Title: Blue
Author: Jedi Bubbles
Rating: G
Genre: one-shot
Summary: Inspired by Fanfic100 theme of #015: Blue. Anakin Skywalker. Just read.
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When he opened his eyes he saw blue. He rubbed them. Nothing changed. He blinked several times and looked down at his hands. At first glance, he feared they were blue as well. But slowly, as his eyes adjusted, the overpowering color of blue faded to a faint haze that made his hands appear fuzzy and surrounded him in a darker aura. If he squinted, he could see his true skin tone in the very center of his palm.
He started to poke and prod his body to figure out what was going on. His legs seemed to have the blue haze over them, like his hands, so he assumed that was normal. Once he got over the blue-ness and initial appearance of himself, he started to notice smaller details.
His body was unblemished. There were no marks of his previous battles. His boots were clean and he thought he could detect a slight shine in them beneath the blue. He was garbed in unstained, tan Jedi robes with a plain brown cloak. Expectantly, he looked at his left, disappointed when he didn't find his lightsaber. Strangely, though, his utility belt with everything he normally carried was wrapped around his waist. Even his old comlink was there.
After he was through examining the differences in his body, he turned his attention to his surroundings. He brushed his rather long bangs from his eyes. Everything was blue. The area around him was a placid ice blue that matched his eyes. The farther it went from him, the darker the blue. He was quickly becoming tired of blue, no matter what the shade.
There was the whisper of a cloak from somewhere behind him. He hadn't noticed the silence until someone had broken it. His whole body tensed in anticipation. A light hand rested on his shoulder and familiar voice he hadn't heard in years said, "I was wondering when you would show up. What took you so long?"
Years of obeying that voice forced him to answer with his customary response in a tone that was both respectful and disrespectful at once. "I'm sorry, Master. I didn't realize I was on a time constraint. Had I known, I would have made all due haste."
He was surprised at his own voice. Surely he should sound old. However, so should the voice he was speaking to, which was now chuckling.
The hand left his shoulder and was held out in front of him. An offer. He took it without hesitation. He was pulled to his feet and into a brotherly embrace. He even got the hair that he distinctly remembered not having when he died ruffled. When he was released, he stared at him.
Former master and apprentice had the first real face-to-face meeting in decades.
His former master was the first to break the silence. "It's good to see you well, despite the lack of internal organs, Anakin."
"You too, Obi-Wan," he responded honestly. After taking in his master's youthful appearance through blond bangs that had been ruffled further into his eyes, he asked hesitantly, "Master, why is it that we… do not appear aged?"
"We can age our appearance to the moment that we expire. I thought you would prefer this form of me to others that may bring… memories."
He nearly heard the omitted word "unpleasant". But his master was right, even in death. Though it was strange to call someone "master" when he still wore hispadawan braid.
Abruptly, his master clapped him on the shoulder. "Come, Anakin. I need your help in a game of sabacc. I believe the honorable Master Yoda is cheating but am having a hard time catching him at it…"
Together, they turned and walked into the annoyingly blue light.
Fin
It's short again. I seem to be specializing in short one-shots. Hmm… Need to cure myself of that. Or not. Some people like short reads.
