The Sacred Sneer
A.k.a: The Diary Adventures
By Zess

Summery: Prequelish to The Holy Smirk. (That means you got to read the Holy Smirk to understand any of this o-k?) Kidding. Daily posted blurbs about Roxas's & Axel's days in the Guard.

Other Stuff: Daily Short chapters for X amount of time. Mostly Shonen-Ai some Yaoi way later, AU, Kingdom Hearts Based, AkuRoku, Zemyx, Rated M To appease my hentai mind. Language. Humor/Romance/Action/Adventure/Drama. I own nothing but this story.

Time: Two or so Centuries ago.

Place: Castle XIII, Noivilbo, and Ynitsed Isle. (Mahwah Turn your Monitor backwards)

A/N: This is the second time I'm writing this, so it's much more rushed then the first time around, but I hope you still like it. Um . . . Dedicated to everyone who loved The Holy Smirk and especially Neferet0210, because it was requested! Yay! So if you like this, send your thanks.

Now read it already dammit!

Three:
Fight Fight Chicken

The stranger raised his eyebrows, which were just as red as his flaming hair, and turned to face Roxas fully. Roxas gritted his teeth against the need to back up a step under the piercing stare. Never before had he seen such an intense look. It made him feel the same way as when the cook caught him sneaking extra desert. And he didn't like it, no not one bit.

"You sure talk a lot short stuff." His voice had a bit of a laugh behind it. The kind of voice that held depth and secrets and more then a little bit of mischievousness.

And there was that insult again, or at least what Roxas saw as an insult. It was the beginning days all over again, with everyone laughing and picking on him just because of his size. Well, he had shoved their faces into the dirt and had made them recognize just how good he was. If he could that before, he could do it again with this vagrant nobody.

"I only say what I mean Bigfoot, and I'm going to clobber you if you don't apologize!" Roxas shouted, and totally belying his words, dropped his sword, ducked quickly under the wooden fence railing and ran straight for the giant.

With a feign left, a feign right, and a side step Roxas set himself up behind the tall red head, swinging his leg around in a neat roundhouse aimed right for his opponent's midsection. He was taken quite off guard when long fingers wrapped around his ankle.

He quickly jerked back before his leg could be captured and stared at the stranger, his eyes wide.

He's. . . pretty good.

So good, in fact, that Roxas was unsure if he could actually win against this new rival. No one had been able to dodge his attacks before, let alone counter attack. But all the other boys were watching, and if he lost here he would become The Runt again, and he just couldn't let that happen. He would never willingly let things go back to the way they were before. Never. No matter what.

He looked right, and he looked left, judging the distance between him and the red head, between him and the fence where his blade lay. Hand to hand combat wasn't his strongest, his strength still being a little weak, but no one had been able to get anywhere near him in his ability with swords.

It's time to get serious.

And before you knew it he was running back to the railing, and making a dramatic slide seen only in old baseball film reels. It didn't matter much that baseball had centuries before it was invented. It's the idea that matters. So he slid along on the soft packed dirt and swept his blade up into his hand, jumping to his feet only moments after and giving what he thought was his most intimidating glare.

The red head just laughed. We can all understand why. A twelve year old Roxas trying to be tough would be too cute for anyone to resist. But our dear Roxas saw it only as another jab at his barely matured male ego. His blue eyes closed into only sapphire slits and he breathed harshly through his mouth with the weight of his anger and frustration. He was a formidable opponent! He wanted to be treated as one.

The stranger seemed to notice Roxas's change and raised his eyebrows again. What a fireball. In truth the stranger had only wanted to practice, had never meant to draw such attention but having such a flamboyant appearance tended to draw stares whether he wanted them or not. And now he was being attacked and berated by a shrimp with cunning blue eyes that pulled at the pit of his stomach for a reason he didn't understand.

"Fight me," Roxas growled out between clenched teeth, and he meant it with everything in his being. Because, well, he had something to prove.

The red head's shoulders drooped, and he sighed. But then he looked back at the fierce determination shining in those blue eyes that held him so mesmerized and smirked again. Well, the best training was always against someone else, and this shrimp actually looked like a formidable opponent, no matter his size. Perhaps this could be entertaining.

"Bring it on."

A/N: Please read and review. I'm not making them any longer.