Two Halfs of One Warrior • Obikin/Vaderwan One-Shots

Can't You See You Belong to Me?

• Summary: He understood why Anakin liked to come down here so much. He, too, was just chasing those moments of easy smiles and intoxicated laughs, of his veins beating so harshly he couldn’t even tell if it was from the music or his heart. It couldn’t be helped that someone on the verge of nineteen would sneak out and into these seedy places far too dangerous for one so young and pretty. Obi-Wan couldn’t blame him.

He did blame Anakin’s master for letting him sneak out and into seedy places far too dangerous for one so young and pretty as Anakin.

If Anakin had been Obi-Wan’s padawan, as he was meant to be, he wouldn’t manage to leave Obi-Wan’s sight, ever. Even now, as neither Anakin’s master nor a Jedi at all, Obi-Wan always kept an eye on him.

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The lower levels of Coruscant were something Obi-Wan was quite familiar with. He remembered his padawan days of sneaking out and making his way down here – more often than not accompanied by Quinlan Vos – to experience a few hours of normalcy. On those nights, down here, Obi-Wan wasn’t a Jedi; he was just young, drunk, and horny. He’d be a Jedi (with a headache) the next day, but in those moments, he was just…Obi-Wan.

So he understood why Anakin liked to come down here so much. He, too, was just chasing those moments of easy smiles and intoxicated laughs, of his veins beating so harshly he couldn’t even tell if it was from the music or his heart. It couldn’t be helped that someone on the verge of nineteen would sneak out and into these seedy places far too dangerous for one so young and pretty. Obi-Wan couldn’t blame him.

He did blame Anakin’s master for letting him sneak out and into seedy places far too dangerous for one so young and pretty as Anakin.

If Anakin had been Obi-Wan’s padawan, as he was meant to be, he wouldn’t manage to leave Obi-Wan’s sight, ever. Even now, as neither Anakin’s master nor a Jedi at all, Obi-Wan always kept an eye on him.

It still filled him with rage, his not being allowed to train Anakin. It was his own dying master’s last wish: Promise me you will train the boy…He is the Chosen One…He will bring balance…Train him…

And Obi-Wan had vowed to do so, but when he returned from Naboo with yellow eyes and a Force signature tainted with Darkness, the Council denied him permission to take on the young boy he and his master picked up from Tatooine. They would’ve said no regardless, considering Anakin’s age, but to know that they said no to Obi-Wan specifically was the nail in the coffin.

He hadn’t meant to touch the Dark, but to slain the man that had murdered his master before his very eyes took more than Obi-Wan had had in him. It was obvious the Council understood the loss he’d suffered and the feat it was to kill the first Sith in years, but it was just as obvious how his persistently yellow eyes unnerved them.

He had left that night – left the Temple and the Order. The Council had been more than gracious, simply ordering him to regular visits with the mind healers and forbidding him to leave the Temple without the healers’ clearance. But the thought of staying, without his master or his padawan – especially if he had to watch Anakin train under another Jedi – sounded like the cruelest torture they could’ve inflicted on him.

So he left. He didn’t Fall and become a Sith, though he could still feel the way the Darkness lingered and how his eyes would shift between blue and yellow. He simply didn’t bother to deny the darkest parts of himself anymore, including the ones that still ached to have Anakin as his own. He lived as inconspicuously as possible, knowing that the Council would never allow a semi-Fallen Force-user to roam about freely. He’d considered moving to a different planet – perhaps Naboo or back to his home planet of Stewjon – but couldn’t bring himself to leave behind Anakin.