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The Starving Artist

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I sat in my blank white room with a sketch pad and a set of colored pencils. For many years I have tried selling my art so I can pay my rent and be able to afford some of the nicer things in life. Why did I have to quit my old job as an waitress to become an artist?

"Someday, those museums will be full of your artwork, I just know it."

His words echoed in my mind. I remember him from a few years back, on the streets where I sat, he was there, encouraging me to be an artist. I saved up what little money I had from my previous job and bought this white apartment that came with a few pieces of furniture. Everyday, I would walk the streets of Twilight Town hoping to one day meet up again with him. That day was the last time I saw him.

His beautiful turquoise eyes smiled as he looked through my drawings. He grabbed one of them, a picture of three friends on a paopu tree watching the sun set, and asked if he could buy this. I didn't want to burden him, so I told him to just take it for free. He refused and handed me a ten dollar bill. That's when he told me that I would be successful in my career of an artist. I remembered his smiling face as he walked away, never to meet up with him again.

Since then, I've tried countless times to find others who would buy my art, but everyone refuses, walking away, rolling their eyes, but his words still gave me hope.

Looking down at my sketch pad, I realized that most of my drawings were portraits of him. It seemed that every other page had the same wind-blown blonde hair, turquoise eyes, same gentle smile of the man I met that day.

Today, I thought, I will definitely make a sale. Then, he will be proud of me. Then, I can afford to paint my walls many different colors.

A knock on the door echoed throughout the apartment. Could it be? Did he find me to give me the same words of encouragement, or possibly to spend time with me, since no one else would? I ran up to my mirror and made sure I looked presentable. Running my fingers through my platinum hair to quickly fix it and make it look nice, and smoothing out my white dress, I figured it's good enough, and it's best not to keep him waiting.

I opened the door, expecting to see him, but instead a different man walked in. This man looked entirely different, with his long, spiky, sliver hair, darker skin, amber eyes that never showed any mood he might have been feeling, and that cold, serious look on his face that always remained never failed to send shivers up my spine. I feared him, and he knew it, but he was the only one to give me this place, so there was no way to avoid him.

"Your rent was due two weeks ago, Naminé," he coldly says.

"But, Xemnas, I-"

"I need that money, Naminé. You are always late on payments, and if you keep this up, you'll be living on the streets again."

"Yes." I obediently said, as I walked over to my dresser, opened it, and pulled out enough money to compensate for the rent. He snatched it and walked out. As the door clicked shut, I let out a sigh of relief. I really need to find a job, I thought.

A few minutes later, after looking at the sky to determine weather and temperature, I figured it was nice enough to go outside and try selling some of my artwork. Grabbing many framed pictures (frames bought from second hand stores) and placing them into a large canvas bag, I headed out into Twilight Town.

Walking around, trying to differentiate between people I have tried selling to and people I have never seen before, I spot some potential customers. One was a man with brown, spiky hair wearing a hooded shirt and puffy shorts, another was a lady with auburn, shoulder length hair wearing a pink dress. The last one I spotted on this block was a muscular man, with long, straight, silver hair, with a cool expression on his face. He had on jeans, a black sleeveless shirt with a sleeveless white jacket over it.

Turning around to catch up to the people, who were now walking across the street, I accidentally bump into a man with black hair and a conspicuous skunk line, an eye patch and a scar on his cheek, dropping my canvas bag.

"Oh, is our little artist trying again to sell her works? Give up, Poppet," he sneered, "you'll never be successful, and you know it," he laughed and walked away.

Tears started building up in my eyes, ready to fall, when a familiar voice calls to me. "Hey! Do you need any help there, miss?" My eyes widen as I looked up from picking up pieces of glass from the broken frames and see the familiar face bend over, helping me pick up what I dropped. "Have I met you before? Seems like I have some time… Hey, wait! Why are you crying?" He meets my eyes and looks with sympathy.

"It's nothing," I murmured, feeling my face get hot.

"You sure? Now that I realize it, I do remember you. I really liked your drawings," he pulls out a folded piece of paper from his pocket, and unfolded it. "Naminé Ushiromiya, May 7th, 2006."

"That's the drawing you bought from me! You still have it?" I asked, astonished.

"I feel weird being called 'you' all the time. My name's Roxas Togu, but you can call me Roxas," he said with a smile. "Well, it seems everything's picked up." Roxas took my hand and helped me up. "See, you've stopped crying."

If you thought my face was red earlier, now it was scarlet.

"So how's the business going? Rough, huh?" He noticed my eyes filled with sadness at the thought of my business. "Well, don't worry, I know a guy that loves art. His name's Axel. I even shown him yours that you gave me, and he loved it! But I refused to sell it, telling him that I treasured it more than anything else I had ever received. For a few years I've been trying to find you again, so I could see more of your art, and hopefully help you out by introducing the guy to you, and also… cause I thought you were too beautiful to see suffering by herself." Roxas turned a shade of pink that I smiled at. "S-s-so anyway," he continued, stumbling, "maybe you could meet me at the clock tower and I can introduce you to Axel. He always makes generous offers. So I'll see you then." After Roxas said that, he waved and turned away.

"Roxas," I whispered, "thank you."
I got this idea while eating spaghetti for lunch today. Dunno why, but I did. I really hope you like it. It's RokuNami, my favourite Kingdom Hearts pairing! (possibly my favourite pairing of all time) Namine and Roxas are a little bit older than they were in Kingdom Hearts II, but its still them.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, but if I did, that would be epic.
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raberbagirl's avatar
I like the setup at the beginning, and it really amused me that Xemnas was Namine's landlord. XD

Awww, Roxas is so sweet. X3