Revenge

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Notes: Firstly, I would like to apologize for taking so long to update. And for still being my own beta-er. The errors shall abound. I might as well take this moment to thank every person who has taken the time to review my story. You're truly what keeps me writing. (which may or may not be a good thing.. I'll let you decide after this installment.)
Next, I promised this entire chapter would be smut. Well.. I'm a dirty rotten liar. It took me forever to write this, and the sex started halfway through, from a different POV. I thought that since it changed POV so spontaneously... that I might as well make it into two separate chapters. I'll post VII, tomorrow. Most of you will happen across this after both have been posted. Oh, and enjoy. ^_^

Obi-Wan's POV


Chapter VI


I just can't stand it anymore. I've been called before the council three times, now. Asked questions that I suspect no one truly wants my opinion on... And before I leave, Master Yoda will add "Something to say, have you?" My answer is, unaltered. Yet, after every polite "No, master." the look he gives leads me to feel as though I've betrayed him anew.

To add to my troubles, Master Windu has been acting very cooly towards Anakin and myself. Especially Anakin, and the poor child cannot figure out what he's done wrong. I can't make reason of it, either.

Oh. And there's the whole little issue of the padawan, I haven't yet trained, being set on my death.. or- Well... Perhaps it's best that I don't think about what his intentions are. All that matters is that I'm sure they will not bode well for me.

So why can't I get him out of my thoughts? Ever since.. 'it' happened he's been haunting my dreams... My every waking hour. For Force Sake! I was even thinking about him during my last council inquisition. I should be emotionally scarred.. Seeking therapy.. Advice from the Jedi Masters.. Anything! I am supposed to be a fragile wreck, damn it!

It's already late afternoon, orange light filtering through the shades, and I find myself, of all the things I could be.. lonely. It's not a normal sensation of being 'alone'.. Where simply finding another, to be near, is enough. It's a very distinct feeling of loneliness, the kind that only one person can make go away. And I'm just wishing to myself, shamefully, that Anakin's training for the day would be over. He's been away for some hours, now, studying basic katas with other students of his skill level.

The last time I felt this way, was years ago.. When Qui-Gon left me behind to embark on a particularly dangerous mission. All contact was lost with him for days, and everyone feared the worst. It's as unpleasant a feeling now, as it was then.

Perhaps this is simply something all masters and padawans experience. It could even be taken as a good sign. The want to have Anakin near could mean that a bond, of sorts, is forming between him and me. I'm truly relieved, for that.. I had feared that I would never really feel like the mentor Anakin deserves.. Like the one he aught to have had...

"Master Obi-Wan, sir!" I turned around, quickly, though I could already tell that it was the voice com. Rubbing tiredly at my eyes, I used the Force (in a wholly irresponsible way) to flick the switch so that I could speak to him.

"Yes, padawan?"

"Master T- ..T- see.. Tuh-see..."

"Master Tsi... go on."

"Right. Him. He says that I'm doing very well. He wants to introduce me to an even older class. They'll be practicing for three more hours, tonight... but I'm not tired! And I'd really like to. Please, may I, master?" I couldn't help smiling when he'd excused the notion of fatigue before I'd been able to bring it up.

"I suppose.. But if you fall asleep during your other lessons, tomorrow.. The consequences are your own, to bare." I waved my hand as though to stem the tide of thanks issuing from his mouth, forgetting that he couldn't see the gesture.

After I'd switched the voice com off, a heavy feeling settled in my chest, and I was suddenly weary. This was something more complex than just a bond being formed between master and apprentice. I just know it has to do with 'him'. But I can't fathom why there would be any connection between him and Anakin. Blast that Luke, anyway...

Suddenly the little room was far to confining, and all I wanted to do was find a large dark area to rest in.. Hide, and think.. I needed to meditate. Deciding that there was plenty of time for me to do so, I left Anakin's and my quarters, and began wandering the labyrinth of corridors, half-searching for a good place to sort through my thoughts.

With nothing resembling the serenity of meditation, my mind raced, processing memories of the past week. I could easily recall hurt, and confusion.. shame, and.. even lust. I'm able to account for feelings of longing, quite easily. He is, after all, an attractive man.. Even the lack of light at the time couldn't disguise that fact. Physically, he's just the sort of partner I would seek out. But what he did was unforgivable.. So the confusion is coming from why I still entertain fantasies of him.. The most important question I should be asking is what, exactly, 'my' intentions are with 'him'.

It must have been hours that I walked, aimlessly. A few blurred faces of padawans and other knights, remained imprinted on my mind's eye with the unchanging style of endless passageways. They'd passed by, gone to their rooms for a night of blissfully untroubled sleep. When the false lighting of the hallways faded to a soothing dimness, I finally stopped, noting amongst the oppression in my chest, a growing sense of unease.

I'm somewhere down what might be the medical ward. And I'm not alone.

"You.." I can't believe it. He's standing there, not thirty feet before me. The surprised expression on his face, is quickly fading to a smug look, that tears at my frayed nerves just a little more. Apparently, he hadn't been expecting to find me here, any more than I did him. The last thing on my mind is to run away, disappear back around the corner I just turned. He must see that in my stance.

"Come to finish off the job?" I would shy away at the unrestrained loathing in my voice, any other day.. But not today. Not now.

"That all depends on what you think the 'job' is." was the smooth reply, but his guarded expression of arrogance slipped for just a moment, and I saw the uncertainty underneath his facade.

"A fair fight this time? Hand to hand..." I'm not sure what made me say it. The challenge was issued as though I'd been planning to ask for days. He smiled at me, then, sunnily, and it almost seemed familiar. Almost. And that disturbed me more than the prospect of his besting me, again.

"It was a fair fight, last time. And you lost, fairly. But I will indulge your request to redeem yourself. If it is what you wish, master." The word sent a chill down my spine.

I'm not sure how he managed to close the distance in what seemed to be the blink of an eye.. But suddenly, he's a few short feet from me.. Almost close enough to reach out and- With an overly dramatic gesture, he unclipped his lightsaber, and tossed it aside. It landed gently with Force assistance.

"You won't be needing that for hand to hand.." I started at the tug against my belt, watching as my saber drifted over to join his. A feeling of vague.. relief overcame me, at the awareness that I was unarmed. As though any inhibitions had been taken from me, as well.

I shifted, anxiously, for a moment, taking in our surroundings. The hallway was quite narrow. Two average humans would have to turn slightly to pass one another without touching. So there wasn't a lot of room for anything fancy. I assumed a stance that had worked quite well for me, in situations that hadn't called for a saber. It was a little known form, which appeared to be defensive. When done properly, it was, in fact, very hard to defend against. I held my body loose, saving my energy for the attack that was supposed to come as a surprise. To my dismay, the position he took up was the perfect counter. He only laughed at my surprised expression.

"You really should believe me when I say you were my master.. I know you better than anyone could ever hope to..."
Just stop it! Shut up! I wanted dearly to yell, but opted to initiate the fight, instead. Predictably, my first attempt to land a blow was thwarted. He caught my left arm at the elbow, twisting me back to face him, a smirk on his face. He was actually enjoying this. Maybe even thought it was a game. I brought my right hand up, aiming to hit his nose with my wrist, but as he realized my intent, the awkwardness of our positioning afforded him the time he needed to knee me hard in the stomach. My blow fell short, and hit his chin, but he still dropped my other arm from the force of it.

Despite the breath I couldn't seem to catch, I spun around, aiming a kick to his head. He caught my foot, twisting it, and I only just managed to keep my balance as I spun in mid air. My other foot landed, squarely, on his chest, freeing me from his grip again, as I just kept myself from landing face first.

I turned around more than ready to continue this, already feeling wonderful for the darkness surging through me. I couldn't wait to spill his blood, and the thought never worried me for a moment.

"Your time is over, 'Darth Vader'. Or perhaps I should call you Luke?" As I said this, I dropped, seeking to kick his feet out from under him.

His reaction told me that Ynin had been right. The look of surprise etched over his face was more than enough to prove what I said as fact. Satisfaction overtook me at the feel of sturdy legs buckling, but he dropped back onto his hands, flipping to land gracefully on his feet.

"What?" As he regained his wits, he unfortunately regained his undoubted skill. A hand shot out, catching me by throat so fast that it took me a moment to realize what had happened. He was so close that his breath stirred my hair. Lust, at the sound of his quickened breathing, and anger, for his denial, tore through me. I could sense his own arousal, and it only worsened my fury and desire.

"Your name. It should be familiar if you are who you claim." I brought my own leg up, seeking to cause more pain than damage, but he caught me beneath my knee, turning me so that my back was crushed to him. His true arm was held tight across my waist, pinning my leg to my chest. His prosthetic arm was wrapped securely around my upper chest, to grip my shoulder. It was a wholly humiliating position. Especially with his 'true interest' digging against my lower back.

"I never took you for ignorant.. Especially when the signs are so obvious.." his lips brushed my ear with every word, and I couldn't quite fight the shiver that ran through me. With a hop, I brought my free foot down, hard, at the tip of his foot. With a cry of pain, he released me, and I staggered away, a step, glaring at him.

"What do you mean?" Ynin had said my next apprentice would a man named Luke.. The description had been too close. If he wasn't called Luke, then-

"It never even crossed your mind, did it?... You fool. I'm Anakin."


TBC...


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That's also part of the reason I split it into two chapters. A line like that deserves to be the cliffhanger to a chapter. Who am I to break the cliche?

Part VII continues from Anakin's POV.. There is.. *whisper*sex*end whisper*. It's not all smooth sailing, of course. Annoying little things, like emotions, get in the way.

If you simply can't wait the few hours until Chap VII to comment/tell me off.. Then, great. Let me have it.