Authors Note: Hello! If you are reading this, I thank you! This is my first FanFiction that I am posting and I certainly hope you all will enjoy it at least a little bit! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable characters, places, etc. from the Star Wars universe, I just thought I would borrow them for a bit. No promises they will come back unscathed though… (evil grin)
Time Period: Anakin is about 15 and Obi-Wan is about 31
Anakin Skywalker carelessly flung open the door to his quarters and threw his day pack onto the couch. He sunk into the couch, rubbing his temples, and hesitantly glanced up at the homework that managed to sprawl out all over the couch when he had tossed it down. Using his 'wonderful' self-discipline skills, he pulled the papers all into a neat pile and fingered through them, searching for something to start with. Force wielding, lightsaber combat, history of the Jedi, etc. it was all there. The worst part? Obi-Wan, his master, was not there to help him study. No, he was on Alderaan settling a dispute between Senator Bail Organa and his political adversary.
Abruptly, he stopped fingering through the dry papers, and sharply pulled one out of the stack. He laid it down and began highlighting important information needed for the test the next morning. Rubbing his forehead as he read the text, he slowly began to feel his heavy lids gently close over his tired eyes.
The light escaped out of his very being, as if fleeing from a mortal enemy. Darkness inundated him like a river flowing freely over a small stone. A distant sound began becoming louder and louder until it was discernable: heavy breathing.
In and out.
In and out.
In and out.
It wasn't natural breathing. No, it was a slow, aided breathing, sounding more like whoever possessed it had the weight of the galaxy bearing down on his chest. It was a mechanical breathing that was eerily calm. Calm and deadly.
Emerging into view was a suited man, with a midnight black mask. Its bulging, red-tinted eyes staring off into the distance, gave him a lethal appearance. His suit had metal limbs, covered by thick leather gloves and boots. He was basically a walking life-support. The suit was the only thing keeping this man intact with life. He was challenging the will of the Force by defying death. He was darkness itself, screaming for a lost love…
His vision became blurred, and he was taken to a factory on a burning planet. A young woman was pleading through tears streaming down her face in a waterfall of desperation, for her love to come back. With the raise of hand, her love squeezed her throat, draining the life out of her… and the child growing inside of her.
A mildly accented voice came into ear shot. "Let her go, Anakin!"
"Let. Her. Go!"
The pregnant woman fell to the hot floor and remained very still. She was probably dead. The accented voice now matched with an owner. A average height, ginger-haired man prowled into view. they circled around each other viciously, one shouting hateful things, the other trying to be reasonable.
Next he knew, he was swept up into battle, the two former friends striking intensely above the ashes and rivers of fiery lava.
"I HATE YOU!" A now dismembered man hoarsely shouted up on the blackened shore of the river of slowly flowing lava.
"You were my brother.."
Life was slowly, but surely slipping away from the Jedi's Chosen One. The darkness ate away at his light, taking his life with it. Soon, he would be nothing more than a still pool of darkness…
Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi flopped himself down onto the plush linens of the finely made bed. He buried his head into his hands, thinking over the events of his mission. Every day for a week, he had sat in long, eight hour debates, watching as two senators argue over newly discovered Alderaanian land. And today, after six hours of debating and senseless bickering, they reached a decision. Of course, they needed a Jedi to overlook the meetings, because Force forbid they couldn't agree to split the land without him.
Tomorrow, Kenobi would be leaving Alderaan, and going home to the Jedi Temple located on the urban planet of Coruscant. Slowly, he stood to his feet and gathered his belongings into his pack.
The clock struck suddenly, causing Obi-Wan to jump slightly. He felt like ripping his hair right out of his scalp. The long debates had been annoyingly long and he felt like murdering everything. Every single thing in sight. Silently, he recited many Jedi mantras and proverbs in his head, but even those were annoying the crud out of him. Now he knew how Anakin felt ninety-nine percent of the time.
As of now, Obi-Wan wanted nothing more than to sit in his quarters. Alone. Anakin could manage a few extra hours without him, Obi-Wan would make sure.
Evening meal would be at 7:30, and after, Obi-Wan could crash into that wonderful bed that he could practically hear screaming his name. Unfortunately, Bail Organa asked him to take supper with him, so he couldn't skip the evening meal and just go straight to sleep.
Obi-Wan knew he could take fighting long hours on a battle field, beating up Sith and sparring half the day, but he couldn't mentally handle sitting in a debate room listening to senseless bickering! It wasn't that he strained his vocal chords or anything, no, he barely said two words, it was just being there for no reason that bugged him. Anakin certainly was rubbing off on the Knight.
The Apprentice mentioned never woke up. It was now early morning, before sunrise, and he had not so much as stirred. His breathing remained slow, but steady.
Cin Drallig casually paced back and forth in front of his classroom, as the flood of Padawans and older initiates inundated the room, each immediately taking their seats and staring intently up at him. He searched the room for the familiar face of Obi-Wan Kenobi's Apprentice, but caught no sight of his bright smile. 'Decides to skip class on the day of the test, typical,' Drallig thought to himself, as he furrowed his eyebrows into a slight frown.
Little did he know, Anakin Skywalker laid unconscious in his quarters, the dark side of the Force threatening to bring him to an end…
TO BE CONTINUED
Okay so, I'm not sure if I am a good enough writer to warrant this as a decent cliffhanger or not, but oh well! Hope you enjoyed! Please review and tell me if you guys want any more of this story!