Anakin sensed it before he heard it. He was already leaping out of the refresher, dashing madly into the kitchen before he even heard the sound of glass shattering to the ground.
"Oh, Force, Obi-Wan. I told you I would get to them later!"
Obi-Wan looked shamefacedly up at him. "I am capable of cleaning dishes."
Anakin snorted and looked pointedly down at the fragments of yet another plate scattered on the ground. Obi-Wan Kenobi was one of the best Jedi in the Temple. He was the finest negotiator in the Republic. The most tolerant and compassionate Master. A most agile and skilled fighter. A knowledgeable academic. So how for Force's sake the man who single-handedly killed a Sith Lord and saved countless lives couldn't clean a few plates without breaking them was a mystery to Anakin.
"That's the fifth plate in – what? Two months?"
"Three," Obi-Wan muttered, waving his hand and sending the broken plate into the dustbin. "And it's hardly like you haven't broken anything. May I remind you that you are on your third lightsaber?"
"It was unavoidable! If I recall, I lost most of them trying to save you and Ahoska."
That was mostly true. He has lost the first one in the droid factory on Geonosis, trying to save Obi-Wan. The second one he apparently lost in a drunken bet to Yoda. He couldn't remember all the details, but Ahsoka assured him Master Windu has lost just as badly. Either way, there was no need to tell Obi-Wan of that adventure…he had bribed Ahsoka with her choice of their next mission in exchange for helping him concoct a clever lie to tell Obi-Wan. (Master or not, Obi-Wan still had an infuriating way to nag Anakin over and over, "That weapon is your life, try not to keep losing it, Anakin!") Where the third one went was beyond him. He suspected it was lurking in a couch cushion. He made a note to look for it when Obi-Wan wasn't around.
"Anakin, that lightsaber is your life. It is certainly more important to keep intact than a few dishes!"
"I lose my lightsabers in some rescue or battle. You dropped the plate because you're a klutz."
"I would hardly think a Jedi Master could be considered klutzy, Anakin. You still have much to learn."
"Then…too many bubbles?"
Obi-Wan petulantly flung said bubbles into Anakin's face. Anakin wasted no time in marching over, scooping up a handful of bubbles and soaking the front of Obi-Wan's tunic.
Ahsoka was strolling through the halls of the Temple twenty minutes later. She was planning on returning to her quarters, but Yoda had caught her before she could slink away and was ordered to tell Anakin why she was leaving the sparring session before the other Padawans. But it was hardly her fault that Anakin had taught her a few tricks her classmates didn't know.
Ahsoka knocked on the door a few times before she was let in by a thoroughly soaked Jedi.
Master Kenobi was soaked, his beige tunic turned into a darker brown and his hair and beard were filled with soap suds. Anakin came running up behind him, equally as soaked and bubble covered, a fresh handful of bubbles ready to be fired. He came to a halt when he saw Ahsoka.
"Snips, aren't you supposed to be sparring with Yoda?"
"Aren't you and Master Kenobi above water fights?"
"He started it!"
And times like this were when Ahsoka swore she wasn't the Padawan as much as a babysitter. She did sometimes suspect the Council made her Anakin's responsibility in hopes that it would mature him some. So far, they were failing. She loved those two, she really did. She didn't know where she would be without Master Kenobi and Skywalker. Master Skywalker might have been her official Master, but Master Kenobi never stopped teaching her or Anakin. His bond with Anakin was something Ahsoka was immensely grateful for, calming and helping Anakin in areas she could not. But moments like this…she was never sure if she should laugh or cry. The two most admired and respected men in the galaxy, throwing soap bubbles at each other.
"He broke a plate again?"
Obi-Wan shot a dirty glance at Anakin and then stomped off to his room.
"Right. Uh, I won't mention why you're back so early if you promise never to mention this to anyone."
"Deal." She cast an quick glance around the kitchen. Water and foam covered everything.
"I'm going to dry off, why don't you start cleaning this up?" Anakin headed out of the kitchen, although not before grabbing another handful of suds and heading towards Obi-Wan's room.
Ahoska grabbed a towel and sighed. "Boys."
This was for fanofthefass on tumblr! If anyone else hasAnakin Obi-wan stories and any words they would like in a fic, please send them to me and I will write a short one-shot for you! This one was (Anakin, Obi-wan, washing dishes)