Hello, everyone! The 'enter' button on my laptop is finally working again so the format won't look funky, thank the Force!
Anyways, big warning-THIS IS ONE OF THE SHORTEST CHAPTERS I HAVE EVER WRITTEN IN MY LIFE.
As a picky writer, I tend to enjoy writing chapters that are at least 1,700 words long...this chapter is about 1,028 so it's definitely not satisfactory for me. :/ I know, I know, it's all about the quality, not the quantity, but sometimes I want to see how much I can endure when it comes to writing. Don't get me wrong-I love writing as much as the next writer does, but I would see writers who can write a 5,000 word chapter perfectly without struggling or breaking a sweat, and I envy that SO much.
Only time I can actually manage a 3,000 chapter is when I'm in what I call a 'writing streak', (which takes place in the middle of the night or so,) NOT stressed out about schoolwork, (can't wait for the summer so I can write all day,) and TOTALLY free of distractions.
So...during the school year, especially this close to the end of the quarter, I tend to get lazy and not as focused in my writing as I usually am. :/ Summer...gosh, can't you come sooner? I love school and everything, but I just hate the fact that I have to get up early, do too much homework, have to deal with too many tests and assignments, and of course, not writing as much as I used to. *sighs*
But ya'll don't want to listen to that boring, stressful, stuff, right? Thankfully not, 'cause I can rant for QUITE some time. XD
Please read on! :)
IV. I Can't See!
Ahsoka was surprised to see her master still asleep when she returned from her trip to the Archives. Five and a half hours had passed and this was undoubtedly the longest nap Anakin Skywalker had ever taken.
Ahsoka glanced at the chronometer and swore under her breath. Not to mention that they were supposed to be at the hanger in fifteen minutes.
"Master, wake up! We're gonna be late!" Ahsoka said frantically, tossing her data pad on the bed. She shook Anakin by the shoulder.
"Come on! Master Kenobi will kill us if we're late again!"
"Ten more minutes…" Anakin mumbled sleepily into his pillow.
"No, not ten more minutes! We need to go now!" Ahsoka shrieked, yanking the covers off of Anakin's bed.
"Hey…!" Anakin groaned but didn't bother pulling the covers back. Instead, his arm limply dangled over the mattress and Ahsoka sighed in annoyance.
"Do you want to get another lecture from Master Kenobi about our tardiness? I'm certainly not in the mood, and I'm not going to get into trouble because you can't get your lazy butt out of bed!" Ahsoka shrieked.
Anakin simply rolled away from Ahsoka, covering an ear with the pillow.
"That's it!" Ahsoka yelled, sitting next to Anakin on the bed. "Do you want me to stay here and scream? 'Cause I will!"
To make a point, Ahsoka unhooked the light saber hilt from her belt and held it above her master's face. "D'you see this, Master? Maybe I'll just accidentally activate it and oh, I don't know…behead you for making us late for the hundredth time in a row!" She continued indignantly.
Anakin yawned, obviously unimpressed and sank deeper into the mattress.
"You're ignoring me, now?!" Ahsoka screamed, tossing her light saber into the air and catching it. "It's swinging right above your head, Master! Don't you dare act like this, because I will make sure that you get hurt! I am tired of having to wake you up all the time!"
"Shut up, Snips." Anakin mumbled, his eyes still closed.
"Don't tell me to shut up!" Ahsoka tossed her light saber in the air out of frustration and, too late, it landed on her master's poor face.
"Ow!" Anakin cried out, sitting up immediately. He had his hands over his eyes and nose and Ahsoka froze.
"Oh, my Force." She whispered, shocked, her hand over her mouth. "Master, are you okay? I just…oh, my Force!"
"Ahsoka…" Anakin whimpered, his hands still on his face. "Ahsoka, I think I need help."
Ahsoka's heart sank and she scooted closer to him. "What's wrong? Are you really hurt?" She asked panically.
"Ahsoka…I can't see." Anakin whispered. "I can't see anything."
Ahsoka's heart stopped for a second and she swallowed. Her master couldn't see?
What had she done?!
"Take off your hands and try to open your eyes." She said shakily.
Anakin's hands slid down his face and his eyes were open, but there was something about them that seemed vacant…and empty.
"Master!" Ahsoka cried out, devastated. "Master, I'm so sorry! You really can't see anything?"
"No, Snips." Anakin's voice was emotionless and quiet, and guilt washed over the young girl all over again.
"The healers can help, right? You can see soon, and if not, I'm sure we can do something about it!" Ahsoka said hopefully.
"It won't be the same. Ahsoka, I can't see anything." Anakin whispered.
Ahsoka brought her knees to her chest and rocked herself back and forth, tears sliding down her cheeks in shame. It was all her fault—everything was her fault, and it was all because she was frustrated with waking up her master.
All her fault, all her fault, all her fault…
"Master, I'm so sorry." Ahsoka sniffed, rubbing her own eyes with a hand. "I didn't think that I'd hurt you. Please don't be upset with me. I was so stupid."
"I'm not upset with you, Ahsoka." Anakin said in the same, flat tone. "I guess I'm just a bit disappointed."
Ahsoka's heart sank even deeper and at last, she wrapped her arms around her master's waist and sobbed into his chest.
"I'm sorry, Anakin. I'll try and fix this, I promise. I won't ever get mad at you for sleeping in ever again! I swear!" She cried.
"Really?" Ahsoka froze, surprised to find amusement in her master's voice. "You really won't get mad at me if I was suddenly blinded from your light saber?"
Ahsoka slowly brought her head up to find Anakin's eyes blinking, and sure enough, seeing.
"You liar!" Ahsoka yelled, jumping off the bed. "You…ugh! You were faking it, weren't you?"
"Were you really that sorry, Snips? I'm touched, I really am." Anakin laughed.
Ahsoka stared at her master's face as he continued to chuckle at her gullible character.
"I can't believe you fell for that! It's one of the oldest tricks in the book," Anakin grinned, shaking his head and obviously proud of his petty achievement. "I didn't think you'd be actually naïve enough to actually believe me."
Ahsoka took a deep breath and finally asked innocently, "But are you feeling okay, anyways? A light saber hilt to the face is probably painful."
Anakin winced. "Yeah, it actually sort of hurt. My nose doesn't feel right so I might have to do something at one point later today. Why?" He asked timidly at Ahsoka's sweet smile.
It was a bit too sweet and too wide.
•◊•
"Why are you two late again?" Obi-wan asked, turning around to the approaching footsteps in the hanger.
Instead, he came face-to-face with his former apprentice, holding a bloodied nose and a napkin. Obi-wan blinked in surprise and looked down at Ahsoka, who was whistling innocently, her hands at her hips.
"What happened to you?" He asked Anakin. "You look—"
"Awful, I know." Anakin replied, his voice thick from the nose bleed. "Ahsoka doesn't know how to take a joke."
"Do you want me to punch you again? Maybe I really will punch you in the eye this time." Ahsoka said loftily.
Anakin's face paled, if more than usual. "No, I'm fine." Was his quick answer.
"Good. That's just what I thought."
A/N: Poor Anakin...he deserved it, though...pulling a prank on Ahsoka like that.
Anakin: *sniffs, holding nose* You think this is okay? It-owww...
Ahsoka: YOU DESERVED IT! YOU PRETENDED THAT YOU WERE BLIND!
Anakin: Well, you kept screaming at me! Do you KNOW how stressful my life is?
Ahsoka: *snorts* Oh, please. You have it easy. Being the apprentice of the so-called 'Chosen One'...now THAT is hard.
Anakin: Have you ever TRAINED under Obi-wan? I KNOW what 'hard-core training' is.
Me: Well, you two should be GRATEFUL! At least you don't have to deal with SCHOOL all the time! All this rubbish about high school is driving me up the wall!
Anakin: Well, do you have to teach a hyperactive teenager? Or lead over a thousand troopers? I don't think so!
Ahsoka: Well, you guys BOTH have NO idea how stressful-
Everyone: *breaks into argument*
Obi-wan: *walks in, sees commotion and begins to walk back out*
Me: OBI-WAN!
Obi-wan: *stops mid-step and sighs* What now?
Me: Who is under more stress-a girl who's trying to control her life with school, drama, and writing, or a MAN dealing with a girl who's basically like a little sister?
Obi-wan: ...this is another one of your fights, isn't it?
Anakin: Isn't it obvious?
Obi-wan: *sighs* Different people have different limits of stress.
Me: ...so, do I win?
Obi-wan: ...no, you don't.
Anakin: HA!
Obi-wan: You don't win, either.
Anakin: Aww...who's side are you on?!
Obi-wan: I'm...neutral.
Anakin: *muttering* Says the man who doesn't believe in neutral.
Obi-wan: *rolls eyes*
Me: ...who wants to do the review notice?
Anakin: I volunteer Obi-wan as tribute.
Me: Wrong fandom. That's the Hunger Games.
Anakin: Sounds interesting. XD FIGHT TO THE DEATH!
Me: -_-
Anakin: *yelling at TV* KATNISS, YOU IDIOT! STOP CRYING, GET UP, AND KILL THE PEOPLE WHO KILLED RUE!
Everyone but Anakin: O.O" *inches slowly away from Anakin*
Anakin: I TOLD YOU TO MOVE, KATNISS! MOVE, MOVE, MOVE! AVENGE RUE'S DEATH!
Me: ...Obi-wan?
Obi-wan: Er...yeah, that's right. Please review, give feedback, no hate-
Anakin: YES! SHE FINALLY STOOD UP!
Me: *facepalm* And on that note, goodbye, everyone! 'Till next time! :)
