Anakin sat in his room, and tried to meditate. TRIED. He gave a snarl of
frustration, and force-threw a vase across the wall in anger. Bloody Sith,
even the force is against me. He forced himself to take in deep breath, and
he closed his eyes. He could feel his anger surrounding him, blocking out
all other feelings. In a way, he welcomed it, as he repeatedly hit his
droid hand on the table beside his bed. His eyebrows were furrowed, giving
him a lost, vulnerable look. He knocked his hand again and again, but no
feeling came.
Suddenly he felt a presence in his room and he looked up, revealing his master, Obi-Wan Kenobi. He bowed slightly, as a sign of respect. "Master," he greeted.
"Anakin." Obi-Wan sat on the bed next to Anakin, his eyes narrowing in concern as he saw the nearly invisible dent in his golden metallic hand. "Anakin, remember, control is important. Especially for a Jedi. You must remember."
Anakin snorted. "Jedi, master? I'm just a handicapped guy now? How can I be a Jedi when I can't even hold a light saber properly?" He stood up and stared at himself in the mirror. Gone was the mischievous glint in his dark eyes, his lopsided smile and tall, broad-shouldered and proud young man. In his place was a haggard man with dark circles under his eyes. His eyes were cold and empty and his mouth was stretched in a tight line.
"Anakin, with practice you can do anything. I am going to back to Coruscant. The Jedi council demands a full report on the clone war and the traitor, Count Dooku. You are to stay with Senator Amidala for a few more days, just in case. The danger is still not over until Count Dooku is caught. Take care of her. May the Force be with you, Anakin."
"Yes master. May the force be with you too, master." Anakin bowed again as his master walked off. He looked at his hand for a little while more, before nodding in dertermination.
***
A knock on the door woke Padmé up from her reverie. She had been trying to review some paperwork, after spending a long time away. However, her mind didn't seem to be able to concentrate. Instead, it kept drifting off to the words Anakin had spoken to her… I don't need your pity! Couldn't he see that she didn't console him out of pity, but because every pain he felt she could feel to? Couldn't he see that she loved him too much to care about such a trival matter such as his arm? Couldn't he see that it was not his arm that made him who he is?
The knock came again, more insistent this time. Padmé felt a stab of annoyance as she walked towards the door. Putting up her calm, 'senator- like' mask, she opened the door and said regally, "May I ask what you are doing in my chambers at such lat-." She stopped as she saw Anakin, scratching his head slightly, like he always did when he was nervous. "Ani," she whispered. "C… Come in." She moved slightly over and Anakin entered. Turning, she saw Anakin gave her a grim smile.
"Milady, we need to talk." Padmé felt her heart drop; she told Anakin that when they were alone he could just call her Padmé because milady was just too formal. By calling her that, it had to mean that the something he wanted to tell her had to not be good. (A/n: Did you just get that?)
Padmé nodded and sat in the chair across him, her dark curls falling over her shoulder. She smiled, a forced smile and clapped her hands together.
"OK. What?"
To be continued…
A/n: Wahaha… I just love cliffhangers! Actually I don't. I really hate it but I'm supposed to get off the computer now so… =P … I'll write soon, promised.
Suddenly he felt a presence in his room and he looked up, revealing his master, Obi-Wan Kenobi. He bowed slightly, as a sign of respect. "Master," he greeted.
"Anakin." Obi-Wan sat on the bed next to Anakin, his eyes narrowing in concern as he saw the nearly invisible dent in his golden metallic hand. "Anakin, remember, control is important. Especially for a Jedi. You must remember."
Anakin snorted. "Jedi, master? I'm just a handicapped guy now? How can I be a Jedi when I can't even hold a light saber properly?" He stood up and stared at himself in the mirror. Gone was the mischievous glint in his dark eyes, his lopsided smile and tall, broad-shouldered and proud young man. In his place was a haggard man with dark circles under his eyes. His eyes were cold and empty and his mouth was stretched in a tight line.
"Anakin, with practice you can do anything. I am going to back to Coruscant. The Jedi council demands a full report on the clone war and the traitor, Count Dooku. You are to stay with Senator Amidala for a few more days, just in case. The danger is still not over until Count Dooku is caught. Take care of her. May the Force be with you, Anakin."
"Yes master. May the force be with you too, master." Anakin bowed again as his master walked off. He looked at his hand for a little while more, before nodding in dertermination.
***
A knock on the door woke Padmé up from her reverie. She had been trying to review some paperwork, after spending a long time away. However, her mind didn't seem to be able to concentrate. Instead, it kept drifting off to the words Anakin had spoken to her… I don't need your pity! Couldn't he see that she didn't console him out of pity, but because every pain he felt she could feel to? Couldn't he see that she loved him too much to care about such a trival matter such as his arm? Couldn't he see that it was not his arm that made him who he is?
The knock came again, more insistent this time. Padmé felt a stab of annoyance as she walked towards the door. Putting up her calm, 'senator- like' mask, she opened the door and said regally, "May I ask what you are doing in my chambers at such lat-." She stopped as she saw Anakin, scratching his head slightly, like he always did when he was nervous. "Ani," she whispered. "C… Come in." She moved slightly over and Anakin entered. Turning, she saw Anakin gave her a grim smile.
"Milady, we need to talk." Padmé felt her heart drop; she told Anakin that when they were alone he could just call her Padmé because milady was just too formal. By calling her that, it had to mean that the something he wanted to tell her had to not be good. (A/n: Did you just get that?)
Padmé nodded and sat in the chair across him, her dark curls falling over her shoulder. She smiled, a forced smile and clapped her hands together.
"OK. What?"
To be continued…
A/n: Wahaha… I just love cliffhangers! Actually I don't. I really hate it but I'm supposed to get off the computer now so… =P … I'll write soon, promised.