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It's time for a little more Blueberry whump because, let's face it, we love him like that XD

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- blueberry wubber 1516 = Ez asked me to thank you for your concern. I heard his voice saying it in my head. He said too that we're not crazy XD

- Magic = I'm flattered you love Sixth to that extend. But, don't lose faith in the Grand Inquisitor. I'll make sure he stays the most wicked I can XD

- Rebels-lover = Thank you for reading this story too! I'm happy you decided to try it :3 Feel free to comment as much as you like, I love to read your reactions! :D

- Guest = Indeed, Never, Ever, trust a Dark Sider :3 You got a good instinct for seeing what was coming :3

- Specter 6 = hehe, but what fun it would be without problems? :3

Have a nice reading time! :3

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Chapter 6

-"Time to go, my boy."

Ezra raised his head, glaring angrily at the Inquisitor. -"Like I would follow you after..." He searched how to say it. "whatever you did!"

He still didn't understand well what happened, but he knew it was bad news. Even if he was slowly getting accustomed to the weird feeling he had in his chest, his heart still felt like something was clutched around it... and it made him feel extremely vulnerable before the tall and imposing Pau'an...

The Inquisitor's smirk disappeared, replaced by his usual composed face. -"You already disappointed me once today. Let's not make it twice, unless you wish to angry me. Although, now that you're back in your skin, I presume you must remember what it cost to displease me."

Ezra's sore body ached from everywhere. His muscles were still stiff from the lightning torture, but what was the most painful was the blaster and lightsaber's holes. Even so, he didn't budge in front of the man's threat and frowned more.

-"Humf, nevermind." The Inquisitor sighed, haughty. "Anyway, I wanted to test something with you."

He made a few steps back toward the door and stopped when he heard the boy's whimper. Ezra felt as though something invisible was pulling him toward the man from inside his chest. It felt different from the time when the Inquisitor had used the Force to shove him inside the alley. It felt as if the man was pulling the chain, slowly ripping off his heart, by simply walking away and each step made the suffering grew more painful.

-"As you see," The Grand Inquisitor continued, smugly. "from now on, you cannot stay away from me without enduring this sharp pain. And, the farther you are from me," he made another step away, making Ezra whimper more louder. "the more agonizing you'll feel it."

He made two more steps and Ezra leaned forward, quickly catching back his balance by posing a hand on the floor in front of him and clenched his other hand on his chest's cloth. If this continued on, he felt like his heart would have seizure!

One last step and Ezra stood back, like his body was moving on his own to keep him alive, clumsily walking toward the Inquisitor until he could breathe again normally. Still panting, he raised his head once more, darting his look onto the insufferable man.

-"If you don't wish to be kept on such a short leash, I suggest you to begin working to earn my trust." Stated the Inquisitor, the hand he leaned onto the boy's shoulder shrugged off the second it touched it. "We'll talk about this matter later. For now, let's return to my ship."

He turned, opening the door, and walked away without a look back, making Ezra follow not far from him.

Each step the boy made seemed heavy, knowing he was walking toward the Inquisitor's ship and away from the Rebels. He held his arm throbbing from the lightsaber's wound in his shoulder, grunting, retaining tears to be shed at the thought that he was most certainly taking the road of more wounds like this one.

How could he ever have envisaged that staying with the Grand Inquisitor would have been a good choice!?

Turning a corner, they entered the corridor leading to the Tie-Fighter. The second he saw the door at the other side, Ezra knew that, if he was to pass by, it would be the end of his former life. He would never be the same as he would be molded by the Inquisitor's 'teaching'!

Panic took hold of his thoughts. He painfully tried resisting to walk, with no success.

-"Help!" He shouted desperately, resuming his walking. "Help me!"

He gladly heard footsteps running toward him, Hera and Kanan appearing in the corridor.

-"Ezra!" They both voiced, worriedly. It didn't take them long to realize the young boy was back in his skin, seeing him turning to them with fear and pain in his eyes while the Pau'an stopped to glare at them, haughty.

-"Why did you unlock his door?" Asked Kanan. "You should have waited for us!"

-"I-I know. I just..." Started Ezra before being interrupted by Hera.

-"It's okay, it's not important. He can leave, now that you're back in yourselves." She tended a hand to the boy. "Just stay with us, Ezra."

He reached a hand to her too, and the Inquisitor, smirking again, recoiled a little, making Ezra step away from the woman's arms.

Kanan frowned, walking toward the kid. -"What's happening?"

-"I don't know." Said Ezra, clenching a hand on his chest. "He did something inside me."

Swiftly, before the Inquisitor could make him move away again, the Jedi reached his hands to catch Ezra's shoulders and leaned his forehead on the boy's to dive into his inner-self.

He was reassured to feel himself in a warm place, but, turning away, he saw Ezra's representation kneeling on the ground, struggling desperately against his shackles, and his heart sank.

He ran to kneel in front of him, holding the prisoner's cheeks with his hands. -"Kid, what happened?"

Ezra's tears started to roll out and, between his sobs, he answered, wretched. -"I don't understand. Everything's messed up since he pierced my chest."

Kanan lowered his sight and he saw, hidden under a blue one, a yellow chain intruding inside the boy. Eyes widening with surprise, he grabbed the chain to pull it away.

-"Hands Off. Have you never been told that the Bond between a Master and his Padawan is precious! Don't soil ours with your filthy hands."

Angry, the Jedi turned his head to look at the Grand Inquisitor's representation walking toward them. At his sight, Ezra's eyes were filled with dread.

Kanan frown deepened. -"What!? That's not how you form a Bond!"

The Inquisitor raised his chin with disdain. -"Your opinion on the matter is of no consequences for me. With that, the boy is mine."

The Jedi turned again to pull on the yellow chain, making Ezra scream and struggle against the shackles!

-"Do you want to kill him?" Warned the Inquisitor. "Unless you understand how it was done, I suggest you to leave it be."

Kanan stopped pulling, watching agonized as the kid, panting, lowered his head in defeat. He grabbed the watery cheeks again, making him look in his eyes.

-"Do you trust me?"

-"I..." Hesitated Ezra.

Kanan cuddled one of the boy's cheek, gently wiping away a tear, softening his tone. -"Do you trust me?"

Ezra nodded. Under the yellow chain, hiding itself from the Inquisitor, a tiny blue stream reached the kid's heart, nesting itself inside it too, and he felt a gentle warm easing the pain in it.

Just before the Grand Inquisitor stood beside him, he heard Kanan whispering under his breath. -"That's how a true Bond is made."

Then, the Inquisitor leaned a hand behind the boy's head, and Kanan was strongly shoved away, both inside and outside the boy's inner-self! Landing on Hera, they hit the wall and fell on the floor. Rising hardly, they watched the Grand Inquisitor wrap an arm around the kid's shoulder.

-"I think we have overstayed our welcome. If you'll excuse us."

And he turned away with Ezra, entering inside his Tie-Fighter.

Just before the door closed, the kid looked at the Rebels with sorrow. -"I'm sorry." He saw them holding hands, Kanan wrapping an arm around Hera.

Inside the Tie, the Inquisitor made the boy kneel in a corner, ordering him to stay put until he said otherwise. Ezra didn't want to comply, but his legs let go under him on their own, making him do as told.

It was the end. The Inquisitor was victorious and he was departing with his spoil of war.

Looking at the Ghost by the window, Ezra felt powerless, abandon... without hope.

-"Ezra"

The boy jolted. Did he just hear Kanan's voice?

-"Stay calm. The Inquisitor can sense your feelings, don't let him realize we're speaking."

Ezra calmed down, even if he couldn't control his fear. But, maybe it was for the best right now, as he needed it to hide the tiny feeling that just lighted up inside him.

-"Kanan, I'm afraid."

-"I know. Focus on my voice. What do you feel when you hear it?"

-"Warm. I feel a soft warm inside my heart... but, it's fading away."

-"It's because the distance between us is growing." Explained the Jedi, gently. "Remember, the next time you'll feel this warm inside your heart, it will be because I'm near you."

The Inquisitor's ship jumped into hyperspace, cutting the connection between Ezra and Kanan...

But, now, there was a new feeling nesting inside the boy's heart.

There was Hope.