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Prologue: Ouverture.

Soft piano music was flowing through the empty hallways of the music school.

The long, slender fingers of a boy with slate coloured were dancing over the piano keys as he played. The song was getting to a crescendo as it's timbre got darker and darker. Despite the beauty of the music piece the boy playing it looked bored, a dull expression in his eyes.

The lady that was sitting beside him, his teacher, had a bright smile on her lips as she watched her best pupil play. She clapped cheerfully when he finished. "That was perfect Zexion. I didn't hear a single mistake and your timing was perfect every time, congratulations."

Zexion just looked blankly at her, nodding lightly at her praise, murmuring "Thank you." A sigh escaped his lips as he stared down at the piano keys, the on-going praising about how good he was and that one day he'll probably become just as famous or even more than his parents, of his teacher nothing more than a faint voice in the background.

Oh how he would like to be able to live a life of his own and make decisions for himself yet at the same time he didn't want to disappoint or hurt his parents by standing up against them. Nor was it like he had a solid idea of what else he would do with his life. "I guess I must have gotten used to it." He thought.

His eyes directed themselves towards his teacher once more as he heard her say "Well then, that was it for today Zexion. Good evening and see you next week." A bright smile on her lips as she stood up.

Zexion nodded and stood up as well. He put on his coat and grabbed his bag before turning towards her once more. "Good evening to you too, ma'am." He then walked out of the room into the hallway. Another sigh escaped his delicate lips as he started walking towards the stairs on the other end of the hallway, fingers brushing his long bangs out of his face. Of course it immediately fell back in front of his right eye.

While glancing out of the window and looking at the many stars at the night sky he descended the stairs.

When he stepped out of the building the cold November air hit him like a rock. He took out his scarf from his bag and put it on, snuggling it its warmth. He stuffed his hands deeply into his pockets and started walking the streets. Staring up at the starry sky every now and then while the fallen leaves crisped under his feet. "Oh how nice it would be to hang high in the sky shinning, no worries nor obligations." A faint smile spread over his lips.

When he turned a corner and spotted his house he started walking a little bit faster. His ears and nose felt as if they were going to fall off of his head and his fingers and toes had started to sting.

He was almost running when he entered his garden. He quickly stuck his key in the keyhole and almost jumped inside. After closing the door he pulled his scarf down from his face as he walked into the living room towards the thermostat. It was always turned down when no one was at home. He turned it up and headed towards the kitchen.

He grabbed a few eggs, some leftover vegetables and grated cheese from the fridge and placed everything on the counter. He dug in one of the cupboards and found a small pan.

The house was staring to heat up so Zexion took of his scarf and coat, hanging them on a chair. He then turned to the stove and threw everything in the pan to make himself an omelette.

God, he really hated winter. He hated the cold and the depressing look of nature. He couldn't understand how people liked to play in the snow. You only ended up being frozen to the core.

With his omelette done he grabbed a fork and sat himself at the table, not bothering with a plate.

When he finished he placed the fork and pan into the dishwasher and grabbed his coat and scarf before heading upstairs towards his room. The thought of being able to continue reading his book made him smile ever so lightly. His room, his own little sanctuary.

He neatly hung his coat and scarf away and took of his shoes before laying down on his bed with his eyes closed. He just lay still for a few moments, his mind empty from everything music related. A content sigh escaped his lips.

He then opened his cobalt blue eyes and let then scan over his room. It was a neat room. The most remarkable thing was that there were bookshelves wherever there was place for them, the room was filled with books. His laptop lay closed on his desk and beside it was a box that was filled with sheet music for piano, violin and song.

Zexion got up from his bed and walked towards his window the close the curtains before grabbing a book and sitting back on his bed, back pressed against the wall. The quickly flipped his nightlight on and opened the book where his bookmarker was. He liked reading in the dim light of his nightlight, it gave him a cozy feeling.

Woohoo, a Zemy multi-chap fic. I've wanted to write one for a while now but never had any inspiration. Actually this was just a random idea that came from watching the Mythbusters blow up an piano and listening to Beethoven's Egmond Ouverture in the shower. But I've already learned that my most random ideas are almost always the best ones.

I have a fairly solid plot set for this story yet that might change knowing that my stories more often than not decide to have a life of their own.

Oh, and I recommend the omelette Zexion makes to everyone, it's one of my favourite things to eat.

Please tell me what you thought of it. Reviews make me very very happy.