Thank you for the reviews everyone! : )

Liyanette: Yeah, I like those too! ;)

Emmithar: *laughs* LOL! I can just imagine Legolas with a lightsaber! ;) Umn…now the ending ;)

MeShelly: Ooooh! You're so smart =D I'm glad you liked it!! Well, bonds don't just *break* off, but I think Qui-Gon was worried that someone had *broken* it off, which *can* happen. As for the barb, the handy thing about the SW universe is you never know WHAT kind of stuff can pop up. For instance, that barb in Ep.2 What was THAT??? I have no idea, but no one cared cos after all not much in SW makes sense ;)

Now for the last post!! Thank you all for reading! See you around FF.N

(Oh, by the way, for anyone who didn't know Kuron or Kuro-n, is 'Clone' in Japanese, I chose Japanese, because my planet's settings were very much like a Japanese culture :D )


Kuro-N: Chapter 8

Please see Chapter 1 for details


Qui-Gon sat tensely next to Obi-Wan, the trip back to the palace had been frightening at best, every time Obi-Wan began to cough Qui-Gon felt his anxiety blow out of control. Now he was lying in the healing wing of the Palace. The Healer told Qui-Gon to watch Obi-Wan closely for any change in condition, but Obi-Wan had stayed the same deathly pale color and his eyes remained shut. Qui-Gon's finger drifted across Obi-Wan's forehead and Obi-Wan turned slightly groaning at the intense pain at his side. The Healer said it had been a brutal wound, and he had done all he could, with Obi-Wan in this coma, all they could do was wait. *Wait.* Qui-Gon felt guilt wash over again, it was his fault and this time nothing anyone could say would convince him otherwise, *he* had done this to Obi-Wan. Remorse swept through to no one, but in his mind he felt someone sitting quietly, listening. He looked at Obi-Wan suddenly. The boy's eyes opened slowly, they were half closed but he managed the words.

"Do not center on you anxieties master, you can't change the past, you can only improve the present to change the future." He managed a slight smile. And Qui-Gon felt relief course through him.


Obi-Wan recovered faster after he came out of his coma, Qui-Gon sat by him every day until he was mostly recovered.

He walked into the room and found Obi-Wan, he was sitting up, eating something he didn't seem to be enjoying.

"This tastes like master Yoda's gruel." He joked.

"It's healthy food," Qui-Gon shook his head. "I didn't make it up." Obi-Wan looked at him, his Master was smiling finally and Qui-Gon felt it had been a long time since he had. But now that Obi-Wan was recovering it made him feel a great joy rise in him and spread through every feeling. Still he felt he needed to say something to Obi-Wan

"Padawan," He paused. "I know that for what I did, you cannot forgive me. I shouldn't have trusted your clone, I did feel something strange about him, something in his smile wasn't right, and he just didn't know certain things that he should have." He looked closely at Obi-Wan. "But the truth is Padawan, I trusted him and it wasn't because I felt he was in danger, it wasn't because he had been wounded, it was all because I trust you." Obi-Wan looked up at him and smile spread across his face and on a sudden impulse Qui-Gon wrapped Obi-Wan in his arms and smiled. "Yes Obi-Wan," He whispered. "I trust you, and I am so very proud of you. I know that sometimes it doesn't seem like it, but that's when I need to say it to you."

"Thank you," Obi-Wan murmured into his shoulder.

"You're welcome."


Qui-Gon stirred, he could sense distress coming from Obi-Wan, even though they hadn't reestablished their bond, and he climbed off the waiting room sleep couch. He walked into Obi-Wan's room. Obi-Wan was jerking in his his sleep and Qui-Gon was suddenly reminded of the clone's behavior during the nightmare. He ran to Obi-Wan's side and shook him, trying to wake him from the dream. Obi-Wan looked to be pushing in between things and struggling against someone.

"Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon shook him harder and suddenly Obi-Wan's eyes flew open and he saw Qui-Gon.

"Qui-Gon!" He cried and jumped up, wrapping his arms around Qui-Gon. He was still half asleep and began talking quickly. "Don't take him Qui-Gon, he's not really Obi-Wan! Please help me." He begged. Qui-Gon realized suddenly what Obi-Wan's dream had been about: when they had been separated. Qui-Gon sat down next to his apprentice and held the boy, rocking him slightly. Obi-Wan continued to speak. "Master please stop, it's me it's me!" Tears were falling down his cheeks. "I don't want to fight him!" He nearly screamed the words. "Please leave me alone, just leave me alone." Obi-Wan's voice lowered to a quiet whispered. "Please." Interspersed with Obi-Wan's words, Qui-Gon was whispering comforting words, they fell into a steady pattern and Obi-Wan's began to fall away slowly, until th boy's crying turned to quiet sobs and his breath evened out. He was now fully awake and seemed to be wondering what he was saying, then like bolt he seemed to remember the dream and tightened his grip on Qui-Gon.

"Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon whispered after a moement. "What happened?" Obi-Wan wiped a hand across his cheek, he knew it was no good to say that it was all right, and that it hadn't frightened him. He lowered his voice.

"I got separated from you," He began slowly. "Someone grabbed me almost immediately. I struggled and called out your name, I could hear a faint response, I wasn't panicked and I finally pulled away from them I ran and tried to call to you, but they blocked me from my escape." Obi-Wan closed his eyes. "They grabbed me and threw me to the ground I looked up and saw a terrifying sight." Qui-Gon squeezed Obi-Wan, he knew what the boy was going to say. "It was me," he whispered. "I saw myself and I screamed your name, I wanted to tell you that the boy who was coming to you was evil, that he wasn't me, but I knew I couldn't. One of them beat me in the back and then a cloaked man stabbed a syringe into my neck and placed a barb where he had injected the drug. When I awoke later, I couldn't talk, and I couldn't move." Obi-Wan didn't look like he wanted to say anymore. But Qui-Gon had to ask a question.

"Did he hurt you?" Obi-Wan didn't seem to want to answer and he looked down. Qui-Gon touched his chin and Obi-Wan slowly looked up at him. "Did he?" Obi-Wan nodded slowly, Qui-Gon was about to speak when Obi-Wan broke in.

"I thought I wouldn't have to tell you anything." He cried. "I thought I could, but my dreams frightened me. I remember being back in that prison, with those things... I can't even explain how terrified I was, then I fought you--" His voice faltered. "I had no control, I had to fight you, and against all my will I couldn't stop, I tried to kill you!" Qui-Gon shook his head.

"No, Obi-Wan, no. Donté tried to kill me, you were just his unwilling tool. He used you to make me die with the realization that I had killed my own apprentice, and he used me to crush your heart, with the weight of what you were doing." He sighed. "He didn't care about you Obi-Wan, but I do care, I care so much." Obi-Wan didn't speak for a long time, then he whispered.

"I tried to kill you, you tried to kill me." He almost smiled. "Then the guilt is equal, and so is the forgiveness." Qui-Gon looked a little startled.

"Padawan what I did--"

"And what *I* did, master. But I don't blame you. I don't, but can you forgive me?" Qui-Gon looked away for a moment, he knew what Obi-Wan was saying, with all his sureness that what he did was unforgivable and that he would feel the guilt for the rest of his life, Obi-Wan felt guilt too. He turned back to Obi-Wan, and hugged him tightly.

"Yes Padawan, I do. I forgive you."


Kadiri and Masao were there to see them off. Kadiri was still in confusion about what had happened in the warehouse, but she didn't ask. Qui-Gon was pleased to see her smiling, and her cheeks were flushed a healthy pink, her black hair cascaded down to her knees, and the reckless wind was blowing it everywhere.

"We cannot thank you enough for your assistance," Masao shook Qui-Gon's hand. "My friend, you are always welcome here."

"I thank you sire." Qui-Gon looked at Kadiri. "Shall she be made Empress then?" Kadiri smiled at her uncle.

"In time. My uncle is going to rule for a while longer, until I'm sure of my ability, but I am willing to be patient." Qui-Gon smiled at her.

"I'm glad."

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan left the palace and their speeder took them to the docking bay. Qui-Gon knew that the warehouse had been destroyed and as their ship flew above the planet surface, he could make out the debris that had been left. His felt a strange curious feeling in the back of his mind.

//Was that where Obi-Wan's clone was made?//

If it wasn't, that meant that somewhere in the galaxy, there were more cylinders that could be made into copies of people. But Qui-Gon could only hope that they would never be found, or used in his lifetime, or Obi-Wan's.

Obi-Wan was already in the cockpit, Qui-Gon sat down next to him.

"Are you sure you're up to this?" He asked. Obi-Wan nodded.

"I'm out of the healer's, I feel up to anything."

Qui-Gon smiled. "All right then." He looked out the view port, and after a moment Obi-Wan spoke.

"Master, do you think Donté could have been good if the Jedi had been allowed to take him in the Temple?" Qui-Gon let out a long breath.

"I don't know, Obi-Wan. Someone as evil as him, it's so hard to see the good, but there is always some good, and even though it's so hard to find, some times even the evil will show a flicker of love, or a flash of mercy. Still what he could have been is not for us to know."

Obi-Wan nodded. "Well, Master, whatever I will be in the future, I'm glad that you chose me."

Qui-Gon smiled.

"I'm glad too Obi-Wan, and I always will be."