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.

Uh. . . this is the last chapter for now. Later on, once I get the sequel started, this will continue as the complete Dear Diary Adventures. That will be all about Axel and Roxas's actual adventures in the Guard. Being stupid and fighting things and each other and the like. I wanted to wrap this part up for now, so I can concentrate on some of the other stuff for a bit and not leave you guys hanging. So, hope you enjoy.

FLUFFY!

Seven:

Humpty Dumpty

Roxas's eyes were wide with shock. They grew larger and filled with mist as the long arms surrounding him tightened. What. . . what was happening? He thought he hated this boy from the bottom of his heart. This red head had taken away in one fell swoop what he had worked so hard to gain only a semblance of. And now, when there was nothing left, he was here, comforting Roxas? Those arms and the warmth and shelter they provided were too much for Roxas. In this embrace Roxas found what he wanted more than anything in the world. To be loved, to be accepted, if only by one person but. . .

"Why," He whispered into the mass of red hair that was covering his face. "Why did it have to be you?"

And Axel just didn't know. He had never expected things to turn out this way, had never wanted to be in this place. He had only wanted to please his mother's memory. He didn't want fame, or recognition, or anything. He just wanted to be good enough that his mom could be proud. And yet now? In this place, with his arms wrapped tightly around a stranger boy, comforting him, Axel found something he had never knew that he had lost, someone to care for. Someone to live for. Perhaps, it had not been the other that Axel had been talking to when he said "you're not alone anymore." Perhaps he had been talking to himself, from his own heart. Was this, where he was meant to be?

"I still don't know you're name, short stuff." Axel whispered into the silky blonde hair tickling his nose.

As the soft breath hit his ear, in and oddly soothing and addictive manner, Roxas wondered. Was it, was this really as bad as he had made it all out to be? He really had no idea who this red headed giant was, as a person. Even though he himself hated being prejudged by everyone around him, hadn't he done the same thing to this stranger? And yet, here they were, still cuddling close to each other, and the red head had started it. He had. . .been there for Roxas, even though he knew nothing about him, when no one else had ever been. So why was he still angry? Or was he really just. . . afraid?

"Roxas."

Axel moved back a bit so he could look into a set of blue eyes that were filled with expression. And that he did, though albeit with a bit of confusion.

"What?"

Roxas's eyes nearly crossed. He had finally decided to give this guy a chance and look what happens. The red head turns out to be a total moron. Oh well, what was the saying, beggars can be choosers?

"R-O-X-A-S, Got it memorized?"

Axel laughed, though a strange shiver was running down his spine. Somehow, that last statement just didn't fit well on his nerves. There was just something. . . completely wrong with it. But, now was not the time to worry about such things. "Nice ta meet cha, short stuff."

Roxas hastily retreated and glared, as he had never glared before, at the taller boy. "What gives!? I told you my name so quit calling me short stuff, stupid red headed giant boy!"

"Stupid read headed giant boy? That's a new one."

"Well, 'I don't know your name so what else am I supposed to call you' isn't that right, stupid giant? Besides, I bet you dye your hair that color just for attention!"

"Attention? Why would I want such a stupid thing. And this is my natural color."

"Oh yeah? Well why don't you prove it then?"

"Fine, I will."

With that statement, where full blown war was clearly the outcome, Axel moved away from his new blonde counterpart and begun untying the uniform of his hose leggings. Roxas's eyes got wide again, and he moved back in a cat like fashion, visibly perturbed.

"Wha-What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm going to prove that this is my natural color, short stuff."

And he preceded to do so. Adamantly.

It was quite a while later that the pair was able to recover from the shock. Well, perhaps that's a it of a sweeping statement. In truth, Roxas had to manage to stop staring, muttering, and pointing wildly with his index finger. But, once the muttering had stopped, Axel looked up from his construction of fuzz pyramids, created by scrounging pieces off of the fur rug on the floor of his room.

"Are you through?"

Roxas just stared at him, his eyes still half blank. "What?"

"You kept going, 'abba, abba, abba' over and over again, and twitching."

In remembrance, Roxas said nothing, only continued staring. Staring, however, made Axel quite uncomfortable, so he shifted back and forth under such a scrutinizing gaze, pushing his tiny pile of fuzz from side to side.

"Axel." The word was soft spoken, and meant only to break the silence. It also managed to jerk Roxas out of his reverie.

"What?"

"Axel. . .It's my name." For some reason, Axel felt as if he should be saying something witty to go along with it, but just couldn't quite put his finger on what it should be. Roxas on the other hand, really had nothing to say. He also thought he should have some kind of witty come back but, being two thousand years early, knew nothing of the inventions of cars.

So all he could come up with was a simple, "Oh." It was however, unusual how Axel's name kept repeating over and over inside his mind, as if it knew instinctively that, should be ever forget it, all would be lost.

It went quiet once more, and neither of them felt comfortable in it. There was so much that needed to be said, that needed to be explained between them, with both sides hoping desperately to not be rejected.

Finally, Roxas could stand it no more.

"Gia-Axel?" The name sounded foreign, and yet meant to be on his tongue.

"Yeah short stuff?" Axel looked up from his pyramid styling to meet another angry gaze. He laughed and ran a hand through his spikey hair. "Sorry, sorry, it's just too funny to see you get all riled up. So, Yeah Roxas?"

He just didn't know what to make of him, that was exactly right. Roxas had no idea how to define Axel, and perhaps. . . Perhaps that's why it felt so good to be with him. To Roxas, Axel was like freedom from all the obligations that he had set himself up for. He needed to prove himself, he needed to be a good student, needed to be the best at fighting, needed to be on time, and dress a certain way, and act a certain way. . . and for what? There was no reason for him to be anything but, well, anything but who he wanted to be.

"You got to say something Rox? Or you just testing out my name?" Axel did a sort of waggling of his eyebrows, and for the first time, Roxas smiled. A genuine true smile, and it caught Axel completely. He knew then and there that Roxas's smile would never let him go. But, perhaps it was what came next, that was the real reason Axel's heart was captured.

Roxas ignored the shortening of his name for now and threw himself at his taller counterpart and buried his face in Axel's chest. The stunned red head was shocked into immobilization for a moment before hesitantly wrapping his arms around the little blonde.

"What's up Roxas?"

So this. . . this is how it felt to have someone you could. . . believe in. This is exactly what Roxas had been waiting for. Someone. Just someone who would be there.

"Thank you Axel. I-I'm glad. I'm glad that I met you. Will you, be my friend?"

One set of green eyes and another of blue clashed and melded beyond all recognition. Theses two pairs of eyes would never look as deeply, or show such emotion for any other eyes as they did for each other.

"And don't you ever call me Rox again."

Well, perhaps there will be a few bumps and bruises along the way for two heroes. But, for them, it's enough that they have each other.

The end. For now. Will be re-begun in July. Hope you enjoyed.