Does Anyone Know?

Summary: While on Naboo, Obi-Wan Kenobi meets a young girl who is struggling to realize what she is living for. Can he help her find a reason to live?

Note: Points of View change, i hope they're clear, but if not, please leave a review.

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"Master, I've never been here before!" Anakin said, eagerly trailing behind me.

"Well, stay close," I replied warily. "It's not as safe as it seems."

As we approached a palace, I began to talk to the security guards.

"How are you going to check who is at the celebration?"

"Well, um, sir---" A man, called Pacheco stumbled across his words.

"How are you going to make sure it's safe?"

"We were going to-----"

"So, do you have a plan or not? Who's going to be protecting the queen? Who's going to watch the doors? Who will-----"

"We have it planned sir, but only Captain Typho knows the details." Pacheco finally interjected. I had a strict order, and this messed things up, which ticked me off a bit.

"Very well." I finally mumbled. "Anakin, we'll have to find the captain then."

I walked away, expecting to hear Anakin's questions. When I didn't, I spun around quickly, fearing something had happened to him. The only reason I took responsibility for such a nuisance was because Qui-Gon begged me to with his last breaths.

I admit, I am very jealous of the boy. I, who had been training with Qui-Gon for as long as I could remember, I who had saved him many times, I who had always listened with eager ears and obeyed his every command, did not even get a good bye as we parted for the last time. Instead, my master asks me to take care of the boy because he's the 'Chosen One'. Does it matter? I was like his son, and he did not even say goodbye.

Not only that, but the way Padme looks at him. The way she ruffles his hair like he's a little boy, the way she talks to him like a mother. The way she treats him like a friend. She's beautiful, and all she can look at is him! It's absurd! I'm ignored and abandoned and not spared even a glance.

Yet, I still worry for him as if he were my brother. How could I despise him so much, but regard him with such care? Even now, as my eyes scan my surroundings, all I can think about is if he's alright! It's strange, and not like me. I'm attached to this child and I'm not. I care for him, but I don't.

I walked around for a moment before discovering a winding alley way that was sure to have grabbed his attention. Every turn I took led to a worse part of Naboo. The houses were worse, and there was crying and screaming issuing from almost every home. All I could think about was Anakin. What if he had done something absurd like walked in trying to help? It was just the kind of thing he would do.

Finally, I ran around one last corner before being led to what looked like some sort of main street. All around were people trying to make the best of a life that had been ruined by some sort of intolerance. I found Anakin, spotting him in a dark, short alley talking to some girl that was slightly older than him.

"Anakin, where did you think you were going?"

"I was being a Jedi!" He proclaimed. "I was helping and protecting those who couldn't help themselves."

"What happened to your arm?" I asked, noticing that his right arm was sporting a large purple bruise.

"I saved Kyra from Keenan Zem." He stated.

"And who are they?"

"I'm Kyra sir, and if you think I'm a bad influence, I understand, and I can leave now." The brown eyed girl stated blankly. There was no tone, no hint of disappointment. This disturbed me.

"Kyra, huh?" I asked, as if making up my mind. I was wondering what this Keenan Zem was doing to Kyra, and if I were in a position to make her leave and still call myself a Jedi.

"Kyra Renz." The girl said.

"Help her up, Anakin, we're taking her with us."

"No, sir, I can't." She said. "I can't leave. Mr. Zem will be too angry. I can't leave."

"Where is he?" I asked.

"I don't know sir."

"Anakin?"

"He ran away, Obi-Wan."

"You will call me master." I said, feeling my temper rise slightly. I had to remain in control. I had to be strong. "What did he do to you?"

"Nothing." Kyra replied. She was so apathetic was now bothering me. Was this how she was, or was she forced into this?

"That's not true!" Anakin exclaimed. "I saw him!"

"No you didn't." She replied sternly, sounding serious. I was stunned at the sudden show of emotion. "Because he doesn't do anything to me."

"Yes he does," Anakin said softly. "He hurts you."

"No he doesn't!" She exclaimed. She tried to run, but I grabbed her collar, forcing her to stop.

"Kyra, does he hit you?"

"No. Get your fucking hands off of me!"

"Kyra does he hit you?"

"Help! Help!" She screamed. "Someone help me! Please!"

A tall man with a bloodied lip approached us.

"Kyra?" He asked. "You need to come home now."

"Yes, Mr. Zem." She said. It clicked. He was bleeding because Anakin fought him. Anakin was bruised because Zem tried to hurt him too.

"Did you touch him?" I asked, pointing to Anakin. "Did you touch my cousin?"

"No, I'm sorry, I was just coming to get my niece."

"Well, he knows your name, and he knows what you look like and he claims that you gave him that bruise. So I ask again; Did you hurt him?"

"I never touched your stupid cousin, now can I leave?"

"How is Kyra related to you again?" I asked.

"She's my niece." He looked at her with a malicious gleam in his eye. He yanked her arm, and she let out a cry of pain. "And she knows not to talk to strangers."

"Don't touch her!" I shouted.

People were stopping to watch, but only briefly. It seemed to be a normality.

"Don't you tell me what to do with my life!" He spat.

"You can yell at me, but I won't let you beat me the way you beat her." I said, finding strength in the thought of what good I was doing. I could be saving this girl's life!

A fist headed towards my mouth, but I dodged it, punching him from underneath his jaw. His teeth slammed together with a deafening crack and he spit out blood.

"You bitch! You told him!"

"I didn't, I swear, it wasn't me!" She said, as he slapped her. I punched him again, and he finally let go of Kyra.

I punched him one more time from the side and he fell to the ground, clearly unconscious. I looked at Anakin, who looked at Kyra who---- was running away!

We quickly pursued her on foot, until we cornered her in an alley.

"Please leave me alone!" She cried desperately. "Please!" Then, she started coughing. She seemed to be loosing control of herself, her body was going limp, until she passed out on the ground.