The bus terminals hummed, energy-filled as the silver-gray transports loamed in and out of steel hangars like massive, metallic dragon flies over and away from the cold, black skies. Gold light pulsed like a living thing on the walls echoing sinister. Obi-Wan had leave from the coarse run of his apprenticeship and he knew precisely how to spend such a vacation. Most knew nothing of his twin. Not even his own Master.

II. A Brilliant Mother for Remarkable Twins

The twin babies squirms in their mother’s pale arms kicking and yelling. Each was wrapped in a blanket of soft fleece. The eldest lay wrapped in blue on the left, older by twenty seconds. His mother cooed at him softly and looked up at her dazed, weary husband with tired, bloodshot eyes, “What will we call this one?”

His father blinked lifting up a corner of the baby blue blanket. “Bob, let’s call him Bob.”

His wife wrinkled her nose, “Ugh. That’s terrible. How about…” She paused to grin, “Obi-Bob.”

The father grunted slightly shrugging, ‘How about the other one in white?”

The mother looked mystically at the younger twin, “Why they look so alike!? “She exclaimed with a giggle, “Obi-, Obi-…hmm…Obi-…Wan? Obi-Wan?”

“Obi-Bob, and Obi-Wan. Ok. How will we tell them apart?”

His wife, a sweet looking woman stared analytically at her two boys, and quite suddenly looked very wise,“Hand me a marker.”

Her husband reverently handed her a black marker on the nightstand. She removed the cap and carefully labelled each on the forehead. The first time, she made an error, and had to scratch out one of the mistakes. But soon the bright young woman got it correct.

“Gee Golly Gee, You’re smart Anna.”

The two beautiful infants stretched out their little pink hand and grasped each other crying theirinfantile voices.

III. When Two Worlds Collide

He hadn’t seen his brother in nearly a year. Rare were their meetings since his family had snubbed Obi-Bob after a tragic and embarrassing incident with an electronic rice-picking device on vacation to theresort city on Nebeeboway.

He stepped off the bus carefully before the overzealous bus driver sped away. His newly grown hair whipped in his face no longer the short spike of earlier days. Soon he spotted his double leaning casually against an opposite wall across the magnetically charged track. He walked towards him crossing the jump bridge as they locked eyes. His brother looked up and grinned, “You look fucking great! You hair is longer!”

“What do you think, should I cut it again?”

Obi-Bob continued smiling wrapping Obi-Wan into a close hug, “I love it. It’s so much better than that doofy fuzz, ponytail, braidy thingy. You looked like you were wearing your red Davie Crockett hat!” He reached out his hand stroking his hair; “It’s much softer.” His hand lingered several moments.

“Obi-Bob, Mum and Pa haven’t made up with you yet?"

“No. Fraid Not.”

They stared at one another uncomfortably Obi-Bob’s hair still caught in Obi-Wan’s hair.“Obi-Wan?”

“Yes?"

“I need to go powder my nose, please come to thebathroom with me?”

“Yes Obi-Bob.”

“Do you always do whatever you’re told?”

“Yes Obi-Bob. If Master wills it, it is done.”

IV. Cheap Bathroom Sex

“I’ll wait down by the stalls for you Obi-Bob.”

“No Obi-Wan. Please walk with me down to the stall, It’s a long walk. I should enjoy some company.”

Obi-Wan frowned slightly, “Yes, I’ll walk with you.”

They walked in silence until Obi-Wan felt his hand suddenly being taken as his brother pulled him into a nearby stall and swung him around, locking and blocking the door.

“Obi-Wan, I’ve had something to tell you. Shhhh. be quiet. Talk quiet. Whisper. What I’m going to say is what I’m going to say is that I love you like no brother, no master could ever, ever love you. I know it’s wrong. I know it’s wrong. Sick. Incestuous. I can’t help it. Please don’t look that way. I’m so sorry.”

“You’re talking so fast.”

“One word, no, and I’ll go. If you say yes, Oh God, please say yes, and I’ll stay.”

Obi-Wan looked down for many moments saying nothing letting the silence deafen him. A man somewhere burped. With that Obi-Wan flatly said, “Yes Obi-Bob,yes.”

He turned and grabbed Obi-Wan by the waist pressing his lips to his own forcing his tongue into the warmth of his mouth around his tongue, and over his teeth. His brother moaned softly and he pulled away, “Obi-Wan.” He whispered, "You’ll have to be quiet; or else I’ll have to gag you. “ He smiled at the thought, “By the by, I have these delightful little pills from Sabeeboway. It’ll give you a great buzz. Take one. “He brought out a little brown plastic bottle and offered Obi-Wan a small green pill, “Try this.”

Obi-Wan quickly swallowed the pearly pill and the effects could be felt immediately like a padded mallet striking his head. He sighed as his head became easier and all he could concentrate on was his brother’s kisses and hands on his neck and chest.

He looked over at the toilet on impulse admiring it. White, virgin marble, and cold ebony seating. Suddenly a dwarf hippopotamus appeared perched on the seat. It cocked its little hippopotamus head and called out, “Whoooweeeeeeee! Where is Obi-Bob going’ with thattongue down there!?”

Obi-Wan looked alarmed at the little gray creature staring at him through dull, rosy eyes.

“Obi-Wan,” it snuffled, “I am your conscience. You should not do well by doing your older brother. Come into the toilet, and I’ll show you what you were meant to do!”

Obi-Wan’s head bobbed slightly and he pulled away from Obi-Bob’s insistent grasp. He went to his knees before the porcelain entryway and squeezed in headfirst. He swam through the blue water and felt the peace in the coolness and calm around him.

V. The Great Awakening

Obi-Wan woke up on the shore side, the speckled seagulls crying overhead in the grayness of the cloud-dusted sky. The ocean roared tumultuously subsiding every few seconds into whispers and tinkling laughter.

A little girl with long, brown pig tails was poking at him with a long, sharp, pointed stick. “Ms. Blackchurch! I’ve found a dead man!” She cried triumphantly. She began to poke him more harshly until he sat up alarmed scaring her, and she ran off into the distance screaming.

In another moment a tall woman dressed all in black fuzzled over to him with an intimidating butterfly net slung over her shoulder and knelt by Obi-Wan’s side, “Sir! You are hurt! I will call someone!”

VI. Life with the Cavendishes

Obi-Wan woke to that same, strange sour little girl who stood scowling over him dressed like death herself. “Were you bad? Is that why they tried to drown you? Who are they? Is it a secret? Have you shot a man? Did you see his guts? Did he cry?”

Obi-Wan stared up groggily at the strange, quick talking creature.

The little girl clutched her corpse-like doll in her hand and frowned at him, “My name is Clementina.” She muttered lowly, “Clementina Cavendish and you’re in my home. I demand to know your name now sir.”

Obi-Wan observed his surroundings thoughtfully seeing quite clearly that he was in a distant pass elsewhere. “My name is Michael Bishop.”

The door slammed, and the same woman in black fuzzled in looking quite pleased with herself. Her hands were planted on her hips with her butterfly net clutched in one hand behind her back. “How do you do? I am Mary Blackchurch. Governess of Clementine.”

Obi-Wan held out his hand, “Michael Bishop.”

“How did you come to be in the ocean Mr. Bishop?”

Obi-Wan remembered what had been taking place before he dove into the cool waters of the toilet. His brother’s lips had been on the very edge before giving him pleasure whole. He remembered his own tears burning freezing, dry and warm on his flushed skin; not from shame, but rather from what had felt so right and in place. Months in the womb together never forgotten. Despite the surroundings of the cold blue doors and freezing tiles, he was and felt each shape around him burn dark rose and red, warm, tick liquid surrounded him becoming tender as he reached for his twins hand crying out in the voice of pleasure. How terrible it had been to be torn apart by the very mother that kept them entwined for so very long.

Perhaps if the hippopotamus with expression smug had not interfered. His voice became foreign as he whispered, “I don’t remember.”

VII. Henry-A First Impression

The light shattered through the stained glass windows on the coarse oak table shimmering over the table settings. A waistcoat wrapped his waist and billowy sleeves closed at his wrists. He was accepted easily as a confused traveller, perhaps shipwrecked. A slack-faced maid served each family member a dish of nearly raw food, which slopped un impressively in thebrightly decorated dishes.

A pale, older woman at the table end weakly whimpered, “Where’s Henry? Where’s my son?”

As if in reply to the question match stick of a boy swept into the room in a long, navy blue coat that skirted the dusty floorboards. He roughly pulled out a heavy oaken chair next to Obi-Wan and collapsed in his chair, “Ow!” He appeared embarrassed for a moment as he rubbed his rear, “I suppose I sat down a bit harsh. “He said airily laughing softly.

His mother’s neck telescoped as she smiled condescendingly, “Henry, so nice to have you back with us. I hope your journey went well?” She whined snorkeling a chuckle at the end of her words.

Henry spit the wine he had been drinking back into the glass and leaned forward levelling with his mother, “Paradise. Really.” His sarcasm shone and sliced the dust particles drifting in the coloured air.

His mother, dim she was, still saw his sarcasm immediately and looked down at her un cooked, fleshy pink ham hurt. Clementine as he could see, seemed amused. Ms. Blackchurch appeared quite blank and Mary Blackchurch-like.

Henry’s father sniffed and growled, Why were you sentdown this time?”

Henry poked lightly at his food, “Lewd misconduct.” He laughed, “Gross indecency. I’m fortunate I was not arrested, but the dean was very kind to me.”

Mr. Cavendish pursed his lips widening his eyes turning very red, “What kind of misconduct and indecency?”

Henry took a gulp of wine; “ Perhaps I was studying a bit too late with some of my fellow male classmates Father. It’s so easy to misconstrue little things like that.”

Mr. Cavendish stood up and grumbled, “We’ll continue this later Henry. “ He slammed out of the dining room slamming the door behind him stirring up yet more dust.

I looked over at Henry who had a hint of a smile crossing his slim face. He was too thin, it was true. But he had beauty about him, which was blindingly clear. His full lips pouted the colour of berries, and he had wide, large blue eyes, soft brown hair, and a spirit in his heart unlike his mother, a dead leaf. The little girl, Clementina, already dwelt too far in death. I had no idea what to make of the strange Ms. Blackchurch who had put her butterfly net underneath the table for dinner. Henry I liked though.

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End of Part 1! Next...some flirting, maybe even sex! Abd a mockery of Ms. Blackchurches, and James Cavendish's bad dialogue!