Title: Separations (1/5)
Author: Lady Maul (Lady_Maul@telia.com)
Category: AU, 
Rating: R
Archive: Sith Chicks. Others, if you like it, take it! Just drop me a 
note so I know where it ends up! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I've just borrowed the guys for awhile... They belong to 
Lucas. Keziah is my creation.
Feedback: Please? I neeeeeed feedback!
Summary: During the battle on Naboo, Maul gets some 'reinforcement'.
Note: /thoughts/
<mind-talk>



"Hey! What are you doing?" Obi-Wan yelled, as a hooded figure 
materialized near his slaughtered master, and laid a hand on his chest.

The figure didn't seem to notice. Not even the Sith pacing before him 
turned around to look.

/Maybe it's his Master, or apprentice,/ he thought to himself. /Shit, 
how will I survive this?/ He made his decision. /Sorry, Master./ 
Obi-Wan started to back away from the electron field, separating him 
from the others.

Suddenly it winked out of existence, and the Sith charged forward. 
Obi-Wan barely managed to block the red blade.

"Stop!" a female voice ordered.

The Sith snarled and backed away from him. The female walked up behind 
the Sith and laid her gloved hands on his shoulders.

"Let me have him first, Maul," she whispered in his ear.

The Sith, Maul, deactivated his saber, and nodded.

"As you wish," he said with a grin, not taking his eyes of Obi-Wan.

/I have a bad feeling about this,/ he had time to think before his 
saber flew out of his grip towards the woman.

She caught it, looked at it, and tossed it over her shoulder, down the 
shaft.

"You won't need that," she said, as she walked towards him.

He tried to back away from her, but was stopped by the electron field. 
Maul just stood and grinned at him.

---

/My first padawan. I'm really gonna enjoy this,/ she smiled.

As she advanced the padawan, she tugged off her black gloves, 
revealing black tattoos on white skin, and tossed them to Maul.

"Here. I won't need these."

"I know, Keziah. Enjoy him before I finish him off."

"No!" She swirled around to face Maul. "I will not allow you to kill 
him! He's too useful to be killed."

"Useful? That little wretch?" Maul growled.

"Yes, the _wretch_ is useful. Now, let me have some fun. You can join 
us anytime you want, you know," Keziah said with an inviting smile, as 
she turned to face her target again.

"Later."

She summoned the Force, grabbed the padawan by his wrists with it, and 
dragged him after her, as she slowly walked round the shaft.

---

"What are you going to do? What have you done to my master?" At last 
Obi-Wan had gathered enough courage to say something. He didn't like 
this woman, not at all.

"The answer to your first question," Keziah said, "is: just wait and 
see. The second answer is: I've healed him so he can watch what I will 
do to you. Perhaps I even will have some fun with him too!"

"Leave my Master out of this!" he growled. "He has suffered enough!"

"Good... Let your anger and hate flow through you. It will be more... 
pleasurable... that way."

/I have to calm down,/ Obi-Wan thought, and took a deep breath.

"I will not join the Dark Side," he said calmly.

"If you say so." She was now standing beside his Master again. "Maul? 
Put this man in a sitting position against the wall. So he can watch 
us. But gently. I don't want him to die, yet."

Maul looked glumly at her, but Qui-Gon's body slowly began to rise 
from the floor, and float to the nearest part of the wall, there he 
ended up sitting.

Obi-Wan tried to pry himself free from the Force grip and run to his 
Master, but with no avail. He was stuck. /This woman is strong.../

<I'm... all right... my young padawan,> a voice whispered in his mind.

<Master!>

<Calm... yourself. Be... strong.>

<Yes, Master, I will,> he thought back through their link to each 
other. <Please, don't die! I will get you out of here!>

"Nah, nah, nah," sneered Keziah. "Go ahead and try!"

/Huh? What?/ Obi-Wan thought dumbfounded. Then he yelled, "You 
listened!"

"Of course. Why shouldn't I?" she grinned.

---

Maul watched in grim satisfaction as he listened to the conversation 
taking place. /I knew her destiny were elsewhere. It's here./ He 
walked over to the oldster's dropped saber and kicked it down the 
shaft. /You won't need it anymore,/ he thought and grinned at him.

"It's against the Code to listen to private conversations!" the 
padawan was saying.

"Yeah? If you hadn't noticed, we're not... Jedi," she said with a 
disgusted voice. Pointing to Maul, she continued. "His... title, is 
Dark Lord of the Sith. Does that mean something to you?"

The twit... /yes, that's a good word,/ looked at him, horror on his 
face. Maul grinned.

"But the Sith has been extinct for millennia!"

"Explain then, how it comes I'm here," Maul growled, and stalked 
towards the twit. An arm across his chest stopped him.

"If you kill him, Maul, you want have me for a whole month," Keziah 
threatened. He took a step back. "May I enjoy myself now?"

"Be my guest," he grinned.

---

<At last,> her voice whispered in his mind, as he was sprawled back 
against the wall. /This is going to hurt,/ he thought to himself.

"What's your name?" she asked. "And your Master's?"

"I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi, and my Master is Qui-Gon Jinn," he answered 
before he could think. /She's using the mind trick!/ Before he could 
use it on her, he heard his belt buckle open with a 'click'. He looked 
down in confusion, only to see his belt floating to the floor in front 
of the woman.

"You should be honored, you know," Maul said with a grin. "She's the 
best there is."

"The best, what?" His vest began to levitate off his shoulders.

"You'll see, you'll see," the horned Sith chuckled.

/Oh yes, this is going to hurt,/ he winced.

---

Maul placed himself behind Keziah -- she was slightly shorter than him 
-- and pulled her hood back from her face. He heard the twit gasp.

"She's beautiful, isn't she," he said, as he began to nibble her 
earlobe, not taking his eyes from him. "Everyone who sees her, wants 
her." He was rewarded with a defiant 'no', as Obi-Wan shut his eyes. 
Maul put his hands under her breasts.

---

/I will NOT look at her!/ But the damage was already done. He could 
feel it.

Her image floated on the insides of his eyelids. A heart-shaped white 
face, with black tattoos in an intricate, exotic spider web pattern. 
The eyes were a dark shade of green. Her hair... it was black as the 
darkest night, and braided into a crown around her head.

He could feel his outer kimono leave him, then the inner. /I am not 
going to like this! Not a bit!/ The knot, holding his pants up, began 
to untie.

---

"Lift him."

Maul did as she said, and levitated Obi-Wan off the floor. He then 
continued kissing her white neck, while holding the twit in midair.

He saw the padawan's boots slip off his feet, and settle beside the 
other clothes. If she was enjoying this, he did too.

The twit's pants followed soon after.

Maul's head jerked up in surprise.

Part 2

Qui-Gon tried to feel the Force, but it was beyond his reach. Somehow, 
in a way he didn't know, the woman had blocked him from it.

He opened his eyes, and was greeted with a sight of an almost naked 
Obi-Wan floating in mid-air. /Beautiful as always,/ he smiled.

"Put him down," the woman said.

Obi-Wan's feet settled onto the floor. Both his arms and legs were 
spread wide apart.

/I'm sorry, my young padawan. I can't help you,/ he thought, and 
closed his eyes. Then he opened them again. He had an idea.

Ever so slowly he began to rise. If he only could throw himself at the 
couple dressed in black, Obi-Wan would be free. /But I will also be 
dead./ No. Now was not the time to think on his own death.

One step. He looked up at his apprentice. /I miss you already./

A second. His gaze moved over his body. /Be strong. Be calm. Don't let 
her win./

A third.

---

Maul sensed a movement behind him. He swirled around and grabbed the 
oldster by his collar.

"What, exactly, were you trying to do?" he scowled, looking up at him.

He probed Qui-Gon's mind, and found something really interesting.

"Well, well," he smiled as pleasantly as he could. "You're a couple. 
How sweet of you."

The old fool's strength began to ebb away, and Maul pushed him back to 
the wall again.

/_This_ would be fun to watch,/ he thought to himself.

He turned around to look at the twit again. /He's big! She's really 
gonna enjoy this! And so will I.../

---

/A couple.../

Through her bond with Maul, she could share his feelings and thoughts. 
Sometimes it seemed that they were only one mind with two bodies. 
/Well, this is getting more interesting for every second./ Keziah 
licked her lips. /Yes, a most pleasant idea./

She removed her robe, and threw it at the other clothes. Beneath, she 
was only wearing a tight, almost transparent, black two-piece 
jumpsuit.

The Dark Side was strong with her. It flowed through every one of her 
cells. With it, she opened Obi-Wan's eyes.

---

/Noooo! I don't want to see!/

The most beautiful woman he had ever seen, stood before him. She had 
everything where it should be. Nice, round breasts. Her nipples could 
be seen through the thin fabric of her clothes. They were stiff. He 
could feel himself stiffen in response.

/Nooo! I will be loyal!/

---

"Do it," Keziah said, and walked the few steps towards Obi-Wan.

Maul obeyed and began to undress Qui-Gon with the Force.

He couldn't help it. He glanced at the twit, and the shook his head. 
/It's impossible that a human can be so well equipped./ Sometimes he 
enjoyed men as well, but none had been _that_ big. /I wonder.../

---

She began to stroke his cheek. He flinched. /Good./ Slowly, her 
fingers traced its way downwards. His lips. The chin. Over his throat. 
He swallowed. She smiled, raised her other hand, and placed them on 
his shoulders.

Obi-Wan's shoulders were strong.

Her hands glided over his chest. The forefingers lingered a little by 
his nipples. Then they continued their journey. Down over his 
well-trained abdomen. Down.

They came to a halt when they reached his underwear, but not for long.

She knelt before him, tucked her fingers inside the band, and pulled 
them down.

Her 'toy' sprang up to greet her, and she licked her lips again. With 
the Force she tore his underwear of.

"Please, no..." he moaned.

Keziah took him in her mouth. He tasted delicious! With one hand on 
his hip, she began to lick and suck him, and massage his balls with 
the other.

It didn't take long before he groaned and came in her mouth. She 
swallowed it all eagerly. Not a drop were wasted.

"Good boy," she said, kissed him, stood up, and patted him on his 
cheek.

He groaned again, closed his eyes, and let his head drop back against 
the cool wall.

Keziah smiled.

Part 3

Still holding Obi-Wan with a force grip, she turned around, and 
shifted her attention to the now naked Jedi Master. It didn't look 
good. /I guess I have to heal it a little bit more./

"Maul." She smiled at him. "Take care of the... twit."

As they walked by each other, they joined in a brief but demanding 
kiss.

Keziah felt Maul take control over the padawan, and released her grip. 
/It looks worse than before.../ she thought, knelt beside Qui-Gon, and 
gathered her Force powers. /But that will not stop me from enjoying 
him too!/

---

It hadn't hurt physically, but psychically. He really had tried to 
control himself, to not give in for the desire he felt towards her. 
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

/What?/ Obi-Wan opened his eyes and looked up at his hands, as the 
grip shifted, then looked down again to try to find out what had 
caused it.

Two yellow eyes in a black and red face greeted him. If he could, he 
would have jumped back. As it was, he only twitched back a little.

---

Maul grinned at the twit's reaction. /This is going to be fun./

Slowly he began to undress, forcing the twit to look at him.

---

The pain was almost unbearable! It felt like his flesh was being 
ripped free from his bones! Then it suddenly stopped.

He opened his eyes, and his sight consisted of an exotic looking woman.

"Well?"

"What have you done to me?" he said in a strained voice.

"I've just healed you enough so you won't die before I had my share of 
you," she smiled down at him, "but you are still blocked!"

Qui-Gon looked down at his body. He was totally naked! /When did.../

"Maul undressed you when I gave your padawan a little lesson," she 
smirked.

He tried to look for Obi-Wan, but the woman was sitting in his way. 
/What has she done to you?/

"He's in good hands. Just as you are."

She leaned closer to his face. He could smell her perfume.

It was like a cloud of raw pheromones hit him. He could feel himself 
respond, and he closed his eyes to regain his composure again.

"You like my perfume?" she whispered in his ear. "It is specially made 
to attract human males."

He felt her lips nibbling on his earlobe. She glided on top of him, 
her buttock gently rubbing against his cock. Qui-Gon tried to stifle a 
moan and reached for her, but found that his hands were held firmly in 
place on the floor. With the Force.

---

He stood before the twit, grinning, only clad in black tight 
underwear. Maul closed the distance between them.

"Now, it's my turn," he said with a purr in Obi-Wan's ear, and grabbed 
his braid. The twit followed his braid, until he was kneeling on the 
floor.

Of course he could've done it solely with the Force, but it was more 
fun this way. He chuckled.

Holding the braid in his left hand, he put the right under the twit's 
chin, and made him look up at him.

"Finish my undressing," he mentally commanded.

Dazed, the twit did as Maul had ordered, and slowly pulled his 
underwear down. /Yes, I will enjoy this./ With a swift kick he sent 
them to his other clothes.

Obi-Wan shook his head, looked up, and would have fallen backwards if 
his braid hadn't stopped him.

Maul wound the braid round his forefinger, and used the Force to bond 
the twit's arms on his back. /He's afraid./ He grinned.

"Boo."

He was rewarded with a jerk at the braid.

"Suck me," he growled.

"Never," Obi-Wan said defiantly and shook his head.

Maul leaned closer.

"If you won't, you will die from asphyxia before you can meet your 
master again." He put pressure on the twit's windpipe. Obi-Wan gasped. 
"Now, suck me."

He obediently did as he was ordered, and Maul released some of the 
pressure on his windpipe. Immediately Obi-Wan tried to back away. Maul 
tightened his grip again.

"One more time, and I _will_ kill you," he growled.

---

Obi-Wan gasped for breath! /Master!/ He was starting to see black 
spots in his vision. /I will not tolerate this!/ He suddenly found it 
even harder to breath.

"Do it, now."

He took the Sith's penis in his mouth, and began to suck. Actually, it 
didn't taste that bad. He found himself able to breathe again.

---

/He's good./ He pulled at the braid, and closed his eyes. /Oh yes./ 
Not many had been able to take him in their mouth fully.

Maul groaned, put his right hand on the back of the twit's head, and 
pulled him even closer. He could feel that he would come soon.

"Yeeeessssssss," he hissed between clenched teeth as he poured himself 
into Obi-Wan's mouth.

Part 4

Obi-Wan tried to swallow as much as possible, but with the pressure on 
his windpipe, some of the cum trickled down his chin. Then, the 
pressure was suddenly gone. He gasped and backed away, only to be 
stopped by his ownbraid.

/Ouch!/

Suddenly it hurt again. He fell to the floor, head first, hands behind 
him.

"Come on," Maul said. "Time to join the others."

Obi-Wan reached out with his mind. <Master?> He couldn't feel him. 
<Master!>

Maul jerked at the braid again, and Obi-Wan did his best to follow 
him, half crawling, half walking on his knees.

---

Keziah had undressed herslef as she licked and nibbled at Qui-Gon's 
chest, carefully avoiding his wound. Then, she had slowly lowered 
herself onto his cock. He had moaned at her actions, but if it had 
been in protest or pleasure... She didn't care. As long as _she_ felt 
pleasure, she just didn't care what others thought or felt.

She was nearing her climax, and she increased her speed. Beneath her 
she could feel the Jedi trying to thrust with his hips. He was already 
beginning to weaken again, his life force slowly slipping away.

Suddenly she felt hands caressing her back. A scream of pleasure 
escaped her throat as the orgasm took over her body. She could feel 
herself be filed with the Jedi's semen, then she slumped back into 
Maul's strong arms. He turned her head around and kissed her.

Keziah looked down at Qui-Gon beneath her. He lay totally still, only 
his chest moved slowly. /I guess he liked it,/ she thought. /The 
orgasm must have sent hin into unconsiousness./

"Thanks," she said as she leaned forward so his now limp cock slid out 
of her wet opening, and she kissed him on the cheek. "No more healing 
for you, darling." Then she turned to Obi-Wan, who knelt beside them. 
"I think he's got one hour left to live, so..." She shrugged her 
shoulders. "I guess you can't fuck your Master anymore," she finished 
with a wicked grin.

--

Obi-Wan looked at his Master. /No... He can't be.../ He had been 
humiliated, forced to do things he didn't want to do, and now his 
Master was being taken away from him!

Feelings like fear, anger and hate began to take control over him. 
Fear fro losing his Master. Anger for having been humiliated. His hate 
transformed into a singel thought. Revenge!

He summoned the Force, broke the bond holding his hands, and grabbed 
Keziah by her shoulders. She didn't have time to resist when he 
stepped over his fallen Master and forced her down on her hands and 
knees. With a Force grip he held her in place. He separated her 
buttocks, grabbed his cock, and thrusted himself into her.

--

Maul didn't even have a chance to react. Obi-Wan had moved too fast. 
It took no more than a second for him to brake the bonds and take her.

He felt the strong emotions Obi-Wan emitted, and felt himself grow 
stronger with them. /The twit's strong./ He had to admit that.

Keziah was completely trapped with the Force and couldn't move, even 
if she wanted to. Which she didn't. She liked this kind of treatment. 
He had done it himself many times. Though those times she had known 
that something was going to happen. But not now. She had been totally 
unprepared, and through their bond he could feel that this was an 
experience worth dying for.

In silence he watched as Obi-Wan thrust himself in and out of his 
trapped Keziah, and he enjoyed every second of it. So much in fact, 
that he began stroking himself. He could feel that the twit was near, 
and he prepared himself for what could come afterwards.

Obi-Wan would either reach for his saber, or begin to feel repentance. 
Maul thought the latter would be the case.

---

"Yes!" Obi-Wan screamed as he spilled his come into the trapped woman 
beneath him. This felt _so_ good! He slumped forward over her, his 
cock still inside her. They both fell to the floor as he released his 
Force grip.

"Thank you," Keziah said. "That was wonderful."

"What?" He raised his head slowly, and opened his eyes. A beautiful 
face was just a few centimeters from his. And it was smiling. At him. 
Obi-Wan's head felt foggy. He couldn't think straight. Strange 
emotions twirled around inside him. Anger, grief, satisfaction...

"Thank you for a wonderful orgasm." Her eyes glistened with 
satisfaction.

Satisfaction... Had he really...? He rose to his feet in a hurry, and 
felt and heard his cock slid out of her with a soft pop. /No!/ Obi-Wan 
looked around. Maul stood beside Qui-Gon, and he wore a grin on his 
face. /They must've tricked me!/

"You tricked me into doing this!" /Master! What have I done?!?/ He 
felt disgust at what he had done. How could he live with this? /I have 
raped a woman!/ Yes, she certainly had deserved it, but... No. He 
could not live with this. They had killed his Master and now they 
would kill him. If he at least could take one of them with him...

---

Keziah had never felt so satisfied before. That had just been... 
totally wonderful!

She looked at the twit, trying to figure out what he would do next. 
/As the pathetic Jedi he is, he'll probably die of shame,/ she thought 
and sneered.

Her gaze met Maul's. <I've changed my mind. Have fun!>

---

Maul smiled. /At last./

He reached out his hand to call his saber to him. It flew through the 
air, and landed in... The twit's outstretched hand! Maul snarled. 
<You were supposed to shield him!> Keziah just smiled at him.

"I thought you wanted to have some fun!"

The twit seemed to have trouble with activating the saber. Maul 
smiled. /Yes, this will indeed be fun./ With the Force, he pressed the 
activation button for the blade that was pointing almost at Obi-Wan's 
left shoulder.

---

She rose to her feet. /This will be interesting to watch./

Keziah felt her eyes widen in surprise as the saber flew to Obi-Wan 
instead of Maul. /Yes. This will _indeed_ be interesting!/ She knew 
her bond-mate's skills, and also knew that he would do anything to 
keep her from getting harmed. She didn't like it, but that was the way 
it was. They needed each other. They were part of each other. Ever 
since that first time...

/No. I can't think of that now./ She shook her head, and concentrated 
on the fight that was going on in front of her.

The twit was trying to hit Maul with the ignited blade. But before it 
reached him, Maul deactivated it, and let the other blade spring to 
life instead. Because Obi-Wan was unused to a double-bladed saber, he 
was close to cut himself every time Maul switched blade. It was a 
deadly cat-and-mouse game. The mouse trying to defend itself with the 
cat's teeth.

/This is starting to get boring./ She decided to end the fighting, and 
moved up behind Obi-Wan so she could kick him in his back.

---

He was enjoying himself. On, off, on, off. Soon it was time to kill 
the twit. He switched blades again, and Obi-Wan twirled around. Time 
seemed to slow down. The blade he'd just activated slowly closed the 
distance between itself and Keziah's waist.

"NO!" Quickly he shut off the saber. But too late. It had almost 
divided her in two. /This can't be happening!/ He pushed the twit into 
the wall, and rushed to her side. <Stay! You need to stay with me!>

<Sorry...>

With an angry growl he called their clothes to him. Then he knelt and 
laid her head in his lap.

"Take us away from here."

She smiled and then concentrated herself. Her life was slipping away 
fast, and he had no knowledge in healing. /Damn!/ Maul snatched his 
saber from the twit's hand.

"One day I _will_ kill you!"

Together they vanished into nothingness.

Part 5

Obi-Wan shook his head to clear his mind. They were gone. And his 
Master were gone...

He rose and walked slowly over to Qui-Gon, knelt and laid Qui-Gon's 
head in his lap. Tears began to fell.

"I'm sorry I failed you, Master," he sobbed as he cried. Then he 
reached out with the Force to gather their clothes. Suddenly it hit 
him. His Master couldn't be dead! Their bond was still intact, though 
weak.

<Please, don't die!> Obi-Wan did his best to heal what little he 
could. <You will survive!> Gently he began to dress Qui-Gon. He was 
still unconsious when Obi-Wan started to dress himself.

Obi-Wan knelt again besides his Master. This time he reached out with 
the Force to see how the others had done. He was met with joy and 
happiness. /They must've succeeded then./ He knew he couldn't leave 
Qui-Gon alone here, while he went for help.

<Anakin,> he sent. <I need your help. Qui-Gon needs your help.> He 
felt Anakin wondering who was talking. <It's me, Obi-Wan. Listen to my 
voice, and follow it.> Anakin said something. <You don't need to speak 
out loud, just think it.>

<Okay.>

<Let the Force guide you.>

It didn't take that long until Anakin, Amidala, Panaka and two medics 
came running.

Anakin rushed to Qui-Gon's side immediatly. Tears running down his 
face.

"Will he live?"

"I wish I knew..." he answered the boy.

The medics pushed them away so they could start working.

"Can you carry him to the medlab?" one of the medics asked. "So that 
he lies as still as possible?"

As an answer he gently lifted his Master's body with the Force.

"Show me the way."

An hour later Qui-Gon woke up. Feeling hope Obi-Wan quickly rushed 
over to his Master's side.

"Master! You're alright!"

"No... It is too late... It's..."

"No!" This can't be! He will be alright! Obi-Wan took Qui-Gon's hand 
in his.

"Obi-Wan promise... promise me you'll train the boy..."

"Yes, Master..." /No... This can't be happening.../ Tears began to 
fall.

"He is the chosen one... he will... bring balance... train him!"

With those last words, Qui-Gon died. Obi-Wan cradled his Master in his 
arms.

---

The next thing Maul saw, was the interior of his ship, the 
_Infiltrator_. He wrapped the Force around Keziah's body and placed 
her on the floor in front of the passenger seats. With the rage still 
fresh in his mind, he went to the bridge and set course for Coruscant.

He had done everything he could for her. It was up to her now. He 
placed himself on the floor and began to meditate. The signal that 
indicated an incoming transmission sounded and woke him out of his 
meditation. According to the chrono, he'd been meditating for almost 
an hour. He glanced quickly at Keziah and then flipped the switch to 
accepted the transmission. Quickly he knelt.

"Yes, my Master. What can--?"

"Why have you not done as you were ordered?" Lord Sidious demanded.

Maul swallowed. "Master, I had to change the plans..."

"You took the woman with you, didn't you?"

That was not a question. Maul lowered his head. He couldn't hide 
anything from his Master.

"Keziah is with me, right now. Master."

"That is why you failed. You disobeyed my orders and took her with you 
to Naboo."

"It won't happen again, my Master."

"I can assure you that. If I ever see you again, I will kill you and 
your woman immediatly! You are no longer my apprentice!" With that 
Sidious shut off the transmission.

/Damn!/ All this because of that damned twit! He turned around, all 
thoughts forgotten, when he heard Keziah stir behind him.

In less than a second he was by her side.

"I'm... sorry, Maul..."

"Can't you heal yourself?"

"No... The damage is too..." She stopped and coughed. Maul gathered 
her into his arms. "It's too difficult... for me to heal..."

"Rest. You will be fine." How could the twit do this to him?!

"At last I got to... have som fun..." She tried to smile. "Kill him... 
for me..."

"I will," he promised her.

"Avenge me..."

With those last words, Keziah died. Maul cradled her in his arms.

---

In two different parts of the galaxy, two soul-bonds were ripped apart 
by the hand of Death. Two voices cried out in pain as if they were one.

One cried for loss.

One cried... for revenge!

~end~