Golly, it's been a while since I pulled this story back up! I apologize sincerely. I was very concerned with ending my first Zutara story.

Anyway… I feel like writing Star Wars for the time being.

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars. Mr. George Lucas is the creator of the greatest cinematic saga in history, not me.

By the way, I think devoted Anakin fans would love the first part of the chapter!

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Chapter Ten

Anakin stepped into the warm bath, the bubbly water coming up to his waist. He sighed in relaxation, sinking further in and drenching his hair. He felt all of his muscles unwind and loosen. He really needed this. He really needed to escape from the stress.

His skin became slick because of the steam, and he inhaled deeply. Anakin had no problem getting away from it all, no matter how little time he had to do it.

The suds covered him as he sat there, smiling in relief. The heat was just what he wanted. The leisure calmed Anakin down for a moment. The events of the last few weeks were more than Anakin could bear. There were thousands of things that had weighed him down. And these few minutes that he had in the bath were absolutely wonderful.

Suddenly, however, he remembered something really important that he had to do.

Anakin stepped out of the tub, bumps rising to his skin as the warmth left him. He quickly covered up his private-most parts by wrapping a towel around himself.

After getting dressed, Anakin rushed into his bedroom. It had gotten much darker and gloomier in there. Yet, that was the last thing on Anakin's mind. He walked over to his computer and turned it on.

He tapped on the keys furiously. Then, he waited, until a female voice came over the speakers. Anakin cleared his throat and combed his finger through his curly locks.

"Hello?"

"Anakin Skywalker… for Padme Amidala, please."

"Miss Amidala refuses to speak to anyone by the name of Skywalker, sir." The woman's voice grew bitter. "Please disconnect."

"Wait, you don't understand!" Anakin said quickly. "She's pregnant with my children. I just want to see how she is."

"I was given strict orders, sir. Please disconnect."

"A minute with her is all I ask!" Anakin pleaded. "That's it! I'm begging you!"

There was a silence over the line. Anakin bit his lips savagely. His patience was wearing thin. After a few moments, there was a static sound. The operator had cut him off. Groaning in irritation, Anakin tapped more keys.

"Hello?" The woman asked sweetly.

"Get me Padme."

"Sir, I will call the authorities to track you down using the signal of this message if you do not disconnect immediately." The woman told him sternly.

"Have a heart, would you?!" Anakin said in desperation. "Padme's my wife! I want to talk to her! Is that so much to ask?! Please, just give me a minute with her, that's all I need!"

Anakin could hear voices in the background, and his screen went fuzzy. When it came back into focus, Anakin exhaled in relief. Padme's face appeared.

"What's so important?" She questioned, glowering at him in annoyance. Anakin could feel tears welling in his eyes.

"I wanted to see how you were, so… how are you?" He asked from the bottom of his heart. Padme rolled her eyes and shrugged.

"I'm in the seventh circle of hell, carrying your children. Thanks for asking." She retorted. Anakin grinned and touched the screen gingerly.

"You look beautiful." He told her.

"What do you want?" Padme hissed. "I have nothing to say to you, and you have nothing to say to me, because I will never forgive you for what you did to me. For what you did to your children!"

Anakin's face fell.

"Padme… I've been so lonely here without you. I really-," He began.

"Oh, so your dear chancellor isn't keeping you company? I'm shocked!" Padme interrupted with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"Look, listen to me for a second, all right?" Anakin said sincerely. "All I want to do is come to Naboo and see you. I miss you."

"You're not coming anywhere near me, Anakin." Padme responded hotly. "After what has happened… I can't put my trust in you."

"Padme…"

"Anakin…" Padme started, her guard being let down slightly. "Please, don't do this to me. Don't do this to yourself. Just… let me go. We can never be together, and you know it."

"How do you expect me to let you go? It's not that simple!" Anakin explained, a lump rising to his throat. Tears began spilling down his cheeks. "I might never be able to let you go… because I know that we belong together, Padme."

"Anakin, stop." Padme demanded.

"I love you. I love you more than I'll ever be able to say in words. Whenever I'm around you, I can't breathe. I melt at your touch. Padme, I know that you and I can work this out. Just give me a chance."

"No, I can't give you a chance!" Padme exclaimed furiously. "The last time I did that, you betrayed me! We can never work it out, no matter how much we love one another! We can't be together, Anakin, and that's that."

Padme's face faded away into black.

"Padme!" Anakin yelled. "Padme! Please, don't do this!" In his anger, Anakin took the monitor and threw it violently against the wall. He was breathing heavily now, his teeth grit and fists clenched.

"No… Padme…"

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Obi-Wan and Isuura sat in silence at the Jedi Council meeting. Neither were really paying attention to what was being discussed. They were only aware of each other.

Obi-Wan looked at his former pupil with concern in his eyes. Isuura's face was grim and harsh. She shut her eyes tightly, unable to take in the sudden responsibility that she was charged with. She was forced to fight against someone she had come to think of as a brother.

Obi-Wan watched as she deteriorated from the inside out. He knew that she couldn't feel like this, not after all she had been through since her fight with Boba Fett.

Isuura suddenly looked up when she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. She smiled at Obi-Wan, signaling that she appreciated his comfort.

Yet, she knew that Obi-Wan was feeling the same pain she was. They both were now enemies of someone who they once called 'friend.'

Isuura placed her hand on top of Obi-Wan's and held it tenderly. Their surroundings seemed to die away into the background. They were in their own world… just the two of them.

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Yes, I understand that I could've done better. But, I'll try my best next chapter!! –DeathRow609