The Heir
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"But why Master? There is no point in going," Obi-Wan spoke in what was almost a pleading tone.
"Why don't you want me to go? Are you like some ruler of a corrupted planet that when you go back you have to take up the crown?" Qui-Gon joked.
"You know Master, I had no idea that you could say that all in one breath."
"I did—wait…you still haven't answered my question!" he shot back.
"Master, do you honestly think that I would be a ruler of a planet and not tell you?" Obi-Wan asked raising an eyebrow.
The Jedi master sighed. "Suppose not. Still, why don't you want me to meet your family?"
"Well, it's supposed to be 'I suppose not' whilst 'Suppose not' is a grammatical error in which you did not complete your sentence."
"You're stalling."
"Fine, we can go, and it's not like I have any choice in the matter."
"Of course you do; you chose to allow me to be your master."
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That was the conversation they had before they departed to make their way to Obi-Wan's home planet of Aduro. A planet placed out in Outer Rim; one that even he had never heard of until the day before he asked to visit the home planet.
Qui-Gon sighed. His apprentice had not come out of his room during the whole time they had been in hyperspace. This visit was upsetting his padawan, but he knew that it would be good for his padawan to see his family. Yoda had thought so too, however knowing what the little Jedi Master was up to, was always hard to figure out; many times, well most times, it would be indecipherable.
His padawan needed to come out of his room, and as if on cue Obi-Wan walked in as he thought that.
"Hello Master, I am sorry for my behavior before we left and when I got on board," Obi-Wan apologized with a sheepish smile set upon his face.
"It's quite alright Padawan, I merely want to visit your family, I've never met them before and most Masters meet their padawans family not too long after they've taken them."
"We've been busy," Obi-Wan said.
"You never told me either," Qui-Gon pointed out.
Obi-Wan merely looked down at his feet.
"I suppose I'll find out all this secrecy for when we arrive," Qui-Gon said hoping to get something out of his padawan.
"Well, there is one thing you need to know before you meet everybody," Obi-Wan spoke up.
"What is that?"
"Well, umm…see…Aduro doesn't like outsiders, and you cannot ignore or reject their customs no matter how stupid they are."
"Well that might help," he answered wryly. "What happens if you don't?"
"Please Master, don't break the customs."
"Alright, I promise Padawan, I wont ignore or reject their customs."
"Thank you."
"Oh, and we should be getting off right about now," Obi-Wan said moving towards the cockpits. "And, you cant let anyone know that you're a Jedi, they don't like it in the city of Metuo!"
"Now he tells me," Qui-Gon muttered under his breath.
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Metuo was not anything that Qui-Gon Jinn had expected. It was far from grungy; it was as if the word grungy never even existed during the time that was used to build the city. The houses on the streets looked to be at least three to four stories high and those were merely the smallest ones. The houses had clearly been predestined as they sat across each other and next to each other in the same amount of space. It was not the giant buildings that lived on Coruscant and neither did the houses resemble those on Tatooine.
"Padawan, which of these houses are yours?" he asked curiously, how the boy could tell was a mystery to him; each house were the same light blue color standing on a light green lawn, and each lawn had a tall oak tree upon it. The only thing that was different were the sizes; ranging from 3 to 6 stories. Oak trees were rarely seen in the inner rim.
"Umm…you'll know when you see it, you can't miss it…" he trailed off.
"I get the feeling you're hiding something from me," Qui-Gon said.
Obi-Wan turned with a troubled expression only to meet a sparkle in his master's eyes. He grinned, his eyes showing no happiness.
"What makes you say that?"
"Maybe the way you haven't told me anything about your family, and somehow I cant miss a house when only every house I have seen has looked exactly the same?"
"Well…I…umm…"
They continued walking in silence; the Jedi Master had given up, he would not win this battle. The street began to turn and as they walked through it their eyes met a house unlike the others.
In fact, Qui-Gon Jinn was not convinced that you could call it a house. It stood twice the size of the tallest houses. It was gold, how exactly, he was not sure. A thick metal gate encircled the house and the four giant oak trees that sat upon a darker green grass than that of the other lawns.
"Well…Master…welcome to my home?" Obi-Wan asked unsurely.
"You weren't kidding…" he muttered. He noticed that Obi-Wan would not meet his eyes, shrugging it off on a case of nerves he began to walk to the metal gate. "Well, they seem to have personality."
"That isn't the half of it," Obi-Wan muttered under his breath.
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A/N: Well, I don't own the story and I should be working on the Obi-Wan and English Muffin Story, but I've been lazy and having a hard time finding more serious JA fanfics. sighs at lack of updates on JA (muse hits Yasona Black on top of head what about you ) Well I think I've covered everything.