I'm sorry it took so long for me to update. I've had my half-yearly exams and I've been busy. I got this chapter out as soon as I could. It's the second-last chapter. Enjoy all the angst in this chapter.

One Night Chapter 4

Anakin's life became a downward spiral after Obi-Wan walked out of it.

He received a new Master who would oversee the rest of his training. Master Wei refused to be called anything other than 'Master' or 'Sir'. Anakin detested this greatly. He realised that both Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon had been lenient, Qui-Gon in allowing Obi-Wan to call him by his given name and, in turn, Obi-Wan by giving Anakin the same privilege. Master Wei was a tall man yet not particularly bulky or intimidating in stature. It was the man's eyes that scared people, even those he was in charge over who in fact knew that he could not and would not harm them. Anakin was not so sure about his safety. Though the man's eyes were a natural shade of brown, they had a steely quality to them that Anakin found just as horrifying as the malice he began to see in them. Not only did he see this emotion but he saw acts of violence and aggression that the holder of the eyes had started and encouraged. The soft yet visible muscles soon became hard and more pronounced as he endured years of difficult training at the hands of his new Master. While his facial features had once been rounded and boyish they were now hollow and his eyes filled with resignation and hurt.

Obi-Wan hadn't changed much. He continued with life, becoming a permanent partner to Garen. The two had been on many missions together in the three years since Obi-Wan had given Anakin away. They were close, not lovers but extremely close friends. On nights when he couldn't take it, Obi-Wan would slip into bed with Garen and cry himself to sleep in the tight embrace of the other man. However much he tried to put Anakin out of his life he couldn't help the nagging feeling that all was not well with his former apprentice and lover. He had seen the clod looks that Anakin received from Master Wei, the looks that told Anakin he was a burden, not important and not welcomed. To any other Master the thought of having the Chosen One as their apprentice would have been an honour, but to this man it was unwanted trouble, something to be ridded of as quickly as possible.

When Obi-Wan began to see deliberate bruises adorning his ex-Padawan's arms he saw it fit to intervene. At least he did until he ran into Anakin one night on the way back to his rooms. Obi-Wan was taken aback by how beautiful Anakin had become. Of course he had seen how Anakin had grown and seen his face from afar, but up close the beauty before him was breathtaking. Anakin looked at Obi-Wan for a moment before recognising the man who had broken his heart.

"What do you want?" He snarled. "Want to rub it in? You broke my heart and now you want to make it up to me?" Obi-Wan flinched at the venom in his words.

"No, Ane." He said quietly. The younger man growled.

"Don't call me 'Ane' anymore. I'm not a boy."

"No, you are most certainly not. Please forgive me." Obi-Wan said calmly, trying to be civil and let Anakin know that he meant no harm. Anakin's laughter made him wince. It was not the laugh he knew, once full of happiness and life; instead it was bitter with no humour, joy or amusement.

"Forgive you? Are you mad?" Anakin hissed. "Forgive the person who shattered my life? Tore my heart to pieces? Used me and then threw me in the trash?" Obi-Wan winced again. Each word was like a knife to his heart. He felt tears welling in his eyes as Anakin continued. "I cried myself to sleep at night. I used to hope that you would return, sweep me in your arms and say you love me." Anakin paused to take a breath, crystal tears streaming over his tanned cheeks. "I don't wish for any of that now." He lifted his head and looked his former Master in the eyes as he confidently spoke the words that inwardly shattered Obi-Wan. "I wish that I never had a broken heart to cry over; I wish I hadn't loved you."

Obi-Wan reached his hand forward to touch the younger's shoulder, his heart aching at the obvious pain his ex-lover was feeling. His fingers brushed the dark leather of Anakin's tunic before he was battered away.

"Don't touch me!" Anakin screamed. He spoke his next words in a quieter tone. "You can't fix me now. A broken heart is like a broken vase; once it's smashed you can put back the pieces but it will never be the same, just the like a broken heart will never be right, will never be able to trust and give love freely." He looked into Obi-Wan's eyes again. "Unlike a vase, you can't buy a new heart."

And that was when Anakin left. He brushed past Obi-Wan, coldly shoving the older man with his shoulder. Obi-Wan stood there, stunned at the words that had come out of his former Padawan's mouth. The words didn't have to be shouted or mixed with swear words to shatter his world carefully built to block out guilt and love. Obi-Wan realised that if Anakin had sworn, thrown punches and shouted angry at him than the pain would have been considerably less than it was.

A small crowd of Jedi had gathered around him, trying to gain his attention by saying his name. He couldn't see, hear or smell them. He was dazed with a pain he had tried so hard to keep out. Someone shook his arm and he looked at them with glazed eyes. Without any signs of emotion, Obi-Wan turned and walked away.

He headed for the tallest part of the Temple, excluding the towers. As he walked onto the roof the wind blew his hair from his face and the cold air stung his eyes and cheeks. The edge was ahead of him as the wind dried his tears before they had made their journey to his chin. Coruscant loomed ahead, a city that never sleeps. Speeders flew above his head as he made his way to the railing. None of them saw him, his hands gripping the cool metal that stood between him and a kilometre drop to the streets below.

Anakin quietly walked into the quarters he shared with Master Wei. He hoped and prayed that his Master was in a deep sleep, preferably one that he wouldn't wake up from. He was upset and didn't think he could take a 'disciplinary' beating. The words he had said to Obi-Wan weighed heavy on his heart and mind. He thought that perhaps he had been too harsh, that maybe after so many years he could have at least tried to be civil.

"Where have you been?" Spoke a voice from the shadows. Numerous cuss words ran through Anakin's mind as he turned to face the figure of his Master. All his hoping and praying had come to nothing for Master Wei was still alive…and he was angry. "Where have you been?!" He shouted, grabbing Anakin by the shoulders and shaking the young man. Anakin felt pain flare down his arms at his Master's grip. He knew that tomorrow there would be fresh marks.

When Anakin didn't respond, Master Wei gave an angry yell and threw the boy to the ground. Anakin cried out in agony as he felt a rib crack under the force of the throw. He sobbed helplessly as Master Wei began to use him as a punching bag. The pain grew more intense as bruises began to form on old marks. Anakin berated himself in his head, telling himself that he deserved this, trying to make the pain bearable.

It failed to work as Master Wei threw Anakin's limp and crying body against the wall as he stripped the younger male of his clothes and privacy. Anakin's mind barely registered his nakedness before he was violated. Pain flared between his buttocks and licked its way up his spine, creating a focused agony at the back of his skull. Again and again Master Wei took his Padawan, the screams ripped from the younger's throat spurring his lust and increasing his pleasure.

In the morning Anakin was found on the floor of the kitchen, barely conscious and surrounded in a pool of rapidly expanding blood. Master Wei was gone. All that he had left behind was a broken and abused young man.

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