Kylo had created a routine, to accommodate to his life in the temple. He would wake up, drink some water, wake up the scavenger, train, meditate, go hunting and train again.
Waking up in the morning had become a blissful part of his day. He now longed for the bright morning sky, and for the fresh water the Temple provided. What he dreaded was the part where he would have to go visit her. I have to. otherwise that foul scavenger will never get up from that forsaken bed. She haunts me.
The fifth day, however it was different. He felt a shift in the force. He worried that It might've been an outsider, until he realized it was her. He concentrated, to make sure it was her.
...you need to wake up. you need to fight. find your inner center and fuel the fire...
that...His annoyance made him follow her force, and find her in her room. He climbed down the stairs to have a better view of her room. He expected her to have called everything with her Force, but...
There she was, her slim yet, still muscled body, covered in faint yellow spots, healed bruises and scars. The he saw the darkest bruise. Located just beneath her left rib, the dark purple bruise had erupted in the top from the swelling. Yet she clothed herself with grace.
He felt disgust. It was courtesy of him. He had done that. And he wondered why she didnt trust him. He turned around, putting his back in the wall.
Then it went black.
The laughter, the warmth, the voice. Then Luke Skywalker's anger and Leia's pain, and then the corpses. The fallen that surrounded him. Snoke and his training. Then. Power.
''I can sense you're there!'' Her voice brought him back. '' What do you want from me?'' This time she screamed on the top of her lungs.
He found himself almost falling to the floor.
Straighten up.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and went to her room. Without even entering the room, he found her gleaming lightsaber pointing towards his torso.
''You will not fight me scavenger.'' His voice sounded bored. ''I can choke you to death before even thinking of calling half of my strength.'' He stared at her face to make what was of her emotions. Surprisingly she was blank. It didnt take long until he noticed her aura covering most of the room. It frightened him.
She cornered him. He tried to call his lightsaber, but she was blocking him. how? when did she gather the strength?
''Unless you forgot, I am a child of the force,'' her mouth showed disgust ''just like you Kylo Ren'' she replied. He now understood what a displeasure was when others answered to your inner thoughts.
He couldn't help feel disbelief, but pleased nonetheless.
''You saw those scars you've given me. You are responsible for those.'' her eyes were wide, and her nose was flaring.
''No, you and your Jedi washed head is responsible for those!'' He interrupted, now annoyed. ''And for this!'' he yelled while pointing at his face, his eyes filled with anger and regret. She glanced at the mark that crossed his face. The flaming scar hadn't changed much since the day she gave it to him, that cold and snowy night. ''With Snoke and his worthless self-loathing lessons, and myself for listening to him, I am responsible for it!'' Rage. Rage had taken over his face.
Rey stood speechless. Something in her face changed.
She lowered her lightsaber, and stood in front of him, close enough to feel his breathing. As he stood taller than her her, flaring at her, she scanned his rough face, only just to find the boy in him.
It didn't take long for his features to soften. His wild, raven locks that had out-done the hair tie fell somewhat gracefully in his cheekbones. His eyebrows weren't tense anymore, and his eyes had a different shine on them. They were sad. She scanned the scar. Probably why he doesn't wear the mask that often anymore. He thinks he is still intimidating. She knew immediately that he hadn't attended to it, like he'd done with hers. He possibly even liked it. The scar hadn't touched his lips..slightly parted...Suddenly he lowered his eyes to meet up hers. She realized her heart was beating faster. His face still had anger in it, but...he was also... He was looking for something. why isnt he moving? why isnt he leaving? She found herself not wanting him to leave. why?
He broke the stare first. He grunted and looked away.
Then he lowered his head, his lips close to her right ear. She froze, shivers going down her spine. ''You dont know yet, but you need me.''
why was he whispering?