Jedi Chaos
Jedi Chaos
Summary: Anakin get beat up by girls. Obi Wan tries to help. A little random.
PG:G/ K+ for very mild violence
AN: My first fanfic online! Please be nice! No flaming please. Constructive criticism is OK. Thnx to all who review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars and its characters. George Lucas does.
Anakin Skywalker half-ran, half-limped into his former Master's room as quickly as he could. He skidded to a halt and panted, gasping for breath.
Obi Wan walked in at that very moment. He stared at Anakin. "What are you doing in my quarters?"
"Looking (pant) for (pant-gasp-pant) you!"
"Why? Did you want something?"
"Yes. I need HELP!!"
"Help with…?"
Anakin completely ignored Obi Wan. He was now trying to stretch his right leg out, which was at a strange angle. He could feel the muscles in his leg scream in protest as he tried to yank it straight.
Obi Wan watched Anakin attempt (and fail) to get his leg back in order. As he observed him, he noticed that he also had many other wounds and multiple bruises. He wondered what Anakin had gotten himself into.
"Where did you get that injury?" he asked. "It looks pretty bad."
Anakin looked terrified at that moment. "It was... It was…"
He glanced around nervously and then leaned forward and whispered in Obi Wan's ear.
"Them."
"Huh?"
"Th-th-the g-girls…"
Obi Wan stared at him. "You're saying that girls did this to you."
Anakin nodded.
"You're serious."
Anakin nodded again, but much more vigorously this time.
Obi Wan stared at him and then burst out laughing. "HA! You got beat up by a GIRL!!"
Anakin pouted. "Not just one. It was a whole gang of them."
"What did you do to make them angry? Did you provoke them in some way? If you did, you'd better watch out. You'll never become Darth Vader if you joined the Force in just Episode II."
Anakin looked at him for a long time. "Why do I always have to be the bad guy? I mean, George Lucas made me marry Padme, I turned into a Sith, and also tried to turn my future son into a Sith. Why ME?!" He ended the last words in a shout.
Obi Wan gave him The Look. Anakin hated The Look. It was the kind only Obi Wan could do, the type that made you feel dorky and cuckoo. He had attempted it many times before, but that only made people think he was mental.
"So… why'd the girls beat you up?"
"I don't wanna talk about it."
"Why?"
Ignoring, Obi Wan's question, Anakin instead changed the subject. "Did you know Master Windu's trying to grow hair again?"
Going along with Anakin's stalling, Obi Wan feigned surprise and said, "Really? He only does that, oh, every other day!"
"Don't be sarcastic. It make me feel like you're giving me The Look verbally."
"I am."
"Harrumph."
"Don't 'harrumph', Anakin. It makes you sound like the old troll."
"No it doesn't. And I will harrumph if I want. Harrumph."
"So why did the girls beat you up? Did you say some insult to them or irritate them in some way? They can be deadly, you know. Especially Yaddle and Shaak Ti. Aayla Secura's pretty nasty in a temper too, you know."
Anakin winced. "I know that all to well, Master."
"So why-"
"Okay! I'll tell you. They beat me up because—"
HA! A cliffhanger! I'm sooo evil. Is it worth continuing? Please review, no flaming, this is my very first fanfic that I'm posting online. Pleasey-please-please be nice :).
