I am kind of stupid. I had not realized that I have not updated this story for weeks (months) up until now... I am sorry guys, this chapter had been ready for quite some time now, I just forgot to upload it...

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Obi-Wan did not immediately leave his room, instead he settled back on his bed and entered a light meditation. He was not surprised to feel his brother quickly joining him and considering what they had just talked about and shared, the ginger haired Jedi opened his bond in a silent invitation. He felt the Sith hesitate, perhaps unsure of what he should do, before he acted. Their bond flared back to live and almost immediately the memories flowed freely between them.

It was unpleasant, nothing like the first time they had shared their memories, which could very well have been, because of the images Obi-Wan received. He saw a young ginger haired boy, being humiliated, beaten up, hurt, tortured and punished as a means of training him into a Sith Lord. He saw the blacked out man treating his brother like dirt under his feet and Obi-Wan came to realize why his brother was often acting the way he did. It was clear that he didn't like to be commanded, of course he was never willing to show weakness, which is probably why he had avoided eye-contact during their earlier conversation and it was also clear why Ben was so private and closed off.

Meanwhile Ben was experiencing his brother's training, which had been nothing like his own. It was all so light and nice and free. It almost disgusted the Sith, but only because he could not tell himself that his Master had done all those horrible things to him, without a real purpose, just for his own sick pleasure. Ben simply HAD to believe that the special training he had received from Sidious was, what had made him this strong, what had made him come this far in his life.

The atmosphere of Obi-Wan's memories soon changed however, when the Jedi was around twelve years old. Content and happiness was replaced by fear, confusion and sometimes even pain. It disgusted the Sith to see how his brother had been treated, especially since the same Jedi were now trying everything to befriend Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, General and Council member. Disgust soon turned to anger, when Qui-Gon – the man had been something of a role model for Ben, because of his deep connection with the living Force – made an appearance. The rage was growing when he saw the Initiate tournament, Bandomeer and eventually even Melida/Daan from Obi-Wan's eyes. It was then that the older male cut the connection. He had felt that his brother had been about to do the same, undoubtedly from the darkness he had seen in Ben's training, or perhaps it had been due to the sudden appearance of a young and yet uneducated Maul in Ben's apprenticeship. Sidious and his relationship had changed upon Maul's appearance. Ben had soon realized that every mistake could cost him his place as Sidious apprentice and therefore his life.

A silent question ran through the bond and Obi-Wan received comfort right back. He knew the meaning, his brother was alright. Or at least he pretended to be. Of course the Jedi Master had felt the other's rage and anger, until suddenly strong shields were built, cutting the connection.

"A lot of things could have gone different," Obi-Wan mumbled into the empty room, "but there is nothing we can do about them now. The past is the past, we can only change the future. I hope you realize this soon brother." He knew from experience that staying in the past was dangerous and painful. Qui-Gon had taught him this, but surely Ben had had no one, who taught him. Perhaps it was his task, even as the younger twin, to help Ben understand.

Later that very same day, Obi-Wan and his fateful followers as well as his dark shadow found themselves in one of the training halls. The Jedi, who had already been present upon them entering, had stopped in their workouts, all their gazes resting on the masked man. Obi-Wan guessed that every single Jedi in the whole galaxy had to know about the Sith guest in the Jedi temple.

The other Jedis' uneasiness was clear in the air. They did not know how to react and it made them feel something, that is heavily frowned upon and disapproved of, fear.

It was only when a young Initiate, not yet taken as a Padawan, had boldly stepped in front of the unimpressed Sith and loudly declared that he would defeat him in a lightsaber duel, that the ice was beginning to break. A moment the whole hall had been silent, no one dared to even breathe. The dark haired human boy was standing with his hands on his hips in front of the dark Force user, his head held high and expression sure and almost cocky. Obi-Wan had been able to feel Ben's irritation at such stupid boldness and Anakin's and Ahsoka's shock upon the reckless actions of one so young. Then, a low chuckle could be heard and the Sith had tilted his head just a little.

"You come before me, young Jedi, to challenge me to a duel?" his eyes blazed with something like mirth, "Who do you think you are?" At this point a handful of Council members had also entered the training hall, they had undoubtedly searched for their visitor and located him here to keep an eye on him, even though Yoda looked as if he had been dragged along by Mace Windu, whose brow was furrowed in deep thought.

If possible, the young black haired Initiate stood even straighter, "My name is Coren Bane and in the name of the Jedi Order and the Republic, you are under arrest." Obi-Wan had to admit that the young one knew what he wanted.

"Is that so young Jedi? Then show me, Coren Bane, if you have what it takes, to make me yield." There was no negative emotion in the Force around Ben and it was probably the only thing that kept anyone from taking actions. That and Master Yoda had simply seated himself on a bench and watched, quite contently, the display.

The Initiate huffed and then turned around to run into the hall. In a real battle, this would have been the first mistake. Never turn your back to an opponent, but thankfully Ben was only playing. "Come, if you dare," the raven haired Initiate mocked and had already activated his lightsaber, a beautifully crafted one with a green blade.

"Very well," the Sith cooed. He stretched his neck – his bones actually cracking – and then his shoulders. Only after he had finished with his brief stretches, did he grab his lightsaber – which he had been given back by Mace right after the Council session – and walked down the stairs, into the now empty training ground. All the previously training Jedi had moved to the benches, getting as close as possible to Master Yoda, without standing in the green troll's line of view. The mirth and humour shone in the Grandmaster's eyes and it was probably the only reason why no one had reacted in any way. No one expect Coren Bane and the Sith of course.

Both the challenged Sith, as well as the Initiate bowed and saluted in a traditional fashion. Then the raven haired boy got into a battle stance, it was offensive, but could quickly change to a defensive one. Ben's lightsaber lazily rested by his side. His eyes were calculating, but not out for victory.

"This could proof to be interesting," Obi-Wan mumbled, catching the attention of a certain blonde Knight.

"I wish I could share your optimism," Anakin mumbled right back, before turning back to the 'fight' that was about to start.