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This Gerard Way as the bluecoats’ “Helenas”
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Kotaro: “You wouldn’t hit a guy with sunglasses, would you?”
Saki: *Grabs his sunglasses and hits him.*
Kotaro: “You hit a guy with sunglasses, that’s…uh…well play.”
Can we have more of the sith family au?
Sorry for the delay… o.o
I simply forgot to post it…
“Obi-Wan? What…” but Satine stopped herself from questioning, when she saw the haunted look on her partner’s handsome features. His golden eyes were wide and they fixated on the the man, who was lying on the ground and the honey skinned female at his side.
“Satine,” the accented voice said very carefully, “get the children away from here… and please, take Nox with you as well. he is badly hurt and is in need of medical treatment immediately.” The voice in which those words had been uttered, had been calm and collected, too calm, for Satine’s liking. Yet she hastily agreed and gently took the wounded Nox into her own arms, while motioning for the still frightened children to follow her.
The first child to comply, was a blonde girl with two long braids at each side of her skull. After she had made the first brave steps, did the others follow her example. Satine’s blue eyes met Obi-Wan’s golden ones for the briefest of moments, and with a last nod in his direction, did the female of noble blood, vanish.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” grumbled the long haired man on the ground, while waving his fretting wife away.
He pushed himself into a sitting position, with Tahl sitting on her heels, ready to assist her husband if necessary, Just as he was about to get to his feet, was Qui-Gon stopped by a blood red lightsaber that flickered to live right in front of him. Midnight blue eyes widened and their owner slowly followed the lightsaber and the arm that was holding it, until he was looking into a familiar face.
“Obi-Wan!” gasped Tahl, but the ginger haired male ignored her.
“Tell me,” he said in a dangerous low voice, his eyes blazing in barely concealed fury, “what you are doing here. And don’t you dare to lie.”
“We came to see you,” Qui-Gon replied calmly. He would lie, if he were to say that he was not feeling fear in his current position. He had not seen his son for a long time and people changed. Who could say what kind of man the ginger haired male had become?
“Did you now?” his eyes narrowed. “And why is that? Did you come to ruin my love once again?”
That single statement, hurt more than all the years of his son’s absence combined. There were immediately tears coming to Qui-Gon’s eyes, but he willed them away, barely. “No,” his voice sounded hoarse, “of course not.”
“No?” the ginger haired male tilted his head. Not even Tahl dared to move or interrupt the conversation. In this state, Obi-Wan was unpredictable. One wrong move could set off the bomb and cause mayor damage to everyone present. Also, she somehow had the suspicion that even with their combined strengths, they would be no match for her son. “I wonder, since you are doing such a fine job already.”
Qui-Gon’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“What do I mean?” he was yelling now and the ruby red blade came threateningly close to Qui-Gon’s neck. The long haired man in question did not even dare to breath. He could feel the heat radiating off the deadly blade, it was barely bearable. “What do I mean? I mean that you come barging in like a possessed man, hurting and almost killing my companion. You destroyed my life once already and you dare to ask, what I mean?”
“Obi-Wan… please,” with horror he realized that he was trembling all over, “let me explain…” he was rudely and heatedly interrupted.
“Explain? I think the time for explaining is long over, ‘father’,” the last word was spit in disgust. “It was over, ever since you replaced me by Anakin. Tell me, oldtimer, how is your ‘son’ doing these fine days?” He mocked gasp. “Tell me, have you brought him here as well? Please tell me you did, because I would just love, to meet him.”
“Please dear, this is not you,” Tahl was finally trying her luck. She felt suffocated by the pure darkness that was coming from him. It was beautiful in a terrifying way, but not a good sign for their current situation.
“How would you now, mother?” hissed the ginger haired man.
“I know you are angry,” the Sith on the ground tried his luck, but once again, he was interrupted.
“Angry? Oh, I am not angry, I am bloody furious!” his eyes shone madly in the dim light. The trees began to vibrate with the darkness pouring out of his every fiber.
“Please,” Tahl pleaded, her eyes were glistening with unshed tears. This was not, how she had imagined their little reunion to go and she desperately wished that she had brought Dooku along after all.
Qui-Gon had already lost all hope of getting out of this alive, when the lightsaber suddenly retreated. He hopefully gazed up at the younger male, only to find himself looking in a emotionless mask.
“Stand up,” Obi-Wan demanded out of a sudden.
“What?” Qui-Gon blinked in confusion.
“I said, ‘stand up’,” Obi-Wan repeated slowly.
The long haired Force user exchanged a worried glance with his wife, before following the strange instruction. He had no desire to anger the man in front of him further, if that were humanly possible that is.
“Good,” Obi-Wan mocked, “Now take out your lightsaber.”
Qui-Gon’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “No, please Obi-Wan. Don’t make me do this,” he said.
“Take. Out. Your. Weapon.” Obi-Wan repeated his command.
“Please,” the older male’s voice broke, but he did take out his lightsaber. Strangely, he could not remember having made the decision to follow the command and he was left to wonder, if it was Obi-Wan’s magic that was making him do it.
Now it was Obi-Wan’s turn. He got into an offensive position, but not before taking out his second weapon, taking it in a reverse grip. The two older Sith knew that one, it was Obi-Wan’s old lightsaber, and even though it WAS older, it was just as deadly as his new one.
“Now, defend yourself, or die like the gutless bastard that you are,” growled the yougn Sith and in the blink of an eye, he was gone, leaving green-black fog behind, before he reappeared right in front of the startled Qui-Gon, who instinctively took a step back and raised his lightsaber to defend himself.
A pleased grin appeared on the ginger haired male’s features, while one of desperation and despair appeared on the taller man’s. Meanwhile were tears streaming down Tahl’s face. She knew that she would just make it worse, were she to interfere on a physical level.
“Oh, Obi-Wan,” whispered the honey skinned female to herself, silently asking the Force for help and guidance…
Kotaro, to Lily: “We don’t use bad words in this house.”
Saki, in the distance: “FUCK!”
Kidnapper: “We have your daughter.”
Kotaro: “I don’t have a daughter.”
Kidnapper: “Then who is this growling girl that’s been trying to bite us all day?”
Kotaro: “Oh god they have Tae!”
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Kidnapper: “We have your sister.”
Saki: “You have Lily?”
Kidnapper: “yes, we have her”
Saki: “Oh.”
Kidnapper: “Oh?”
Saki: “Yeah, you don’t have her, she has you. Good luck.”