So here is the second and the last chapter of this super short fanfic. Thanks you to those of you who read this story so far and liked and followed it! I'm really glad to have you guys read this with the wave of stories being released with the new hype about the movie.
May the Force be with you all. Always. I don't own the characters.
Kylo Ren was in his private quarters, his hand turning the helmet in his grasp. He stared at it, the cool metal penetrating his gloves as he let it drop onto the pedestal where he rested. After he smashed up his old one, he had a new one made but he didn't have the urge to wear it just yet. What made him throw away the thing that was supposed to block out what was left of Ben Solo made him wonder himself.
Ever since his encounter with Rey, he thought of how she seemed to warp his mind, bending it towards the light he had shied from for so many years. No one, not even his own family could persuade him to return but why her? She and her Storm Trooper friend FN2187 annoyed him with their presence everytime he tried to make a move.
He recalled the moment where he killed his father. He had experienced the real pain of losing a parent but it had numbed as the lightsaber pierced his body. In fact, he felt sort of relieved to be free of the man who bestowed his name upon him. Even when his father caressed his cheek, he didn't feel anything as he let the body fall into the abyss of Star Killer base. But what had rocked him to the core was Rey's scream, her plea to bring Han back when he was no more.
Why would someone who had just met him wanted him to live? She had no idea what kind of a man he was, someone who left his wife when he had turned to the Dark Side and gone back to his smuggling ways. Kylo never really liked the man since he was never at home. His mother was another story entirely, always busy with politics. That was one reason he was glad enough to blow up the planets that resemble the New Republic; brings a bit of happiness to his heart to feel so many people die and make his mother feel all the guilt of being responsible for raising the person who did it.
Rey… what is with that girl? Her brown eyes bore into his as he begged her to join him, even when their link had been established did she deny that they were meant to be together. He felt it so clearly, their bond in the Force. Never had he felt so connected to someone before and he had never felt someone understood him the way she did. Cast aside as a child, having to fend for herself on Jakku, it was nearly the same as his situation of being thrown in Jedi training at a late age and having been abandoned by his family because they feared his power.
"Rey. I know you can hear me. Why do you hide in the shadows?" he whispered as he turned around. He was free of his heavy clothing, leaving just a light shirt and pants underneath his garb. He could see Rey standing in her quarters, ready to go to sleep. Her hair was wet from a shower and the droplets that clung onto them made him want to stroke them away.
"Let's not do this now, Ben. I'm tired," she muttered as she got into the bed. She was the only person he allowed to call him Ben. He had long forgotten how it was like to be called by his own name, to show his true face. Only could she unmask him and leave him naked for the taking. "You know what I will ask of you," he said as she looked at him with cool eyes. "And you know what I will ask as well," she replied.
"Don't make me say it again. Just join me. We are the last of the Force wielders out there. I don't belong to the Sith and you don't belong to the Jedi. Together we can bring the galaxy to bow before us. No longer shall we be cast aside. We will be worshipped as gods!" he said. He let himself breath a bit and also to give her space to think. But he knew the answer before she said the words.
"I know you don't want that. You just want the galaxy to acknowledge you. You're afraid of your own power, afraid of not being able to control it," she whispered as she held out her hand. He looked at it, his hand itching to touch her bare skin. He slowly removed his glove, reaching out as she smiled at him. "That's it, Ben. Just come here," she said as he let their hands connect, showing him her room. He felt as though they were in the same room, breathing the same air.
"Thank you for calming me when I needed help the most but I cannot follow you, Ben. Your path is one I cannot follow," she said as she bowed her head low. "Your mother misses you," she muttered. "I know," he replied, his hand starting to sweat. Was he feeling nervous? "I cannot turn back now. I will die, as I am if I fail by your hand. I won't regret that at least."
That was his true feeling. If he were to die by someone's hand, he would rather die by hers. "When we meet next time, it will be as enemies," he said as he started to let go of her hand. "Don't do this Ben. You know how much you're hurting others," she started as he snarled, "Ben Solo has been dead for many years. I am Kylo Ren, the Supreme Leader of the First Order." With that her eyes shifted to something that pierced his heart, making him wish that he could just be there to explain everything to her. But there was no time.
"Then Ben is truly dead," she said as she removed her hand, leaving him to stare at the walls of his own room. As he released a long sigh, a knock came on the door and General Hux came in, his face pulled into an everlasting grim smile. "Your ceremony is about to begin, sir," he said as he gave Kylo room to leave. As he stood up, he gazed at the mask sitting on the pedestal, waiting to be worn and to reveal Kylo Ren to the world.
"You're not wearing your mask, sir?" General Hux asked as they exited the room. Some of the Storm Troopers stopped to salute their new leader, although he could tell that they were startled about him removing his mask. It was better that way. He wasn't going to hide who he was any longer. He would stand proud as the new Supreme Leader of the First Order.
"Today, our great leader has fallen in battle. I, Kylo Ren will now assume the rightful position as the new Supreme Leader of the First Order. Let us continue our conquest and hunt the Resistance down to the very last Rebel!" he shouted as the crowd roared, "All hail Supreme Leader Kylo Ren!" As the chanting continue, he could only stare at the distance, wishing that he could turn back the clock to the fateful night that changed everything.