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

My Master

• Summary: Obi-Wan does not handle Qui-Gon taking Anakin as his new padawan well. Not at all.

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It filled him with rage, oh, but, he was so calm. His eyes filled with tears, but he would not let them fall. His heart beat against his chest, his lungs constricted, but this would not be his fall. It would not be. 

He was not ready. He was not ready. He was not ready. Master, I am not ready.

Qui-Gon’s hand’s sat on the small boy's shoulders. “I take Anakin as my padawan learner.”

No, no, no.

The council spoke. They spoke loudly but Obi-Wan could not hear them. He could only hear the thrumming of his heart.

“...is ready.”

He swallowed. He stepped forward. He lied. “I am ready to face the trials.”

Not ready. Not me.

“...and he has so much to learn about the living force, but he is capable. There is little more he will learn from me.”

Don’t say that. I have so much to learn, Master.

Chatters among them all, Anakin turned to look at him with a smile. Pure innocence. He hated him.

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It was dark- like the sky on Kamino. Something unsettled in his gut, the feeling of pure disgust riled up in him. He turned to his Master.

“It’s okay, young Padawan,” his Master reassured, “use the Force.”

A dark chuckle was among the woods. The hairs on his neck stood up.

“You know nothing of the Force,” the voice whispered out, oh, he had a lovely voice.

The woods rustled and he turned, his grip on the ignited ‘saber tightened. “We are not afraid.”

“Oh, my dear one,” the voice whispered, “you should be.”

The Force slammed against him, the words echoed in his head, and all he felt was dark.

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When Anakin awoke, his eyes were blurred and the room smelt like ash. It was too much, his tongue was too heavy, he was too far from the Force. He tried to reach out to Qui-Gon through their bond but he heard nothing, he couldn’t even feel his Master.

“Do not fret about Qui-Gon, my dear.” The voice said, hiding in the dark shadows of the room.

Anakin struggled against the restraints on his wrist. “Who are you?”

A dark chuckle rang through the room which made Anakin shiver. The figure moved closer to Anakin, small steps with every breath he took.

“You know who I am.” The voice whispered to him, much closer than before that Anakin could feel the words against his skin.

Anakin did not know. It could have been many people that Anakin had wronged, or at the least, Qui-Gon had wronged. Maul. Dooku. Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan.

“Oh, look-y there.” The voice cheered out. “He figured it out. You truly are the chosen one.”

Obi-Wan was dead. He wasn’t alive. He died during the trials. Master Yoda told him.