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The youngling snuggled in his blanket watching the lava through the thick glass. Protecting him from the heat that wishes to devour him. He's been watching the lava flow for an hour, 1 hour of peace.
With a soft sigh, Obi-wan tugged his blanket up to his chin. Laying on his side gave the lava a strange effect. Slowly sooth Obi-wan's mind, letting him forget about everything for the time being. Obi-wan's eyes drooped and without any fight, he let his eyes close. His mind slipped his conscience.
Suddenly the automatic door opens, deep machine breathing fills the room. Popping any peace Obi-wan had. Obi-wan made his shield clamp around his mind. Not wanting to show any sign he is aware. Heavy footsteps came close to Obi-wan. Stopping right behind Obi-wan, he subconsciously held his breath. Not moving a single muscle.
(Mechanic breathing)
(Mechanic breathing)
(Mechanic breathing)
Out of nowhere a glove hand touches Obi-wan's head. Getting a reaction out of him. Obi-wan bolted up and away from Vader's hand. Pushing back from the man. Vader stayed kneeling where he was.
Tension grew in the living room, breathing and his own heartbeat was the only thing Obi-wan could hear. Then Vader stood up, staring down Obi-wan.
" You don't need to be afraid of me Obi-wan." Obi-wan pushed himself until his back touched the glass. Vader let out a sigh before taking off his helmet. Obi-wan's heart clenched seeing Anakin's face still under the mask. He turned his head away from his old padawan. It hurt too much to see through sith eyes on him.
Movement causes Obi-wan to glance back, eyes widen realizing Vader was staying right in front of him. Eyes lock on to one another. Tears began filling his eyes. A single tear slid down his cheek.
Cure this small body and mind.
Vader leans close, Obi-wan desperately tries pushing away but the damn glass is still behind him. A hand on his cheek froze Obi-wan's body. The sith slowly wiped the tear away.
" Sleeping on the floor is not good for your back." Then the sith walked away. Obi-wan let out a shutter of breath. Still frightened by Vader and all the pain he has caused.
Obi-wan stood on wobbly legs, grabbing the blanket and placing it on the couch.
There goes his peaceful afternoon. If you can call a whole lava planet peaceful. The window was wide, reaching the kitchen to the living room. Showing the beauty of the lava. Even though the outside was scolding hot, inside was cold.
Cold enough so that Obi-wan has to wear sweaters and fluffy pants. Obi-wan sighs, he should get used to Vader trying to be friendly. Key word try. Because he can be angry, furious enough that he was close to hurting Obi-wan.
Obi-wan closes his eyes as that memory floods in.
(Memory)
Obi-wan made it, he finally made it out.
Now I just need a ship.
The once Jedi master now tiny stalks through the fortress. Away from Vader's home, it'll never be Obi-wan's home. His home had been decimated by order 66.
He walked around the stormtroopers and offered. Getting closer to his destination. To be more safe, Obi-wan opened a vent and began crawling through. Getting his clothes all dirty.
The sounds of ships moving made Obi-wan smile. He can finally be free from Vader's grasp. But that smile didn't last, red light blocked Obi-wan's path. It cut through, causing Obi-wan to scream in terror. The vent broke under him, Obi-wan didn't have enough time to land on his feet. The impact of the floor to his nose made it bleed.
Black boots stood in front of Obi-wan. Then Vader grasps Obi-wan's shirt, pulling the frightened Jedi up to his feets.
" What force do you think you're doing?" His cold and threatening voice echo the hall, yellow eyes glare into Obi-wan's eyes. Many Troopers walked away, not wanting Lord Vader to cut them down. Adrenaline coursing through Obi-wan veins, blinding his mind.
" Leaving!" This made the sith Lord growl, tossing Obi-wan hard to the wall. Obi-wan gasps in pain from the impact. His blood spilling on the floor and clothes. Obi-wan held his breath when the sickening sound of the saber turned on once again.
" How kriffen dare you, after everything I have done for you. You repay me with this!"
Vader raises his saber at Obi-wan in anger. Obi-wan let out a cry and tried making himself smaller. Waiting for the saber to hit his soft flesh. But nothing happened, the hum of the saber tells Obi-wan that it is still on and yet it never strikes.
With a last bit of any courage he has, Obi-wan glances up to see. Vader staring at his saber then back to Obi-wan. He turned off the saber and kneel. Shaking hands grasp Obi-wan cheeks. Analyzing his bloody nose and bruise face.
" I'm…..I am sorry." Obi-wan couldn't think of anything to say or do. Only stare at Vader with wide eyes. Vader sighs, wiping off some of the blood still pouring down his nose. His black glove smeared the blood. Obi-wan watches how Vader's face crumbles.
" I'll upgrade the door locks and add more security so this doesn't happen again." Vader mumbled to himself as he scooped up Obi-wan. Trapping Obi-wan in his arms. He tried squirming in Vader's grasp, but he is too strong for his small body. Tears pour down his face, energy seeping out of him.
" Shh, just rest." Placing his non bloody glove hand on Obi-wan's forehead. Sending a strong suggestion in his mind.
(End memory)
Obi-wan stares at the ceiling in his room. The few things here are the bed, carpet, and nightstand. The door automatically locked, keeping Obi-wan in the room until tomorrow. Nothing else to do, Obi-wan closes his eyes.
***
Obi-wan's face scrunched up, the lock on the door open. Letting Obi-wan know he can leave now. A tire sigh escaped the Jedi. This is really his life huh. Obi-wan wiped the tears that subconsciously fell.
The Jedi left his cell, finding the sith lord in the kitchen. Cooking what smells like pancakes with a side of bacon. His little stomach growls, getting a chuckle from the sith.
The man placed a plate on the table, pulling a chair for Obi-wan to sit on. Which the Jedi did not take. Staring at the Sith to wait if he'll do something.
The sith sigh at the stubbornness of Obi-wan. The Jedi let out a squeak as Vader just plucked him off the ground. Placing him on the chair and pushing the plate to him.
" Eat." Obi-wan stares at the food again, it does look tasty and his 7 year old body will not last without food. With a sigh, Obi-wan began to eat. Or more like picked at it.
Vader was eating his food while reading a data-pad. His face is blank, making it difficult to know what he is thinking. Tried as he might, he can't figure out what the sith Lord was reading. Obi-wan could try his old bound, but he'll never give Vader the satisfaction of a live bound.
" Stop picking at your food." Vader's voice jolted Obi-wan out of his through. Causing the old Jedi to blush, realizing the sith Lord noticed his staring.
" I was going to eat."
" Hmm by eating you mean, staring holes in my head." Obi-wan pouts, mumbling as he eats the food. Even though Vader's face was blank, there was something in the sith eyes. What it is, he couldn't put his finger on it. Was it a want, a need? Is it even worth anything to ponder about.
Obi-wan stops paying any attention to his surroundings. His mind began wondering about the two lights he can't see. How were they, is Leia still a strong head like Bail? Was Luke still fascinated about the Galaxy? Do they miss him or…
Obi-wan notices the water droplets on his hand and table. His cheek wet from his tears. Some Jedi, already crying about being forgotten. Obi-wan sniffed, wiping his cheek with his sleeves before going back to eating. Not noticing how his mind began to slip.
When he put the fork on the table, Vader stood up. Walking towards Obi-wan and scooping him up.
Obi-wan didn't even fight the sith Lord. Allowing Vader to carry him to the couch. Time becomes a blur, sounds turn muffle and touch fade. Soon Obi-wan stared into the void of his mind.
***
Vader uses the force to open the blind. Allowing the lava glow filled the living room. Obi-wan became surprisingly calm in his grasp. The Jedi ginger hair tickles his neck. Something doesn't seem right with this. Vader reached Obi-wan's shield and found nothing.
He gently tips Obi-wan's head up, showing how his eyes stare right through Vader. The sith Lord cure, picking up a blanket to cocoon the Jedi. Remembering those few nights where Obi-wan spirits vanished. And every last one of them frightens Ana… Vader.
Vader rubs Obi-wan back to see if he can get any reaction. When he received no response from the Jedi. He cures once more knowing how long these episodes last.
***
It has been forever since he was gentle with someone. Especially with Obi-wan, the whole torturing for information before using a device to de-age just to make him feel weak and powerless. Then almost stabbed Obi-wan's tiny, fragile body.
Vader watches Obi-wan softly breathe. His eyes open and close as his small hand weakly grasps Vader's robe. His tiny body seamlessly fit Vader's arm. As if he was a missing piece to a puzzle.
Obi-wan let out a little mewd sound then snuggled closer to Vader. The Sith began to ponder, why did he need to keep Obi-wan here. Vader and his men found Obi-wan, torture him for any information. But not getting anything from the Jedi. In anger Vader found a device that can de-age him.
It started as a way to torment the man. Showing him how weak and pathetic he was, but now it changes. What changed Vader's motive. His eyes start scanning Obi-wan and he begins to notice things.
How soft and fluffy Obi-wan's hair is. Easy for Vader to run his finger through. The light skin showing never seen freckles. Or how round and squishy thoughts cheeks are. Making Vader want to gently rub his thumb over them and squish them.
And how cute his tiny hands are compared to his own large hands. Vader grasps Obi-wan's small hand with his hand. Feeling the soft skin, not yet covered in cartilage like his.
Something in his chest began to swell. Everything Obi-wan does, Vader seems to notice. The way he stumbled his own feet, his face turned a bit pink from embarrassment. How wide and colorful his eyes are. Or the sudden anger Vader felt when one of his officers made a grave mistake. When that thing forcefully grabs Obi-wan's chin. Giving his skin a bruise.
Obi-wan let out a whimper when the man made him stand on his tippy toes. Pain slips through the Jedi shield as the filth smiles. But his smile turns into horror when Vader grips the officer's arm. Slowly cracking the bone, the man yelps as Obi-wan stumbles back.
After that, hours of screaming and bone breaking gave Vader the satisfaction he needed. With Obi-wan safely secure back to their home.
Suddenly the feelings he felt that day came back. The urge to protect Obi-wan. To protect the fragile, small Jedi.
His Jedi
His Obi-wan
His light and no one deserves to see him. No one should know how he loves his tea. How he meditated with a smile on his face. The sparkle in his eyes.
His and only his
Vader let out a chuckle, Obi-wan will learn how to live like this. And he will reteach him the way of the force. For once, Vader blankets Obi-wan's mind with his. Making sure he doesn't use the dark side of the forest.
Obi-wan face scrunched, moving a bit before settling back.
" Ani." He mumbled, Vader's heart beat faster. Obi-wan must be drowsy and not realize who he said that to.
Liking the sound of that, no
Loving it
" Yes Obi-wan, I'm here, no one will hurt you ever again" Obi-wan's eyes began to flutter up. No wanting to shatter this moment. Vader covers his new apprentice's eyes. Obi-wan fought his hands but Vader whispered.
" Shh, Sleep." Soon Obi-wan's body went limp. Leaving Vader back to his thoughts. Thinking about everything he can teach and change. But first, cuddle time is needed.
Vader mute any notifications on his comm-link. Turning the holo-T.V to some random show. Before curling his body around Obi-wan. Dragging his flesh hand through Obi-wan's hair. Vader closes his eyes, thinking about everything he is going to do after a nice long nap.