The Holy Smirk.
By Zess

Summery: Roxas and Axel have been flittering through people's minds for over three centuries now, stuck in a sort of warped immortality, searching for each other. If they find one another again, they can be together, but only if their host body's kiss. The clocks ticking down though, because every time they jump from host to host, they lose just a little bit of life, so this is their last chance. But the miracle of all miracles happens and they find each other! . . . Only to have their host bodies absolutely hate one another!

Other Stuff: Yaoi, AU, AkuRoku, Riora, Rated M for appearances, Language, I'm sure there will be angst in here some where. Maybe some other pairings if requested.

Time: Why not today?

Place: South-Outland Bastion Institute. Not to be confused with North-Outland Oblivion Boys Seminary. I.e.- COLLEGE!

Players:

Sora- the class sweetheart and school hero (at North-Outland Oblivion Boys Seminary) Known for his all-star swimming abilities, and his always smiling face.
Riku- school badass though class hero (at South-Outland Bastion Institute) He is also known for his swimming abilities. Basically, The badass Jock, and all of the stereotypes that go with. He is best known for pulling pranks, and his rivalry with Sora.
Axel- demented pyro who is looking for his long lost love, Roxas, so that they can live together as people again. Known for his catch phrases, obsession with fire, obsession with Roxas, and his chakram abilities.
Roxas- sarcastic punk who is also searching for his long lost love, Axel, so that they can live (yadda yadda yadda.) Known for his temper, his sarcasm, and his blunt nature. Plus he kicks ass.
Others will be added to this list as the story progresses.

A/N: Needed something to write, because I'm halting all work on Secrets In Love until people review. Plus I was inspired by some awesome writers on this site. So, enjoy.

All of this will be written in a slight Dear Diary format. It's a mix between first person conversational, and first person descriptive.

And we kissed, and finally everything was whole, and everything was pure, and we were finally freed.

But I'm getting a little ahead of myself aren't I? Maybe I should start at the beginning. My name is Roxas and this is my story. . . well, more like our story. All of us.


Chapter 1 –
Dear Diary: Fate's A Bitch

Axel:

Dear Mental Diary,

Day one billion times a trillion and a half. I am damned exasperated with this bullshit. I mean, fucking around with people's minds was only amusing for the first century at best. Seriously, I'm beginning to think God, or whoever the hell is up there, has some sort of grudge against me. And really, is he even worth it?

… Yeah, he's worth it. But Diary, I really don't know why I'm wasting my time. It's been over two hundred years since I've last seen him, and I've had thousands of host bodies. No one anywhere had even a slight memory of him, or someone who looked like him, or somebody that acted like him. And how the fuck do I even know what I'm looking for? I mean, how do I even know that he's still alive. If you can even call this pitiful existence alive. I never die, but how could I? I don't have a fucking body. Nope, I just hitch a ride in someone else's mind, and sometimes I can control them for a while, but then they reject me, or my guilt sets in. I don't particularly like controlling people against their will. The naked karaoke gag gets old after the first few times. Why don't I just give up?

But I have that voice, the soft whisper of "find me Axel, and I'll find you. Wait for me. . . Axel, I love you." And I'd do anything to hear that voice again, to see those mischievous green eyes, and feel the softness of his skin. I sighed, floating in the nothingness I had become used to. It's where I seemed to go when I didn't have a host body. It was just black in here, with nothing but my thoughts to entertain me, and the passing faces of ghost people. Host people that lived their lives in the real world. Whole people. I really don't know how much longer of this I can take, even if I love him with all my heart. Every time I tried, and hoped and wished, and it turned out not to be, I died just a little bit inside, my heart crumples just a little bit more. Not to mention that this has slowly used up all of my life force, if that's what you call it. Soul force sounds a little stupid to me. If I give up, at least I'd have all of our memories. . . Okay Dairy, this is it. I'll give this one more try, just one, and if I can't find him. . . then that's it. . . And I find a way to die for real this time.

Riku:

If there was anything that I hated more than Sora, it was already dead. That's right, no more pink fuzzy squirrels dared to enter my yard anymore! Everything about the bubbly sophomore made me cringe and want to rip something apart. He was always happy. And he was always surrounded by people. HAPPY PEOPLE! And he always had something funny to say, or something to make someone smile. He drove me nuts. I, by nature, hated all things social. I just did. Sure, I was a jock, and had masses of girls flaunting over my rugged good looks, my devilish charm, but I could never make people smile the way he did. And that just straight up pissed me off. What does he have that I don't? I pull off genius pranks that have been unrivaled in history! I have been voted prom king for five different schools that I never attended, and I'm loaded. If anyone was to be better than me, it would be God, and even then, I'd only grudgingly admit it. It didn't help anything that he was his school's top freestyle swimmer. That was my stroke. How dare he think that he could stroke anything better than I could? But today I would show that loser, and his stupid excuse for a school that RIKU RULES!!

Sora:

It was neck and neck and I was going to kick his sorry ass. Sora the Champion. It had a nice ring to it. I'd shove it into that jerk's face. Riku. Just the word made me want to hit something. Hard, and in the face. Riku, the bastard that had filled my boxers with coleslaw in the eighth grade. Riku, the son-of-a-bitch that had told the entire student body and parents of my sexual preference on graduation day. Over the loud speakers.

My name is Sora and Riku is my rival at everything and my absolute arch nemesis. Where I am the class sweetheart, he is the school's badass. Where I try and fix people's problems, and make people smile, he seems to have an affinity for causing pain and then laughing at people's misfortune. You could definitely even go as far to say where I was the beautiful, perfect, angel, he was the spawn of Satan.

But right now wasn't really the time to think about that. My hands sliced through and cupped the water, propelling me forward as my legs kicked for all they were worth. The swim-cap made my hair feel funny, but I had long since learned to ignore it. Faster. Faster. I had to go faster. My lungs were aching, my muscles burning, but I couldn't stop now, I was almost. . . there. . .

A hot burning pain split my head in the mother of all headaches and I screamed in pain, forgetting that I was underwater, and gulped gallons of water into my lungs. The searing pain would not stop, and I floundered, sinking to the bottom of the Olympic sized pool. The last thought I had before drifting into unconsciousness was 'This couldn't be happening. Today was the championships! SOB Institute, Riku's School, against NOOB Seminary, my school. The student body was counting on me. . .'

Roxas:

I could already feel in my bones that this would be the last try that I'd have in finding Axel. Truthfully, and not to smudge my macho image, I prayed and hoped will all of my might. I had found a host body that was surprisingly similar to my own. . . Well, when I had a body that is. He looked like me, save for his hair, and he sounded like me, from what I could tell. If any body would catch Axel's attention, it would be this one! Hey, maybe he would be mentally soft and I could just control him no problem. If I had to cooperate with someone, it would be a fucking pain. The only person I had, in existence, remotely put up with Axel, but I would never admit that it was love. Nope, you ask me and I'll straight out tell you that it's for the sex. Which, after all, is pretty good. Not like I've had some in years. Just because my host body can, doesn't mean that I can. Besides, I'm holding out for a red head with the most beautiful green eyes that I've ever seen. . . They make my heart melt and my soul sing. . . when I look into them I feel like I'm drowning. . . Oh, you're still here? Um. . . When I look into his green eyes I feel like I'm looking into a dirty fish tank filled with dead algae and polluted water.

Anyway. . . I had made my choice, and now I was going to go through with it. That old saying is come hell or high water right? From my experience it should just be "come hell, and then the seventh circle." But, I closed my theoretical eyes and took the plunge. And fuck did it hurt. Whenever I entered a host body, it always felt too tight, and itchy. Of course, seeing as I have no limbs, or skin, or even a body, I could neither scratch said feeling, or understand why it itched at all. But I digress. As I settled myself into what I like to call "the mind seat" I began digging through all of said host's memories. Now, to really understand what I mean, I guess I'll have to describe it to you.

Whenever I am in a host body, I can see what they see, and somewhat feel what they feel, but only when they were awake or conscious. When they aren't, it's like I'm in a giant library with no windows, and all the books and files and papers consist of the host bodies thoughts, and past feelings, memories, ideas they've had, ideas they've yet to have, everything they've learned. . . just everything.

Now, seeing as I couldn't see anything other than the huge ass library of knowledge, I figured my host was asleep. Luckily for me, I knew he wasn't dead. Yeah, once I'd tried to enter a dead host body, my own, and I found only the blank emptiness that I feel when I'm not in someone's head. Who knows, maybe that's where I go when I'm not. Except that I can see faces when I'm like that. Uh, I seriously hope there aren't people inside my body all the time. . .Moving on!

I sat in this itchy shell, and went through all the memories in a rather uncaring fashion. Really, I had no need to know who his crushes were, or what his favorite color was. All I was really looking for was a name. Surprisingly, it took me a long time. Funny, most people mentioned their name to themselves at least four times in a memory. But I finally found it. Sora. His name is Sora.

Riku:

I'd beat him. But only because he was a freakin' pansy, and couldn't take the heat, and faked almost death half way through the match. What a sore loser. He'd stolen my limelight. Everybody was rushing around going "poor Sora" this and "poor Sora" that. So many people left the match before the award ceremony just because he was being rushed to the hospital. Who the hell cares?? I'm the one that won!! I'm the victor! Why isn't anyone over here telling me how freakin' awesome I am?

Everyone froze as the announcer asked for our attention. I looked towards the podium and saw an ugly fat man standing on stage. He need to cut down on the meat. He needed to cut down on food in general. I felt an overwhelming urge to shove a life-saver over his head and have him flounder around because it would obviously get stuck around his wide girth. I smiled, my dashing, handsome, devilish smile, that always meant trouble, and moved menacingly towards the podium. He paused for a second, taking in a wheezing breath, and then continued with what he had wanted to say.

"Because of swimmer number 12's injuries in today's match, the match's results have been deleted, and a rematch will be scheduled after swimmer 12 has recovered from today's injuries." I could almost feel the steam coming out of my ears. Sora would pay. He would. I didn't even get an satisfaction of pushing the fat man into the pool, or of all the smutty girls, wearing small miniskirts that fawned over my greatness. All I could think about was Sora, and how I would get revenge.

In the moments to come, I will always say that I was hit by lightening, though there were no clouds in the sky. It was also just about the time that I went crazy.

Axel:

All right. . . Here it goes. I picked a host body at random. Well, not quite random, he had to be good looking and young. I would have taken a deep breath, had I lungs, and shouted "GERONIMO!" (to myself of course.) And squished myself into the host body. One thing was for sure, this guy was short. Even though I didn't have any legs, it still felt like they were cramped in this body. I tried to get situated, and found myself looking at the world again, the real world. I have to admit, much as I hate being in someone else's body, I loved being able to see again. It was an experience that no one could understand unless they had been deprived of sight. My host blinked a few times, and I focused on the world around me, err, us. Nothing around me looked familiar, but I wasn't surprised. No where really looked familiar to me. It seemed as if he was bent over, and that was also not surprising. I had learned from previous host bodies that the experience of me transposing into them was a bit painful, to say the least. I smirked, in my ghostly smirking way, and plugged into my host's mind.

'Why hello there' I said to my host, smug evident in my voice. 'What's your name?'

Zess: Yeah, this should be exiting. It was shorter than most of my chapters, but longer than the first chapter to Secrets in Love, so you can be sure that they will get longer as the story progresses. I don't have a definite chapter by chapter plot, but it'll all work out.

Please review, as they are my nirvana.