Divided [A Kylo Ren/Ben Solo Fanfiction]

Chapter XVIII

"There are a number of possible ways, Ophelia." Kylo sighed frustratedly as I paced the room in a panic. I ignored his attempt at reassurance and gripped my ash blonde hair, wanting to pull it out. "This could've been someone else's office."

I looked at him like he was an idiot, and stopped pacing. "Oh, yeah, because Captain Whatever-their-name-was would keep 20 photos that had just your ancestors in it." I rubbed my face with my hands after I made my sarcastic comment.

"Don't speak to me that way." Ben's stern voice growled from behind the desk, but he didn't make any attempt to hurt me, surprisingly.

I ignored him once again and went back to the desk, searching the other drawers. "What are you doing, Lia?" He groaned.

"I'm looking for a diary, Benjamin." I stopped searching and stood up, smirking at Kylo. He hated his full name, but only allowed me to call him it when we were kids. Kylo looked at me with anger. "Hey, you called me by my nickname." I put my hands up in defense. I was spicy today.

"Stop acting this way!" He yelled at me, causing me to flinch slightly.

I sighed and shook my head, going back to searching. I opened a couple of drawers and looked through them.

"Sir, my stormtroopers have found something." Captain Phasma's smooth robotic voice came from the door of the office.

"Okay." Kylo nodded and and slid his helmet back onto his head, and followed her out. I didn't bother to follow.

After exited, I kept searching until I finally found what I was searching for.

Journal of Captain Han Solo

I smiled as I traced my fingers over the engraved golden letters. I picked the book and sat it on the dusty desk, and sat in the wheeled chair and began reading.

Hey. It's Han Solo. Leia gave this to me for me to write in, and she said that 'It would be great to keep my findings' in here. I don't understand why she gave it to me, she acts as if she despises me ninety-five percent of the time. Maybe I'll write in it. I don't know.

~Han

I smiled brightly as a tear slipped down my cheek. This made me happy.

I flipped through the pages, looking for something that might be of interest. Sometimes he provided little illustrations of what he would write about, so I was looking for a lightsaber. Red, preferably.

  Finally, I found a page. However the crystal was not red.

  I found a kyber saber crystal today. I haven't told anyone, and I'm not going to. I know what they're used for - lightsabers. I'm planning on giving it to Luke as a present. That is, if he doesn't search through my office first!

Leia still doesn't like me. I know she doesn't; I wouldn't like myself either, honestly. Being around her makes me like this, I can't help but try and make myself seem superior in front of her. Really, it isn't helping me, it's just making me seem worse.

  That's all for now. I've got to go help.

~Han

  I closed the leather journal and stared at the icy wall in thought. He didn't mention anything about it being red and he wanted to give it to Luke.

   I sighed and rubbed my face with my hands in frustration. Maybe I was missing something.

  I stood up while gripping the quarter sized crystal. It was warm, despite the fact of sitting in this freezing place for around twenty years. I walked out of the office, searching for Kylo, or Phasma, or even a stormtrooper. I didn't need to be alone right now.