Kiddo | Kylo Ren

VIII. We need to talk about Akira

There was enough tension in the air to suffocate a small child.

As you watched Akira slowly unlock the door to his bedroom and let it swing wide open, you couldn't help feel the anxiety in your body rise to an all time high. He wasn't angry anymore now that you'd been taught your lesson, but you knew what was to come next.

You watched as Akira slowly tip toed towards the threshold, casually peaking his head down the hallway and spotting his four remaining brethren in the living area.

He was making sure there was an audience.

Without warning, Akira flipped on his heel and hastily walked towards your direction- grabbing a fistful of your sweater and hoisting you into the air besides him. Once he began walking back towards the door, you lashed at his fist, trying your best to pivot your heel and sink back into your solemn room of punishment.

But he wouldn't allow that. His fistful of your clothing garment wouldn't dare let you off on your own again- at least not after that stunt you pulled back by the hangar.

You knew all too well what was coming next- humiliation, harsh stares, and maybe a few pats on the back out of pity.

As Akira dragged you down the hallway and into the den, you felt several pairs of eyes set directly on you. The knights studied your face first, which was still streaming down tears. Then your sweater, which was ripped in various places you wouldn't expect a sweater to rip. Then your legs, which were beaten and torn to shreds after that Resistance fighter had got the best of you.

They were looking at you as if you were a small, tiny prey in the direct line of sight of a predator.

Akira didn't feel the need to leave you there any longer than he already had. He knew every second you stood in front of the knights, the more humiliated you were by their looming presence.

You watched as Akira bent down his upper half to pick up his helmet and slip it over his head. He was still breathing heavily, his voice now modulated under his mask, but still just as loud as it had been earlier.

But the helmet was a good sign. It meant you could finally leave this hell-hole and avoid the knights harsh stares for the rest of the time being.

You were almost to the door before Khuno's words made a raging Akira stop in his place.

"Where are you taking her?" he asked, looking between you and your masked assailant.

Akira's response was quick- forced like he was in some kind of rush.

"The med-bay."

You thought that was it. You thought Akira's final words to the knights after today would be "med-bay," but that dream was shattered once Akira took another fistful of your shirt and roughly flipped you around, your back now facing the rest of the knights.

You cried into his shoulder as he slowly lifted your sweater, revealing to the knights what that damned Resistance fighter had done to your back.

Now you were officially humiliated, cheeks flushing with red as the knights stood there in silence, studying your back injury as your muffled sobs began to increase in volume the longer this torture went on.

A sharp hiccup from your throat brought Akira out of his trance, releasing your sweater from his grip and allowing it to fall back into place to cover your fresh wound.

You were thankful the sweater was pulled back down again; but you still couldn't bring yourself to look the knights in the eye.

You knew they had heard everything Akira had just done to you. Every sharp smack, hit, or punch he landed probably echoed throughout the entire living area, filling their modulated masks with nothing but the sounds of your cries.