A/N: New fanfic, againnn. :DD So like, I know I've been pretty mopey about Echoing Heart being a piece of…well…junk (like my saxophone, teehee). But I had a random inspiration burst for a new fanfic. So yeaaah, haha. I hope you guys will like this one! Please R&R! And I don't own any characters or copyrights in this story unless told otherwise. (:

February 8-

Money was never an object.

It was the answer to everything, the answer to all problems in the world.

No food? Hire the cook to whip something up.

No clothes? Hire a tailor.

Didn't finish your homework? Get one of the smart kids to write it for you, for a pretty copper penny.

Get arrested? Pay for bail.

Love someone?

Well, that's different.

I learned that love wasn't something you could pay for. It was priceless, free of charge. Even this stupid journal my sister Kairi shoved in my face to write in, saying it would "help me in the future," cost more than love. A freaking silver coin. I coulda used that to bribe a nerd to write my music theory report.

I learned that love was pure, real. You can't just high-five someone and be like, "Hey! I love you!" It doesn't work like that.

I learned that love has rules, but it doesn't.

Get it?

This journal sucks. Like, seriously. I'm still wondering why Kai gave this thing to me. Is she predicting some kind of apocalypse that'll kill off everyone and I'll need to record my "feelings" for any sort of life that survives and wants to hear my story? This story might not be something you want to hear. Oh, and piece of paper, I have no feelings.

I mean, sure, I have a heart. I laugh, I cry, I do all that stuff that most people do. But I never thought over would get in the way of my life. I swear, it's not even one of those obstacles where you could jump over or power smash. You have to face it head on, head first.

I hate writing in the first page of a journal, and then when I look back at it I realize how terrible of a writer I am. I've done this once before. But when I was like, 12. I'm 22 now. I should be old enough to not write in a journal. I swear.

Back to love. It's not exactly an easy-A. I mean, there's stuff you gotta commit to. Well, love isn't exactly like that. But…it's not like you can toy around with it, y'know?

Introductions, that's right. Very rude of me not to tell you who I am, dear reader. I know you found my journal. I don't know how, or where, or when. But I do know that you're gonna be sitting down and reading this piece of junk until you've finished cover to cover. You're gonna want to hear my story. Of how I find love, and whatever crap may happen to me along the way. This is your typical love story, with a few twists. I can already sense it, and it hasn't even started yet. Ah, who am I? The name's Axel. A-X-E-L. Get it memorized, I know that name is hard to forget. I'm 22, my birthday is in August, I love the color red, and I despise my father for being the rich man of this story who doesn't pay attention to his children. I'm reaching 6 foot 2, my hair is brighter than rubies, my eyes make emeralds jealous, and I can be selfish and irritable at times. This isn't a story of drugs and abusing, but love and war. Not war, but…it's the only thing I could come up with. Apologies.

Love.

Love.

Love.

It's a process. I'm still learning the art of it.

And my subject?

Roxas.

This sweet little servant who works in the northwest wing of my father's castle. Yes, I'm a prince. A rich snobby prince who only cares about himself. But that's just my image. In truth, I'm kind, understanding, and have a cunning nature. That's just what Kairi says about me though. But Roxas, he's just…a work of art. A tanned face, soft blond spikes, flowing ocean blue eyes, and a smile to kill for. Absolutely gorgeous. For a guy.

I'm gay.

Just wanted that to be known.

As long as my father doesn't find out, I should be fine. His kingdom forbids love of the same gender. Translated, I'm screwed over if he finds out.

Huh, I'm filling up space pretty fast and I've only been writing for 10 minutes. Makes me wonder how much I can fill up in an hour. Probably a lot, eh? Gee, Kairi would have a field day if she found out I was writing this much…

I love that kid, Roxas. Yeah, a kid. He's only at the tender age of 16. I'm 22, but that doesn't make me a pedophile…right?

…Right?

Who am I kidding, "talking" to a journal. But I know you're reading this, so it wouldn't matter. I'll have you know that I'm living in the highest of the highest of the hierarchy. That I live in a grand castle in Hallow Bastion. That if you screw around with me or my family (besides my father), you'll be dead before you can take your last breath. I can be violent when I choose to be.

As I write my thoughts down, I'm reminded of Roxas. Every single line, space, letter. Roxas. He's on every single one. I swear, would it be considered an obsession if I love him so much? The sad thing is, he doesn't know. I've been too chicken to ask him to lunch, Plus, he's merely a servant. And if word goes around that His Majesty Prince Axel is dating a peasant, it's basically off with my head. Well, maybe not my head…that's a little violent. But another something gruesome.

I've decided to spend today in the garden. The sun is about to set, and the view is quite beautiful from there. There's a mixture of yellows, oranges, and reds. Red, a beautiful color. Majestic, graceful, free. If I die, I'd want to become the color red. It's a given.

Sweet God, I must be sniffing Marluxia's flowers again. Such rambling thoughts for a lovely prince, he'd say. And then he'd grope my ass or try to do some other perverted thing. I swear.

I'm walking out to the garden now. I hear shouts of "Good evening, Prince Axel!" but I choose to ignore it. I must get to the garden in time for the sunset.

I have a canvas and paints set out by the silver roses. I use as much time as I can every day to paint the sunset and perfect it. I'm not sure what I'm going to do when it's finished, but I guess I can figure it out when the time is right. So far, the painting is just a bunch of blobs of gray and green. In case you're wondering, I've only started with the ground. You see, I'm going from the stone pavement up to the highest point of the sun when it sets. A work in progress, you might say.

I've just finished today's work. Not too shabby. But I fear I'm getting quite tired now, so I shall retreat for the night. Have fun going through this journal. I know you will.

A/N: Fwaah. Not to shabby, lol. THAT'S WHAT AXEL SAID. :'D So let me know if you guys like this! Even a simple "Continue" is good enough for me. Thanks so much for reading, love you all!