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It’s him. It is definitely him. He knows. He can feel it. His force aura around him. It is the same. Almost. But the blue of his eyes knows. His heart knows. His soul knows. It is him. His long lost comrade. His best friend. His love…
Satoru Gojo stares at him, at the body beneath him, laying there unconscious. His face the pretty one he had engraved into his brain. The hair longer, sticky with blood and dirt, yet still looking luscious as ever. There was a prominent and ugly scar on his forehead, which disrupted his beauty. Gojo hated it. He wanted to erase it.
„Master Gojo! Are you alright?“, his padawan called out for him, reaching up the hill of the battle side where his master had fought a dark cloaked enemy never seen before. „The troopers are circling back. We should be picked up soon.“, he told him, hooking his lightsaber to his belt. But his master wasn’t responding. He was still staring at the body, kneeling on the ground, dirtying his dark attire. „Master?“, the boy now called for him in a more quieter tone. „Who was the man?“, he asked, curious as to why the bright and unusual eyes of his master would be so fixated on him.
„He is my best friend.“, Gojo stated without hesitation, picking up the body gently into his arms, careful to not put any further harm onto it. A sight which confused the padawan, who had never seen his master to be so gentle with someone.
„Let’s get back to the ship.“, he stated with a tone the padawan couldn’t decipher. „He needs medical help…and a secure cell.“
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Suguru…Suguru….Suguru…..don’t go! Don’t leave me! You are my best friend!... Suguru!
With a loud gasp the prisoner woke up from his slumber, his amethyst eyes going around the room frantically. Where was he? Geto tried to get up, but he felt restraints around his wrists and ankles hindering him from any movement. Clenching his jaw he let his head fall back to the headrest of the bed he was lying in. It looked like he had been imprisoned, orange laser beams glowing on his right side while the rest of the room was barely lit. He let out a sigh, trying to remember anything, but nothing came to mind. He couldn’t tell with certainty how long he had been lying here. It could be hours, days, months even. His head hurt, making him wince and moan softly. Had he lost his memory? Or was there another reason why he couldn't remember anything? He didn’t know.
Blue.
He blinked several times, dark lashes fluttering.
Yes…there was something blue he remembered. But what was it? A lightsaber?...No…
“Satoru!”, he gasped with wide eyes, remembering the moment he left him. He had disagreed with the Jedi council and their treatment of other young jedi. They had become as corrupt as the enemies surrounding them, those idiot politicians and their money, their selfish goals and greed for power. The Jedi Council consisted only of soldiers. They got involved in unnecessary wars instead of keeping the peace and taking care of the common people. And these were exactly the people Geto wanted to help. He didn't want to get stuck in an endless war and kill others. They were Jedis, for God's sake! Jedis should be good, not floating in a gray mass beyond good and evil. They had sent Geto and his Padawan on missions that should have been taken on by real soldiers. Instead, they were caught up in political games. And Geto had lost his padawan to them. He could still see the blazing fire of the crematorium, hear the oppressive silence, feel the hatred for the Council within him. The confrontation with them was unsuccessful and led Geto to leave the Jedi Order. To Gojo's displeasure, of course. He had tried to stop him and pleaded with him to reconsider everything. But Geto had made up his mind and left. It had hurt, yes, to see him like that, desperate and full of sadness. His calls for him to stop, to turn around and stay with him. To talk to him. Geto, however, had ignored everything with a heavy heart, his eyes filled with tears, his lips trembling, when he finally crashed in a bar. Two days later he had boarded a shuttle and left Coruscant, his home since he was eight years old, where he had shared a home with his comrades, played, learned, trained, and discovered his strength. Where he met Gojo, a talented brat from a rich family from Naboo. Where he had bonded with that arrogant brat, who no one wanted to engage with. They were all scared of him, of his capabilities, his infinite strength and sheer talent. Coruscant, where he shared his first kiss, sloppy, timid, soft and warm...but he had to leave all of that behind if he wanted to keep the innocent people safe...
What else did he remember?
He had been at home with the younglings he had been training on the force and how to wield it, to control it. He remembered a waterfall, still the sound of rushing water in his ears while the kids were trying to concentrate on the rocks in front of them to keep them elevated off the surface of the water. And then, he remembered explosions, screaming, blood and devastation.
A tear escaped the corner of his left eye while his brain was going through the images of dead bodies around him, blood on his hands, the pain from his wounds…he did try but there were too many of them. Yes, he was one of the stronger ones, but not as strong as his former best friend. He had had no chance against a bomb this size.
So…did this mean…he was dead? Imprisoned in the afterlife waiting for judgment?
But before he could think further, the red laser beams disappeared, letting a cloaked man enter the cell.
“How long has it been, huh, Suguru?”, he heard his voice, knowing almost immediately to whom it belonged. The only person to ever call him by his real name was his former best friend.
“A year, I guess.”, Geto answered, a slight smile on his face. “I didn’t think I needed to be restrained. I left the order as a free man, remember?”, he added, pulling slightly at his wrists. He set his eyes on the shiny blue oceans, which were staring creepily at him. Usually Geto would have dismissed that, but this time the stare felt…unsettling.
“What? Why are you staring?”, he asked, lifting a dark eyebrow. “I thought you liked my pretty face.”, a slight smirk appeared on his lips, while he was trying to figure out why those sparkling blue eyes were widened and staring at him.
“Because I haven’t seen it for over 10 fucking years, Suguru.”