Kylo POV
At first, Kylo was angry, but then he thought about the situation. It could work in his favor, she still had muscle memory. He could train her to be loyal to him. And eventually, they could recover her memories. There was a chance she would turn against him eventually, a chance he was willing to take. And so he lead her down the hallway back to his quarters. Her personality was off, or at least in comparison to what she was like before. She was much more... demure almost, timid. There was a childlike aspect to her now.
Kylo opened his door with the force, leading the girl inside.
"Your room is in there." He pointed toward a door on the right side of the room. "Since you've lost your memory I will reiterate the rules. You will call me master, or Kylo Ren. Every day you will shower before breakfast and after dinner. Cleanness is essential. Since you are my apprentice, you answer to no one but me and my master. Training will always begin at eight in the morning unless otherwise instructed. Tomorrow I will show you the training rooms we will be using. I expect you to research material on your own time and present me with findings weekly. If you are confused about something You will ask, even if it is a stupid question. I would rather answer a dumb question than have you take liberty with anything I say or show you. Understood?"
"I Understand...Master," She tucked her hair behind her ears
"Good," He nodded, "Now go shower, you're filthy."
He watched Cynna look down at herself, seeing the smudges of dirt that marred her tan skin. She turned without another word and forged her way into her room. Once she closed the door Kylo sighed and plopped down on his couch, taking off his helmet. Shaking out his dark hair he let the helmet tumble to the floor.
What was he going to do with her now? It was impulsive to lie to her like that. He didn't actually have a plan and he most certainly should have asked Supreme Leader Snoke before he made such a decision. It dawned on him at the moment when he heard her turn on the shower that he didn't have clean clothes for her. She would just have to wear one of his shirts. Picking up his holopad he sent off an order for a variety of clothing for her. The droids would just have to guess her size.
Cynna POV
The shower water was scalding hot as she climbed it. It burned her skin, but she needed the pain. It distracted her mind from what was happening. She had no memory of Kylo Ren or this ship, or even leaving her family. It felt like just yesterday she had said goodnight to her dad. But so much was different physically with her. She had metallic tattoos and a toned body. She slid her hand down the plains of her flat stomach feeling the hard muscles there. Her arms had muscles that bulged when she flex. Her last memory of her body was soft and supple, but this was a warrior's body. Someone who knew how to fight, how to survive. And it was also the body of a woman she realized. Her breasts had filled out and her hips had broadened, the curve of her ass had become more pronounced.
How old was she? She thought suddenly, mild panic began to bubble up in her chest.
Quickly she shut the water off and stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her chest and one around her hair she barged out of her room in search of Kylo who sat on the couch without his mask on. She stopped mid-stride to look at him. His hair was a glossy black and a mess of curls that contrasted with pale skin. Dark espresso colored eyes flickered up to meet hers and she sucked in a breath. He was gorgeous.
"Twenty-Five." He said, rousing her out of a trance.
"What?" She responded dumbly.
"You are twenty-five. You were about to storm in here and ask me."
Her brow furled,"But..h...how..?"
Kylo drew in a deep breath and sat the holopad in his hands, down. "The force. It is strong with me, and strong with you. I can train you to read minds, move objects, all with the force. But I would prefer," He said, his eyes gazing over her towel-clad form," That you put clothes on before hand."
Cynna blushed furiously as she gripped the towel around her chest.
"You can go take some of my clothing from my closet. Your new clothes will be here tomorrow most likely." he waved her off in the general direction of his room and she hurried away without hesitation.
Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but his words swirled in her mind, leaving a bad taste in her mouth. Twenty-Five. The last birthday she could remember was her... fourteenth. That left an eleven-year gap in her memory. A knot formed in her stomach, what had she been doing during those years? Almost half of her life was blank, empty.
Furling her brow she pushed open the door to her master's room. Her eyes found his large four post bed first. It had black silky covers. On either side of the bed were nightstands with lamps. Her eyes were drawn to the other side of the room. A melted, ashy helmet sat on a lone table accompanied by a black leather chair sitting in front of it. A chill went up to her spin and she scurried to Kylo's closet in search of clothes. The chill sat at the base of her spine still as she randomly grabbed a shirt and lounge pants. They were entirely too large for her, the pants barely hung on the widest part of her hips and the shirt slid off her shoulder. They would have to do, though, she cuffed the pants several times at her feet and tied the shirt around her midsection. As she left the closet she disposed of her wet towels in the laundry shoot. Her gaze was drawn to the abolished helmet, an itch urged her to touch it. She crossed the room and sat down in the chair gingerly, her eyes locked on the helmet. With trembling fingers she reached out, brushing the skeleton like face. An electric current shot up through her arm and she cried out, jerking her hand away, but it was too late. Her mind burned, It hurt like she was boiling from the inside. Flashes of brilliant fountains of lava coursed through her mind. The clashing vooms of lightsaber filled her ears. Indescribable pain stole her breath away. She felt like she was dying, Her whole body felt like it was being consumed by fire.
"You were like a brother to me Anakin! I loved you..." The Obi-Wan yelled over the volcanic explosions. He looked down at me with sad eyes, my lightsaber in his hand. A conflicted expression filled his face as he looked away. I felt what was left of my legs catch fire. I screamed the pain was unbearable. He couldn't even watch me die.
Cynna gasped for air, strong hands cradled her face. "Aaahhhh." She groaned in pain, tears pricked in her eyes. Her body was convulsing. She couldn't stop the waves and waves of uncontrollable shivers that tormented her body.
"Calm down. Calm down Cynna. It's over. It's over." A deep voice soothed.
"He left me. He left me. He left me to die." Cynna babbled. "I died. I'm dying. Help me Padme. P..p...padme. Where... Aaaaahhhhhhh!"
"Cynna look at me. Look at me!" The voice forced her face to his. She locked eyes with him, " It's over. It's over. Listen to me. It's over. You're fine."
Cynna whimpered, closing her eyes and letting a sob rack her chest, "It hurt so much..."
"I know... I know." He soothed, smoothing her hair out of her face.
Cynna gripped his pants, sobbing into his lap. She felt his hand on her forehead and then darkness took her in its warm embrace.
Kylo POV
He heard her cry out in pain. Brows furled, he stalked into his room to see what she was doing. She was laying on the floor cradling her arm near his grandfather's helmet. Her body arched and convulsed. Dropping to his knees he cradled her face in his lap. Looking into her mind he saw his grandfather and Obi-wan. It was the duel on Mustafar. Kylo pulled out of her mind immediately. Cynna gasped for air and groaned again. Tears started falling down her contorted face.
"Calm down. Calm down Cynna. It's over. It's over." Kylo tried comforting her. She babbled on, his grandmother's name tumbled out of her mouth.
"Look at me Cynna," he said turning her face to his. Her eyes were bloodshot, making the blue hues that much more vibrant, "Listen to me. It's over. You're fine."
She closed her eyes, sobbing into his lap, "It hurts so much."
"I know...I know." Kylo smoothed her hair back and placed his hand on her forehead, rendering her unconscious.
Kylo tilted his head back and sighed. Not once had he ever elicited a response of any kind from his grandfather's helmet, but with one touch this girl received a vision. Kylo was slightly frustrated, but he gathered the girl in his arms and placed her in his bed. Her response from the vision was disturbing, the amount of connection between the past and her was strong enough to let her feel every ounce of emotion that his grandfather experienced. It would have killed a weaker person.
