Frankly,
he knew it was coming.

Du
Crion had allies
and even a few friends that liked him amazingly enough to Obi-Wan and
there was always jealousy going on when someone bettered their
position. Obi-Wan was not blind to the ones he had left behind who
had quietly jeered at him thinking he’d have to take the Inquisitor
offers.

Bruck
Chun and Aalto Ser was quick to hiss at him when they could.

However
when Obi-Wan was with his new master all he experienced was the
glares in his back, no one dared to even as much as glare at him when
Qui-Gon was within hearing or sight as the tall master’s eyes
missed nothing.

But
Obi-Wan couldn’t stay at his master’s side
or the lavish apartment his master had at
all times, he
had lessons to go to, people to socialize with and his own things to
do when he had finished his training and chores.

And
so he finds himself being shoved to the wall by two knights glaring
down at him, a blond and a redhead respectively, amber eyes sparkling
malevolently at him as Obi-Wan glares back and bares his teeth at
them.

For
a moment he has the flash image of a lion cub snarling back at male
lions bearing down on them with murderous intent.

Brave
but ultimately foolish.

“I
can’t believe a little shit stain like you is the reason Xanatos
is dead, you were easily enough isolated.” One of them hissed, a
viroblade in his hand.

Glancing
down at it, his pride bristling at the perceived insult of the other
not even bothering to pull his lightsaber, Obi-Wan snarled back. “He
was weak and I was strong. And you needed two
to take me and gang up on me, at least I went after Du Crion alone.”
He mocked.

He
received an enraged growl, one of the humans reaching for him only
for Obi-Wan to lash out with the Force, the tiny Force lightnings he
could manage enough to burn the nerves and make them wary.

But
also enraging them at the same time as Obi-Wan got his own medicine
in reply.

Proper,
true lighting rains down on him and Obi-Wan’s knees hit the ground
harshly, marble floor just as unforgiving as gravel as Obi-Wan teeth
bite through his lip to keep his screams in. He will not scream for
them, he will have that much as he raises his head enough to glare.

He’s
still panting harshly as the lighting is let up moments later, both
of them smirking down at him.

“I
say we carve him up and leave him as a corpse for the lothcats, a
puny macabre find for someone.”
The redhead grunted, playing with his blade.

Snorting,
the other rubbed his chin. “Or we drain him, he’s strong, you can
tell that much.” He drawled.

Obi-Wan’s
attention however was drawn further back in the hall as a dark shape
was making itself known. Amber and blood red was almost glowing in
the dark and Obi-Wan felt his heart thunder in his chest that had
nothing to do with the lighting and pain he had been exposed to.

No,
it was excitement as Qui-Gon’s unforgiving stone face finally
emerged from the dark behind the two oblivious knights.

“Or,”
He whispered silkily, both of them going ramrod as Qui-Gon rested his
hands on their backs. “I give my warning to the temple at whole
through you two for attacking my apprentice.” That
was their only warning.

And
then they were screaming, collapsing to the floor while spasming and
kicking, put under Qui-Gon’s dark power as all color seemed to be
pulled from their hair.

Watching
in awe, the dark side crooning lullabies and promises in his ears,
Obi-Wan licked the blood off his lip and smirked when they urinated
under the pain and he was almost disappointed when Qui-Gon stopped,
leaving the two panting and shaking on the floor, alive.

Then
his focus was all on his master as the man gracefully stepped over
the two bodies and the puddles around them, the man’s large hand
cupping his chin.

The
man’s thumb prodded at Obi-Wan’s bleeding lip, his own pursing
before running his hand gently through Obi-Wan’s hair.

He
felt his lip tingling, Qui-Gon’s Force wrapping around him as the
man healed Obi-Wan before drawing him into his stomach in a brief
hug. “Well, you lasted longer than I thought you would apprentice,
quite clever in avoiding difficulties but hopefully this will be
warning enough for everyone.” The man murmured, his deep brogue
soothing and warm to Obi-Wan.

Humming,
the scent of the man’s musky cologne and tea which was trapped in
the cloth going up his nose, Obi-Wan relaxed at the offered safety
and warmth of
the other Sith.
“Thank you master.” He whispered quietly.

Slowly
Qui-Gon continued stroking his apprentice copper
hair for a few more seconds, both ignoring the whimpers behind him
before he settled his hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, turning
him and then guiding
him with him through the hallway.

“Shouldn’t
we alert someone?” Obi-Wan questioned, not bothering to glance back
as
it was obvious what he meant.

Snorting
dismissively, Qui-Gon only squeezed his shoulder. “No, someone will
find them or they will make their own way. Regardless, my warning is
clear. You are off limit for anyone as they deal with me if they
touch you.” He drawled as they entered one of the larger halls,
passing statues of foregone Sith.

Biting
his lip, Obi-Wan had to hide a smile even as he leaned into the grasp
of his master and meet Chun’s enraged eyes across the hall with his
own smug ones.

Oh
the power at his fingertips…

Enemies
better watch their back because Obi-Wan was going to become a force
to be reckoned with.