A/N: My first story on fanfiction! Reviews are greatly appreciated!!

Babe Ruth.

Yeah, that's right. Babe Ruth.

I don't know much about the man except for he was a great baseball player who played for the Boston Red Sox. I'm sure you probably know more than me. He is a very famous man after all.

Now, lotta old farts will argue that the men who make discoveries in science will be the most famous people on earth. More famous than any actor/sport's star/rock star. But in all honesty, who will remember the men who discovered the structure of DNA or invented the first microscope.

Do any names such as Robert Hooke, Johann Kepler, or Francis Bacon ring many bells to you?

Hell! Babe Ruth was so famous he has a friggen candy bar named after him. A candy bar!

I know, I know, hold your horses. I'm getting there. I abso-fucking-lutely swear there's a reason behind all this mumbo jumbo crap.

Yeah, so my dad. He's a scientist. A rocket scientist. Ho-ho-ho, impressed ya huh? No? Well who gives a flying fuck?

So my rocket scientist dad's name is Kirk Oddit. Does that sound familiar?

Didn't think so.

And when I refer to old farts, I usually and on most occasions am referring to the very same man. Kirk Oddit. The man who told me all this in the first place. About how scientists will be remember forever because they will be in every text book across the nation. You know. The kinda text book that you stick your gum in between the pages of 'cause you have no where else to hide it. Yeah those kind. And ever since I was five he's been setting me up to be a great rocket scientist like him. Of course back then I thought my pops was a super hero.

But god knows I ain't got the smarts to be a rocket scientist. My dad figured that out too when I barely passed ninth grade. Not to mention when I dropped out in my junior year.

But Roxas. As soon as I had laid eyes on the kid I knew he wasn't going to be the next Kirk Oddit or Babe Ruth. He was gonna be big big. Yes big big.

And that can be a hard accomplishment for someone so small, but he was determined. He wanted to make a difference, he wanted be famous, he wanted to make unbelievable discoveries that only so many scientists could make in a life time. That kid was a prodigy, a genius.

But let's not get ahead of ourselves. We're not quite there yet.

Where we really are is at my studio. Okay, so it's not a studio. It's my cousin's garage. But it's not like Yuffie actually owns a car or has anything better to do with it. She's too green to own a car… so she rides the bus. Almost makes me laugh. And I probably would if I wasn't sucking up all her O2 in her garage.

"Hey, you staying for dinner tonight Axel?" She leaned in cautiously from the doorway. Of course you had to be weary in my workspace, never know what I might be throwing at a canvas that might just slip and hit you in the noggin.

"Nah, I need to be taking off, "I groaned standing from the work bench. I checked my watch and my eyes nearly popped out of my skull. Eight hours. Eight hours I've been here. I was in desperate need of a life.

"You sure? It's pretty late.'"

I just waved to her and ducked under the garage door and pulled it back down after me. I had been eating Yuffie's cooking enough lately, someone can only handle so much. Makes you wonder how her boyfriend works around it. Then again, she never could keep a man for very long.

Why I evaluating my cousin's love life that night I'll never know.

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Finding the right key to slip into my lock led to plenty of curses which most likely woke up and most definitely provoked quite a few neighbors that lived in the same apartment building. But thank goodness my savior, and roomie, had come to, well, save me. On account of that's what most saviors do.

"Good god Axel. Where the 'ell 'ave you been?" Might I add that his British accent was plenty irritating at this late of an hour. Of course if I had come back earlier, then maybe I wouldn't have Luxord in my bloody face.

I just pushed past the blondie and made my way to our couch and proceeded to fall back on and make a relieved groan in the process.

"Out."

He frowned at me. And I have to admit I wasn't vey pleased with this ugly frown. I would rather like to take his bloody British teapot and smash it over his bloody British head and deport him back to bloody England. But unfortunately this teapot was in the top covered in the kitchen, and with that being quite a few feet away, and with me being as lazy as a stubborn mule, I would just have to face his ugly frown with my own to match.

So his ugly little frown and him came and sat on the arm rest of the chair across from me. They did not match very well. We had gone to the furniture store that Sunday because they were having a sale. And a sale's a sale right? And we were probably lucky enough to find anything this good at all. No matter how ugly they were, which at the moment looked better than the expression my so called savior was giving me.

"Axel, we need to talk." He said in a loud voice as if he was announcing something.

"You're not breaking up with me are you?" I taunted him in a high pitched girl voice, laughing at his clichéd words.

"Look. This month's rent is coming up and you still 'aven't paid last month's." His tone was more serious now and I just gave him a solemn look.

"Hey, I'm working on it. My stuff is gonna make big money soon, I can feel it! Now if you don't mind?" I turned and buried my head back into the couch cushions.

"Axel. I really don't think we can trust your instinct. I need to know if you will 'ave the money. Larxene is-"

"Oh! Oh! This makes all the difference!" I was now sitting up to address my dear buddy ol' boy. "Larxene is a skanky control freak. Ever wonder why you and I were such good friends in high school? Before you met her in college?"

A few low insults here, stuttered blows there, and a couple of wrong accusations and 'bloody 'ell''s later I was hiking up the road with a backpack hitched over my shoulders and a duffel bag in hand.

So where does one go at eleven o' clock at night in Seattle when they have all their belongings in one hand? Two words:

Star-bucks.

Coffee was really the only thing on my mind at the moment. That and wondering what in the world a Starbuck was.

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