Disclaimer: Don't own Kingdom Hearts or its characters. Obviously.

So here's my newest story to keep you occupied while I take forever to update my other 2 stories...

I love the idea of a baseball fic, so I thought I'd try my hand at writing one!
This story is loosely inspired by Princess Nine, with a smidgen of The Sandlot and A League of Their Own.

Beep beep beep beep beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

Roxas jerked awake, drowsily groping for the snooze button on his alarm clock. When he finally smacked it, he sleepily checked the time.

8:30.

He yawned, and fell back down on his pillow. He could snooze for another 5 minutes…

His eyes snapped open.

Wait a minute…

All the previous days' events came rushing back to him.

He had graduated. He was no longer a high schooler.

He was free.

Excitement pounded through his body as threw back the covers and ran to the bathroom, turning on the water for his shower. After a quick shower, he threw on a plain white t-shirt, an worn-out pair of jeans, dusty sneakers, and his usual black and white checkered wristband. Then, after a quick glance in the mirror, he grabbed his phone, bat, and glove and made his way downstairs.

Any other kid would be sleeping in the first day of summer vacation. But not Roxas.

He wasn't going to waste THIS summer vacation. No sir. He had to enjoy every second of it before he went off to college. For most 18 year old boys, "enjoying" meant sleeping in until noon, playing video games, and partying every night.

Not Roxas. To him, it meant baseball.

When he entered the kitchen, he wasn't surprised to find his mom already up, sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee and a book. She didn't look up from her book as she asked, "Off to the field?"

"Yep," Roxas replied, grabbing a sea-salt icecream bar out of the freezer before he made his way out the door. "Bye, Mom!"

"Call if you're staying at Sora's," she called unnecessarily. It was more out of routine than anything.

Roxas grabbed his skateboard from its place on his front porch. Settling his bat on his shoulder with his glove on the end of it, he jogged down his steps, and hopped on his skateboard, gliding effortlessly up the sidewalk and down the street towards the baseball field, sucking on his icecream bar all the way.

When he got there, no one else was there. He stopped, picked up his skateboard, and made his way over to the 3rd base side dugout, where he stashed his skateboard, glove, and bat. Stretching his arms out, he walked over to the storage bin behind the backstop, where the bases and all the extra baseballs were kept. The lock that had once been on it lay rusted and unused off to the side, since no one ever bothered to lock the bin anymore.

Roxas pulled out the bases and busied himself by setting up all of the bases. It was part of his routine every summer vacation. No one would show up for at least another couple hours, so he would pass the time by setting up the bases, hitting into the backstop, and sometimes going for a jog around the neighborhood. He didn't worry about any of his stuff getting stolen; he knew everyone in the neighborhood well enough to know they wouldn't steal anything.

Ever since he was a little kid, he had spent every single day of summer vacation at the baseball field. Whether by himself or with the pick-up team made up of the guys in his neighborhood, he was there from early in the AM until it was too dark to see the ball. Even then, he would lay in the outfield grass, looking up at the stars, imagining himself as a legendary professional baseball player. Most of the time, Sora would stay with him, and they would recall the days best hits and most exciting plays (which more often than not were made by Roxas) and talk stradegy.

It would be no different that summer, he was sure. Sure, he had played for the varsity high school team. And sure, he would be starting as a freshman on the prestigious Destiny Islands University baseball team (Sora would also be going there on scholarship, but he didn't have a full-ride like Roxas).

But in the summer, he ate, drank, breathed baseball.

And that was just the way he liked it.

The rest of the guys—with the exception of Sora, who loved baseball almost as much as Roxas—called him crazy. Obsessed, even.. To them, baseball was just a game.

But to Roxas, baseball was life.

So? What do ya think so far?

Yeah, I know it's not much...it's meant more as a prologue-ish thing.
But the 2nd chapter will be up soon!

Reviews are always appreciated!