl up in a small smile.

"It's an honour to meet you, Roxas," she replies, curtsying properly as she tries out the name. "But are you certain we haven't met before?"

"Why would you think that?"

"It's just that you look rather familiar to me, that's all," she says, a finger on her chin.

"And who do I look like?" he asks.

"Sora!" she exclaims brightly, and because his frown confuses her, she takes it to mean he's never heard of Sora before.

"He's another boy I met here, in Wonderland," she clarifies, and studies Roxas' face closely until she comes up with a conclusion. "Why, if you don't mind me saying, you look like him, a little! Yes, if he was ever in a mirror, he'd probably look just like you."

"Huh? Oh, thanks," Roxas says, looking down and away from her. Alice proceeds to continue her musings aloud.

"Well, I suppose theories cannot always be theories," she admits. "They must be proven at one time or another. I will have to put my theory to work, as anyone properly should."

He isn't given any time to ask how she plans to test it before she presses her lips to his. She tastes vaguely of afternoon tea and scones, and he does not protest it at all, even if she's standing on his toes to reach his mouth.

"Curiouser and curiouser!" she exclaims when she pulls away and drinks in his bright pink face.

She smiles brightly and proclaims: "You kiss just like him, too!"

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