Stuck in an Elevator

Yeah I got the idea for this story when I was writing chapter 4 of my other story ( the Comic of Life's Love), but I really began to write this after I came back from visiting my Granny ( I don't know how, but I always get inspired by her "when-I-was-young-and-naïve"-stories )

So, here it is. Unlike my other story, I wrote this without actually making scenes for the story… If you get what I mean. Ah, whatever. I just wanted to make a Zemyx story because I'm also getting obsessed with them (I just can't seem to stop getting obsessed)

Have fun reading!

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Everyday is the same. Breakfast, coffee, reading a book, Lunch, Bacon, Reading a book, Dinner, Whatever Larxene's making, Reading a book. Only interrupted by a certain Mohawk-blonde that's always talking random crap and… a stuck elevator.




Chapter 1: Coffee and Hot Chocolate

I'm sure not a morning person. In fact, I hate mornings.

I hate getting up and going to the dining room where this whole "Let's-Eat-And-Have-A-Wonderful-Time-Together"-Environment is.

Thank god there's something like coffee. If there wasn't coffee, I would probably die in this hellish place called an Organization.


That's how I'm sitting at the table, taking small sips of my bitter coffee while reading my book.

Until this certain blonde came in.

"Gooood morning, everyone! What a lovely day, isn't it?" he greeted with his usual cheery voice that makes me tighten my grab around my cup that says "Best Granny of the Year" from annoyance everytime he does that.

"Hellooooo there, Zexy! Have you slept well?" the Nocturne said, sliding in the seat next to me.

"Quit calling me that, and no, I didn't sleep well."

Like usual.

Demyx' turquoise eyes went wide. "Oh? And why's that?"

Because you're always playing that gui -… Sitar of yours and singing your stupid lyrics, not realizing my room is next to yours.

"Uhm, well. I just couldn't sleep."

"What, why?" the musician insisted on an annoying tone, while trying to grab my hand in order to reply. "Did you have a bad dream?"

I rolled my eyes and tried to concentrate on the book I was reading.

"Hell no. I… just couldn't sleep."

"Awwwww come on, Zexy-"


"-You can tell me about your bad dream! I'm a good listener."

Oh? Is that why you usually don't hear me knocking on your door at night and yelling to be silent?!

Then Demyx used his most feared weapon (no, it wasn't his stupid sitar) – The puppy-dog eyes.


I gulped.

"Uhm… Well…" I turned away from the blond to get around his doggie eyes and took a sip of my coffee.

Then I saw Demyx making weird faces at my cup with "Best Granny of the Year".

Yeah, I know - I just like this cup because nobody else likes it.

"You actually like that stuff?" the blonde asked me, now a slightly disgusted undertone in his voice.

I frowned, then stared into my cup at the dark fluid.

Oh - He meant the coffee.

"Eh- Yeah."

Demyx cocked his head to one side and pouted like a child of nine. "Why?"

I heard myself sighing. "It keeps me awake."

Demyx stuck out his tongue. It looked unnaturally pink.

"Eug. I would prefer hot chocolate."

I frowned again, now facing him. "Hot chocolate?"

Demyx nodded wildly, grinning ear-to-ear, and I felt myself frowning even deeper.

Now I know why he's always so hyper - He's high on sugar and chocolate.

At least he stopped going on about that "Why-couldn't-you-sleep" –thing.

"Oh, but why couldn't you sleep?"


"Why do you want to know that so badly?" I groaned.

"Uhm… Well I don't know. I would like to know what your bad dream was about!"

"I didn't have a bad dream. We Nobodies can't dream at all, dummy."

"Don't say that!" Demyx exclaimed. "We can dream! I always have wonderful dreams about me being a rockstar and…"

"Yeah, yeah." I said, waving my hand dully. I looked at Demyx from the corners of my eyes, and decided to give in since it was totally hopeless to deny if Demyx wanted to know something.

"Okay, if you really want to know…" I continued, looking away from him.

It's because you're always playing your gui-… Sitar at night and singing awful lyrics and that's why I'm kept awake." I said in one breath, quickly turning to the page in my book to not look into his pouting face or whatever kind of face he was making now.

"Ooooh, is that it!" Demyx suddenly exclaimed cheerfully. Not offended at all. And I was sort of surprised by his reaction.

Not that we have feelings. We are Nobodies.

"Then I promise I won't do it again!" Demyx yelled in my ear.

I groaned and rested my forehead in my handpalm.

Urgh. He's so loud.

"Alright, I told you. Can you annoy somebody else now?"

"Aww but Zexy-!"


"-You're the only one that actually talks to me and treats me normal! All the other members are no fun to hang out with because they always shoo me away or scold me! And! And! I haven't told my dream to you yet!"

I tried to read my book as the blond next to me talked about randomness and crap.

"One night, I got this really exciting dream where I was a rock star and everybody wanted my autograph and-"

Philosophy – A mental science about the human mind…

"But then! A fan wanted to touch my sitar and actually broke it! I couldn't go on without my sitar! You know what I mean, eh? I mean-"

The human mind is very complex and complicated. While a person may act very obvious from the outside, in the inside it could be a total different person…

"If a fan destroyed your instrument, what would you do? I just couldn't get a new one. There are barely people who know what a sitar is-"

The most important thing is…

"The most important thing in my life would probably be my si-"

I closed my book and sighed.

"Do you really have to bother me all the time?!" I asked, slightly annoyed now. Demyx looked at me, his eyes wide.

I stood up and folded my book under my arm.

"If you don't mind- And if you do mind, I don't care- I'm going back to my room now…"

The blonde grabbed my arm while nagging. "Ah-Ah! Wait, Zexy! I wasn't finished!"

"I. Don't. Care." I snapped at him, jerking my arm back.

"And quit calling me that!"

With that said, I walked towards the door.

Oh, I can't wait till I'm in my room. Finally some peace and quiet…

"Aww, but Zexi-" Demyx whined. I turned around and gave him a deadly glare.

Demyx backed off, his eyes wide from surprise again.


I continued to stare at him for a couple of minutes. But looking into those round eyes, I found myself feeling a little… compassion.

Only a little. Nobodies can't feel at all.

I sighed to myself and looked at the wall, cursing silently.

"Fine. You can talk to me until we approach our rooms and then you leave me alone, okay?"

Demyx face began to get all cheery again and he nodded wildly, hopping after me like a lost puppy that could go home again.






As usual, I had to take the elevator to get to my floor.

Damn this building had many floors.

And on top of that, an annoying blonde was talking to me about crap I didn't even care for.

I found myself staring at the small characters saying 'first floor' , 'second floor' , etcetera, etcetera…

Slowly I pushed the button saying 'sixth floor' – my floor.

"You know, I like elevators." Demyx blabbed in my direction.

"They are a lot faster than stairs and you only have to look at the door because it opens in a minute again, and-"

I tightened my grab around the book under my arm.

Come on, keep it together… It's only for one or two minutes…

"Hey, Hey, Zexy--- Uh… Zexion… Do you like elevators?"

"No. I hate them."



"Well, I like them!"

I bowed my head in frustration.

Uhg. He gives me a headache.

"Good for you." I heard myself groan.

At the moment I said that, the elevator began to shake. I was thrown to one side, soon before Demyx crushed onto me and we hit the ground.

"What the hell!" I cursed, looking around the small room, trying to find the cause.

"Owww, my head…" Demyx moaned while getting up. He blinked his eyes a couple of times and then looked at me.

"What's happening?"

"How should I know?!" I shouted at him.

Then the elevator shook again. We fell back and forth, hitting the walls a couple of times, and, before the small room stopped shaking, I hit the back of my head . Hard.

I felt a horrible pain tear through my head, before everything went black before my eyes.

All I could hear was a far voice shouting at me.


Then I passed out.

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Oh gosh. I ended up using the passing-out scene again… Sorry people! I guess that's really the only way for me to end a first chapter D:

Still hope you liked it! Leave a comment please :)

By the way- This will be a three-shot fanfic.

I'll update soon!