Hello all readers kind enough to choose my story to read! The inspiration behind this? I suffered a very humiliating last place in a Bowler of the Year Tournament and I got to thinking how Anakin might have reacted to losing a sparring torunament right after losing his hand. Then I was wondering how Obi-wan would be feeling about this and if they got to talking about things. Let's just say I had a lot of time to think about this because I locked myself in my room; the loss was so crushing! It sure upped my determination to do better though, -thumbs up here- :D
And then suddenly, I had no homework so I got to work typing this up! Updates should be often until completion. Thanks for reading (please review)!
I do not own Star Wars, nor happy with how Disney seems to be taking everything away from what it once was. ( My videogames :'C )I don't do this for money, if I did, why would this be on a site titled "FAN"fiction?
There are some things Anakin Skywalker simply could not stand for. Today had been a day for his patience, and his master's too. Of course, now that he thought about it, nothing would have been wrong if he had just listened to his master in the first place, but Anakin Skywalker was the Chosen One. He shouldn't have to listen or be lectured. He should just know what to do and do it. He shouldn't have to keep failing all those who looked up to him or held him at a standard.
At least, that's what he believed.
Obi-wan Kenobi, ever the rationalist, was exceedingly exasperated by this trait of his headstrong Padawan's. Sometimes he would look to the Force, in its mysterious glory, and wonder what distant galaxy the sweet, blond, and more importantly shorter than him boy he first met on Tatooine had flew to and left him with this argumentative teenager. A teenager that seemed to dwarf him. He still loved Anakin like a brother no matter what his faults… or annoying height… and was just concerned for his wellbeing, especially since his Padawan appeared to have a death wish whenever something rash presented itself. A good example: Jumping out of the speeder to pursue a bounty hunter, or giving Master Windu a wig for his birthday. No matter how fun, the danger was always real. Anakin just seemed to…sidestep that mixture of the equation.
But Anakin was Anakin, no matter how much Obi-wan could dread or enjoy it.
Anakin had entered the sparring tournament two months prior to the Battle of Geonosis. The tournament had expectantly been rescheduled until a later date most of the, surviving, participants could meet. That date happened to be a short four days after Anakin had returned home to the temple from escorting Senator Amidala back home to Naboo. It was open to all Padawans past their seventeenth year.
At the time of entering, Obi-wan had been excited for Anakin and helped him learn a few new techniques and tricks. Sometimes Obi-wan wondered if he had spent more time on those training occasions if Anakin could have fared better against Dooku…not lost his arm. He couldn't help but feel guilty for his Padawan's loss, he was supposed to be the SithSlayer and he couldn't help Anakin at all. All he did was lie on the ground with two simple burns. Simple compared to a burning stump instead of a hand.
Obi-wan had tried to convince his student to wait and take the time given to him by the Council to re-acclimate to his new hand. The resulting argument was not one Obi-wan will soon forget, he still heard it in his mind as he began to watch Anakin duel. Things he learned from that confrontation gave him a new understanding of Anakin, even if he didn't like some of it.