It was like déjà vu, again Kylo was carrying Rey in his arms. When he had carried her through the woods back on Takodana, he had been focused on getting her back to his ship without being stopped. Now that there was no danger in escorting her to his chambers, Kylo found his eyes almost involuntarily wandering over her features again.
Her skin was beautifully tan from her long exposure it to sun, which arose from her tough life as a scavenger. Kylo noted that she had the lightest freckles spotted across her forehead, and the way her hair clung to her sweat-stained cheeks was so surreal. It was like her face was a canvas and she was a masterpiece.
Rey was beautiful, more beautiful than he would ever admit aloud. Kylo wished he could stroke her cheeks, as to clear the sand, tears and sweat from her face. His eyes were mesmerized by her thin, dull, pink lips were parted as she lay unconscious in his arms. Her lips looked so soft he wished he could touch them, just to assure himself he was correct.
Kylo studied her physique, she had perfectly defined curves and humble breasts that were protected by thinning, cheap material. Rey was also muscular and well toned, an obvious result of being a scavenger on Jakku. He couldn't comprehend being a scavenger, for it must have been a very demanding life, even more demanding than his own life in the First Order. He had seen some of her memories of living on Jakku, and it compared to very little he had ever experienced. Her life as a scavenger had been a life of basic serfdom to junkyard lords.
Personally, he would never have a life of slavery, his rank in the First Order was that of privilege and hard work. He was an apprentice to the most powerful man in the galaxy and even though he had pledged to follow Snoke's wishes to the letter, Kylo was still not a slave. Never would he feel free of Supreme Leader Snoke, his master would need him as long as he was useful, and usefulness to his master was one of his few fears. He always wanted to deem himself worthy in his master's eyes, and he's convinced himself that proving his use was the marks of an ideal student.
They finally reached his chambers, where he unlocked the door and carried her into his one bedroom suite. Unlike the Stormtroopers, he was able to have his own room for research, and of course it was a right the Supreme Leader's apprentice deserved.
Even though Kylo had his own room, there was nothing beguiling about his chambers; it was a dull uniform gray with a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, a comlink and a bathroom. It was always unkept and impersonal, and he didn't feel the need to decorate or clean, it was a waste of his precious time. He had spent the last few months sifting for clues to the map leading to Skywalker and the evidence of his search was still abundant.
Kylo set Rey down in a chair by his desk, he still had her petite wrists bound for security. In truth, he didn't trust her to not attack him, the girl seemed like the wild, emotional type so being cautious was his best plan. He'd used the Force to make her unaware; Kylo didn't want her to know where he was taking her, the less information she knew about Starkiller Base the better.
The Dark Lord thought about waking her, but before he did he wanted to discover how she made him feel so at peace, and he wanted to cleanse himself of the Light if possible. That had been his whole reason for agreeing to train her – he wanted to strengthen his own connection to the Force, make the Supreme Leader proud of his progression toward the darkness. Once he discovered how to end the call to the Light, he would demand the map.
He sat down, closed his eyes and focused on the Force. He could feel it everywhere, but he reigned his focus in – specifically to Rey. The Force flowed through her like a river, unchecked and strong. It was clean too, her connection to the Force, it was unpolluted of anger or hate. She wasn't vengefully of her family just leaving her on Jakku. Rey was calm even though her companion – Finn had abandoned her on their mission to protect the droid from Kylo. It bewildered him how she could be so at peace after all this betrayal – it confused him how anger did not grow inside her.
Kylo snapped back to the mission at hand, he tried to use her as a conduit, to channel her clean connection to him. Kylo started to draw on her clean connection, he could feel it flowing through him now. It felt like cold water from a spring thaw, the Force from her was cleansing and the feeling numbed him.
There he clung, to the feeling of nothing, this wasn't what he wanted, but it was better than being torn apart. He desperately tried to tap into the darkness around him; it was there, in the distance but it eluded him. He clawed at it – he tried to reach toward the Dark Side of the Force, but to no avail.
Exasperatedly he relinquished his connection and broke his focus to the Force around him. How could the Dark Side be outside his grasp? His intuition with the Dark Side was sturdy, but he had been unable to reach it when he used her as a conduit.
Kylo was no closer to solving this riddle than before. His anger overtook him and Ren slammed his fist on his desk. He could feel the metal cry and bend under his strength. Rey jolted awake, her eyes were wide and fear stricken.
"Where am I?" She said startled. Rey was looking up at him with trepidation laced in her gaze.
Kylo remember about what she had said about his mask, and it was plain to see that the ebony helmet frightened her, so he pulled it off and set it on his bed. He watched as her shoulders and eyes visibly relaxed, as if a harsh spell had been lifted from her. It was refreshing to look at her from outside the mask anyways, his vision wasn't contained like it was in that stuffy helmet.
"I brought you to my chambers, I will get you some food, and I have fresh clothes and a shower," he said with indifference. Rey nodded, as her eyes darted around his room; she seemed to be scanning every inch of her surroundings, as if she was trying to plot an escape route.
Ren walked over to his wardrobe where he pulled out some old training robes, they had been his from Luke's Academy. They were very similar to the ones she already had, but they were a darker shade of beige.
"I'll call for food, you should wash up now," Kylo insisted as he handed her the training robes.
"Thank you," she replied shyly. For the first time ever, Rey gave him a smile, it might have been fake but it was a smile none the less. The way she flashed her perfect teeth and her eyes lit up, Kylo felt his heart go wild – he hadn't expected that, no prisoner had ever smiled at him. He nodded his approval and turned around, he had to hide the damn heat that was rising in his cheeks. Prisoners weren't supposed to smile at him and least of all the female ones, they always remained cold and unmoving.
Rey stood up and walked in the bathroom with the clothes he had offered her. It wasn't long until he heard the pattering of water on a metal floor, indicating she was taking a shower.
While she was preoccupied Kylo quickly rushed out of the room momentarily to call a Stormtrooper over. He demanded to have two meals brought over to his chambers as soon as possible. The trooper had reluctantly agreed, and Kylo had returned to his room.
Quickly, Kylo arranged the furniture to make a place for both him and Rey to eat, his desk would have to suffice as a dinner table, and some old plates and forks from his cabinet would have to make up their silverware. He ate here often by himself, he enjoyed the privacy and he could continue his research without distractions.
Once he was done, Ren took a gentle seat on his bed. For a few minutes her sat there, letting the events of today mull around in his brain. Today he'd captured a young, Force-sensitive girl, something that he thought never would have happened again. The fact that he had slaughtered the last one seven years ago when he'd destroyed Luke's Academy still stuck with him. That whole experience of obliterating Luke's Academy was something he relived a lot more than he would ever admit. Killing his fellow students, well, that was something he wasn't sure if he should to be proud of or something that he regretted deeply.
Sighing, Kylo wanted to break his intense thoughts, so he allowed his gaze fall to a particular book on his nightstand, a book that relayed the stories and powers of every Sith Lord. This book was definitely one of his favorite relics. He loved the story of Darth Bane, but Kylo was only through the history of the Old Republic. Currently he was stuck on the relationship of Darth Plagueis the Wise and his apprentice Darth Sidious who had been the Emperor of the previous Empire.
The story was a chilling one, Darth Plagueis was definitely the most powerful Sith of all time. He had learned how to nearly stop death and could create life using the Force. Darth Sidious had learned all he could from his master, and then one night while Darth Plagueis slept, Darth Sidious had murdered him. Kylo shuddered slightly, it was a good reminder that no matter how powerful he was, he would need to be on high alert while he trained Rey. At any moment she could try something drastic or dangerous, and it would be his job to stop her. If she escaped it would be his fault too, but there was no way he would be letting Rey escape, he needed her more than she understood.
[A/N]: Thank you so much for taking the time to read my fourth chapter. All of the support has been very overwhelming and I really appreciate it. For those of you who commented last time, I really enjoyed the feedback, it truly made my day. If you could leave a comment on how you think the story is progressing, that would mean the world to me. The next chapter should be done soon, and it will be from Rey's perspective, and it will be packed with Rey and Kylo interacts. Again, thank you for reading.