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redoubles[ Kise hadn't ever really meant to become a Sith trainee. It was one of those things that just happened entirely by chance. He was young and bored and very, very good at everything he tried, and when the man in the long, hooded cloak had come and shown him the neat little trick with levitating his mom's holopad and he'd frowned and concentrated and then laughed as he found he could do it, too, easily, well. The red flash of the Sith Lord's blade had cut off Kise's laughter with the same stroke he cut down Kise's mom, and his dad when he tried to protect her, and his sisters after both his parents were dead, cauterized limbs sizzling on the floor.
After that, anger and hatred had seemed easy.
Except he'd never wanted power, not the way that the Sith did. He'd wanted revenge for his family, but he hadn't wanted to kill people, to conquer the galaxy. Anger and hatred were all well and good for his ambitions of payback, but they were useless for what he and the rest of the trainees were supposed to become: trained Sith warriors to make the galaxy bow at their feet.
The day before his trials, before he would officially become a Sith Lord, Kise runs. He runs far and fast, halfway across the galaxy in a stolen starfighter, and it's only by chance that he bumps into the Jedi.
Literally bumps into him, the boy his own age with a padawan's braid in his shockingly red hair, and Kise freezes as he sees the lightsaber clipped to his belt, a twin to his own. Except, Kise's sure, for the color of the blade. ]
After that, anger and hatred had seemed easy.
Except he'd never wanted power, not the way that the Sith did. He'd wanted revenge for his family, but he hadn't wanted to kill people, to conquer the galaxy. Anger and hatred were all well and good for his ambitions of payback, but they were useless for what he and the rest of the trainees were supposed to become: trained Sith warriors to make the galaxy bow at their feet.
The day before his trials, before he would officially become a Sith Lord, Kise runs. He runs far and fast, halfway across the galaxy in a stolen starfighter, and it's only by chance that he bumps into the Jedi.
Literally bumps into him, the boy his own age with a padawan's braid in his shockingly red hair, and Kise freezes as he sees the lightsaber clipped to his belt, a twin to his own. Except, Kise's sure, for the color of the blade. ]
