Photographic Illustrator (Kylux AU)

Creativity

I yawned and looked up to the ceiling. I'd had the weirdest dream last night... it tied back to the conversation I'd had with Ren the week before. Ren was a child, small and adorable with chocolate brown hair, different from the pitch black hair he usually had. He was with a man and a woman, holding both of their hand and running avidly towards a playground. He begged his father to push him on the swing. He begged his mother to catch him on the slide. And then it all changed. His father lifted him up and threw him in the air but instead of catching, him, he let him fall to the ground and then started to beat on him. Ren screamed and cried and soon morphed into an older version of himself until... his father collapsed, blood soaking his jacket. I woke with a start.

I'd been pretending to sleep for about thirty minutes when Ren finally stopped crying and got into the shower. I could still hear him sob and for some reason, I felt like we may have had the same dream...

I slowly sat up and looked down at my pillow. It was wet...so were my eyes. I wiped them away and wondered what this feeling in my heart was. I looked away from my tear stained pillow.....and my eye caught on Ren's  sketchpad. It was open and on the page showing was....me.

I stood and reached for my handkerchief. I picked the sketch pad up and looked at the extreme detail of myself sleeping. I blushed as an extremely  warm feeling came over my body. I'd always known that I preferred men, but Ren...he wasn't my type. I usually went for...more sophisticated men. But this feeling....

I turned the page and was met with yet another picture of me. I was looking irritated while cleaning a camera. I turned the page. Me eating sushi and onigiri... turn... me reading a book while taking notes at my desk... turn... me editing pictures. I smiled and wondered how Ren would depict me next... I turned the page... and horror filled me.

The depiction was of Ren and his father. His father was laying prone on the ground, a pool of blood surrounding him while Ren was driving a knife into his own chest.  Above the picture was tiny words written in dark orangish- red ink.

It should've been me.

I rubbed my finger over the words. A small flake of the ink fell off. I choked on my breath as I realized it wasn't ink at all.

It was blood.

"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I heard a voice shout behind me. I jumped and turned to see Ren glaring angrily at me, a towel around his waist. My eyes were immediately  drawn to the thick red scars across his wrist. Tears filled my eyes against my will.

He caught my gaze and hid his arm by folding them against his chest.  His face crumpled slightly, as if he were near tears, but didn't want to show it.

I stood shakily. "R-ren... Are you ...okay?" I asked, taking a step towards him, my hand outstretched. Ren pulled away quickly.

"NO!!! DON'T YOU DARE!!!!" He screamed, causing me to jump. "DON'T YOU DARE PITY ME!" He turned away from me and smashed his fist into the wall. He then proceeded to kick and smash everything he could, including his phone, both of our computers, and my camera.

Eventually, the anger left him and he collapsed to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably and punching the ground repeatedly until his fists bled.  I hesitated before grabbing both of his hands in mine. "Ren... Ren, please stop!" I shouted, struggling to stop him from hurting himself further. He started to pull away from me."P-please, everything will be okay. Ren, Ren, KYLO!"

He stopped dead in his tracks. He looked up slowly, his eyes red and puffy, still leaking tears. "Th-that's the first t-time you've ever c-called me by my first name....." He whispered, biting his lip.  I looked at him, dumbfounded, trying to recall a single solitary moment in which I had called him by his first name. He was right, of course. I was raised formally. My mother was Ma'am, my father was Sir, and anyone else in my life was to be referred to by their surname.

I blushed. "I-I guess it is..." I fidgeted him his fingers awkwardly, before realizing that I was still holding both of his hands. I let go quickly and stared at the floor.  Anxiously trying to find a way to change the subject, I glanced at my watch. "I-it's late. We should sleep..." Kylo nodded in agreement before, suddenly pulling me into his arms and collapsing to lay down on the floor. I gasped in surprise. "K-Kylo! What are you doing?!"

He hid his face in my chest. "Sleeping." He mumbled. I rolled my eyes.

"I meant sleep in our beds!" I said, a laugh escaping me. 

Kylo shook his head, causing his hair to get in my face. "I don't want get up now..." He whispered. "I'm already laying down..." 

I shook my head in disbelief. "You'll get cold without a blanket..." I pointed out. In reply, he reached his arm towards his bed without moving his face and ripped the blanket off, covering us both with it. I felt my face heat up and tried to move away from him. Alas, those ham arms and that 8 pack -KYLO REN WAS SHREDDED!- prevented me from doing so. I chuckled and gave in, scooting closer -so the blanket was covering me, of course!!- and laid my head on his shoulder- well I didn't have a pillow, now did I?!?! STOP JUDGING ME!- before closing my eyes and quickly falling asleep.

~~~Author's Note~~~

Hey guys!! So sorry it's been so long... i don't even get a lot of reads hahaha but it doesn't matter. People may not like my writing, but I should still update for those who do XD Anyway. So far Hux is starting to realize his feelings for Kylo, but is DENYING IT HORRIBLY. Don't worry Huxy- poo the ship MUST sail. You have no choice but to love him. <3 Anyway/ Vote, Comment, Share you know it~! Luv u guys!!

~~~otakusebby