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Flowers For A Shinobi

Chapter 5: Dawn

Word Count: 3,383

Pairing: Kakashi x OFC

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The early morning sunrise cast over the treetops of Konoha, painting the foliage in brilliant hues of orange and red. As Ayame walked towards the village’s front gate, she felt optimistic about her journey with Kakashi and the likelihood of healing these shinobi. No one should have to go through such a painful and debilitating illness as she had. It was all up to her to find those scrolls and perform that jutsu. She was sure it would be executed smoothly. Hopefully.

On her back, she carried her rucksack, stuffed with tubes of all the medicinal herbs she may need, along with a handful of tools to craft medicine if required. These items, of course, were brought as a precautionary measure. She had no reason to believe that she would use any of them. Nevertheless, she brought them just in case.

Maybe she was too optimistic.

Her strappy sandals shuffled down the dirt street as she thought about the final time she had left Rōtasuagekure. She had no family left there or anywhere, for that matter. Nothing had prepared her for the devastation that originated within that village or the unsuspecting role her brother had played in it. How naive she had been.

She thought of her brother for a moment, the innocent little boy who she always perceived to be a child in her mind. He had grown up so quickly that she had hardly noticed his changing behavior until it was too late. His new ideologies had been molded by someone else. She blamed herself when she laid in bed at night, wondering if her life would have had a different outcome had she intervened earlier.

As she rounded the last corner before the main gate, she spotted Mrs. Genchi, a widowed old woman who still owned and ran the only tailor shop in the village. Ayame nodded her head in greeting as she passed by, watching as she swept the storefronts path with her withered broom.

“Good morning, Genchi-sama,” Ayame hitched her rucksack further up her back.

“Good morning, Ayame-chan,” The old woman continued to sweep, not looking up. Ayame wondered if the tailor shop owner questioned why she headed towards the gate with a backpack rather than towards the flower shop. She bit the inside of her cheek.

At the gate, the orange glow of the sunrise was at its brightest. It was almost blinding as it came over the horizon. The large wooden doors cast two dark shadows heading out of the Leaf. Against the brick column leaned the man everyone called Kakashi, his backpack at his feet and a book in one hand. Ayame assessed him as she drew closer, observing his profile that was concealed behind a mask. She absently wondered again why he covered his face.

“Morning,” he greeted as she approached. She wondered if he had seen her coming, only for it to dawn on her moments later that he is taught to listen for footsteps.

“Good morning,” Ayame nodded solemnly, unsure of how he treated the seriousness of the mission. He closed his book in one hand and turned to face her.

“It seems there are more shinobi that have returned ill this morning,” Kakashi informed her grievously. His voice was quiet, not wanting anyone around to hear. She leaned closer. “So this mission is growing more urgent by the day. We still have time, but the situation is becoming more serious. This totals 14 shinobi that are hospitalized right now.”

“Understood,” Ayame stood up straight, ready.

“Lady Hokage has her assistant, Shizune working with the Medic Corps to formulate a backup drug in case our mission falls through,” He explained, his thumb stroking the spine of his book absently.

“Right. We should get going then,” she nodded, turning to the gate. “Anything else?”

“Yes, actually,” he reached into his backpack, revealing a pair of shin-high boots. She looked down and noticed he, too, was wearing the same kind.

“The tactical propper dispatched these to us. Hopefully, they will keep us protected from any underground threats.”

Kakashi handed the boots to Ayame, who assessed them skeptically. Carefully, she took off her old sandals and replaced her feet with the boots.

“I mean, the rest of our body is exposed, though.”

“I know. I already discussed it with them. But on such short notice, we just have to remain diligent in monitoring our surroundings. I know you do not have shinobi training, so don’t worry about it. Just remain cognizant.”

Ayame nodded, wiggling her feet in the boots. She could only imagine the sores that were to come after walking in these all day.

“Alright then. Ready?” He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Yes,” Ayame responded, smiling slightly with excitement.

“Lead the way,” he said to her, his single eye squinting in a smile. She looked over at him, stunned that he was trusting her to guide them. But really, why wouldn’t he? She smiled back, hitching her backpack up again as she began to walk in the direction of her old village.

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The two moved quickly, or at least as quickly as Ayame’s feet allowed them to. She was not a shinobi by Konoha’s standards, but she did happen to be in good shape. Kakashi, of course, could move much faster than she ever could. Regardless of his pace, he didn’t let her fall behind.

The journey from Rōtasuagekure to Konoha had taken Ayame three days on foot by herself. Their pace today was much quicker, but she still anticipated they would need to stop at some point. Their conversations were light, mostly commentary on the scenery and the journey at hand. Often, he would pull out his book and read as they traveled. Ayame led the way, directing them to the best of her ability to her old village through thick foliage and dry dirt paths.

He asked her once if she wanted to stop to rest for a bit, but she declined, reminding him of their tight schedule. He had shrugged in response, allowing her to continue despite her evergrowing slumped shoulders.

“I think we should stop here for the night,” Kakashi finally remarked hours later, assessing an opened space through what little light the day had left. Above them, an opening was naturally formed around a canopy of trees, displaying twilight’s constellation of stars.

It was only when she stopped did she realize how exhausted her body was. She had been walking for 13 hours straight, eating little pellet-looking food Kakashi had offered her as they traveled. If it weren’t for her sheer determination to save the men and women of Konoha, she would have surely collapsed hours ago.

She sat down on a rock nearby, feeling her feet scream in gratitude. Underneath her boots, she was sure her feet were littered with blisters. The darkness brought cooler temperatures. Ayame wasn’t sure if it was her exhaustion or the cold that brought a slight chill to her spine.

“You look exhausted,” he pointed out casually, collecting a few twigs nearby for a fire.

“I’m fine,” she waved a dismissive hand, taking her backpack off. Her eyelids begged for sleep, and every inch of her body told her it was time to rest. She watched him perch the twigs up in a tent, preparing for a small fire. He put his hand down near the bottom of the pit, and a moment later, a spark of flame came up.

“Should we have a fire right now?” Ayame asked, looking around. “Won’t it draw attention?”

“Yes,” Kakashi agreed, standing up. “But I have no reason to believe we’re in danger here. It’s probably going to be cold tonight. Plus, I’ll be awake. Someone has to keep watch.”

“You’re not going to sleep?” she asked him, unrolling and setting her blanket down for the evening near a small boulder. He sat on a rock close by, stoking the fire with a long stick.

“I’m fine,” he responded assuredly, shrugging off his jonin jacket and carefully gathering it up to place on the ground next to him. Ayame stretched her legs out on her blanket and yawned as she rolled her shoulders. She looked over at him, feeling guilty for wanting to sleep while he kept guard.

“Shouldn’t you rest, though? I’m sure you’re just as tired as I am,” Ayame asked. She watched as he pulled off his Konoha headband, his silver hair falling flatly over his forehead.

She couldn’t quite place it, but there was something unusually stunning about his presence. The way his disheveled hair rested over his brow after a long day. The look of his body without his bulky green jacket, his shoulders hunched but broader than she initially perceived. She watched as he shifted one leg forward, his limb looking longer and more muscular at this distance. Ayame pushed her hair behind her ear, her eyes peering over his tightly wrapped ankles. She couldn’t understand why she studied him so closely, but she felt warmth spread like wildfire throughout her body when she did. The flickering light of the fire and the late hour of the day blended together in her mind to create an exhilarating new feeling.

“I’ll be alright,” he said, looking up at her from across the fire. The flickering light of the flames danced across his shadowy face. He gave her a small, reassuring smile. She noticed his other eye, the long scar that ran across his lid and cheek, cutting right through his thin gray eyebrow and disappearing under his mask. When he smiled, his eyes creased at the corners. He looked like a different person without his headband and jacket.

“I’m sure I’ll doze off for a little bit at some point,” he assured her, looking up at the sky above. The light flickered off his Adam’s apple.

“Thank you for your patience today,” she said, leaning back on her elbows, “I’m sure it was painful for you to walk so slowly. But we should get there early tomorrow.”

“It was a nice change of pace,” Kakashi slid down his bottom down into the dirt, using the rock he had just used to rest his back. Bending his knee, he flickered his eye back over to her.

“I was thinking,” she heard him say, “You said this Tsukamu root had lasting effects on your chakra reserves. Have you trained to attempt to gain some of that lost chakra back?”

Ayame looked over at him, surprised. “I - I have not, really. Or rather, I’m not really sure how. I mean, I know how to exercise and train. But my chakra was always just something that was there and then one day, it wasn’t. I had no guidance on how to get it back.”

“What happened when you were low on chakra in your old village?”

“We would be sent to do other work, and someone else would come in to take our place of growing the flowers. My cousins and I were cycled through. One day it would be me growing, and the next day it was someone else.”

Kakashi nodded, looking at the fire, and a rueful leer appeared beneath his mask, “Sounds like they just used you.”

“Yeah,” Ayame agreed dismally.

“I’m sorry about your clan, by the way,” Kakashi looked over at her somberly. “What you said yesterday, it must have been difficult.”

Ayame frowned, looking down at her lap and picking at fingertips. “I just wish I could have saved them.”

“I’m sure you couldn’t have saved them all and yourself.”

“I could have tried.”

Kakashi looked over at her, observing her as she nervously fiddled with her fingers. In the orange light of the fire, he could see a layer of coiled frizz haloed around her braid. He found this comforting, although he wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it was because of how hard she had worked to get here today, with no formal training as a shinobi to go long distances in short periods. Yet her determination had surprised him.

An owl hooted in the distance, reminding him of the one he heard last night in Tsunade’s office.

“You shouldn’t blame yourself,” he said finally, his eyes locked on her.

“But I could have prevented it if I had paid more attention to what my brother was up to. Why he wasn’t around when he should have been. I just figured he had other duties, and we covered for him. I didn’t expect him to be …”

Kakashi nodded his head, understanding. “Regardless, you can’t change what happened. You just have to deal with the reality and move on.”

Ayame looked up at the fire, the glowing flames licking at the sticks he had placed in a pile. Frowning, she thought of her brother, her own blood, the reason she had no family left. Did she miss them? Of course. But did she yearn for the never-ending labor and mistreatment? No. Certainly not.

“But I don’t think your charka situation is a lost cause,” Kakashi said, shifting his tone. She watched him kick a small rock with his sandal. “You said you haven’t trained, but have you tried other methods?”

Ayame looked over at him, "I think my case is a bit different, wouldn’t you say?“

"But have you tried?” Kakashi countered. His tone was tenacious but lighthearted in nature. She considered just ignoring him, not wanting to rehash her inability to conduct chakra. But when she looked over at him, he raised his eyebrows in anticipation of her response.

“I haven’t,” she tried to push back a smile that crept up on her quickly. “As I said, I would imagine my circumstance is different.”

“I’m assuming no one ever taught you what is actually going on inside your body,” Kakashi returned. This felt like banter between two friends, not between two people who had just met less than 24 hours ago and were shipped out together on a time-crunched mission. Or perhaps he was flirting with her. Ayame pursed her lips, not taking the bait.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” Ayame yawned, stretching her arms. Didn’t want to seem too interested, she thought.

“I mean, I don’t have to tell you,” He quipped, reflecting back her disinterested tone. He stood up, stretching his arms as well. “I just thought maybe you’d want to know what’s really going on.”

Ayame’s ears perked up, and she looked up at him, his back turned to her as he gathered a few more branches in the brush behind them.

“What do you mean, what’s really going on? I would think I know more of what’s happening in my body than you do.”

“That may be true,” he said as he stood with a twig in his hand. “But you were never taught the basics of your chakra network. It’s not some central point in your body. It’s a system of vessels that channel through you. I saw you earlier when we were walking with my eye, and your chakra network isn’t as damaged as you believe it is.”

“I’m sorry?” Ayame felt her face flush as she quickly looked over at him. She was grateful for the darkness around them.

As she spoke, he turned to her, his left eye opened. Her brain couldn’t quite comprehend what she was looking at—the red glow of it, the spinning iris. His complete gaze assessed her, looking through her like a window.

“With my Sharingan, I can see some of your chakra network. When you were walking in front of me today, I used it to see if your network had been severed where you were previously injured. My assumption was correct, and it wasn’t, but it is severely damaged.”

“Severely damaged,” Ayame repeated, looking down at the fire.

“Yes,” he turned back around and shut his left eye as he gathered more sticks for the fire.

“If your network was severed, you wouldn’t be able to use any of your chakra,” he said, sitting back down. “But as you showed us last night, you can. You are able to maneuver some chakra through your body with some health repercussions. But that doesn’t mean it can’t be mended and used. It just may take extra energy to push your chakra through the channel.”

“And how do I do that?” Ayame asked skeptically.

Kakashi casually threw a few twigs into the fire. “Today, you used a good amount of energy to get here. More so, I would say, than you do on a regular basis. Although you may feel drained, your body should have generated chakra through your physical movements.”

“Is this what you were thinking about all day?” Ayame laughed. “I understand. But how do I push it through? It’s not like you can widen an injured vessel.”

“That will come from healing and spiritual energy,” Kakashi explained, “healing can be done back in Konoha. I’m sure you’ve never seen someone for this injury, right?”

“No,” Ayame replied. “I never thought to.”

“I doubt it can be healed completely at this point, but it’s worth a try.”

“And this spiritual energy?”

“Spiritual energy and physical energy is what chakra is made of. Physical energy manifests from training or exertion. Spiritual energy, however, comes from within,” the silver-haired shinobi explained, holding a twig between his hands. She watched as he twirled it around his fingers. “Think of it as mental stamina. You can increase it by experience or meditation. Have you ever meditated?”

Ayame shook her head, feeling inferior for never having learned any of this. There was a whole world out there she had never been exposed to. Even within the confines of her new home, she had never learned any of this.

“I don’t do it often, but it is a good method to use when you are just learning to hone your chakra or learning a different chakra nature,” Kakashi explained. “I can teach you - if you want. Or maybe you could try it in the morning before we leave. I think it would help.”

He looked over at her, waiting for a response. The pensive ambiance of the sparking fire and the evening’s cool breeze enveloped their little huddle. Looking over at him, Ayame gently smiled, nodding. His gaze was penetrating; the twinkling of his dark eye in the fire stirred something in her stomach.

“I will,” she said finally.

He smiled softly at her. His eyes locked with hers, and she could see the smile under his mask with the unsteady light of the burning fire. Despite the crisp air of the night, heat washed over her body like a wave against rocks. Time seemed to slow, even for a few seconds. At that moment, it was just the two of them in that forest: no illness, no mission, no timeline. Just his dark eye staring softly into hers. The wrinkle of his eyes when he smiled felt like an electrical shock to her body.

“Thank you,” she said quietly. “I appreciate your help.”

He watched her lips curl with each word. Something twisted in his lower stomach, and he swallowed. He looked away and chuckling softly, immediately regretting severing their connection. He scolded himself for letting his nerves got the best of him. The feeling that had just washed over him was unlike anything he was familiar with. As a man who was rarely ever shaken, he felt jarred by the experience. He was a calm man, dedicated to his role as a shinobi of the Leaf. Something as potent as that feeling would only distract him, he reminded himself.

“No problem,” he responded, scratching the back of his neck uneasily. Ayame looked down, smiling softly to herself. This felt quite childlike, but nevertheless, she found herself savoring it.

“Get some sleep,” Kakashi said finally, pulling out a battered orange book from his back pocket. He was clearly flustered, she thought. “We have to leave before dawn, so we don’t have long. So get some rest. I’ll be right here.”

Ayame nodded and laid down on her blanket, her heart still pounding in her chest from such a small interaction.

“Thank you,” Ayame said again, turning to face away from him. She hesitated, chewing her bottom lip. “Goodnight, Kakashi.”

A pause.

“Goodnight, Ayame.”

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A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry no screenshots this week, it seems my Sims is acting up. But I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I rewrote it about 4 times, as I wasn’t sure where I wanted it to go. But I’m very excited to keep going :) Thank you for reading! <3

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Kylo Ren / Ben Solo + rising

Q: “The Rise of Skywalker.” That’s obviously not you. That’s gotta be Ben Solo. That’s still Ben Solo. That’s the only Skywalker we know.

Daisy: So you’re the first person that’s said that. He’s a Skywalker, yes.

Q: I guess he’s just rising, he just keeps rising.

Daisy: He’s just keeps rising.

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Chapter Thirty

A Conflicted New Home

Previous Chapter

Ship: Kylo Ren x Reader

Rating: M

Again, your mouth was covered to silence your protests. They were always trying to silence you. Another arm wrapped around your diaphragm, pulling you out the sliding doors and down the corridor stealthily. Your legs flailed as you tried to break free, kicking their shins behind you.

“Shh!” You heard next to your ear. You felt your body stiffen, unsure if it were a product of fear or surprise as you realized it was Ren.

He pulled you into an unlit room, your eyes widening desperately to try and see your surroundings. He put you down, not as gently as you had hoped. The floor was cold and damp.

“Why are you here?” He asked, his voice sounding more frustrated than concerned.

“You don’t have to save me, I could have handled it on my own.”

You blinked at him, your eyes adjusting to the darkness. You couldn’t make out his face, but you could sense him nearby. His breathing was heavy and he took a step closer.

“Why are you here?” He asked again. “It’s dangerous.”

“It’s dangerous here because of you,” you quipped at his audacity. “Why are you doing this?”

“You were supposed to be in-” he returned.

“My family is dead,” you interrupted him, your voice emotionless. With the loss of your mother and the disownment of your father, you had done what you always told your patients not to do and disassociate yourself from the situation. You felt nothing anymore.

You heard the twisting of his leather wardrobe and you knew he had crouched down, squatting near you.

“You still should not be here,” he said, his tone even.

“Who are you to tell me where I should and should not be?”

You heard the snap of electricity in the air and a faint buzzing reached your ears. You blinked, seeing blue current streaming to each of his fingertips, sparsely illuminating the room. He stared at you, his small dark eyes striking right through you. You sat there for a moment, your eyes locked into one another.

He looked down, his eyes trailing down your arm.

“You’re hurt,” he said, looking at the blood drying and sticking to your skin.

“I’m fine,” you pulled away, standing to your feet. “I need to leave. I am so disgusted with you. I don’t think you understand the damage you are causing, Ren. I thought you understood. The light is where you belong. You have only fallen deeper. Now you - now you are yielding force lightning? Did Snoke teach you that?”

He didn’t respond. His lips hung open just barely.

“You’re pregnant,” he murmured through the stale air. His words hung between you. His eyes looked down again. You touched your stomach, the ever-growing roundness becoming more prevalent every day.

You swallowed, wishing you had hidden it better.

“Yes,” you replied. “I am.”

“Why didn’t you - who -“ he could barely string a sentence together. This was so unlike him to be at a loss for words. You felt the heat spread up your back and behind your ears. He stood, following you as you quickly made your way to the door.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He stopped you, grabbing your upper arm.

“Stop!” You were pinned between the metal door and himself. His other hand sat perched at shoulder height, the illuminate of the blue lightning mirrored in his firm gaze. He loosened his grip.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“How could I have found you?” You asked incredulously, your lips curling. “How could I allow my son to be aware his father chose to hurt people instead of helping them?”

You couldn’t tell if his expression was hurt or angry.

“It is mine?” His grip lessened, but his steady intense gaze shot through you like a rusty bullet. You stared back, searching his face. You had seen him this vulnerable before, when the Light was tugging at him, pulling him back to his home. But this was different - this was disappointment within himself. You stared at him for a moment, feeling sorry for him almost.

“Please,” you whispered to him finally, “just let me go.”

He stared at you, his jaw clenched. Slowly, he let go, his hand sliding down your arm and falling to his side, limp with sound defeat. His other hand flickered out and once again you were enveloped in the darkness.

“I have to save my son, Ben,” you told him, your voice unwavering despite the pressure in your throat. “I am done trying to save you and convince you that what you’re doing is wrong. You only care for yourself.”

You took his hand and you felt him tense. A sense of hope washed over you that wasn’t your own. So these emotions you had been feeling were his? A nagging sense of anxiety tugged at you as you finally surmised your baby was connected to his father after all.

But just as quickly as the emotion came, it vanished as you swiftly placed his finger on the security pad next to the door, allowing it to slide open behind you. For a moment, light from outside highlighted his somber face. You took a step back, holding your stomach and clinging to the opposite wall.

“I’m sorry,” you told him. Without a response, you watched as the door closed on him.

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Chapter Twenty-Nine

A Conflicted New Home

Previous Chapter

Ship: Kylo Ren x Reader

Rating: M

Kylo’s POV

His senses were delirious with adrenaline as he looked around, ground shaking and rebel pilots scrambling for their jets. Behind him, more of his men descended from the aircraft, their weapons poised in their hands and ready for combat. Each of them wore a mask similar to his, it’s black metal dented and scratched with sparring trials meant to train for this day.

“Kill every rebel on base you see,” Kylo commanded, his head turned to speak to those behind him. “But take the young women hostage until we find her.”

Someone cocked their weapon.

He paused, “And if you happen upon Luke Skywalker, bring him to me. I will finish him.”

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Your POV

Your body was completely ridged with fear and shock. You took a step backward, your mouth suddenly dry as you watched Kylo’s men descend upon the Rebel base. One yielded a lightsaber that looked as though it were just a flame, bursting through the dark sky as he punctured the chest of a resistance fighter. Another threw an orb at the ground, its contents exploding and shaking the earth beneath you.

You fell backward on a stone and onto the hard gravel, losing your balance. You held your stomach as you attempted to scramble yourself up. Someone took you under your armpit and pulled you up. You tried to run with them, but your legs felt like they had weakened and cemented to the ground.

“You have to walk, Miss [y/l/n],” Kavis, your patient was standing beside you, your ears ringing as he tugged at your arm. His eyes pleaded with you, “I don’t think I can carry you!”

Before you could take another step, a silver speck of light sliced through the air and caught Kavis just above his stomach. His grip let go as he fell backward, groping at his wound. His had pulled back, covered in crimson. His face was suddenly ashen. Your hand trembled as you touched your lips, shock overwhelming you to tears.

A hand was on your mouth, pulling you backward. You grasped at your stomach, protecting it as your heels dragged on the gravel towards the ship.

You screamed behind the hand that dragged you, pleading with them to let you go as you elbowed then and flailed your limbs. They had the wrong person! You weren’t the one they were looking for. You were being dragged back into a life you didn’t want. Surely Ren would find you now and he would discover you were pregnant. You suddenly had an overwhelming awareness that you didn’t want him in this baby’s life. You were going to fight to protect this child.

You struggled, breaking away and falling to your knees, struggling to stand up with the uneven weight of your belly giving you unbalance.

“Not today,” he grabbed your wrist, pulling you back. You didn’t have the strength you used to. This hasn’t been the easiest pregnancy, taking every ounce of energy your body produced. As the result, you felt your muscles weaken against the man's grip.

Without warning, you felt a pinch at your neck and the world fell away.

* * * * Your body ached. Your neck was sore as you blinked your eyes, trying to focus in the dimly lit room. You looked up, realizing your wrists were chained behind you. Around you, the rebel women of the base were in the same situation as yourself. You could barely see a few feet in front of you. One woman was awake, her sniffles of anger barely audible over the sound of the already hazy fluorescent light above flickering on and off.

“Where am I...?” You managed.

Your question was not answered. You attempted to move but soon realized the metal around your hands were the same as you had one the previous ship you were on with Kylo. Immediately, you knew where you were and the memories of what happened flooded back. Instead of fear washing over you, you felt malice consume you. You gritted your teeth, wishing death upon these men.

How could he do this? How could he be so senseless? Only here for power and nothing more.

Had you done nothing to help him? To reinforce to him that this was not the right path he should be traveling on?

You wondered how the General was combating this war on her turf. Was the base prepared for such an ambush?

It was only on occasion that you let yourself think of how this baby would grow up. Would he be like his father? Or would the Light is his grandparents oust the impulsive and reckless tendencies of his paternity?

More women began to rouse, looking around and crying out as their bones compressed with each movement, tiny shocks electrifying them from the shackles.

The door at the other side of the room slid opened and you gritted your teeth harder with anticipated anger. Two stormtroopers entered, weapons at a ready. You looked up, grateful it wasn’t him. You couldn’t bear another interaction with him. And to see him like this, deeper into the darkness than when you had left him, only caused you more anger that he hadn’t listened.

But then there he was behind theme his face bare just as it had been 6 months ago. The scar on his cheek that you had helped nurse was now covered with a silver bandage. He stopped in the middle of the room.

Your baby kicked you in the rib and you lurched forward. You froze in shock, it was the first time you had felt him kick. The metal on your wrists tightened, but you said nothing to draw attention to yourself. You bowed your head, hiding.

“Do you see her, Master Ren?” A stormtrooper inquired, looking about.

The door opened again and a putrid looking man in a gold robe entered. His face was scarred and mangled, looking as if someone had burned him and left him to die at one point in his life. You remembered him and a chill ran down your spine, the taste of fear in the back of your throat. You swallowed and glanced up. He sneered at the group, shuffling his feet behind Ren. Kylo didn’t move but stood ridged, his hands folded at the small of his back and his gaze straight ahead.

“She’s not here,” Snoke observed, his voice raspy and harsh.

“Correct,” Ren said, his throat hoarse suddenly.

“Thrawn predicted this would happen,” Snoke gazed around. You remained with your head bowed. “Your men are worthless. Just as you are, Ren.”

You glanced up, watching Snoke step forward and taking a fighter pilot’s face in his hand, gripping it hard. He stared deeply at her, his revulsion apparent. He pushed her against the wall, her head banging against the metal with a thud as she could do nothing to resist.

“Rebel scum,” Snoke murmured, kicking her foot. The woman spit at his feet and he ignored her. Snoke walked passed Ren, his golden garb billowing behind him. Ren turned to follow. With your head down, you could see Kylo’s black boots two feet before you as you glanced up. You could audibly hear Ren swallow. Could he sense you here?

“What should we do with them, Master Ren?” The stormtrooper inquired.

Snoke interrupted, “kill them.” Your ears picked up the sound of Ren’s leather gloves twisting behind his back. “I don’t want to look at them.”

You lurched forward again, this time with a growing sense of nausea and frustration overcoming you. Again, you were here. How did you keep ending up in front of death’s door like this? You rose to your feet as the stormtroopers charged their weapons, cocking them with an echo that bounced off the cement walls. Memories of what had happened on your last ship with Ren manifested themselves in beads of sweat dripping down your back.

One by one, the women stood, unable to move excessively with the shackles locked tightly around their wrists. Death by firing squad, their circumstances showed. Yet, none of them would let them win. Snoke disappeared behind the shifting doors. You swallowed, watching his back as he took a step out into the corridor. Another kick. The door closed.

Without notice, one of the women charged towards the Stormtrooper, nailing their helmet with the side of a fist and pushing them to the wall.

A surprise blast ricocheted off the ceiling and struck another trooper. Other woman protested and tried to fight back. You turned your gaze back to the ground. The stormtrooper yelled for everyone to get back against the wall, kicking them in the stomach to keep them away from their weapons. A blaster went off, striking an engine mechanic in the pelvis. She doubled over.

You couldn’t give up this easily. Not like this. You couldn’t let these other innocent women die. You couldn’t let your baby die, regardless of its paternity.

Without fully comprehending what your body was doing, you charged forward, head first towards the stormtroopers as their fingers squeezed the triggers. You didn’t know what you were doing. You were being foolish and reckless, but your instincts told you that you had to do something. Shots rang out as you rammed your shoulder into the harsh metal armor of the trooper, pushing them against one another. The metal scraped your shoulder, ripping your shirt open.

Then darkness.

A tiny click echoed in your ears and your wrists were free. You felt a grasp around your upper arm as your body was yanked from the scene and the shackles dropped to the ground. Commotion still went on behind you. The last glimpse you had as the lights flickered on was of the others realizing they were free too.

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A/N:

I’m going to try and finish this story soon. :) Thank you for reading <3

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