Just a bit of info on the lightsaber fights, I just wrote how they convey their emotions through clashing their blades instead of describing how they actually fought. Thought it would be better if I did that instead of just writing they fought in a certain way so yeah, here is the new chapter.

Kageyama cried out as he landed on his butt, cursing the fact that there were such things as hidden chambers even on a Star Destroyer. As he rubbed his ass and looked around him, the darkness of the room was slowly lit up by rows of light, artificial flames burning in sconces on all sides. This was the Knights of Shiratorizawa's throne room, meeting room, whatever they called it, he couldn't recall.

He also happened to have landed squarely on one of the six thrones lined up on a raised dais, the one where Ushijima would sit in and command others to do his whim as he thought how stupidly it fit into his image of being an egoistical king. Guess Tsukishima was right about some things after all.

"Kageyama?" a voice called out as Kageyama froze, familiar footsteps bouncing off the walls as Hinata walked into the room. A look of relief flashed across his face as Kageyama thanked the gods that Hinata was safe but at the same time, he knew what he had come here for.

"Hinata, I can't go home."

"Bakayama, you think I care if you want to come home or not? I'm dragging you back no matter what."

"The Jedi Temple is gone. The Jedi are gone. We are no longer Jedi, what are we supposed to do with our lives after this."

"I don't know. But Master Sawamura said we will rebuild things from scratch and create a new order, where we will be able to live with more freedom and love the people we want."

Kageyama's heart clenched at the words as he chuckled, his hand moving to lean against the armrest of the throne as he spat, "You think I will be able to go back? I killed Master Ukai. I'm the reason why so many Jedi died. You think anyone would forgive me for what I did, especially Master Sawamura?"

"I would."

Why? Why did he care so much about him? Why did Hinata want to bring him home so badly?

"Kageyama, let's go home," Hinata smiled as he raised his hands, his hair lighting up the room more than the fire did as Kageyama got to his feet, his hands shaking as he walked down the steps towards his best friend. Hinata's smile didn't waver even as he ignited his lightsaber, his blue blade scraping the floor to leave a thin line where it had landed as he whispered.

"I'm sorry. I can't."

Instead of speaking, Hinata lighted up his own blade, the blue lighting up his face like an angel in the moonlight as Hinata smiled, "You were always a horrible talker, Bakayama. Why don't we talk through our blades?"

Kageyama yelled as he landed his blade onto Hinata's, his cries filling the air as they broke into a duel. He shouted as he poured his feelings into the blade, his lightsaber seeming to be able to read his emotions as it pulsed under his grasp. Hinata didn't stop even as the lightsaber movement became more erratic threatening to cut him up as he fought.

His blade brought forth a wave of emotions rolling off Kageyama. Each strike in the dark told of how Kageyama had always felt lost, not knowing what to do with himself and how to speak to those around him. He cried out how he felt alone and abandoned by the Masters and other younglings and Padawans, who treated him as someone different even though he had no idea why.

As his movements became slower, the movement spoke of how he met someone to quell the storm within him. A sun rising from the sand dunes of Tatooine, a boy with smile that lit up the darkness of his world came into his life, taking him by the hand and giving him the relationship he wanted most; friendship. Then it changed into something more; their bonding through the Force bond and ships, bringing them ever so closer as they fought battles together and trained together, even as they went under different Masters and trained separately.

Hinata hissed as he failed to deflect one of Kageyama's blows. The strike indicated how Kageyama had inflicted pain on Hinata for being around him, others whispering of him being an egoistical king on the court who doesn't deserve to be a Jedi Padawan. Rumours of him being the son of a martyr and the person in a prophecy to bring certain doom to the Jedi reflected in the lightsaber moving faster and faster, trying to cut away all the thoughts associated with it as he ran away from it all, trying to hide from truth when his movement slowed down.

Now, he was tired and he had no idea what to do next. He had done everything to change his temper and his behavior towards things, even trying to connect to the Force more, only to lash out on Tsukishima when he had provoked him. His lightsaber jerking back as Hinata threw a blow at him indicated how he felt like everyone around him was pressing him into himself, making him feel smaller and smaller until he felt sure he didn't want to continue living like this. His sluggish movement then indicated the arrival of Oikawa, the only person who told him it was alright to tap into those negative emotions that he could help him with.

Kageyama slowly increased his lightsaber swings, the beginnings of sweat and tears spreading across his eyes as he cried out for help and no one was there to help him. Even as Hinata tried to help him, he shut him out, not wanting to hurt his best friend any further. He could feel the dull throb in their Force bond, Hinata's worry flowing into him as he tried to fight it back. He didn't deserve him as a friend, he deserved to be all alone. Then Oikawa had shown him what happened to those who defied the Knights and the scene of his comrades lying dead at his feet as Kageyama screamed, howling how he wanted to disappear from it all and never hurt anyone again.

At this, his lightsaber fell from his grasp, the blue blade still humming as he collapsed to his knees, his energy spent as Kageyama panted. His hair stuck to his face as he sobbed, his nails digging into his skin to draw blood as the low hum of Hinata's lightsaber filled his ears as he dare not look up at his friend. The only person he ever cared for and loved; he didn't mind if he ended him like this.

"Come on, Hinata. You know what to do. End me before I bring more misfortune to anyone else," he whispered, his voice echoing across the room so pathetically Kageyama thought he had truly lost himself when he felt arms enveloping around him, the familiar scent of Hinata's shampoo filling his nose along with the smell of sand and wind.

"Kageyama, let's go home," he whispered as Kageyama finally broke down, sobbing as he held onto Hinata, rocking on his knees as both of them held onto each other. He had felt so alone all this time, no one sharing his feelings about anything until Hinata barreled in and showed him the way into the light.

He wanted to protect this ball of sunshine. He wanted to protect the only person he cared about.

"Hinata… I…" he started when he felt a slap across his face as Hinata yelled, "Are you stupid or what?! I knew you would fight like a madman when you're angry but you could have killed me! Bakayama! You really are an idiot! Baka!"

"Huh?! Is that the only thing you have to say to me now?! I brought down the freaking Jedi order dammit and killed Grand Master Ukai and you're saying I'm an idiot for nearly killing you?!"

"Shut up!" Hinata yelled as he slapped Kageyama's cheeks with both hands, his cheeks reddening from the impact and blushing of him touching him as Hinata snapped, "You're alive and that's what matters. Now get your shit together and let's go back."

Kageyama chuckled as Hinata stepped back, wondering if he had hit him too much in such a short period of time as Kageyama looked through his dark hair, dark blue eyes meeting brown as he said.

"Fine. Let's go back, Hinata."

…

Oikawa stared at the face of his best friend for a good few minutes before his hand went to his lightsaber, red flashing out of it as he growled.

"If this is some sick trick Ushiwaka is trying to pull to drive me up the wall, he's using a pretty good hologram."

"For goodness sakes, Shittykawa! Its me!" Sato, now revealed to be Iwaizumi yelled as Oikawa shouted, "I killed you with my own hands! I felt our Force bond die! I can't feel shit of you in the Force now! You're dead, Hajime! You're dead!"

With a cry, he charged at Sato, his lightsaber swinging in an arc as Iwaizumi whipped out his own, the edges battered from use as he brought up his matching green blade to hit Oikawa's, sparks flying off both weapons as Oikawa shouted.

"I can't feel you anymore! There is no way you survived that!"

"I did you idiot! I fell of the radar because I had to! If I were to come back, they would kill you!"

"You think I care if I lived or died? A world without Seijoh, it hurts so much! The void that fills me whenever I think of you guys, it hurts so much! I missed you all!" Oikawa cried as angry tears poured from his eyes, his brown eyes scanning Iwaizumi's face as he told himself he couldn't be standing in front of him. While new scars covered his face and torso, he still had the same kind look in his eyes alongside the permanent scowl on his face, which now had a hint of annoyance in it as Iwaizumi closed his eyes.

Oikawa gasped as he felt something swirling within him, something thought of to be broken knitting back together as he felt the string combining back into one. He gripped his heart as he felt the Bond coming back together, the emptiness in his heart slowly receding as he felt himself knitting back together as Iwaizumi pulled him against him, their lightsabers dropping to the ground as he leaned his head against his.

Iwaizumi sat in the cell, his eyes continuing to stare at the darkness of space he had been allowed to see from the tiny porthole window he had been given. He had long given up trying to reach with the Force for his friends, having been cut off due to the nature of this holding cell, severing any links with it as it sent Force users into despair. Iwaizumi had never really been one to bother about connecting 100% with the Force but what bothered him was his bond with Oikawa.

He could feel pain in every fibre of his best friend. Pain from lose and separation from Iwaizumi and the others. Not along ago, he felt Oikawa's mind exploding from anguish and pain as he mourned over their friends. He couldn't see what had happened but he knew deep down that his friends and their Padawans had died. The only thing he could do was to reach out to Oikawa and try to fill the void they had left behind, wishing he could wrap him up in his arms and rock him to sleep as he did when they were kids on a stormy Coruscant night.

After a good few months of captivity, Iwaizumi had been dragged out of the cell and brought into a different chamber unlike the torture chambers Tendou and Semi used when they first tried to break him and force him to abandon the Light. There was a single chair in the middle of the room, reminding him of the chair he had been strapped into the get electrocuted and prodded on with needles as Tendou laughed in glee.

This time, Reon was the one who was overseeing whatever was going on. Iwaizumi thought it was odd for Reon to be part of the Knights. He never so much take part in any of their physical tortures, only using his gifts of delving into the mind to tear others apart once in a while when they had been unable to crack them open. Iwaizumi had been on the receiving end of it once and he never wanted to be on it ever again, his palms sweating as Reon pointed to the chair.

"Sit."

Iwaizumi obediently plunked himself down in the cold seat, praying he wouldn't be getting electrocuted this time round when straps appeared from the sides and strapped his arms and legs into the chair. He didn't struggle, knowing that the more he did, the tighter they got until they may actually snap off his limbs.

"He's quite obedient today," Reon said as Semi walked in, the man impassive as ever as Iwaizumi tried to avoid spitting in his face.

"You murdered the others. I'm going to kill you for that one day."

"Kill? I thought the Jedi don't kill."

"Screw all of that. They didn't come to save us and I've been cut off from the Force for so long I don't even know what to do with it anymore. At this rate, I might as well not know my purpose in life," Iwaizumi snapped, wishing he could break out of his bounds and wring his fingers around Semi's neck when Semi approached him, his long calloused fingers moving to lift Iwaizumi's chin, examining his face as he murmured.

"That should do the trick," he said as he snapped his fingers, a figure walking into the room. The man covered with bruises and looking like he had been through hell and back, properly courtesy of Tendou and Reon. The lookalike was murmuring something under his breath as he soiled his pants, Reon grimacing as Semi dragged the man by the collar and moved him towards Iwaizumi, Iwaizumi trying not to wrinkle his nose at the smell as another chair appeared beside him. Semi strapped the man in, his mouth moving as he spoke.

"This man betrayed Ushijima by trying to give away our coordinates to the Jedi who tried to find you. He got caught and was punished thoroughly for it. Although I can't say he would ever recover, we have found another use for him," he said as he clamped a silver mask onto the man's face, the man not even screaming as it encased his entire face.

"I invented this device that allowed the face of a person to be scanned onto another. You are going to be my first test subject in the matter so you better pray you face doesn't melt in the process. In return, you will cut yourself out from the Force and never make contact with Oikawa or I assure you, we might have a little problem on our hands," he smiled as he clamped an identical mask onto Iwaizumi's face, his screams muffled as the process began.

"If I had come to find you, they might have killed you. You may be a piece of shit, but I couldn't let you die on me," Iwaizumi grunted as the vision ended, Oikawa's sniffles increasing as Oikawa finally melted into his arms. He reminded him of the child who cried whenever they were separated for different classes or when he had scraped his knee when they had gone on the trek to get kyber crystals for their first lightsabers.

Oikawa had always cried a lot.

"Iwa-chan, why did you leave me? You meanie. I thought I was all alone now and I fell into the hatred and darkness of the Dark Side. I can never be with you ever again after this."

"You can, Shittykawa. Trust me. I will help you go back to the light side. Heck, we don't even have to go back to the Jedi. We can roam the universe as we please, being bounty hunters or something, away from people who may judge you from who you are. So please, Tooru," he whispered as he cupped his cheek as he wiped away his tears, "stay with me."

Oikawa slowly melted into him, letting himself soak up all the warmth that Iwaizumi offered as he wiped away his tears, his brown eyes staring at Iwaizumi's face as he whispered, "Alright, Hajime."

…

Master Sawamura was at his limit, his body aching from the long combat between himself, Master Sugawara and Ushijima. Ushijima was as strong as the rumours were, his prowess in the sword and the ability to use the Force something to be reckoned with. No matter how many tricks they pulled up their sleeve, Ushijima looked like he could never be beat.

"Daichi…" Master Sugawara whispered as he clutched the wall, clutching his side where he had been hit prior by Ushijima's blade. Master Sawamura's body ached as he raised his lightsaber one more time, blue shining in the darkness as he charged, whirling it in the air as Ushijima struck, his lightsaber piercing Master Sawamura's side as he gasped. Master Sugawara screamed his name as Ushijima wrapped his finger's around his throat, Master Sawamura groaning in pain as he fought to stay conscious as Ushijima pointed his lightsaber under his chin.

"You're weak," he growled as Master Sawamura coughed.

"I may be weak, yes. But if I am not alone," he grinned as several shapes stepped behind him, a multitude of colours lightsabers flashing in the darkness as Ushijima turned to see his new opponents.

Master Kuroo and Kenma grinned as they held Shirabu in between them, Kenma's hair singed along the edges as Shirabu looked ready to bite at them. There were several cuts along his face, although the thing that stood out most was that the top of Master Kuroo's hair had been sliced clean off.

"You're going to get me a new haircut when we get back to Coruscant. Be glad I didn't give you a bowlcut like you buddy here," Master Kuroo growled as Master Bokuto and Akaashi dragged forward a struggling Goshiki, his clothes singed and several cuts running along his body as he looked at his Master guiltily in the eye.

"I'm sorry, Master Ushijima! I tried to fight them but I was too weak! I'm sorry! You can punish me and end my life right now! I don't mind!" he yelled as Master Bokuto gave him a jab in the side, making the boy hiss in pain.

"Come on now! Now isn't the time to get all dramatic and commit seppuku!" Master Bokuto groaned as Akaashi rolled his eyes. All four Jedi stood as one, their lightsabers pointed at Ushijima as Master Sugawra chuckled. Sensing this wasn't the end of it, Ushijima turned to see Reon standing behind Master Sugawara, his eyes staring straight at him as Reon whispered, "Ushijima, that's enough."

"Reon…"

"We've fallen too much into the dark and committed too many sins. And to what end? I am tired of so much life being spilled, Wakatoshi. Please, let us go home and await our fate."

Reon. Reon had always been the kindest in their group. Ushijima had feared his best friend wouldn't want to go to the dark side with him and fall from grace as easily as the rest of them had but when he had, Ushijima was silently happy he didn't have to think of how to end him. He had always felt guilt over taking away Reon's future so it made sense for him to do the same to him now.

Slowly, Ushijima Wakatoshi dropped Master Sawamura to the ground, Master Sugawara moving swiftly to catch him in his arms and call for backup on the ship as Master Kuroo pointed his yellow blade in Ushijima's face.

"By order of the new Jedi, you are under arrest, Ushijima Wakatoshi."