Waking to a bright lit room she found herself tightly strapped in restaurants. Groggily her eyes scanned around the room to search for just hint of her surrounding. Only to find a creature hunched down, kneeling, watching as she stirs awake. "W-where am I," She hesitantly asked the being. With a mechanical voice behind it he replied, "You are my guest." The dark man had almost a gentleness in his tone. There was a pause of silence between them as he analyzed her from the ground. He cocked his head slightly while stating, "…You still want to kill me". Letting her bitterness take over, "That's what happens when you are being hunted by a creature in a mask," she had venom in her tone.

There was another pause between them for a short while. She anxious fear traveled up her nerves, anticipating of what he would do next. The metal figure reached for his mask unhinging it from it's resting place. A hiss releasing air escaped while he stood. Taking the tight helmet off. Her eyes scanned him with wonder. She was expecting something none human to appear, not … this man. He's features seemed almost tender, with his blown eyes, puffy dark hair that was the color of ink and a leanness to him. She could see sensitively in his biological design. If anything he looked like someone that she would pass on a street and think he was a normal civilian. He made his way to her side, placing the heavy mask away. She had to remind herself to put her own 'mask' of defiance back on.

The man leered into her hazel eyes. "Tell me about the droid," he demanded. She swallowed hard conjecturing up the best way to deflect his advances. Talking about the droids design seemed to be the best option, "It's a beebee unit with —." The man towered over her as she fill the room with useless information. Clenching his jaw He cut in, "It's carrying a section of a navigational chart, and we have the rest. But we need the last piece, yet… somehow you convinced the droid to show it to you. …You… a savager." He was truly amazed but took notice of a misty haze in her eyes. He decided to not press farther in this form of approach. He curled his lips inward sucking on the corner half. He examined her features once more. His gaze seemed to linger a bit longer on her. He noted that she wasn't going to easily comply. Finally he spoke again, "You know I can take whatever I want." Hoping that would help reason with her. She snapped back, "Then you don't need me." He sarcastically nodded in agreement, "True… But despite what you think, I would have preferred to have used a different method."

His hand rose up to her, barely touching face. He tired to dive deep into her mind searching for the answers he desired. Through the probing he got side tracked. Her mind was one with countless locks that he needed to undo. Images of her past, present and hopes flooded into him. He starred at her in wonderment. "You been so …lonely." His eyes scanning her face slowly. Her head turned away. He continued to press a little further. Pry into her mind for the desired information, "Late at night, … desperate to sleep, you imagine an ocean." He was getting lost in her. "…I see it." A light smile formed on his lips, "I see the island." She snapped back once more, "Get out of my head." He pulled back realizing his mistakes, she was not his main focus. "I know you saw the map. … And now you'll give it to me." She scoffed, "I am not giving you anything." Admiring her ferocity, a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. "We'll see," He felt confident in his position. He didn't want to hurt the girl. He seemed to be merely playing with her. She seemed too intriguing to ignore. He loved the challenge of the game that she was setting up. If he truly wanted to he knew he could rip the location right out of her brain. But there was something about her.

He only put slight more presser to try to find the location. A wave of energy passed though him, feeling her emotions; her strength. He could start feel her power, as she pushed back. Their beating hearts pulled together, sensing her courage to fight back even with her fear. He tried to reassure her, "Don't be afraid, I feel it too." Now there was a change in tide. Stronger the girl leaned into his pull. Others would be screaming by now. Fighting to pull their heads away. She on the other hand, she was fighting back his force. Pushing her head into pull. Like she was drawn to it. Diving deeper into the magnetic field. She found her self being draw to... to, "You". Her lips curled forming the next sentence, "…You… You are the one that's afraid." Sweat was rolling down both of their foreheads. Panting like they were in heat. The savager had a low growl in her voice, "…You are afraid you will never be as strong as Darth Vader." Jolted, the male pulled back. Their connection lost. Both surpassed about what just transpired. They looked into each other's eyes as they attempted to catch their breath. He swallowed a nonexistent nervous lump. Refusing to let her see that she got the better of him, the towering figure quickly grabbed his mask and left the room. He forced himself to step out. Never having this experience before, he needed to clam himself down before pressing any further.

"CUT," The director called out. "That was a perfect run." The assistants helped Kyoko out of the table. She rubbed her wrists to get rid of any of discomfort. The small woman took a glance over at the direction her co star went to. A spark of anger ignited in her. Determined to get answers she hopped off table and stormed right to the actor. For the past few weeks of shooting she has never met the face of this 'Kylo Ren'. He didn't show up for any of the table reads or other events. To find out like THIS that he got the role. Kyoko was fuming. The tall man was standing still with his back tuned as a stranger was dabbing his face. Retouching him with make up.

Without even looking over he sensed the petite girl's burning her eyes at his back, "Can I help you, Miss Mogami?" She had a small growl in her voice, " After how many months, I find out this way. During a scene?" Huming happily, Yashiro walked in on the two's conversation with water bottles hand for them. Only to halt right in his tracks witnessing the spiral of anger forming around his talents. He tried to escape as fast as he could. But Kyoko's head whipped right over to the other man, "You knew". Yashiro flinched at her accusation, showing clear guilt. "None of you told me," She felt betrayed. There was a moment of silence between them. The make up artist nervously finishing up on the large actor. Kyoko let out a sigh in frustration waiting to hear any of the two males speak.

In twisted way Kuon will admit he loved her fiery attitude. It has been weeks, possibly well over a month since they last spoke. Any interaction with her was definitely something that he craved. Turing around to face her. Ren was expecting to witness a fearsome aura spewing off of the actress, instead just her head hanging low with frustration and dismay. There was a slight pain in Ren's chest, "I … We didn't mean to keep it for you. It was what the studio wanted." He felt like a ungrateful child. It wasn't exactly true. He was keeping more secrets from her. She nodded her head, "I figured as much," she said quietly. "Sorry… I — I understand."

Yashiro placed a hand on her shoulder, " Kyoko-chan…". They both could see that she was deeply hurt. Ren gave Yashiro look that he instantly understood. Their manger sheepishly nodded and ducked his way out. Pulling the make up artist with him. The first time seeing her in weeks, this wasn't the type of reunion he wanted. Kyoko was now on the floor in a glum state. Truly being on another island. She was drawing circles in the imagery to herself about how she is "used to this" and "it's not something new for her." Ren crouched to meet her gaze, "Miss Mogami". He found his hand reaching for her face. "It's fine," she had deathly tone. Mio, Ren thought as his face froze. "At least wasn't the last to know, right," Her lonely, deadly aura was now seeping out in high volume. "No—," He started to say, "In fact you are the first actor I worked with on set. I even walked out of the dressing room in a mask". He hoped this would help the negative energy dissipate. She popped out of her trance, "I am," she asked innocently. An honest smile spread across his face, "You are". Ren stood from crouching position. "You are one of the first to know." His smile radiated off of him. Kyoko gaze danced around him, admiring the way the studio lights hit his body. How the lights curved and bent to form his silhouette. Shadows filling the hollows of indents of his body and cloths. He seemed to be a knight of death staring back at her. Ren offered her a hand. Kyoko's heart was beating faster as she bit her lip. To prevent a heart attack, she pushed herself up ignoring his offer. Dusting the dirt off the tan clothing. Ren starred at her puzzled, She is still mad. A crew member walked over to them,"We are ready for the scene." The both of them nodded and gathered themselves. Heading back to the set.

Ren's towering body fully cover in matte black from head to toe was intimidating even with his matching mask off. His mask helped him be brooding in his Kylo get up. Most cast members were seriously concerned. When acting it seemed worse, as if they were generally scared of him. The next scene he was filming for the day was another interrogation one. This time with Oscar. It was mostly a quick one. It was meant to juxtapose his last one with 'Rey'.

Shrouded in darkness when Poe awoke, battered and beaten by first order droids. He was holding up strong. That was when Kylo stalked into the room with metal mask on, "I didn't know we had the resistance's best pilot on our ship". He stopped right in front of the tied down man, "Comfortable," he sarcastically asked. "Not really," Poe sarcastically answered back. "I'm impressed. No one has been able to get it out of you. What you did," Kylo was not in the mood to play. The battered man still held on to his sass, "You might want to rethink your technique". Kylo rose his hand, slamming the pilots head back with a forceful motion. He needed the information and he needed it now. Ripping it out from his mind violently if necessary. Time was a fragile thing, felting with every passing second. At any giving moment the enemy could retrieve it and have the higher ground. Poe screamed in agony, trying to fight back and failed. Giving Kylo everything that he knew. Kylo walked out in a hurry relying the information to the general,"The map is in a beebee unit." Leaving a battered, passed out plot in holding facility.

Kyoko was done with her scenes for the day. She found herself watching with the crew as this scene played out. Chills running down the onlookers spines as they watch the grim reaper in body Kylo Ren. Lost in her own thoughts as her senpai played another villain. He plays anything amazingly. He even portrays a compelling villain. A heated smile crossed her lips. Chills of excitement instead of fear invaded her. Tsuruga- san is an elite actor after all. She thought to herself in admiration. "He's quite scary," Kyoko snapped back from her reverie. Glancing over to see the source, John stood beside her. She felt pride building up in her chest, "They did sign up Japan's number one actor," she admitted to the brit. "No one could compare to him". John was still watching the two actors on set interact. He shrugged his shoulders, "hmm" it was almost as if he was being captivated by the events unfolding in the project. He was viewing the scene play out processing the information, "How is he pulling that reaction out of Oscar with just a mask on?" Bemused at the level of acting. Kyoko just couldn't help but get giddy, "Tsuruga- san is just that good". "San," John asked. I guess it's a bit odd to have Japanese honorifics in the states, She thought. What should I call him here? Lord Tsuruga? —She shook her head violently, No that won't do. She envisioned him ignoring her form shear embarrassment. Kyoko was sucked into her thoughts that she didn't even hear John say,"You seem to have a lot of respect for him". She girt her teeth a bit, still attempting to find a solution to her own inflected problem. Ma-master? — A flash of her senpai sparked of a no good sigh escaping his soft lips. "Kyoko?" Mister? But that seems less formal. He's your well respected teacher! You shouldn't call him that. She had a mini flash back to earlier today. He did call me miss though… Oh Professor! That migh—

Click;Click; Click, "Miss Mogami?" She snapped her eyes up to meet the direction of the sound. Only to be met with coffee colored ones staring into hers. Panicked with the closeness, the familiar sent was a harsh attack. Kyoko flung herself backwards hitting the floor from sheer surprise. Ren dropped his hand and straightened himself out. What's that about? The tightness of annoyed slightly pulled in his body. "Kyoko are you okay," John asked concern. Ren's ears twitched. "Fa—I'm fine!" She drew up the first word that came to mind, "Master Tsuruga." Ren's head jerked back, "Master?" She began to panic, "Ah- no I mean, Pro—" She saw one of his eye brows raise in confusion. "Loorrrddd," She held on to the word; seeing the verbal car crash she was heading too. Blinking a few times, a thought entered his mind. Ren figured out what she was trying to do. One of his hands covering his face hiding his laugh, "Miss Mogami, you don't need to go to great lengths to be formal. Just call me, Mr. Tsuruga or by my first name." Her face went pale. Ren let out an anguished sigh, "Mr. Tsuruga is perfect".

John's eye brows scrunched together watching these two. It was almost as if they were forming their own little bubble. One even a needle would be able to pop their forming barriers. He could tell that nothing was actually going on, considering that she can barely say his own damn name. But it felt like he was the third wheel. He saw Tsuruga offer her a hand to get up. And raised a brow when he witnessed her face turn shade of red accepting it.

"Mi—Mr. Tsuruga," She was adorably testing out the sound of his name. "Are you done for the day?" Ren casually shook his head no, "One more shoot." A glint formed in her eye. "Then I'll wait for you," Kyoko said earnestly. Ren's lips pulled into a warm calescent smile. Making Kyoko's demon grudges shrilled, He should really walk around with a warning sign! "If you want, Miss Mogami." Recovering form the blow she sinisterly smiled back, "I figured out a way for you to make up for today." She quickly turned her sights back to John, "You can come too!" John and Ren titled their heads slightly in confusion. But it didn't take long for Ren to figure out what she was implying, " You mean … you want us to eat together". Her face turned into wicked smirk, " Mmhm …And not a light meal either". Ren's face winced as if he was in pain. He let out a sigh, "Tss.. you win". Kyoko lit up from excitement at the thought of his torture. Ren sternly crossed his arms back, looking displeased. Little did they know it was just to hold himself back from the overload of just her. "Well I should see if final shoot is ready," He needed an excuse to leave. He couldn't trust himself any longer it seemed.

The one thing Ren took note of in between takes was Kyoko was quite popular with the cast. He would have to keep is eyes on her.

End of Ch. 7


A/N: This one was the most fun to write so far! I hope you guys enjoyed it too! If there is anything, errors, mistakes; ANYTHING. Please feel free to point them out! same with questions, you can always pm me and ask. Thank you guys!

Edit (8/18/18): I looked back at this to get my head back in the zone and decided to rewrite this work a bit. I felt like it needed to be seasoned a bit.