Kanan stood in the door way, his expression one of anger and betrayal. Ezra swallowed. One part of him a terrified, the other annoyed at the interruption, and another part was hazy from the previous fun.
The Inquisitor stilled for a moment, and then began to draw his head back from Ezra's neck, making Ezra feel slightly disappointed.
The Inquisitor got off him, standing next to the couch, all the while smirking. Ezra fixed his shirt and hair, and then stood up himself in front of the Inquisitor.
Ezra didn't know what to do. The Inquisitor stayed where he was. Then everything happened in a flash.
The Inquisitor went reeling back, skidding across the table and hitting the wall. Kanan began to run towards the Inquisitor in a blind range, and on instinct, Ezra used the Force to send Kanan stumbling.
Ezra ran over to the Inquisitor, who was sliding off the table and dusting himself off. Ezra stopped next to him, and asked, "Are you OK?"
"I'm fine, amore mio," the Inquisitor said smoothly.
Suddenly, Kanan was running towards them, his lightsabre held tightly in one hand, ready to swing, and he yelled, "I'll kill you!"
Ezra's eyes widened, and he pushed the Inquisitor out of the way. He tried to get out of the way himself but it was too late as the lightsabre cut him across the arm, and he gave a shout in pain.
Kanan stopped, staring at Ezra's injured arm in horror, and took a step back, stumbling slightly.
Ezra clutched his injured arm, blood slowly seeping down and drenching his shirt, and the Inquisitor was at his side asking, "Amore, are you alright?"
Ezra nodded, and said quietly, "Go, before Kanan kills you. Or you kill him. The deal stands, right?"
"Yes, until my side is finished. Which, I'm hoping, won't be too long. Till then, until we meet again, la mia luce, "the Inquisitor whispered, smirking and then he was walking out of the house as if he had all the time in the world, opening the door and the sounds of a hover bike starting and slowly fading away could be heard.
Ezra sighed in relief, and then remembered about Kanan. He looked towards where he last saw Kanan, who was still in the same spot, but leaning heavily against the wall, seeming to be in shock.
Hesitantly, Ezra walked towards his Master, and when he put a comforting hand on his shoulder, Kanan flinched. "Are you OK?"
"Am I OK?" Kanan suddenly laughed, a bit hysterically, and Ezra took a small step backwards in surprise. "I trusted to leave you alone, and this is how you repay me? By making out with the enemy?" The venom was crystal clear.
Ezra flinched, looking down. He wanted to apologise, but something said he shouldn't. Why should I apologise for something that was fate? For something I wanted? That I desired? Why should I apologise for falling in love, and being happy?
He hadn't realised he had said this out loud till Kanan said, "Falling in love? You fell in love with him? What about Sabine? I thought you had a crush on her."
"It was a silly high school crush type of thing, it wasn't real love."
"And you know what love is? You're fifteen, how would you know what being in love is like?" Kanan said angrily, glaring at Ezra.
Ezra glared back at him, and while he ranted, he didn't notice Sabine, Zeb and Chopper coming in.
"Because I know that I have never felt this way for anyone, and I don't care if he's on the Dark Side! I love him, and that's that! So you can either accept it, or just be criticising idiots because that's what it feels like, Master." The amount of anger in his voice on the last word even surprised him. It was like lava and poison mixed together on that one word.
Ezra took a step back, and began walking to the door but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the shocked looks from Sabine and Zeb.
He glared at them, "Yeah, you know what you heard. And you have two options that I already said, so bye." He pushed past them, no one stopping him.
His anger was bubbling up inside him, and he could feel the tears building up. He ran, tears streaming down his face, and began looking for somewhere to hide.
Spotting a vent, he opened it and got in, closing it back up behind him. He began crawling, his tears blurring his vision. After he thought he was far enough that no one would hear him, he collapsed, sobbing silently. His lungs burned from not enough air, and his body shook slightly. The vent was big enough for him to curl into himself, which is what he did, laying on his side. Tears streamed down, some going across his nose which made it itchy, and to his temple where they either dampened his hair or fell onto the metal with a 'clink'.
After what felt like forever, the tears started to stop, and his body was exhausted. He didn't have enough strength to even lift a finger. His eyes started to close, and he struggled to stay awake. But the instant his eyes closed, he couldn't open them no matter how hard he tried, and he fell into a numb sleep.
Deep ocean blue eyes fluttered opened, and Ezra yawned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. As he stretched his arms above his head, he noticed that what he was laying on wasn't metal. It was soft, and smelt familiar…
His bed.
Ezra cursed under his breath, sitting up instantly and checked the bed under him. No Zeb. He sighed in relief. He didn't want to deal with Zeb right now. He didn't want to deal with anyone right now.
Memories from last night came back, and Ezra lifted up his injured left arm that was bandaged, and it looked clean. It was probably changed recently while I was asleep.
Sighing, he laid back down, staring up at the ceiling and laying his injured arm at his side. His thoughts were everywhere, yet in one place; traveling at light speed, yet still. The thoughts going through his head were barely registered.
Why did I protect the Inquisitor? Is my love for him that deep? Do I love him? Well, I do. I confessed it to Kanan and the others. Not Hera, though; the others probably told her.
Kanan.
Ezra frowned. Kanan… He would probably still be upset. No, he defiantly will be; I pretty much did betray him. It feels like I actually just disappointed my own father; Kanan is like a father to me, and this…
Ezra could feel the emotions building up inside him, the tears threatening to fall. He closed his eyes to stop them, and took a deep, shuddering breath. The emotions felt heavy on his lungs, seeming to make it hard to breathe; hard to move. He felt paralysed. He knew he would have to face Kanan soon, but the thought made him feel sick in the stomach.
Taking deep breaths, he tried to go back to sleep. Back into the dark abyss of nothing.
Suddenly, he could hear the door of the room opening, and he made sure his breathing was even, and he stayed perfectly still.
By the way the feet fell on the ground, he knew it was Kanan. Kanan always stepped lightly and confidently, yet also guarded and careful; Ezra had to strain his ears to even hear the footsteps.
"I know you're awake," Came the familiar, soothing voice.
Ezra sighed, opening his eyes and cracked a small, strained smile. "Can't get anything past old people."
"Old people? I'm not old," Kanan voice was light, sounding slightly amused, but Ezra could detect the disappointment.
Ezra sat up, turning around and letting his legs hand off the edge of the bed. He looked down at his Master, staring into those emerald green eyes that held pain, sorrow, and anger. His expression was unreadable, and Ezra looked down at the ground, whispering, "I… I'm sorry."
He could hear footsteps approaching him, and kept staring at the ground as Kanan climbed up the ladder and sat next to him. He flinched slightly when a hand rested lightly on his shoulder. "Ezra, look at me."
Ezra stared at the ground for five seconds before looking at Kanan. He expected to be met with a fierce and disappointed gaze, and Kanan telling him how he was disappointed and Ezra would be dropped off and left to fend for himself. To be left alone; the one thing that Ezra feared the most.
But instead, he was met with a soft gaze and a calm voice. "Tell me the truth when you answer this, but did you truly mean it? Did you mean what you said last night?"
Ezra felt the tears cloud his vision, and he looked away as they slowly flowed down as he whispered, "Yes. I'm sorry, Kanan. I…" He choked on his emotions, and a gut wrenching sob escaped him.
He stiffened slightly as arms wrapped around him in a warm embrace. He eventually relaxed and cried into his Master's chest, and he was careful of where he put his injured arm. Kana ran a hand down Ezra's back soothingly, his head resting on top of the younger male.
No words were spoken, as the silence spoke for them. They stayed like this for over six minutes, and Ezra eventually stopped crying, and they stayed there till Ezra's breathing was normal again.
Kanan drew back, looking down at his Padawan. Kanan wanted to talk more on the topic, but he had to go soon to do the shipment. Gently ruffling the Padawan's hair, he said, "Get some rest. I'll talk to you later; Sabine, Zeb and I need to do a shipment."
"Is it in a mine?" Ezra asked quietly.
Kanan nodded, and Ezra said slightly louder, "The Inquisitor might be there. In the vision, he killed you… It shouldn't happen though."
"Why?"
"I… I made a deal. The only thing you need to know is that all of you are safe until his side of the deal is done."
"I want to ask more questions, but I have to go. We'll talk about it when we get back." With that, Kanan let Ezra go and climbed down, walking out of the room, not looking back because he knew if he did, he wouldn't go with the others.
As the doors closed behind him, he could feel the sad gaze boring into his back.
Kanan didn't know what to do with Ezra. But he knew what he would do to the Inquisitor. He would kill the Pau'an. He knew he would have to face Ezra with the news, but it needs to be done.
No one touches his family.