Author's note: This chapter is taking it back a little bit, I wanted to add an extra part onto the end of "Rise of the old master's" So that's what this one focuses on :)
Rise Of The Old Masters:
I want you. Ezra's words kept running circles in Kanan's head. He had been touched by the raw sentiment Ezra had displayed in that moment, clearly the kid had been uncomfortable opening himself up like that but his words had hit Kanan in a way that made all his previous actions look stupid. He had been so caught up in his own self-doubt, worrying that Ezra wasn't going to succeed and it would be all his fault; that he would look stupid as a teacher, after all he'd never done it before and remembering stuff from his own training was proving tough. But he'd become so wrapped up in all of that, that he hadn't even stopped to consider Ezra.
The young one had been growing on him, every day he felt their force bond knitting together, becoming stronger. It was strange, he didn't think he'd ever feel this again after the death of his master and the Jedi… But the universe does seem to work in strange ways.
And here he was now, training with his own padawan- slowly but surely both learning and bonding together. It was more fulfilling than Kanan had ever realised, and would've stayed that way if his body wasn't currently feeling the effects of using the force so much. Of course he had been using it before Ezra came along, but now they had an enemy who was so powerful Kanan had had to pull out every trick he knew of. That involved connecting and working a lot more than he had in a long time, he was out of practice he realised and now he was suffering because of it. His throws became sloppy and Ezra seemed to pick up on this for he disabled the sabre and walked over to Kanan. Without a word a small hand wrapped around his arm and pulled him till he was sitting back down on the ramp again.
"You looked like you were gonna pass out." Ezra murmured, worry evident.
Kanan shook the slightly blurriness from his vision.
"S'pose that's what I get for using the force that much!" Kanan chuckled sarcastically
"You can use the force too much?" Ezra asked, the question slipping out.
"Well not really- but I'm a little out of practice, I haven't used that much of my abilities in a long time…So it's just effecting me now." Kanan said, still sounding out of it. Ezra was worried, he'd noticed how much Kanan had been doing, hell he had found it inspiring. He'd had no idea the force could do so much, and he really admired Kanan for everything he pulled off back in the prison.
"Well it didn't show back there" Ezra complimented, getting a smile from Kanan. Sitting down had done some good, he could feel his head clearing.
"Maybe you should get some rest?" Ezra suggested, standing up and holding his hands out.
"Maybe- it is getting late." Kanan agreed, accepting the hands. He supposed if he had been anymore out of it he wouldn't of noticed the small wince Ezra gave as Kanan hauled himself up.
"What was that?"
"What?"
"You winced."
"No I didn't."
"Ezra"
"Kanan."
"Let's see your arms then"
"You don't need to, they're fine"
"Then you won't mind me looking."
Ezra cursed under his breath, Kanan had him cornered.
"Fine." He reluctantly complied, yanking up both sleeves on his arms.
The right arm was fine but the left…. Not so great. Where his forearm connected to his elbow there was a massive explosion of bruises, a large purple black one shone out from the other smaller yellow ones. It was not a pretty sight. They looked sore. Kanan searched his mind for when on earth this could've happened, Ezra seemed to read his thoughts.
"I think it happened when that inquisitor threw me in the corridor, I had put my hands out to break my fall… I remember completely landing on my arm and then later on I hit it on something too." Ezra explained, wincing as Kanan gently felt out the area.
"You should've said something!" Kanan chastised
"You should've too!" Ezra chimed back, Kanan rolled his eyes.
"Call it even?"
"Yeah, alright" Ezra nodded
"But in future, you tell me about stuff like this kid, ok?" Kanan confirmed.
"Only if you do the same." Ezra bargained, he understood that because he was younger Kanan thought it was his job to protect him, but that didn't mean Ezra would just stand back. He'd look out for his master till the ends of the earth too.
"Fine." Kanan agreed reluctantly "It's a deal… Now let's go find some ice for those bruises."
"Ok… and while we're at it, you can get some rest and get your strength back" Ezra replied cheerfully, Kanan groaned slightly- this kid was as bad as Hera! With a slight ruffle to his padawan's hair they made their way back into the Ghost- side by side.
