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: 2 page chapters of a long ass one-shot, broken down because I felt like it. 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 Neferet10210, because it was requested! Yay! So if you like this, send your thanks.

Now read it already dammit!

Six:
The Beginning Of A Disease

Axel turned at the sound of the laughing voice just in time to see a boy shorter then him but taller then the blonde shrimp he had just faced land a square kick right into the unconscious boy's face. The attacker had dark black hair and a wickedly evil smile as he readied himself for another kick to the blonde's midsection. Axel felt his body moving before his mind even had time to react. He grabbed the black haired boy by the front of his tunic and quite literally threw him over his own shoulder. The boy must have landed painfully based off of the loud thudding noise that Axel heard, but he really didn't pay any attention to it. The cronies that had surrounded the unconscious blonde fled after who, Axel supposed, was their defeated leader.

It didn't really matter to him. What mattered was this feeling of absolute rage that was clenching his chest. He didn't feel rage very often, being a normally easy going person so it was an unexpected experience. Even more surprising was that, along with his rage, he felt a stabbing of possessiveness for the small blonde. Something inside him was making him need to protect the small blonde with. . . everything he had? This all wasn't making much sense to Axel, but just staring at the bruise not forming on he blonde's cheek wasn't really going to answer all of his questions.

So, he scooped the bruised and still mostly unconscious blonde into his arms and headed back towards his new domicile. With the small body clutched protectively to Axel's chest he felt a sort of rightness of the entire situation. Brushing a stray lock of blonde hair from the closed eyes that he knew were an amazing shade of sapphire as he ran Axel smiled a little.

"Maybe now I can at least learn your name. . .short stuff."

Roxas felt like his whole face, and he couldn't quite figure out why. You'd think that he didn't know why because he had been knocked unconscious and would therefore have to go through the cliché "where am I?" syndrome but that wasn't the case. He remembered exactly what had happened, and on top of his physical pain his ego was screeching in agony. So, he understood the screeching agony, he just didn't quite understand why he was aching so much all over.

He tried to open his eyes and realized that he couldn't, well, he couldn't open at least one of his eyes anyways. It seemed to be swollen shut. Now, he remembered fighting the stranger rival and getting punched and therefore knocked unconscious but he in no way remembered anything happened to his face. In fact, much to his own chagrin, Roxas had to admit that the red headed giant had been unnecessarily gentle while they were fighting. It was unnecessary only because Roxas had been quite literally trying to kill him.

With a few more tries he managed to open his remaining eye and was met with sight of unfamiliar surroundings. He would have panicked a bit if he had not been also met with the sight of the red haired boy who had beat him earlier. Well, the room wasn't Roxas's so it had to be this boy's.

"What am I doing here?"

The red head jerked around from his desk, almost falling off of his chair in surprise. "You're awake."

"No, I constantly have conversation in my sleep."

Instead of being incensed as Roxas was hoping for, the red head just smiled and lounged back in his wooden desk chair. "You've got quite a mouth, short stuff."

"I am not short!" If his bruised ego hadn't been completely against the idea of another round of defeat Roxas would have tried to murder the red head a second time.

"What else do I have to call you but short stuff?"

That sent Roxas for a loop. He didn't really know what this guy's motive was. Had all of the tormenting been just because he wanted to know Roxas's name? He didn't like the idea that he had attacked someone without just cause so he let that idea float away along with all the other ideas he had forgotten. No, this green bean, or rather red bean, look alike had purposefully tormented him and was in no way in the clear. Besides, he was now sprouting a huge swollen bruise on his face that was most likely the red head's fault. The giant must have punched him again while he was unconscious. That was just too low.

"What the hell happened to my face you bastard?"

But yet again the red head wasn't goaded into getting mad. "You got punched; some black haired kid who called you Runt." He summarized.

Roxas was shocked to say the least. Not only had he made a mistaken assumption about the character of the red head, but the other boys had already begun to tease him? He knew that if he lost people wouldn't hold him in high regard anymore, and he knew they would start calling him The Runt again, but he had never imagined that it would happen so quickly. He had thought, no, he had hoped, that if they were really going to start picking on him again, that they would at least give him some time to think up some kind of battle plan against it, a way to think up something to retaliate with. Or something. He was, in short, devastated. Why wasn't there at least one person who he could trust to never turn their back on him?

"I hate it," he whispered. "I hate being the one that everyone picks on. Sometimes, I wish that I could just disappear." He hung his head as tears of frustration and hopelessness began to form and make their way down his cheeks.

And then suddenly there were arms around him that reminded him of sticks with skin and he was being smothered by a mass of red hair. Was this guy. . . holding him?

"You're not alone anymore. . ."

A/N: It was longer. Feel special. READ AND REVIEW! Nenene.