And
trying to keep something a secret makes them unstable.
They
had discovered that early on, when both Anakin and Obi-Wan were
trying to keep secrets and their fusion came apart only hours after
they fused.
Of
course, at first they hadn’t know that keeping secrets from each
other made it happen but after one particular one where Anakin had
fantasied about one of the rather voluptuous older masters and tried
as hard as he could to keep it from Obi-Wan only for their fusion to
come undone the moment he was created…
Well,
that was from there they managed to figure it out.
And
haltingly, they had slowly started opening up to each other.
No
more secrets between them.
For
Oni to be more than just a couple of hours, they needed to be open
with each other, to not keep secrets and more than anything, they
needed to be honest.
That
meant not only about things they thought but also what they did.
Neither
Oni nor Obi-Wan approved of the meetings Anakin had with Chancellor
Palpatine and after listening to Obi-Wan’s concern about why,
Anakin had started to see the meetings in a new light.
And
when Obi-Wan had gotten hurt about the closeness Anakin had gotten
with Senator Amidala during
Naboo, the awkward flirting and semi dates,
not to mention the kiss right before the arena on Geonosis that
Obi-Wan had gotten to see when they formed Oni to deal with Dooku,
both coming off worse for wear and injured but knowing,
Anakin had listened to that hurt and stayed with his master instead
of running with the Senator to Naboo.
He
had pretended unconsciousness when the woman came to visit and ask
for a Jedi escort back, meaning that someone else had to escort her
and
for all the disappointment in her Force aura, Anakin couldn’t help
some relief mingled with the frustration in his belly.
Obi-Wan
had known the truth, but hadn’t called Anakin out on it, just
quietly held his injured
arm
while staring at Anakin with undisguised hope and also a bit of fear
as
he sat on the bed beside Anakin’s on the way to Coruscant, the
emotions palpable to Anakin.
But
among that fear and that hope was also
self loathing.
Anakin
had to tackle that issue too with Obi-Wan, the amount of self
loathing that threatened to choke Obi-Wan some days, especially the
first time Anakin had pulled his still master close and kissed him
softly on
the lips, hidden away in an alcove in the temple, the shadows and
statue hiding them away.
And
Obi-Wan had allowed it, his hands shaking as he cupped Anakin’s
face in his.
Those
two first months, they didn’t do anything beyond a simple kiss here
and there or hands held when no one could see them, regardless how
frustrated either felt, they let their fusion do the intimacy part
they couldn’t do.
And
then Anakin got knighted.
Obi-Wan
had pulled Anakin into his bedroom that night, self loathing, love
and need in his eyes as his hands guided a speechless Anakin to the
sash and belt of his own clothes.
And
then Anakin had overcome his surprise, kissing Obi-Wan with all the
fiery passion he had kept on leash as he had been the others padawan,
pushing the older Jedi onto the bed and kneeling above him as he
worked the tunic open and discarded it, hands eagerly running over
wry copper hair and hard muscles with scars and freckles littered
about.
That
had been it really.
They
hadn’t let go of each other since, kept the bond between them that
should have been dissolved, slept in the same bed when they could and
held each other through fire and smoke and blood.
And
when they could, they formed Oni and shared all their secrets with
each other.
Obi-Wan
shared his self doubt, his struggles to please people, the events of
the past and even the darkness he had touched in the moment Qui-Gon
had died.
And
in return, Anakin shared his doubt about his place in the Jedi order,
his isolation at time of his own making, his anger at the council,
his actions on Tatooine, his bone aching rage and the dark he had
touched.
They
shared, were horrified, soothed each other and scolded each other.
And
belonged together.
Not
a perfect being but a perfect partnership, manifested
in Oni.
Both
Obi-Wan and Anakin had been aware that they wouldn’t be able to
keep Oni a secret for life, especially not with the war but Force had
they tried.
When
the fusion had been required, Obi-Wan and Anakin had always fibbed in
the reports, had made sure other Jedi weren’t there to witness them
in the moment of fusion.
On
the battlefield however it had been impossible and fusing in full
view had been necessary to defend and fight when they were both
exhausted and worn down with people hurt and dying around them.
It
was something neither Anakin or Obi-Wan could abide.
That
did also mean that once they were in front of the council, they would
have to confess.
That
their care to each other ran so much deeper than ‘proper’ for a
Jedi.
Because
Obi-Wan and Anakin only needed a touch to fuse, didn’t need any
moments to gather themselves or even twine together to fuse.
Just
a touch and their minds would meld and the gathered sums of them
became a whole, Oni became real.
The
sum of them.
The
sum they had kept hidden.
The
sign of how deeply connected they were on all levels.
Anakin
glanced at Obi-Wan,
both equally done
with the low buzz of disapproval and the questions and Anakin was
just kinda done dealing with it as a raised a brow.
Letting
out a sigh, Obi-Wan ran his hand over his beard before shrugging and
reaching out, resting his hand on Anakin’s shoulder.
“Master
Ken-” Mace couldn’t finish his sentence before the two lit up and
slid into each other, Oni coming back as easily as if it was just
them breathing, the fusion pulling his hair out of his face as he
eyed the council while
crossing the bottom pair over his chest.
The
council stared back.
Finally
Oni raised his left
upper hand,
waving lightly before gathering himself and bowing slightly instead.
“Masters, Obi-Wan and Anakin were getting kind of done, so they
figured it was best to let me handle this and all the questions.
Since they pertain to me and all.” He settled, his
uncrossed
hands sliding into the voluminous sleeves of his brown robe.
It
wasn’t the first time the council had seen Oni, he had showed up in
the council chamber before and in the sparring chambers when Obi-Wan
and Anakin were working out. But they had never fused before in the
chamber.
And
they had never had a chance to observe him both with vision and in
the Force.
Mace
face turned from thunderous to lightly confused, settling back in his
seat and then looking to Yoda and then towards Adi before returning
his eyes to Oni.
Oni
simply tilted his head in response.
“You’re…
very light.” Mace finally responded, guarded
and
less a question than a statement.
Oni’s
brows shot up on his face before rubbing the back of his neck,
considering something as he stared at the window above the bald head.
Then his eyes dropped back down at Mace. “I’m two parts of a
whole, settled together, yin and yang, light and dark, love and hate,
fire and water,” Oni smiled slowly. “Anakin’s gaps are filled
by Obi-Wan’s presence and where Obi-Wan does not understand, Anakin
steps up, Two parts, one whole, balanced. Not perfect but…” Oni
shrugged.
“A
better being together than apart,” Yoda croaked suddenly, cutting
through what anyone else might say as he observed Oni. Oni nodded
slightly in agreement. “Filling in for each other, a perfect being,
no. But a perfect partnership.”
A
cocky grin slipped onto Oni’s face, both blue and green eyes
blinking with clear pleasure. “Now there’s a better explanation,
a partnership taken to the max.” He chuckled.
“You
can hold this form indefinitely, can’t you?” Adi suddenly
questioned, leaning forward in interest, stroking
her chin.
Shrugging
a bit, Oni once more seemed to consider the words before answering.
Like Obi-Wan would have.
Where
Anakin had lacks, Obi-Wan filled in and visa verse after all.
“We’ve
never tried but we once spent two months fused during that deep rim
mission the council sent us on. It was easier to survive together
than apart.” Oni confessed.
Both
intrigued and confused, the council could only observe Oni.
And
could only speculate on what the meaning behind it as they had never
heard of anyone managing to remain fused for longer than three weeks
in the Jedi order.
And
what it could mean for the future now that Anakin and Obi-Wan weren’t
hiding.
Straightening
up slowly, Anakin glared at Grievous
as the droid bait crackled at the ‘strength’ of the Jedi order,
mocking both Obi-Wan and himself. He hated that karking poodoo fused
wit-wait… fused.
Twisting
his body while wiping blood from his face, Anakin looked at the
distance it was from him to Obi-Wan.
He
could close that in two seconds with a Force boost, but doing so
would reveal what he and Obi-Wan could do. Not just to the galaxy at
large but also to the rest of the Order.
There
would be questions.
Big
ones.
But…
Anakin’s
eyes slid past Obi-Wan, to where Ahsoka was being strapped to a
gurney, to where several vode were laying too still, to where Rex was
shouting orders and then back to Obi-Wan, the redhead having a thin
trail of blood beading down on his temple.
“Obi-Wan!”
He snapped out, getting his former master’s attention, the other
raising an eyebrow before narrowing in understanding.
For
a moment he wondered if the other would reject the idea.
Then
Obi-Wan straightened from his crouched position too, slipping his
saber onto his belt and opening his arms in welcome, a small, wry
smirk lining his lips.
Uncaring
of the words passing Grievous
metal frame, Anakin let out a wide grin and slid his own saber to his
belt.
And
then he ran, right to Obi-Wan’s waiting arms.
No
start up initiation, no dance, no twirl and bounce or even the
slightest sign of what they were up to.
Just
Anakin crashing into his master and then light,
brilliant, overpowering, bright as the sun light.
()()()
Now,
Rex wasn’t an idiot, he knew his General and the man’s former
master was closer than most Jedi were or would approve, though they
seemed to be ignoring it when they encountered it these days.
At
least Plo Koon and Depa Billaba were ignoring it since they had seen
it first hand. But that still meant that they were close and Rex
General at least was very emotionally driven, made closeness with
others all the time.
That
still didn’t mean Rex was prepared for the light show he was about
to be shown as his General made a fast beeline for Kenobi, his eyes
bright and eager with their sabers on their belts.
The
two crashed into each other and light filled the battlefield.
No
start up initiation, no twirl at all, just light and Rex heard Cody
curse quietly in shock and awe.
Because
they knew what was going on.
Fusion,
the thing Force sensitives
could do, fuse with another being and become one made of all the sums
of the other.
But
that usually took a little dance, a start up and a then a joining.
Skywalker
instead crashed into his former master, and joined.
The
light died down and Rex lowered the hand he had automatically used to
shield his eyes, staring.
In
front of them, with copper curled hair hanging down his back, stood
the tallest human Rex had ever seen in person.
Two
and a half meter at least, long, curly red hair hanging down his back
with a mix of both General Skywalker and Kenobi’s armor and clothes
and four arms to match the six of Grievous.
Beige
leggings and red boots, black tunic and white garrote around his neck
with one black and one white gauntlet and if Rex wasn’t mistaken,
that was General Skywalker’s mech arm, the ones below the top ones
not having gauntlets and only fabric.
How
that worked, he wasn’t sure since as far as he understood, it was
only the organic that went into the fusion, so Skywalker’s arm was
a bit of an oddity he thought. There
wasn’t a trace of blood on the fusion, despite both parties having
sported it before and the clothes looked whole, which was good along
with the armor.
“Oh
karking hell.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been me, it feels good!” The
fusion groaned, stretching as tall as he was before turning his face
enough to give Rex
the sight of four eyes, all of them creased in a smile, one blue pair
and one green pair, freckles over
the face
and what was clearly Skywalker’s cheekbones but General Kenobi’s
nose.
‘No
beard, huh, interesting.’ Rex thought faintly as he took in the
freckles on the man’s skin and that little mole beneath one set of
eye. “Sir?” He managed, his voice stronger than he thought it
would be.
The
fusion grinned, a wide, cocky and mischievous smile. “Call me Oni!
Now let’s party.” Oni laughed, pulling both sabers off his belt
with a laugh, the free set of hands folding over his chest while the
others set into a jar kai pose.
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