Hey folks! After abusing something that was planned as a simple romance (and ended, I fear, as Angst pure…I'm sorry, "Are we human, or are we dancers", I just couldn't control myself…but I'm not Obi-Wan, either :) )I decided to write now something that will be tragic…planned tragic!

Again, for sure, Obi-Wan/Anakin (strange, I don't even like Anakin, but I simply cannot write from Obi-Wan's perspective…it doesn't work, don't ask me why!), I hope you like it, and I hope you think of me and leave me a review. (This time I try it with a puppy face like Artoo with loose wires :) )

Special thanks to ObiBettina7 for helping me with finding a title…Danke für's Senf-Dazugeben :)

Heavy rain poured down from the always-glowing sky of Coruscant, enveloping the Jedi Temple in a blurred haze of fog and mist. I didn't like rain. I had grown up in the lethal desert heat of Tatooine, with its twin suns and sand storms, and in my first weeks on Coruscant I had literally shivered with cold, until Obi-Wan had pulled me into his lap and put his own thick, furry robe around us. In the warmth of the cloth and my Master's body I had curled up and fallen asleep, dreamless and decent for the first time in months.

Obi-Wan liked rain. He always said it was like the Planet would wash away all its problems, like the sky would cry out in despair and afterwards the air was free of worries and pain.

But today was a good day, and not even rain could spoil my mood. Today my Master would finally come home.

It had not been easy to focus on my lessons today, most of the time I had gazed into the pale blue yonder, daydreaming without perceiving a word my teachers said. My notes weren't very informative, either, just one word scribbled for a thousand time.

Obi-WanObi-WanObi-WanObi-Wan…

Every not involved observant would have stated that I loved my Master, just like every Padawan did, but with me, things were different.

I loved Obi-Wan, blindly, foolishly, passionately, idolatrously, and as honestly as only a boy could love. I had fallen in love with him because of the way he moved, elegantly, easily, every movement covered with an unique, natural nonchalance. I had fallen in love with him because of the way he fought, defensively, yet ready to strike if he noticed a mistake in his opponent's shielding, every muscle tensed under the marble skin with that tiniest trace of freckles. And most of all I had fallen in love with him because of the way he looked at me, as if all the galaxy and its problems vanished behind my presence and nothing mattered more to him than his Padawan.

Obi-Wan had been on a solo mission to Dartein for a month now, and I had missed him every second he had been away. I knew that when he returned, things would get even worse, because after a month without my Master I wouldn't be able to turn my gaze away of him, and after a lonely month it was even more unbearable than usual to resist the urge of simply grab him and kiss him until eternity ended.

He always chastised me for not controlling my emotions, but if he knew how hard I fought every day to not touch his cheek with the ginger beard, just to see if it was as soft and heavenly as it looked like…

I guess this all sounds pretty silly, but not even I was silly enough to believe that I actually stood a chance with Obi-Wan Kenobi. He was a hero, the only living Jedi who killed a Sith, the youngest Council member, and the most good-looking one, of course. People admired his wisdom, his charm and his compassion, he was always there for everyone, calm, yet not cool, passionate, yet not daredevil and wise, yet everything but arrogant. On top of that he looked like a god, some female apprentices had even founded an "Obi-Wan-Fanclub" (I was close to a murder when a giggling and obviously hot girl had asked me if I couldn't pinch some worn shirts from him, at least I was his apprentice and all. That had been really embarrassing, but the most horrifying thing was that for several months now I could only fall asleep with his training shirt under my pillow…I guess it was really time for some exorcism, but how should one exorcise an angel?)

And for sure I had not forgotten our age difference. I was still a boy, not even eighteen, while Obi-Wan was thirty-four, an adult that had experienced more than I probably ever would. Once I had overheard a talk between him and Bant, his best friend (don't touch this topic, I'm just over being jealous of her), when he had told her that I was like a son to him. Probably I should be happy about how much he cared for me, but blast it, I didn't want to be his son, I wanted to be his lover! In fact he was too young to be my father, he had been only sixteen when I was born…but if he had been only half as handsome then as today I'd bet that there were millions of girls who would have loved to…

"Padawan Skywalker?"

Force, that was bad. I should stop being absent-minded in class, or Master Tousci would actually dare giving me extra work for today, and that was the last thing I wanted. Slowly sinking back to reality I recognized that it had not been Master Tousci who had called my name, but a tall, dark man with a bald head and a grim expression whom I only knew too well…

"Padawan, Skywalker, would you please come with me for a moment?"

Oh holy Force, that was even worse than extra work. What could I have done to make Master Windu come for me during classes? While I stood up and followed him out of the room under the curious gazes of my classmates I racked my head, but I couldn't think of anything illegal I had done lately…well, except the things that were going on in my heart, but not even Master Windu could read my mind…at least I hoped so.

He led me along the corridor to a small bench and told me to sit down while he took place facing me. There was a really strange expression in his eyes, something like…pity? Probably I should try it with glasses, Mace Windu would only pity himself for losing his head razor…

I must have stared at him like a fool, so he sighed heavily and started.

"Padawan Skywalker…Anakin…I have bad news for you. I'm sorry to tell you that your Master has been attacked with his spacecraft during his way home. There have not been any survivors…"

There I sat, staring at Master Windu, in my mind only one thought:"Damned, Master, can't you keep yourself out of danger for one time?", and then:"How shall I be able to do my Political-History homework without you?" I stood up to thank Master Windu for his efforts and go back into my lessons, but, how peculiar, my feet didn't seem to be able to take a step forward. Again Windu gazed at me with a very strange look and took my hands into his. Holding hands with Master Windu, I thought, and was close to a laugh when his voice reached me as through a haze.

"Anakin, you're bleeding."

And indeed, I had clenched my fists so fiercely that my nails had pierced the skin. I watched the thin streams of crimson bloods on my pale skin and heard my own voice from far away.

"Oh, that's nothing. Master Obi-Wan will make it right."

The last thing I heard was the strange sound of my limbs hitting the floor, and everything went black.