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: Dedicated to everyone who loved The Holy Smirk and especially Neferet10210, because it was requested! Yay! So if you like this, send your thanks.

And I, look back on everything that I thought I missed, And I, wish I could get back all the things I'd missed.

Three:

Misfortune

It was apparent that the one who had stepped forward was the leader, as he stood a head or so above all the others, even Axel only making it to the man's belly button. On top of his monstrous size the man held what appeared to be a large club made of oak, sprouting a large knob on the end of one side. If even once blow landed with such a weapon, either of the boys would be easily defeated. Or dead.

Axel looked down at Roxas's pale face and realized that this was the first time that either of them had ever been in a situation as such. The practice courts had in no way readied them for this type of thing. And even though Axel knew that Roxas was the best fighter in the whole of Noivilbo, even surpassing his own abilities, if Roxas's shaking was any sign, the blonde was downright terrified. Hell, Axel himself was shaking so hard he felt like his bones were rattling inside his skin. But he hadn't lived this whole time, carrying his painful memories and his happy ones, just to be beat in the middle of no where and left for dead. Besides, now, he had something to protect.

Shielding Roxas with his own body, Axel stepped forward and stood as tall as he possibly could.

"What do you want?" He shouted defiantly towards the one who he had assumed was the leader.

And his assumptions were correct. The large man looked taken aback for a moment, not anticipating such bravado from someone so young, but his composure soon returned.

"We're not going to hurt you little ones, we just want the documents you were supposed to be delivering. Hand them over and no one gets hurt."

Roxas was shaking from head to foot now, and he knew he had a death grip on Axel's hand, but his brain was still thinking mostly rational. Well, perhaps it wasn't, but when Axel had stepped in front of him, Roxas had felt an overwhelming urge to push him to the floor and protect him with his body and his life. Maybe there was no reason, or maybe their was, but in that instant Roxas knew he had to get his act together. They needed to find a way to escape, because in hand to hand combat they would lose just from the huge difference in strength. To their left were two men each wielding battered swords that had obviously seen quite a bit of action. To their right another pair of sword wielding comrades, almost identical to their left side counterparts, save physical appearances. Behind them proved to hold another pair of vagrants. Who were these people anyways?

But now was not the time to be asking questions. The circle surrounding them was getting tighter; the ring of armed men was moving in closer.

"Now come on lads, give us the papers and we'll let you free."

Roxas opened his mouth, hoping to buy time with some carefully worded phrases but his own red headed friend beat him to it. It was a painful moment for "No! If you want them, you're going to have to come and take them!"

That seemed to be the end of the large man's patience. A large blood vessel became apparent on the side of his face and his eyes started to bulge from his heads. Roxas gulped a large and frightened wad of saliva down his throat as his shaking worsened. What had Axel done?! If he lived, Roxas swore he would kick his friends green-beanish butt until he cried for putting both of them in this kind of situation.

"Kill them!" The leader shouted, his voice reverberating through the trees.

The man raised a fist large enough to be a ham and Roxas crouched into a fighting stance automatically, as did Axel. If they were going to die, they would go down fighting.

The End.

Just kidding. To be continued.