The Sacred Sneer
Aka: The Diary Adventures
By Zess

Summery: Prequel 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: Mostly Shonen-Ai some Yaoi, 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: Update: New Computer. 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, you should thank the aforementioned.
Now read it already dammit!

One:
The Day the Diary Started

"Excellent shot Roxas."

Twelve year old Roxas beamed at the compliment. He was a short one, and his clothes always hung off of his delicate frame but the ladies always ooh'd and ahh'd over him and his very cute face. On top of his cuteness, he was also a skilled page.

When he had first come to Noivilbo, a town dedicated to training Castle XIII Guards, Roxas had been the customary ten years old and was even smaller back then. He had had high hopes of becoming a strong knight of the Guard that were almost immediately shot down.

"Too small," they had said. "Too scrawny," they had laughed in his face.

All of the older pages and squires had picked fun of The Runt because he was little and because his small frame left him with very little strength. While everyone else excelled around him, he was left in the same spot, doing the same things and still not getting them quite right. When he had come to Noivilbo he couldn't even lift a sword, let alone wield it. He couldn't ride a horse, had zero stamina, and was terrible at hand to hand combat.

One day his instructor in swordsmanship had covered his face with one hand and pointed at the exit to the training arena.

"Go, just go. You have zero talent." The man had claimed and then stormed off in disgust.

Roxas had been left standing with all of the other pages pointing and laughing around him. His baggy page's uniform hung off one shoulder and he had to bite his quivering lower lip hard in order to hold in the tears. It had been three months and though he had shown a little improvement (he could actually lift a sword now) he was in no way keeping up with the other pages.

Should. . . should I just go home?

But Roxas really had no home to go back to. This was his do or die situation, quite literally. If he didn't succeed here, he'd jus be a wandering nobody. And this didn't sit well on his shoulders at all. Roxas would not just give up, he wouldn't just bow his head and quietly disappear. There had to be a way to make it all work, if that's what he really wanted. And want it he did.

So he would wake up every morning before the morning bell had rung, and went through body building drills over and over again. At night, after lights out, he would sneak out of his room and into one of the many mirrored indoor training arenas and practice his sword stances and sword fighting drills.

After two months his training started showing through. He was able to block a sword thrust from one of the older pages. Everyone was quite shocked. The runt was actually. . . well, not winning, but he wasn't losing in such a disgraceful way as he normally did. And that was just the beginning. After four more months Roxas could outride every page in Noivilbo. After one year, he could even fend of the attacks of the best squire. And never once did he stop the regimen of grueling exercises. Needless to say, he was soon revered as one of the best students in the training academy.

"Excellent shot again, Roxas!"

Roxas smiled as he lowered his bow the released arrow burrowed into the center of the target. His audience gasped and clapped and he could hear murmurs of appreciation coming from everyone around him. And he kept smiling until his arrow quiver was empty. Every arrow he shot was cluttered around the bull's eye, shot with such force that the arrowhead had to be cut out. Roxas loved it, and the attention that came along with it.

Unfortunately for our hero, things were about to start going down hill, and it was all thanks to a boy named Axel.

A/N: Read and Review please, and no, I'm not making them longer.