Hatred [ShitFic]

This is some crap I wrote after a friend directed me to the @KyloR3n twitter account. Yes I know an Imperial Officer would NEVER act this way, but come on, it's fiction. Late night poorly thought out fiction. Also I'm just copying it back out of the google doc I saved it in. Any formatting issues are just left over from copying it out of a Facebook chat log. Implied slash. ENJOY!

Originally written December 27, 2015

Kylo stared into the darkness. It was true, he was incomplete. He knew of rage and passion but still struggled to put true meaning behind it. A cause worth fighting for or against. A cause worth the destruction he was so capable of yet struggled so deeply to harness. A focal point was what he needed. A target. A clear goal. "Fancy a pint?" Kylo turned from his brooding inflection to find General Hux standing in the doorway of his room wearing only the lower half of his uniform. "I figure we're stuck with each other until we reach the supreme leader and let's face the pure unadulterated facts: We hate each other." Hate. "Loath, even," the General looked into the empty glass in his hand. That was it! Hatred! Hatred for none other than the man he was forced to flee with! Hatred for the man that showed him up in front of the supreme leader!  It was Hux. Hux was his prism of rage. Hux was the key to finding himself and unleashing the true potential of his unending passion and destruction. Kylo glanced back out the porthole of his quarters on the modest escape pod. Hux lingered already looking three sheets to the wind. "Indeed, general. I will have a pint." A wicked grin crosses his lips.