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Temper, Temper
Anakin stormed into Master Kenobi's quarters, late for the promised "get together" he and his apprentics had weekly when not offworld. Ahsoka was already there, waiting patiently for her Master and chatting good-naturedly with her Grandmaster.
"Hello to you too, Anakin," Obi-Wan said sarcastically as Anakin kicked his boots off aggressively, sending them bouncing off the wall. He removed his robe a bit more gentle, tossing it hap-hazardly across the set off hooks on the wall.
"Hi," he snapped, coming to sit on the couch beside his apprentice.
"What the heck is wrong with you?" Ahsoka asked as Anakin dropped angrily down beside her.
"The Council is taking us out of combat for a while!" Anakin all but shouted, curling his right hand into a fist.
"Anakin Skywalker! You broke the left side of your collarbone! What did you honestly expect?" Obi-Wan scolded.
Anakin didn't reply, but instead averted his eyes from his former Master, feeling like that naughty Padawan again. Obi-Wan sighed.
"Would anyone like tea?"
"That'd be great, Master Kenobi. I'll help you get it." Ahsoka stood, eager to be away from her dark, brooding Master. The two disappeared into the kitchenette. Anakin got up and began to pace, crossing the small living room in a few short steps before turning and repeating the motion the other way. He had crashed his starfighter while on a mission on Ord Mantell, breaking his collarbone and gaining several more bruises and scars.
A soothing, cooling plaster had been applied to the wound, and a bandage had been awkwardly wrapped over his shoulder and under his armpit, crossing his chest and doing the same over his other shoulder and under his armpit, making a figure-eight pattern. His left arm had been confined to a sling that was pulled tight to his chest. Oh, how Anakin hated that sling. It was hot, itchy and uncomfortable, and it greatly inhibited his manueverablilty.
Anakin paced faster, the weight of all his problems, mainly his injury, bearing down upon him like a bird upon its prey. Breathe, release your feelings to the Force. Relax. Calm down. Breathe! Anakin soothed himslef, biting his lip, trying desperately to rein in his temper.
"Tea's ready, Master!" Ahsoka called from the kitchen, two cups in hand. She set them on the table and placed her hands on her hips, watching her Master pace back and forth. "Master?"
"Anakin, your tea is ready," a voice said firmly, coming from the kitchen. Obi-Wan emerged, his own tea cup cradled in his hand. Inwardly tacking "you stubborn brat" onto the end of the sentence.
"I don't want tea!" Anakin shouted, acting very much like said stubborn brat. Pulling a boot from the floor with the Force, he hurled it towards the table, hitting Obi-Wan's teacup, sending it plummeting to the floor and shattering. Anakin grimaced and rubbed his wound, but smiled wanly, satisfied.
"Anakin Skywalker!" Obi-Wan Kenobi rarely raised his voice, but his former apprentice was going to drive him mad. Marching forward, he grabbed the brat by his ear and towed him to the couch, Anakin yipping and howling his protest the whole way. Ahsoka laughed and bent to pick up the boot, which happened to be hers, and dusted the ceramic shards off the toe. Obi-Wan let go of Anakin. Anakin rubbed his ear and scowled.
"Sit," Obi-Wan ordered. Anakin obeyed. Ahsoka laughed. "What has gotten into you?" Obi-Wan asked, fully expecting Anakin to vent and shout and throw some more stuff. Instead, the boy shrugged his good shoulder and smirked.
"Well," Anakin said in a cocky manner, shrugging his shoulders. "As you always say, Master. 'Temper, temper, Anakin.'"
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to lecture, but changed his mind and beckoned for Anakin to stand.
"Come now," he said, taking the boy very gently by his shoulders and guiding him to the kitchen. "You have to clean up your mess."
"Maaaaaaasterrrrrrrrr!"
Ahsoka laughed and threw her boot at Anakin.