A/N: Hey! I'm back after the most awesome trip of my life. 'Scuse this chapter if it's not up to the usual standard but I've only been back a day or two and am suffering from jetlag. So here's chapter 10! Hope you enjoy it!

In Coruscant…

The room was bare except for a little green figure that sat in the chair with his eyes closed. The early morning light cast long shadows through the giant plane of glass that made up an entire wall of Yoda's quarters showing air taxis already drifting past.

He was meditating on Qui-Gon's mission. It was a very important mission that he had undertaken, bringing the Chosen One to him. He had recently felt a surge in the light side of the force and he knew that somehow, along the line, the Jedi counterparts have revived. He had been searching for this stray soul, determined that he or she shall be destroyed or turned, but the perpetrator has proven to be very competent at hiding himself. Yoda was aware that the Chosen One must be prevented from fulfilling his prophecy or the Jedi will be no more so he had sent Qui-Gon Jinn and his Padawan to retrieve the One before the opposing Sith Lord can.

Right now, he was following their mission closely with the force. For a while, nothing happened, nothing that could tell him that they had found the One. Then, abruptly, he felt an upheaval of the light followed by an outburst of darkness.

Yoda gripped his walking stick tighter; lines appeared on his wrinkled forehead. He reasoned that the light could only come from a Sith and an outburst like that could only mean engagement in melee combat. He recognized the darkness of Qui-Gon which then, without warning, became weak, so weak that he could only just sense it.

Yoda let out an angry growl as he felt the life force of one of his best Jedi Masters fade slowly away into nothingness. Then another spark of darkness, stronger and fresher than that of Qui-Gon's, infused his senses and he smiled gleefully as he realized that the darkness came from Obi-Wan. After a few minutes, the light imbued being faded away, cut off abruptly.

Yoda's eyes snapped open and a malevolent grin filled his face, pleased at this development. Lose a strong Master but gain an even stronger one, he thought with wicked pleasure, make that darkness stay in young Kenobi, I must …and exactly how to do that, I know.

He understood that Qui-Gon would've tried to make it stay there already if he had a chance to speak with his Padawan before he died. He hopped off his chair and switched on the hololink, typing in a code. A couple of seconds later, a blue hologram figure of a beautiful lady stepped into view, her long blond hair floating in behind her.

"You called for me, Master Yoda," she said in a smooth, rich voice, tucking a lock of hair behind her ears and looking prettily up at Yoda.

"It is time," said Yoda in his graveled voice, "break his heart, you must."

A malicious smile played at the curves of her lips, lighting her face up. "Of course, Master Yoda," she said.

"Know the method, you do," stated Yoda, "Make him hate, you shall."

She dropped a small curtsy as Yoda switched the hololink off.

Obi-Wan sat next to his master's body in the ship's hospital, gazing into emptiness. He still felt slightly shaken at his eruption of hate and anger but he must let it run its course, like a fever and like Qui-Gon had told him to do. He blinked and stared at his master's body. Obi-Wan knew that he should be feeling aggrieved and empty, but no matter how he tried to make himself feel, his emotions always turned back to anger. He was angry the Qui-Gon had to die, angry that he had left him alone and without a master and he hated that Yoda and the Jedi council had sent them to such a god forsaken place as Tattooine. He also resented the boy for being the reason that they were sent there, the reason that Qui-Gon was there; the reason he had died. The more he thought about it, the more he hated the boy – the "Chosen One" that is too old for training anyway. He glared over at Anakin for a second, disgusted by the boy.

Across the room, Anakin sat in the corner, looking sad and miserable, clearly missing his mother. Anakin had enough sense not to disturb Obi-Wan after seeing the expressions on his face so he stared out the window instead, dreaming about Coruscant and the Jedi Temple. He was going to become a Jedi! He still couldn't believe it and he couldn't understand why they had come for him specially especially since they normally train Padawans from infancy. He gave a small sigh and gazed at the millions of stars dotted around the darkness of space. He jumped as a large hand thumped down onto his shoulder and snapped his head around to face Obi-Wan, who now had a minute smile on his face.

"Just stay here, okay, Anakin?" he croaked in a dry, worn voice. "We're nearly at Coruscant."

Anakin just nodded in response, too nervous and excited to respond and Obi-Wan swept out the place in his brown Jedi robes.

Yoda and the rest of the Jedi council stood at the ship port where Obi-Wan and the Chosen One are due to arrive in a few minutes time. They all looked grim, obviously waiting to receive Qui-Gon's body.

The ship touched down on the platform and the Jedi all moved closer as the hatchway opened, revealing the brown robed figure of Obi-Wan, walking down the ramp with a bent head and Qui-Gon's body floating in a stretcher behind him. Behind the stretcher came a young boy with a mop of blond hair following them out and looking lost. Yoda's eyes jumped straight to the boy and could immediately sense that he was very strong with the force indeed. He also knew that the boy was nervous and scared for what they would think of him. Yoda frowned, displeased at this sign of weakness. He studied the boy for a while.

Go, it has to, he thought, then make him strong, we shall.

The small procession reached them, and all the Jedi turned to walk into the Temple, leading the way to a funeral pyre that had been prepared for Qui-Gon.

Stepping inside the Temple made young Anakin all the more excited. He looked around in awe of the tall stone arches made of a marble-like stone. Turning his head, he saw a big, lush garden filled with beautiful smelling flowers with a giant fountain in the middle that gave of the calming sound of trickling water. Looking the other way, he saw a big hall filled with younglings wielding practice sabers, fighting each other.

The procession in front of him stopped suddenly, forcing him into a hasty halt. Wondering why they had stopped, he stretched up onto the tip of his toes, trying to see above the tall Jedi Masters in front of him. All he could see was the tips of immense polished oak doors swing gradually open.

As they continued, he saw that they had entered into a vast garden that was mainly undecorated bar a few flowering plants here or there. Right in the middle was a big funeral pyre where Obi-Wan and one of the other Masters he didn't recognize were loading Qui-Gon onto. Without any words, a little green alien, whom he highly suspected was in charge, picked up a torch, light the fire pyre and step back a step or two. Tongues of fire liked at the wood, slowly at first and then faster and faster until the pyre became a blazing ball of fire, slowly consuming Qui-Gon's body within.

Obi-Wan stood close to the pyre, looking intently down at the fireball. I won't ever fail you again, he thought to his master as a last word, I promise.

Obi-Wan woke with a heavy heart the next morning. It was the first time he would not be meeting his master in the morning.

He sat up in his bed; pushing the light blue covers off his chest and swinging his legs over the side, letting his bare feet touch the plush, deep carpet that was cream. He rubbed his hands over his face tiredly while trying to suppress a yawn. He had stayed up for half the night, tossing and turning in his bed, not able to forget that Qui-Gon was dead. He knew that he should really try to get over it as soon as possible but he had already decided that he would allow himself a day of mourning, just to pull himself together.

He stood up and headed for the fresher, resolved to spend more than what he usually does in it – which is five minutes. He was hoping that a nice, long, hot shower would help him relax and brighten up. He stepped into the shower and turned the water on, letting it run soothingly over his skin.

As he stood, he contemplated what he should do today, trying to rake something up from his brain. He couldn't just wonder around the Temple like a lost ghost – that would be very boring. He could go talk with one or two of his friends but that seems so taxing and anyway, he didn't want to spoil their day by turning up in a bad mood. After a few moments, he finally settled on a decision and turned off the water jets. Grabbing a towel, he stepped out of the fresher, drying himself thoroughly and started to dress himself.

He arrived at the small luxurious house that was preceded by a small porch and a front garden. He walked up the porch steps and entered the house silently, closing the door shut behind him with a little click and headed out to the back door where he knew she would be, sitting on a garden bench watching all the butterflies and bees that come and go in the garden. He made his way to her maze-like garden and strolled through the lush green plants of Jada's house carrying a beautiful white flower he had brought earlier that day. Turning around the corner of a hedge, he saw her sitting there, leaning back on the garden bench dressed in a very provocative black dress. He stood there for a moment; just looking at her, letting his eyes run over every detail of her beautiful face, finding this more calming than even meditating and just as he thought it would, he was already feeling less sad. Just being in her presence was like medicine for him. He stepped lightly towards her and bent down behind her, landing a kiss on her silky white neck.

"Here, darling, I've got a snowdrop for you," he murmured into her neck, his lips brushing lightly over her skin, enjoying the goose bumps that it caused.

Jada jumped ever so slightly, the movement causing one of her dress straps to slide off her shoulder. She hurriedly caught it and slipped it back on.

"Obi-Wan!" she exclaimed, slipping elegantly off the bench and stumbling back a few steps, "What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean?" asked Obi-Wan, puzzled at her reticence.

"Go away, Obi-Wan!" she continued emotionlessly, "I don't want to see you anymore!"

At once, Obi-Wan felt his rage build up again inside him. "What do you mean?!" he repeated vehemently, forgetting the promise he had mad only yesterday.

"I mean what I say," she replied, shrinking back against the garden wall when she saw his anger.

But Obi-Wan didn't notice her fear. All he could hear were her words telling him that she didn't want to see him anymore echoing around his head. He pushed her roughly on the wall, digging his fingers into her shoulders. Jada gasped in pain and looked up at him with frightened eyes.

"Why?!" he shouted. "Why?!"

Jada's big blue eyes glazed over with tears, threatening to overspill any second. "I've fallen in love with another man," she whimpered, her lower lip shaking.

Obi-Wan became still, then his eyes turned yellow. "Who?" he growled menacingly.

Jada didn't answer. She only shook her head.

"Tell me," he commanded, stepping away from her and using the force to choke her.

Her hands flew up to her throat, scrabbling helplessly at the invisible thing around her neck.

"Tell me!"

Gasping for breath, she managed to choke out a few words, "Your best friend…"

Shocked, Obi-Wan let her go. She dropped down onto the grass, panting and wiping the tears from her face. By the time she looked up, Obi-Wan was already gone. She sat back on her haunches, threw back her head and let out a derisive laugh. Then, grinning to herself, she switched on her hololink.

"It has been done, Master," she hissed gleefully.

"Excellent! Now, see if he does it, we shall," replied the green alien on the other side. "Well acted, I must say."

Obi-Wan rushed blindly through the Temple passages, making for his best friend's quarters. The people in the passages hurried out of his way, not daring to stop him, so great was the rage on his face.

Arriving at the door, he didn't stop to open it; instead, he yanked it straight off its hinged using the force and sent it flying down the passage. He stormed into Crese's room, drawing his saber. Crese was startled out of his meditation and looked up into his best friend's terrible face.

"How dare you!" was the last thing he ever heard before Obi-Wan's light saber came slashing down at him. The last thing he ever saw was Obi-Wan's hatred-filled face staring down at him with yellow eyes. And then, all was dark.

A/N: I swear I will slow the pace down next time :) I know this was quite a fast chapter.