"It's you." Those two simple words were electronic. It wasn't the first time his lips spoke of hints that maybe he knew more of her. More then she even knows of herself.
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Her grip tightened around the could sliver shaft. She did not have time to think about what weight those words could hold. Reminding herself that the heat of anger was still burning in her veins. Her lips cracked baring her fangs at the other creature standing before her. Whom was standing in awe at the sight. Both hands were wrapped on the hilt. One of her thumbs grazed the button to ignite the blade once more. Without hesitation, Rey charged at the beast.
She was raw, backed with fury of the recent past events. Her blade met his own. Clashing each other, they made a dance with their respected colors, Red and Blue. Bending the light to radiate the world a new shade of purple. From a distance it would have appeared as a series of whimsical light illuminating the forest. After another saber against saber stacked with each other. Their struggle had nothing to do with physical size fore Kylo out win her in that. No what she lacked in mass, Rey surely made up in ferocity. There was a rumble beneath them as they equal matched each other. The ground began to rip and tear like fragile white paper. A crack breached behind Rey. The entire world was coming undone with each rising strike. Rey's heels were at the edge of the vacant void. They both knew she was cornered, with the slightest shift her fate could be sealed. Their breaths were in sync, heavy weighed hot breath puffing in the frosted air. Ghosting the others faces. Their weapons intertwined. His dark chocolate eyes bore into Rey's hazel pools. Kylo towered over her, one small push Rey could edge to the peck and be undone with this world. His lips pressed tight, unwilling to push her over. "There's another way," Kylo shouted. The pressure of their weapons building higher. "You need a teacher" Rey breathed hard under the looming figure. "I can show you the ways of the force!"
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On the day of the final shoot, Kyoko arrived in Rey fashion. Her hair dyed ash brown, tied up in three knots diagonal to her spine. Skin sun kissed from the desert waves giving a highlight to hidden beauty marks splattered all over her delicate body. She was the embodiment of heated light. If he choose to go near her today; like a moth drawn to a campfire; that man would have surely burned.
Today Kyoko will wear Rey on like a mask. Shielding herself from any of Ren's advances. Allowing the burning intensity of her ugly emotions take root in her soul. This is why she loathed "love". Love, especially this type of love, consumes you. It did with that demon and now it was doing it with this man. Even if you know you are nothing to someone— it still hurts just as much. Anger, childish jealousy and sorrow swirled around in her tiny body. Forming a hurricane in her chest. Kyoko always thought that loving him was like being on the edge of a cliff. Her heels just at the very ledge of the abyss. Ironic that what she felt mirrored today's scrip. Kyoko ignored the dark figure till there was no other option. When the wood hammered down to signal "action", her force snapped into place. Channeling all her might into this scene.
She willed him to be a monster. Wishing to detach herself from this shell of a man. Kyoko blamed him for her damnedest emotions. That pierced her heart like a thorn. After everything that they have been through. All the steps on the way to lead them to this moment. It felt like the gushing wound matching Kylo's. And there he was hammering at it, with just his presence.
By the time came for the silver hilt to whirl past him; Kyoko selfishly wished that it would bump his head. She wouldn't care if they would have to reshoot. It would be at least a little worth the price. Coldness invaded her senses as the silver hilt landed on her grasp. The weight of eyes landed on her as she shifted her gaze up from the prop weapon. Instantly connecting their eyes a shiver ghosted her body. Ren's face was soft. His breath unsteady. Those delectable lips parted in awe. His chocolate dark brown eyes sucked her in. He was insatiable. His cherry pink lips mumbled, "It's you." It struck her like a lighting. It unsettled her: it was not the first time. It was one of this man's many talents it seemed. Lacing hints that maybe—just maybe he might know more about her then even herself. It irked her to no end. Even in character, this man knows how to unwind me. It didn't matter what 'Ren' she was facing. Heated anger still churned in her.
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Ren wished her can roam his mind into her thoughts. His frustration nipping at the bottom of his lip. His eyes searched into hers. As if he was the one hanging on the edge of that cliff, he waited in suspense for her answer. Slowly, Rey shook her head. "The force," her voice bended those words into a question. She did not move to defend herself. Instead her hazel eyes flickered shut. The blend of their purple light draped over their facial features. Confused as he was to her actions, Ren hesitated. Sensing a shift in change in the air; A change in her. Snapping her eyes open was a lioness. Viscously, Rey attacked in a way nether of them knew she was capable of. Ren slowly was driven back. Unsure what to do. The fury of her attack pronounced in her swing. Ren went down. Struck by the blow of her blue blade. Heated heavy pants misted in the air once again. Both of their breaths were unhinged. Shifting his weight up to lean forward. The earth under them shifted. Trembling, the ground split them apart before the fight could reheat. Her eyes burned on his like his newly simmered scar. A scar she made, a permanent mark on him. She indignantly stood far away from his grasp. The world began to rattle once more, piles of snow pulled to the ground's gravity. In a full sweep she was gone.
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The day wrapped. Kuon's eyes roamed the set as crew all dissolved. Flashes of Ash brown peeped and popped in between the crowd. He brushed through the throngs of people dodging amidst them. Despite to reach her. Her cold shoulder was hasher then the artificial snow. This was his own personal hell. He had enough of this game. Footsteps pounded the studio floor. Dashing to her dressing room hoping that she have yet escaped.
His outreached arm slammed, trapping her body as the wood door swung open. It was an animalistic being brimming at the edge of of his sanity. A beast growling in his own insane mind. "We are not done here," His voice rumbled in his chest. Hot breath brushing in the shell of her ear. Their eyes locked onto each other when her head tilted upward. There was no weapon to block. No one to stop. No interface anymore. He stepped forward, Kyoko matched by stepping back. The beast was closing in.
The dark pools of chocolate mixed into a richer shade as the figure stepped into the shadows of the her room. Not bothering to head to the his own dressing room, his scare laid barren for her to see. Heart was drumming in her ears, blood pressure rising. The small of her back grazed the top of her vanity. Trapped in a cage, she was hostage to her feelings. Scared of why she was drunk in his looming body. Thick muscles benching, palms bracing on the surface. Their bodied inches away from one another. Clouds covered the rays of the sun, blocking them from breaching the window's glass. "You've been avoiding me…" Kyoko averted her eyes. Shifting them to the couch. Rapidly as her heartbeat the proximity was closing in. Tipping his nose to hers. "Even with your eyes." Her throat tightened resisting her stupid urge to push her lips forward. "No I hav—" "You know, I can tell when you are lying."
What kind of trickery is this? One of her demons popped out. Is this some kind of Jedi mind tri— I mean reverse psychology? Another joined in. I bet this is some kind of playboy ploy of some kind. There was a swarm of them. Buzzing about in her mind. Her brow twitched, "Can you now?" A boyish smirk crossed his lips, "Right now… You are thinking I'm up to one of my 'playboy' antics again. Am I right?" She snapped, "Get out of my head." Hazel contacts bored into his eyes definitely.
Ren scoffed underneath his breath, "This seemed to be only way to get your to face me head on." Pulling back his leaning head a little. One of his hands rose up to graze her face, "Won't you tell me what is wrong?" Kuon had a hunch already. But as time grew, his thoughts wondered. Would she this mad if it was simply about him "missing a meal"? And why the hell was that annoying Brit always butting between them. Sticking out daggers were his eyes should be, deadly aiming them directly at him whenever he made a possible attempt near her. Like he was some protective brother refusing to let his little sister get hurt.
Kyoko tilted her head away from him again. Her closing lids flickered memories of a honey blonde strolling. She shifted her eyes back to the man hovering over her, childish anger budded out of jealousy. "I'm not telling you anything." Examining his handsome features, her eyes dilated witnessing his smirk growing. This is a game to him! She definitely pushed back. Puffing up her feathers. Her back straighten. Hungry eyes leered back into her. His confidence was smug, "We'll see." She was in a trance. Skirting her vision from the curve of his calling lips, to the bob of his throat while he spoke, back up to his rich dark eyes.
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There was a pause, heated stubborn gazes made into contest. Waiting for the other to blink, "I'm going to be late for the whip up party." Kyoko lost—blinking. She ducked under his arms. "I'm sure John is waiting for me." Those words stung. Her usual trick, Go find John game. Angered jealousy reared its ugly head of that night, "Having him stay in your room again tonight?" Halting the actress right in her tracts. "Just how many times has that happened?" He had no right to be asking, Kuon knew. But this beast clawed underneath his skin. Green with envy like his natural eyes underneath his contacts. Her spine began to shake, Shit. I — Kyoko twirled her torso around, marching to face the towering being. She used all of her force, "You're one to talk! How many are there? Just who was in your room that morning? How many times has she stayed over." Kuon's eye's widened, a thought whispered in his ear. We're both jealous. For once, I am not imagining it. His eyes triangulated her features, her nose flared; her eyes unwavering, lips pressed tight. She's jealous … over Tina of all people.
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His eyes roamed around her face, "Not even once." His mumble drawing her in deeper into the atmosphere. The raging hurricane simmered down in her chest. "The only one is you," the whisper was screaming in the shells of her ears. It irked her that he switched gears from rough to soft in a flash. She couldn't throw her anger at him now. The feeling of being on the edge returned. The pricks of white static invaded her mind. Fight or flight instinctively kicking in, "Forget it." Kyoko choose flight. Turning around to scurry to her safe little area. Beyond the brush of John's dressing room. He was the second best to having Moko after all. She could tuck away and forget about her current mess. Cotton tail between her legs, quickly she tried to hop out the open door. Seeing this man for the lion that really he is. Hastily in a fluid motion her vision dizzied. A pull was around her wrist tugging her body closer to this warmth. Fluttering lids open to the sight of a nose crushing kiss capturing her lips. Black ink hair matched her height by leaning down to her level. Their lips pulled tightly into a smile of the tingling sensation of it all. They both were high on his trip. Tropical and bright, reminding her of Guam. A magical woven kiss, strong enough to break a spell. Enough to make your pulse beat irregular.
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Irrational. The feel of this softness was enough to make you want to jump off a balcony all over again. When they parted, they huffed for air. Tried from just a heated kiss, Kuon tapped his chin on the top of Kyoko's ash brown hair. Inviting the smell to tickle his senses. Roses and other flowers bloomed in his mind with just a whiff. A calming smile crossed his face it was perfectly fitting for his fairy princess. "I…," his lips lazily moved. She hummed forgetting how they ended up in this tangled mess. Warm yellow light peered through the dressing room window. The gray darkness cleared. Burying a nose in the stands of hair, "I've made mistakes and made some choices that's hard to deny…" Fingers trailed her strands. "But they all led me to here. To you." A band of arms tightened around his waist. Hanging on to him with each word pouring out. He let the a truth spill from his red lips.
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"You guys need to keep the door closed," a annoyed British accent snapped their attention. Two beings stood at the door frame observing the scene play out. "It's really tiring to run into one of your moments again and again. Seriously, how are rumors not flying back in your home country?" John turned to Yashiro (whom was holding back a squeal) half joking at his question. "It's a real mystery," Their manager snickered. Kuon's eyes narrowed into slits, The brit could be annoying at times but at least he has her best interest at heart. "Wrap up party is in an hour. You two going to change out of your costume or what?" Kyoko's face grew an array of red shades. I will never hear the end of this. The two minds synced up. Drinking in how they looked at this moment. They pulled apart hastily and went to get ready.
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A large studio room rumbled with laugher as the trio embarked on a American daytime morning show. Oscar, John and Kyoko fit comfortably on a beautiful modern couch engaged with the warm inviting hostess. "So the hardest part I would think were," the hostess's voice sounded like a bell, "was where you shot." John and Kyoko both nodded in agreement, "Dubai." "So it was hot," The hostess asked. In sync, both nodded their heads again, "Yes, extremely." —"Just a normal studio," Oscar chimed in smoothly. A tickle vibrated in Kyoko's throat forming a laugh. While John playfully rolled his eyes at Oscar. "Sometimes it go a little cold but…" The olive skinned actor charmingly slugged at the audience. The hostess and the audience laughed. "Yeah—so that's rude," the hostess spoke through her laughter. Kyoko groan, "Ugh It was the worst for him," pointing at her dear friend. "Oh yes, it was a lovely experience working in the hot desert heat while you're sweating. And you don't understand where you are." Both Oscar and Kyoko patted John on the back. "And It was really, really hard but I got through it you guys," His thick British accent rolling off his tongue. The crowd cheered. Oscar's face plastered on a wounded soldier's mask, "Sometimes … the studio's tea …it would be really hot. I had to blow on it and everything. It was…it was a struggle." Everyone laughed. The hostess spoke though her laughter, "You poor thing." Oscar solemnly nodded mumbling "I know." And then his lips cracked, not keeping up with his joke.
"So…,"The hostess spoke again, "The movie comes out tomorrow— So you might as well spill it. Will we be getting any romance in this squeal trilogy?" "Mmm," Oscar's lips vibrated. "And if you guys lie to me I'll be mad," the bell chimed allowing her audience to laugh once more. "I think it's a subtle romance that is happening. You have to watch it a couple of times to get it. But there was—" Oscar caught himself, "—At least I was playing romance. Ah— In—my head." "You? What about any of you two?" "—with a droid or something," Oscar offhandedly put. "You see Finn… He's got a lot going on— always sweating, panting —but not really a romantic guy right now. He's a mess." John's posh words was laced with a charming smile. "Alright—plus he's really sweaty so who's going—going to want that,"the hostess spoke again giving a break for more laughs. Finally her attention was aimed at Kyoko, "So, ah….What about you?" A big smile ghosted across her lips. Quickly sowing them back together, Kyoko licked her lips. Her brows twitched as a crooked smile arched up, "Ah…" She playfully bit down on her bottom mouth cutely.
"We shall see…"
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Her fingers traced the delicate shimmering fabric. Tips tantalizingly trailing the seems, as the light refracted off into small specks that twinkled around the room. A smile ghosted her lips eyeing the glamorous dress laid out on the bed. Mentality preparing to even attempt to drape it over her body. Slipping it over her curves; her teeth nipped her bottom lip. Turning a heel admiring the view. It looked almost too mature for her plain body to wear. Kyoko wondered if she was even brave enough to walk out like this as herself. A soft sound of knuckles tapped the hotel door, "Kyoko…?" Hesitant steps lightly walked over to gingerly open the door.
"Miss Muse?" Kyoko tired her best to be trusting of the pixie girl right in front of her. Whom was frantically grabbing items from her her luggage on the bed, unzipping and turning around. Taking a moment, Ten stepped back. Inspecting the young actress, placing a finger on her own chin. Deep in thought till finally an idea stuck her mind, "You are going to have to go bra less you know that right?" Kyoko yipped at the idea. Ten pulled out accessories to help complete the ideal look, "Don't worry I bought tape." That was not any aid to help calm her rising nerves.
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A luxurious white Limousine pulled over to a sea of flashing lights. A road of red velvet rope and floorings the only barrier to protect the invitees from the crowd.
Two guards opened the limo door, a champagne shimmering fabric draped out. Silver open toed shoe tipped the scarlet red carpet. The matching rope belt tasseled while extending her manicured fingers to the door man. Kyoko guided off the seat with a wide- eyed gaze amazed at the outcome of people awaiting to see her face. Chanting, screaming, knowing her name.
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Kuon's pupils dilated as his eyes landed on a vision. A Rey of light gracing her presence. The world faded in to lull. There was a void that could be filled with just them two. The crowd turned faceless. The flashes of camera light morphed into stars in his pleasant hallucination. All of them leading the way to the woman motioning toward the cast. That fabric folded around her body made Kuon forget how to breath. Dusted in sheer tan. Trickling down to shimmering gold glitter, hugged Kyoko's body. The plunging of her neck line tightly held her together. Another plunge exposing the side of her curves while her belted hips swayed. Gone was the sun kissed tan. Against her porcelain skin made that ashy hair a deep brown of oak.
Anxious, Kyoko adorably pushed back the loose stands that stuck out of her tri-bun hair. Tucking it behind her ear. Robbing one of her hands agents the her other arms long sleeve. Going back and forth between them both. Kyoko tried her best to soothe herself down. The thin tassels bounced as she was drawing nearer to the rest of the cast. Gripping tightly to her golden clutch bag as she made her way to the others.
Kyoko tried her best to join the rest of the cast as fast as she could. But every few steps she took, another reporter beckoned her to come over. Begging for her to answer a few questions about the movie. Oscar's jaw hung as he quickly glanced over at the commotion. Standing right beside John and Ren. Kuon felt a tap on his chest, "Did you know Mogami could clean up That good?"Oscar sounded shocked as John rolled his eyes. I was wrong, this tiny man is the most annoying. About to throw a shade of insults at his direction, Kuon got interrupted. a Found smirk tugging at Kuon's lips while John said, "Hey don't get any dumb ideas. Unless you want us both to kill you." A soft chuckle escaped Kuon's mouth while his regal presence formed. Taking step away from the duo. "Where's he going," Oscar muttered watching Ren make his way back to the beginning of the carpet.
A warm pressing clenched around Kyoko's curve. Hot breath ghosted her ear heating her cheeks, "Little Starlet, If you don't hurry we will be late for our own premier." Hotter Heat rose to her cheeks knowing the owner of that voice. Kyoko shifted her eyes only to connect with rich chocolate staring back into hers. His grip got tighter while they posed for a moment for a few pictures. She then allowed Ren to lead the way to the entrance of their new lives. Taking one last glance at the man standing before her one last thought crossed mind…. Kuon Hizuri.
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This is just the beginning of a new chapter. An awakening of even brighter stars.
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The End
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A/N: OH MY GOD, I finished it! My first full length story and I finished it! I am so shocked and amazed. And I want to say thank you. We all cross this finish line together. Thank you for everything you all have done. I have so many words I want to say but I don't know where to start or what to officially right down. BUT WE ALL MADE IT.
Most credit for my writing goes to:
All Star War Sequel trilogy material (Movies, Interview and Novels)
Skip Beat
My iTunes account (Especially Taylor Swift lol)
And well duh, YOU.
It's been a wild eight mouths. Um I had a commission done (With Rey and Kylo) inspired by Kyoko's red carpet dress as a treat for all of us. I will put a link to the dress and the commission on my profile page. I hope you guys love it. And I hope you enjoyed this story. I know I left a lot open ended. But I want it to up to your own interpretation did he tell her or did Kyoko figure it out on her he credited as Kuon or Ren? I just wanted to write a story of Ren making the first step forward. At least until (If ever) I make a sequel to this story. The idea of Ren and Kyoko bathed in campfire lighting is just delicious. Ohh with a dash of cooky old man to spice it up. It just sounds like a mouth watering recipe. Lol If only I have the time and a good storyline to follow. If anyone wants to write it please do. If I write it I'm going to have to make it a mature rating. I hope to see you in maybe my next stories i ever end up writing. Even though I don't know what that will be yet or for what fandom. If not trust me, no hard feeling on my end. Have a great day and be safe!
(Ps. I swear sometimes this site deletes some words that I write. Because I check my computer documents and most of the time those words are there. *shrugs* Again if any errors let me know. :D)
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