Still don't own Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy or Romeo and Juliet. I don't even own the two OCs mentioned. What do I own? Good question...

As soon as the emergency lighting system had slowly flickered on, Roxas had chosen to situate himself as far from Axel as was spatially possible and exercise his right to a death glare every time the redhead tried to speak. Axel was fairly certain that this was not meant as a friendly sign. Maybe on some distant planet in the next galaxy over, but not on this planet. Unless Roxas was from another planet, which would explain quite a lot actually.

"Come on; don't fail me now," was Axel's mantra as he dialed one of the numbers he knew by heart. "Just give me five minutes." He ignored the muttering from the corner that sounded suspiciously and disturbingly like "I hate you, you spawn of hell", spared a brief moment to ponder that sentence, and continued in finding a rescuer to save him from being castrated, decapitated, or worse this weekend.

Three rings and Axel wondered if the siblings were running around the house trying to find the cordless phone or if they were out buying—

Reno's voice. "This is Reno--" Axel swore that he'd practically memorized the entire answering machine greeting, original as it was. He mouthed the next words along with Remi. "We're out of popcorn! Agh!" There was a pause of processing moment for the red-haired, ponytailed older brother before a disbelieving "What?! Man..." and sudden remembrance that he was being recorded took hold. "Uh, yeah, and Remi's pad. If you--" Remi's interruption in the background sounded closer this time. "We need to go buy some! Come on!"

"--need either of us, we'll be busy--"

"Shopping for popcorn, so yeah, leave a message. Reno, let's—mMF!"

A faint scuffle was heard. Then Reno's voice again. "We'll get back to you, yo. Hey! Don't you dare bite my--" Axel sighed and, just for continuity's sake, gave an exaggerated press of the lips for the machine's irritating "BEEP."

Not that he had placed much hope in Reno being able to help him out even if he had been home. What with the prank war between brother and sister, and no guarantee of either of them remembering where Reno's copy of the key to the mainframe room was. Demyx, on the other hand…

-

Zexion both found it convenient and despised that the lounge's only phone was a cordless one. So it allowed you to be mobile while conversing via the phone, but it was hell to get off its cradle with one hand. And if you happened to be mixing two drinks at the same time while trying to balance a certain someone's sitar against the counter and the phone decided to ring at that exact moment…

Trying to preserve some remnant of his chipped dignity, the indigo-haired teenager shifted his weight and trapped the precariously balanced instrument between boot and counter. Momentarily transferring both drinks to one hand, he reached—reached, not dove, never dove, not he—for the phone, yanking hard on the handset and shoving it between his shoulder and ear and redistributing the drinks evenly between his briefly free hands. He allowed a quick breath of relief before articulating a conversational "What?" as calmly as was possible into the speaker.

"Geez, aren't you polite?"

Zexion sighed again, this time in mild annoyance, and carefully resumed preparing the two drinks. "Axel."

"What the hell were you doing?"

"It's Kia's sixteenth. What do you think I'm doing?"

"Ah."

Zexion continued as if Axel had not interrupted. "Mixing guava-flavored nonalcoholic beverages, what else?"

-

Axel grinned. "So is Reno there?"

"Supposed to be. He's probably running late, unsurprisingly."

"Yeah. Hey, bet you Remi stole his motor's keys and he stole them back and forgot where he hid them after that."

"A reasonable theory and likely to be true. Did you need something?"

"Demyx there?"

"Yes—wait a second." There was a brief pause before Zexion's words filtered through the speaker again, albeit slightly indistinctly and not directed at the caller this time. "You're welcome. Yeah, it's Axel. He wants to talk to you." Said pyro could just barely make out Demyx's chipper and slightly giddy voice in the brief lull that followed. Non-alcoholic drinks, my ass. The response to whatever Demyx had just said interrupted his musing. "Dem, no. I am not entertaining those overexcited adolescents." A conversation free silence fell, flawed by laughs, talking, and other general party noises in the background. Axel's smirk widened as the realization sank in that Zexy was probably thawing fast under the assault of Demyx's pleading sea-green eyes.

"Fine." Not completely reluctant defeat in his voice. "You're incorrigible."

"Not sure what that means, Zexy, but I think it explains why you love me." The next pause that followed had a new, barely audible element added to it. Axel mentally stored away the sound of a faint moan he was pretty sure had emitted from a certain normally stoic teenager as fodder for the future. Meanwhile, however, he was still stuck in an elevator. Mustn't forget that little complication. Ok, so Roxas's scowling presence would keep him from going bat-shit insane and make this more interesting, but the space offered no room to escape from retribution should Roxas not be amused by some of Axel's ideas stemming from boredom. "Guys? Help me now and make out later?"

He was pretty sure his request had either gone unheeded or unheard for it took another minute or so before Demyx's now breathless voice came through. The musician was definitely going to foot the phone bill for this call, puppy eyes be damned. "Hey Axel. What?"

"Do you have the key to the Shinra mainframe room?"

"Yep! Why? Are you locked in there? Now, why would you be—"

"No! I mean, it's not what you think—"

"Wow, you're defensive. Makes you look more guilty, you know."

Axel did a slow mental count to five before slowly articulating, "I am not locked in that room. I'm stuck in the elevator."

"Ooh." Demyx's knowing tone assured Axel that he really didn't want to know what thoughts were going through the older teenager's brain. An impatient clearing of the throat from Roxas caused him to roll his eyes and refocus on the task at hand. "So. Key?"

"Right! Yeah, I've got it. When do you want me to come?"

Axel tossed another glance at the severely peeved blonde slouched in the opposite corner. "Preferably before Roxas rips out my intestines." The fierce glare that transferred to him from the elevator wall told him that he was correct. However, Demyx's laugh told him that, while the information had been true, Axel had made a big mistake in conveying said fact to Demyx.

"Wait, wait! You're stuck. In an elevator. With Roxas Hunter?!" Axel sighed as the near hysterical laughter began anew. Oh, he was so screwed… "Demyx? Just get over here with the damn key? Please?"

The laughter gradually died off and yet another long pause followed as Demyx apparently mulled this over. It was either that or he was putting the finishing touches on whatever crazy plan he had worked out in the last thirty seconds and Axel was really hoping that this was not the case.

"No, I don't think so. I wanna see how far you and Roxy will go if you guys stay locked up together. Hey, it'll be like Seven Minutes in Heaven!"

"Demyx!"

"Well, more like a few days in heaven. Oh hush hush, I'll come by sooner or later and let you out. Play nice, boys!" Wild cackle of laughter.

"Demyx, damn it! I will burn your si—"

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo…croaked his cell phone.

Axel, now completely stony-faced, mechanically flipped the rapidly dying cell phone shut, letting its last two seconds of existence be in peace. He was going to kill Demyx torturously and slowly.

"You suck," came the encouraging voice from the corner. Mmhm, Demyx was going to die. Meanwhile, he had a definitely entertaining and fun weekend to look forward to. The sarcasm dripped and made an invisible pool on the shifting floor.