Authors note: Hello everyone. Sorry for taking so long to post this. I have been very very busy with life and tbh these havent been the best months of my life. But I graduated! So thats something to add to my achievements. My life is kinda coming together so I had a bit of time to dedicate to posting these upcoming chapters. Ill post several these days so I hope you enjoy all of them.

Cheers

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the Pink King

He would come ever so frequently to check on her. Sometimes, while hibernating, she could feel him pace around in her room. His presence didn't concern her anymore. What concerned her were the reasons why he did what he did. It had been the second time that he took it upon himself to save her life. All she had done was trying to kill him, every time they'd met, with no intention to give up even in the future. But he seemed to ignore the fact that they were enemies, even that she owed him the scar that lied across his face, a permanent reminder of their interactions.

After a while, she learned to relax when he was around. It hurt her to admit that his company made her days more bearable. Although his presence seemed to be tense, he had a sort of calmness around his energy. It seemed to her that in another life, he might've been a rather well-mannered person, patient and caring. It reminded her that life existed outside the purgatorial she'd built inside her thoughts. She once even tried to probe into his mind, and he let her. His thoughts were unwelcoming. But he wasnt. She knew he was trying.

She knew that when he wasnt training, or in her room, he'd spent a lot of time in his room, fixing something. The scars and wounds in her body had made her weak to use the Force, for she couldn't bring herself to discover what.

She knew it was him, who saved her and Luke. She knew it was him who carried her, with a wounded body about to give up,to his ship. But she didnt know why. Does he still want to teach me? Has he not given up yet? What is it with him and this damn Force?

Between days she felt Luke's presence nearby the base. He was waiting for a wrong move from Kylo Ren, as of this far he'd only help her with medicinal supplies that Luke didn't have. He had other ways to communicate with her, even when she was asleep, encouraging her Force, and showing her new ways to use her healing abilities. Her wounds were healing fast with Luke's guide, but she knew enough about the Force to know that having Kylo Ren heal them too was probably the reason she healed so fast. He'd also deliberately contributed in teaching her how to do it. It was hard for Rey to admit what a powerful and extraordinary being he was.

Rey felt his presence before entering the room, she knew she coincidentally would slip into his thoughts, but not because she wanted to invade...it was rather too easy for her to understand what he was going to do, or say or how he felt. She did not have this sort of power over Luke. She wouldn't dare. In the corner of the door his figure appeared and she noticed that he still used his dark clothes from the First Order, apart from the helmet and the mantel. Kylo Ren was a large man, and his big sleeveless arms made him appear even more intimidating than usual, giving him the doubt of humanity, as he carried himself big and stern. Rey couldnt explain why, but to some degree it gave her a sense of security. It made him seem unshielded...more transparent, more intimate, the more skin he would show.

''How are you feeling?'' He said as he headed towards the medical monitor, on her bedside, looking at her.

''I feel rather good today. As if I wasn't impaled to death by your friends and didn't have two holes in my body just three days ago'' She said. He looked at her, his face muscles relaxing from his embedded frown and forming what was the faintest beginning of a smile.

''You should hold on to that sense of humour. Not all Jedi's have the will to keep up with it as their training goes by.'' He said as he went on to check her other outputs. ''All your vitals are well. The only thing you need to do now is concentrate on growing part of your flesh back, as soon as you can, if you don't want to have those dents forever.'' He said, drawing her attention on the medical monitor, to later point at her wounds, ''I speak from experience'' He said lastly, turning around to make his way out of the room.

''Wait- am I your prisoner?'' Rey asked impatiently fearing that he'd leave, not expecting an answer of any sort; only to find herself surprised as he stopped and turned to face her.

''As always- you are my guest,'' He said, repeating the same words from a year ago, when they'd first met. '' and also my patient.'' His voice followed, pointing towards the monitors that Rey was linked to. ''I only ask that you let me show you something before you leave'' he said with a soft voice, and then heading towards the door again.

''What are you trying to fix in that room?'' Rey felt the words vomiting out of her mouth, just in time to stop him from walking too further away.

''Nothing that would matter to you'' he replied, his voice showing slight tones of annoyance.

She didnt say anything else. His attitude always shifted once she mentioned anything happening in the ship. She knew it was a ship only because she'd mentally scanned it. It was a KR32 F.O. unit, constructed in the very Starkiller base Finn and Han Solo helped destroy. Rey might not have known medicine or monitors, but she knew her mechanics even if she'd been dead. And yet something was happening, just a few steps next to her room, but something was interfering, preventing her of using her abilities to see what was happening there. She decided to let it go for the moment and shift her attention into healing herself, meditating but slipping into a slight somber.

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She was running towards it. The fire. The smoke.-You couldve saved us!...Rey felt the need to breath deeper as she looked around her. She was surrounded by hundreds of carcasses, fallen bodies... dead...Resistance...theyre dead fighters of the resistance!...-Rey, run!...their only hope...gone... she felt her heart was pounding her chest, about to break it open...Kylo was next to her...his lightsaber...gleaming, not red, amethyst...it was his crossguard...then fire rose and burned her lungs...the pain was too much.

She got up, barely normalizing her breathing. He shoulder and torso hurt from the sudden movement, but she did not care. The vision..no It cant be...do they?. She grunted. The pain was kicking in again and spreading itself like a leech on a Jakkarian feast.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before gathering all the strength in the upper body to fight her pain and get herself off the bed.

''Do all visions come true?!'' Her voice was trembling. He turned his head, and got up immediately when he saw her standing at the door, covered with nothing but her body wrap, heavily gasping for air. Barely standing, her knees bent, she was having difficulty holding her body straight with just her right arm, quivering while trying to hold her weight. Her left arm seemed dead.

''Yes. One way or the other,'' He said, his expression creating a hint of sadness, ''mine always have.''He saw her eyes were filled with tears, and how she was trying hard to hold her tears back as her face seemed shocked, devastated and lost at the same time.

Rey was staring blankly at the floor. She opened her mouth to say something but her sudden breaths faded her words.

''What did you see?'' Kylo approached her with a concerned look.

''Everyone was dead. They were...dying, and-and I was there-there was fire, and...'' she stopped, and he felt how her anguish and pain was making it too much for her to move. She was struggling to breathe. There were visible tears around her cheeks. He took two steps towards her, having so far hesitated to make a move since she appeared. Slowly, he approached her and crouched himself to her height, his hands underneath her, offering to carry her weight.

''You cannot stand up longer,'' He hurried to say, when he saw her hesitant towards his arms. ''you'll hurt yourself, and all that we spent healing you would've been for nothing.'' Kylo was relived to feel her right arm over his shoulder, while her eyes were still fixed on the floor. He carried her delicately towards his bed, which was the closest in all quarters, and felt her heartbeat strong and fast, as if it was racing against her breath. He didnt have to look down, but she seemed so petite in his arms. She buried her head in his chest and let out a faint sigh.

''I dont know what to do anymore...I dont.'' She said between breaths. '' They are all depending on me, and I dont know what to do.'' Her sob grew softer and softer as he laid her down in the bed. ''You didnt have to carry me all the way, I couldve made it''

''You know you couldnt.'' He could not think of anything else other than how small she felt in his arms. After adjusting some pillows behind her so that she could stand up straight he waited until she got comfortable. A few grunts and slight moans from the pain she was feeling and Rey got in a comfortable position. He leaned down and sat next to her. ''Has Luke Skywalker even talked to you about visions?''

''You were there.'' She raised her head and looked him straight in the eyes. Rey did not mind his eyes. They were deep and dark, but they were not cold. Her's were shining and looking for answers.

''What do you mean?'' Kylo eyebrows narrowed in confusion.

''You were there," She insisted impatiently. "I recognized your face...and your lightsaber, you were standing next to me...or so I hope.'' Rey tried to point her finger to the other side of the room. ''Your lightsaber...''

''Luke should've told you to be careful with visions, has he not?'' His tone was almost playful. Rey felt betrayed that he would dismiss her like that. All he preaches is about nothing. As if he'd read her thoughts, he continued quietly, ''Sometimes, it is them that push us, and we end up making ourselves part of a self fulfilling prophecy. Its part of being a servant of the Force.'' Kylo Ren was looking at her with not just concern, but also pity, compassion.

''He did, but so far Ive only had one, before I met you, so it was not much of a concern for us.'' Slightly more calm than before, Rey relaxed her muscles and buried her spine comfortably into the pillows. ''Maybe you are not the evil you tried so hard to make of yourself, Kylo Ren'' Her lips were slightly curved into what she could manage as a half a smile. Her eyes were tired and heavy, but she tried not to break eye contact with him. And her attention seemed like it tended to wander from second to second, but always coming back to his dark irises. Kylo lost himself in her eyes, only to feel her presence in his mind, like a light push at first, growing to be mildly more aggressive. But it was never painful. She'd never try again if he refused her probing. It was always, however, quite uncomfortable.

Probing someone, or being probed, no matter how much of an expert one was at it, always felt bizarrely unnatural. Probing someone, even though it was a skill that came easy to him, it still left a bad taste behind. With non-force peoples, it felt like he was rather contracting information from them, channeling it into his mind...it always felt like a headache, driven from the temples. Since they never knew how to block it, or ever put a facade over it, their whole lives would end up in his mind. Their story, their emotions, their fears, their secrets...It was uncomfortable, too much clutter. With force sensitives, like Rey, he'd have a harder time trying to get there. They'd always have a strong veil, that with the slightest aggression would turn into a hard, concrete wall that could fight back. Not only the center of his head would start throbbing and aching, but the pain would lead in between his eyes, and then proceed to the throat. This, always, if they didn't retaliate. Rey always did. If they wouldnt, the information however, would be much cleaner, neat and organized. Their memories would be well placed, and their emotions much clear to tell. But it was never the case with Rey. She'd always retaliate, starting from when they first met at the interrogation room. And he'd feel her presence. Being probed on, it felt as if a foreign thread was in his head, and his emotions weren't his anymore. The other person could make him feel happy, ecstatic or depressed, scared, angry, with no reason at all, this on top of the terrible nausea. As if he was a puppet, not in control. As if he'd given up control. Kylo Ren learned that he hated that.

He never asked, whether these emotions were hers, and she was projecting them on him, or she was just telling him what to feel. Rey, however, had learnt to be more gentle. Much more gentle. He was amazed at how good she was at it. How good she was at managing and matching her actions with her emotions.

This time, her presence was very soft, as if almost asking for permission. So he put his guard down. And he felt it. The swift change in his emotions and heart beat, a feeling of relief and relaxation. Peace. fake, isn't it?. He didnt know what she was looking for, but she was looking for something far earlier in his life. His inner self started to panic. He shouldn't left himself in her hands. And he felt his thoughts were his again. She'd retreated. He looked at her, to see that her eyes were warm, and pitiful...almost pleading.

''You do still have light in you...'' He felt her hand touching his. Kylo sensed her confusion when he looked at her. ''If I can see it, feel it, in that little time inside your head...Why cant you?''

''I have light, and I have darkness.'' He said, his voice monotone and non hesitant. Kylo did not want to discuss philosophy again with her, and in the state that she was.

''Then why wouldn't you choose light?'' Her voice was slightly louder, confused. ''If you have the power to choose, why would you not choose light?''

''I needed to do what I was destined for.'' Every trace of emotion that used to be there had left his face.

''What do you mean?''Rey's voice was growing louder.

''Those visions, Scavenger'' his voice was aggravated '' You think you are the only Force sensitive in the galaxy to have had them?'' His eyes were glowing with anger, but he didnt move. Rey's face was flaming red. Her eyebrows contoured her frown and her eyes were fixed on his, demanding answers. Demanding genuine reasons not to hate him. ''What,'' He scoffed.''you think, a scavenger like you, who's done nothing but picking up trash throughout her whole life, can bare to understand what Ive been through? If you try to channel as much Force, if you want to ever be powerful enough to live up to the greatest people in the galaxy, you have to make your amends!'' He wasn't talking to her anymore. ''You have to give up pettiness for pettiness in order to achieve greatness! You think you can compare your simple, dull life with wha-''

He felt his eyes blur, and his vision narrow, before he was about to finish his sentence. He felt himself fly across the room and his body thumped to the wall, opposite to where they were standing. He couldn't move. His vision went black, his hearing went silent, all his senses shut down. what is happening?! He tried whatever he could think off to fight it, but nothing worked.

He was immobilized.

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It all became clear when he could open his eyes. Kylo Ren saw Rey coming closer, dragging her wounded self to where he had fallen, her hand raised in his direction, with her breathing heavy. Her face covered in disgust, anger and contempt and she struggled to keep up with the pain herself.

''You...'' She said, her words filled with rage, with intent to hurt, her mouth pressed, ''You are pathetic.'' she took a deep breath and her face distorted when she breathed out the pain of her ribs, and having to use the force at the same time. ''I have come across the most vile, disgusting, revolting and pathetic creatures of the galaxy in Jak'ku, but you... You are the worst of them all.'' Her face was unrecognizable. Kylo Ren found his heart beating out of the chest. He saw how she carried herself masterfully, as if her body had not just struggled to live by having been impaled in two. He felt himself out of air again. He struggled to pick his hands up, to counteract her force-choke, gasping for whatever air he could breathe on but it was futile. She had pinned him to the floor, and her Force was much stronger than his.

''You are nothing but a petty, privileged boy, who simply had too much choices laid in front of him. Who had the galaxy given out to his hands, but chose to play his rebellion act just to appease his appetite for attention.'' Rey's fury started to shake the objects in the room. The glare and the spark in her eyes scared him more than anything. He had never felt her full anger up until this moment. He was terrified.

''You are a murderer.'' She said in a broken voice, '' And to think that I almost forgot that! Its not just Han Solo. Your father. You've murdered everyone that loved you.'' her voice was loud and strong enough to give him chills. ''Your mother...your uncle, your friends. You've broken them. You took their souls in your hands and crushed them.'' She came closer, her eyes piercing through his body. ''And why?! And for what?'' She sounded like tears were coming to her. Her voice coming from her core, but trembling. ''... Answer me!''

He felt the air gone for good. He couldn't breathe, or move or even fight her force. She was too powerful and too angry. She was darker than him. Much darker. He saw it in her eyes. He felt it in her force. The choking became stronger, angrier. He had not more air in his body, and he felt his struggle weaken, and his mind slowly drifting away. He could feel his force leaving him as his hopes for air were gone. Her shining eyes were filled with something more than tears... it was rage, desperation. He tried to use the Force again, but it was useless.

''You are a sad, pathetic man, Kylo Ren.'' she put her hand down. The grip was gone. Immediately, he took a long, deep breath, gasping for all the air he could inhale. His vision cleared slightly, enough to look at her face, emotionless. ''And you disgust me.''

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Leaning against the wall, he felt tears coming to his eyes. Rage. He wanted to kill her, for what she had dared to say, for what she had dared to do. The lack of air had blurred his vision, but he could still see her figure leaving the room slowly, with her wounded limbs.

He could gather his strength to follow after her. But he didnt. He stood still, speechless and frightened. He had felt her Force, how powerful she could be. But not like this. Not in this way. It reminded him of... someone.

He tried to focus on his breathing and call to his Force to get up. Still alarmed, he looked around and started walking to his bed. Whilst standing up his eyes caught the shiny metallic object that was lying on the corner of his desk. He had meant to give it to her that day. He went towards the table and picked it up.

He had never seen it from this close before. It was perfectly made. The craftsmanship was impeccable. Every line and every turn was perfectly lined with each other. So refined, so sophisticated. not unstable,broken like mine. His eyes locked on the switches. It puzzled him, because he'd always thought that she had crafted a double bladed one, one to substitute her staff in combat, but it wasnt... so perfect. how did she learn to do this in just months of training she had with Luke? did she ever struggle?She, a scavenger...

Instead, it somehow looked like a bigger staff. It was some sort of a pike. He had heard of pike lightsabers, the ones from bedtime stories of the temple defenders, but never double ended. He ran his fingers on it, to find that the two switches were independent from each other. She could just switch one of them, without having to switch on the other. fascinating. But it was not a pike either. He knew that, one of the lightsaber blades was slightly shorter than the other. how?how did she manipulate the crystals like this? He kept studying it, his eyes following his fingers where they traced the metal. He regretted not having spent more time with it. It was truly a piece of art. He was jealous. He despised his lightsaber. It was one he didnt agree to. It was one made with pure rage and anger, very unstable, corrupt. But hers, hers was so flawless and pure, it made him angry.

Then it wasnt in his hands anymore. In a sharp, swift move the metal left his hands and reached behind him. He turned around and saw her standing at the door, her lightsaber in her hand. She looked at him.

'' You can not take whatever you want.'' She was still angry.

She didnt wait for him to move or say anything and turned around to leave.

''Dont...'' he reached out his hand in hesitation. His voice displaying pain. did I say it out loud? She turned. She wouldnt let go of her anger.

'' Luke warned me about you,'' her voice wasnt angry, to his surprise. It was in pain. ''...many, many times'' her last words came out with a sigh. she wasnt looking at him, but at her lightsaber.

'' He said that you would stop at nothing, you would try to manipulate me, to mess up with my head...'' her voice was breaking ''He said you would want me to do this!''

''No-''he raised his head, when he heard her words.

''That you would turn me against myself. That you would turn me...'' she didnt speak for a moment, disgust in her voice. ''...turn me into that!'' she cried, pointing at the wall he had just been slammed to. He could feel her heartbeat.

''No.''

''Stop. Lying!'' she sighed.

'' I am not lying.'' He took a deep breath. ''It is true, that day in the forest, I was trying to make you angry, to expose you to your true emotions Rey, but that is not my intention anymore...This, what happened just now...'' he pointed at the wall, his eyes locked on her '' This is all you Rey''

He saw the grief in her face, in her eyes. He saw her sliding down and falling to her knees, as she buried her face in her palm, still holding her lightsaber. He did not know what to do. He felt almost everything she felt. She had put her guards down, now she had focused on herself. She was scared, befuddled, annoyed.

''I failed...so many people'' he could hear her words, through her muffled voice. She still had her head down.

He, looking at her, slowly lowered his body on his knees, trying to level himself with her, as they were standing on opposite sides of the room.

''Rey, I know that those words that I said in that forest, many months ago, were just to push you to your limits, to tempt you-'' he felt her anger rising. ''but they were true nonetheless.''

''What do you mean?'' she sounded tired. Tired of everything. He knew the feeling.

'' You will-'' but he was interrupted. He heard her voice overriding his.

''- longer than a month to make it.'' she said while looking at her hand. She was talking about her lightsaber. ''Luke told me id be a fool to commit to such a complicated craft,'' she chuckled, her face more peaceful. '' but I had this image in my head that I could not let go off.'' the smile didnt leave her face. ''I never told this to him, but at times, I was just about to throw it away in the ocean from frustration.'' she looked at him.

''You will not get the worst of me Kylo Ren. Not just yet.'' She wasnt angry anymore. ''I may have darkness in me, but I will fight it, it will not win over me'' her voice, although weak, felt empowered. '' I know myself'' she said lastly, a slight smile cornering her mouth.

He looked at her as she stood up, her wounds clearly affecting her. Standing straight up he was waiting for her to leave through the door, but she didnt.

Instead, she ignited her lightsaber. The solitary bright aurulent beam, gleaming like a solar flare, took him by surprise. It was just one.

Confused, as he called for his own lightsaber he stood up tall too. does she want to attack me?

''Are you scared that you will not be able to beat me, Kylo Ren? That you will never be as powerful as me?'' she said, in harsh sounding words. Her tone however, depicted differently. She sounded relaxed, lively, almost playful. His confusion could be read on every move and breath he took.

''What do you want to do? Fight?-''

But he could barely finish his words, when she raised her lightsaber, following with a technique he'd never seen her do. At least whenever she fought him. He ignited his lightsaber, and defended himself. He took a single moment to process everything, while their faces, only inches apart, were guarded by each other's lightsaber's beam. He was still confused. She had a mischievous look. She drove away first.

'' I have been rotting my muscles and myself in that room for days. I need to train. And thats the only use I can make of you as for now!'' she said.

''I will not fight you while you're wounded. You need healing.'' his voice had fallen to its normal deep, flat voice. She didnt wait, but hit him again. And he rose his lightsaber to block it. He used another strike to push her further away.

'' I will not fight you while youre wounded!'' he repeated. ''You might think youre all too powerful, but I can hurt you while youre in that state! It does not give me pleasure'' he insisted.

Yet she charged at him again, but he thwarted it too easily. Her starting techniques, known too well by both of them was very predictable, in fact too predictable. It was almost like a dance rehearse with two glowing deadly weapons that kept colliding with each other. Each knew too well what the first move would be, and the other did not miscarry the practice. The room was wide, as he had meant it to be for training himself as well.

But Kylo was becoming more and more aggressive. Slowly, she felt him shifting to a different, darker art. He knew that she wasn't doing this for the win. why is she doing this?

His last strike, full with anger and embarrassment, drove her to weigh on her wounded leg, making her stumble, almost falling. He saw pain flickering across her face and regretted what he'd done. He immediately released his lightsaber, and while trying to keep her from falling, tried to grab her waist, putting his whole arm beneath it, bringing her body close to his chest. His eyes widened, as if he didnt believe what he had just done.

She breathed out.

He longed in the silence that fell. She was looking right through him, her eyes intensely locked on his. He stared at her face, and forgot to breathe for a second. Her shining hazel eyes still had forgiveness and innocence in them. Although he knew that she had tried to wear the rough mask too hard and keep it for too long, he could still trace the scared, naive child that was behind it.

He felt both of their heartbeats pacing together. He felt his hand, the one that was touching her waist, burning at the touch. He felt an urge, foreign to him he immediately compressed. He didnt know where to look anymore. Even though he was prepared for her to attack him, to push him, Force choke him, or even ignite the other side of her lightsaber through his chest. what an irony that would be.

But she didnt do anything. It was him who pushed her, firmly but gently. She lowered her body to balance herself, as he felt her waist extending away from his hand. None of them spoke, but slowly got away from the moment. He took his lightsaber from the ground and ignited it.

''Thats enough.'' he said, pointing it at her.

She stood her ground again, and ignited her lightsaber with a confused look in her eyes. But he didnt want to continue.

''You need to leave this quarter. You have your lightsaber now'' He was alarmed. did she see that? And when he looked at her he knew that she had.

i did see that.

Rey knew it, but she didnt wanted to believe it. She had felt it in his heartbeat, in his eyes, in the way he was looking at her. She continued to look at his face, fascinated at what she had found out. She traced down his distinctive features, thinking about how he'd never let his guard down like this. To have made himself an open book. To have focused all his Force on her.

Just seconds ago, when she found her body in his arms, him arched over her, she could do nothing but look at his deep eyes and feel him using the Force just to stop her from falling. Their faces, close enough to sense each others breathing

His face had changed so much since she'd first seen him. She couldn't stop herself from tracing his features with her eyes. She looked carefully and felt a sense of guilt, when she realized that the first thing people now would notice in his face was his scar. The mark she'd left on his skin. The scar she'd given him in that snowy night, now had permanently settled across his face, resembled a distorted war paint, slightly denting his flesh. His dark hair was much longer, falling freely in his shoulders, cornering his face, locks of dirty raven hair.

But his eyes, they had remained the same.

They were deep and warm, giving his face a grieving, suffered look, in which the longer you glanced at the more confusion, innocence and surrender you'd find. His eyes gave him away. Even since the first time they locked eyes together. His eyes were the reason she'd think twice before hating him. eyes hold our essence. She heard an old voice speak to her. Something in her stomach twisted a feeling she tried to ignore. Then her attention had shifted to the present. His body was warm against hers. She felt her wound sting, as he had released her, to stand on her own.

And she had felt it.

Through him. His heart was racing and he was too hot to be comfortable. But he had been almost immobilized. Not from her doing. It was something else. In a flight of a moment, she had been confused, as to which emotions belonged to whom. Her heart was racing too.

When she stepped away, she saw him straighten his posture, and his expression change. She ignited her lightsaber, willing to expect everything from him.

The red beam of his lightsaber followed hers, and pointed towards her face. She stepped back, her body aching. The traces of innocence had left his eyes. His eyes were empty.

''That's enough'' She was taken aback. '' You need to leave this quarter. You have your lightsaber now''. She could feel the tension. He was uneasy, distraught and agitated. He had stopped looking at her.

She clicked the switch, took a few deep breaths and left the room, her steps slow from her wounds. what has happened to him?

Walking out of his quarters, her anger build up as her aching body wasn't willing to follow her commands. She slowed down and took her time to study the machine around. It was so peaceful in there. How is this place so bright? She'd always wondered at their technology. This one was rusty, and somehow outdated compared to the quarters in the First Order base. did he steal this? They had some of the most fascinating pieces of machinery, and she had to admit that Kylo knew how to choose. face. As she continued her tour around, examining the work and the metal, she noticed that the ship was abnormally customized. Some pieces were so rare she'd only heard about them, and some were even unheard of to her. Did he made these himself?

Her spine cringed as she felt his heavy steps behind herm marching out of his room, and towards her. what does he want.

She gasped. His hand reaching for hers. His touch, immediately shifted her attention away from the machinery, to her hand. what is... She glanced at his shadow and turned around to gather what had happened. His tall figure was right behind her. he is touching my hand. She felt him exhaling slowly, his eyes locked on hers. Confused as to what was happening, her body stiff and alert, she ignited her lightsaber, and tried to step away. is he trying to lock me down? is he going to attack me? like he did with Han Solo?

But he wasnt. He was looking at her, his eyes pleading for something. She took a sharp inhale, her expression puzzled. She lowered her lightsaber and waited for him. She felt his body coming closer to her, slow and delicately, very unapt for his size. He didnt want to scare her. She still didnt know what was happening. His hand was warm.

''What do you think you are doing?'' her voice came out stern, yet shaken. Her eyes were wide, and her head high, looking at him. He was close. too close.

Why does everything becomes silent when I look into his eyes? What is this- I hate him. Right?

''Do you know who you are?'' His eyes were locked on hers. His grip was stronger. She felt her blood rush into her head.

''What do you mean-?" she stumbled slightly, ''I am nobody- im Rey, you know that'' the confusion in her voice stirred with frustration.

''Then how are you this strong? Are you a child of the force? How you get into me so much? How can you get into my head? Who are you?!'' His voice grew louder and louder as the grip on her hand became unbearable. His questions were burning into her ears. He was also pushing into her thoughts.

She closed her eyes slowly, took a deep breath and lowered her heartbeat. She looked at him, wanting to say a thousand words but she didnt speak. Her whole body was hurting, her wounds felt open again, a feeling that, no matter what, was still inferior to the rage and anguish she felt from him probing her thoughts. After another deep breath, she immediately scanned and locked herself into his mind.

I do not know why I can come to you this easy. I do not know why I can feel whatever you feel. I do not know how I can feel this. I do not know how we are connected, and why. Let my hand go.

She felt his grip soften and slowly letting her hand go.

''How did you master meditation so easily? It took me years to even try it-'' there was a faint smile cornering his mouth. '' And you can get into my head so easily...''

Rey knew.

''It was because of you'' She said firmly. His eyes widened slightly, as they were impatiently gazing hers. ''That day...the interrogation, it did something to me. It woke me up. Suddenly I could see. I could feel things more and I could hear more. And thats how I got to you.'' she continued, her voice was softer as she looking at him. ''By trying to get into my walls, you opened a door for me, a way for me out of my limits, and into yours. You were open. I dont know why, but you were more clear to me with a mask on, than anyone has ever been.'' her voice, slightly melancholic, put him at ease. ''Because, your thoughts, your pain, what you feel, are very familiar to me. In a strange way, the world has treated us the same.

Silence fell comfortably after Rey's words. He wasn't looking at her anymore.

''Ive never heard you speak for this long without threatening to kill me before.'' He said as he moved his hand to her hair, trying to put a strand of her hair, that didnt obey the laws of her hair ties. ''You say you feel my pain, my grief...my struggle. But do you?''

Rey didnt move. His presence didnt bother her anymore. As his hand touched her hair, she felt her spine shiver, but she stood her ground. what do you want from me?

''I dont know Scavenger.'' he answered the voice in her head out loud. She still found it uncomfortable. ''You get to be into my head. You tell me'' he said calmly as he looked into her eyes.

Rey felt his frustration. She felt his heartbeat beating faster, which made her stomach twist. She felt his thoughts becoming alive and overwhelming her. Her heart was racing. The blood was rushing to her face, and she couldn't distinguish as to why her body was reacting this way. It was mere seconds that she decided to look into his mind again to see what he was about to do.

She couldn't gather herself as to what happened next. Starting from the deep stare into his soulful dark eyes, and how they changed as she spoke into his thoughts up to the moment his face, his lips were touching hers, everything was a blur. She only felt his lips, forceful but yet soft, waiting and burning hot into hers, as he lightly cupped her face.

Time around them was in a warp. She could stop it, but she didnt. She could ignite her lightsaber, fatally wounding him, but she didnt. She could pull herself back from this monster, but she didnt. She could hate his touch, but she didnt. She knew that, as some form of a twisted fate she didnt hate his being with her whole self. She could be thinking as to why what was happening to her was happening to her, but she didnt. All she thought about were his lips on her, daring to kiss her like there was no war, no murder, no one in their lives. All she thought about was him. Her lightsaber fell into the ground as she let go of it to put her hands up to his face, moving them through his hair and holding on to his neck, to bring each other closer than they already were. She felt her heart beating out of her chest when he moved his left hand down her back, and used it to pick her up, bringing their bodies closer, and pinning her to the metallic wall that now showed the contrast of the traces of their hot bodies against the cold metal. As she continued kissing him, she wrapped her legs around his broad torso feeling his chest as it moved up and down with every breath that he barely took between their lips. The touch of his lips made her stomach turn and she longed for more. His arms were holding her as she leaned closer and closer to his chest. His kisses were overwhelming, yet not enough. She aggressively required more. Their bodies were one. Their minds were one.

Ren was not going to let the moment slip had she not fallen helpless in his arms like she did after. Rey gasped and cried out loud as a sharp pain in her stomach put an end to their embrace. As her vision became blurrier and darker, the pain cut through her body, paralyzing her senses and her consciousness. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't see. Her hands and legs felt weak, almost non existent when she felt his strong arms holding her tight as she lost control of her body, the last thing remembering her mind going blank.

Authors note: So this one is kind of a long one (sorry about that) but I think Its a good one. Again dont judge please. I dont have a beta reader because I dont have much time to dedicate to this site, but I try to edit it as much as I can by myself and by some grammar sites. I really hope you liked it cause I really enjoyed writing this one.

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