Kiddo | Kylo Ren

XIX. Again, Akira

Akira was more than happy to be leaving Rako. 

If anything, he was ecstatic. Two bright orange suns and densely populated beaches had been the only thing entertaining him for the past week, besides all the people him and his Knights had slaughtered. 

Both physically and sexually. 

Though his chances of ever returning to this system were minuscule, those damned twi'leki women had the power to make him reconsider. Even if he hated the beaches, and the sand, and the trees, he'd come back for them. 

He'd do anything for one more night with his favorite twi'leki, Bunny. 

It was uncommon to see Akira so infatuated by a random girl, but Bunny was different. Her bright skin, tight clothes, and voluptuous curves Akira loved to sink his claws into attracted him in more ways he ever thought possible. 

She was far from the stereotypical twi'leki woman.

And Akira loved that about her. Besides his sweet Ryo, or the few other twi'leki women he had met on Rako, Bunny was truly the most beautiful person he'd ever seen. Skin color a deep red, lekku a dark black, and lips almost as big and full as her hips. 

But she looked her best when she was in his bed. 

Away from the Knights, down the hall from Kylo, and completely alone with his favorite girl. If he could have spent the rest of his days on Rako with his sweet Bunny, he would have. 

He'd do anything she asked him to do. 

Even stay on Rako with her. Spend his nights in her bed. Marry into her family and produce a half human, half twi'leki child. Anything Bunny wanted, she would have gotten. 

But she never asked for any of that. 

Akira was just another man she was paid to sleep with. He was not special, nor was his sex revolutionary. He was a big, tall, strong giant that used her to please his own aching needs like every other man on Rako. 

So he left her, along with the other women he had spent so many nights and mornings with while on Rako. 

Thinking back, he probably should have learned their real names. Not Bunny. Or Foxy. Or even Kitty. Their real names, given to them at birth, before they began selling their bodies to desperate men in nightclubs. 

Bunny's real name was probably just as beautiful as she was. 

But it was far too late to go back and ask. Akira was already on his way home with the Knights, seated uncomfortably in the cramped shuttle next to Igo, still pondering what Bunny's true name could have possibly been.

Pushing the overarching question to the back of his mind, Akira chose to focus on the shuttle instead. Specifically, the newfound tension between him and Kylo. 

They hadn't spoken a word to each other since Ryo had gotten herself in trouble a few days ago.

There were very few things Ryo did that made Akira angry, but disobeying orders was the worst of them all. She'd never had a hard time following directions when she was younger since she was more impressionable. Maybe even a bit reckless.