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Chapter 11
No more fighting
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I gave up, I knew you spoke the truth.
I didn't really know if you were truly going to answer my questions when we got back, but I knew that I wasn't ready to die yet.

It hurt giving up..

You carried me back when I couldn't go any further. That was, when my body had shut itself down without consulting me first. -.-
You know what is so great about that?
NOTHING!
You just have completely no say in it, what so ever!
How it feels to be betrayed by yourself, I can't describe it...

Our little trip into the desert had cost me, but after a warm and hearty meal, which you cooked, things got a bit better. I got some of my strength back as I gobbled it all down.
By the way, next time I'll cook!
Your Zucca fruit pastry, tasted better than your Womp rat stew, but in the end my stomach still complained. Causing me almost to lose my lunch.
Almost.

I watched carefully as you moved your ass over to the sink and began cleaning the plates.
Totally lost in your job I felt that this had to be it, the last show down.
Before I knew what my mind had come up with, I jumped out of my seat, and onto your back.
Or that's what I planned of doing, a millisecond before I could grab you, you spun around, managed to grab my arm and after a wrestling match of two seconds I was pinned down against the floor. My arm twisted painfully behind my back, and your knee digging into my lower back, hurting me.

"When will you learn to control your anger.
You can't win, but there are alternatives to fighting."
Your voice was soft, but meaningful. It made me stop fighting you, even caused me to look over my shoulder. A tiny smile lingered on your lips, causing my shields to come down and to relax my body.
"That's my girl"
You held me for a little while longer, just to make sure I wouldn't try anything else, before letting go of me all together.

Slowly I rolled over, careful not to make any sudden moves. I didn't want to set you off again, I was tired of fighting you. Losing to you...
Perhaps something inside of me finally cracked.
The desert had definably taking its toll of me. I slowly realized I wouldn't be having trouble sleeping tonight, not even if you were laying right beside me.
I was dead tired.

*****
We came face to face...
I wasn't ready for what I saw though...
The pain, I saw written on your face so clearly.
Your eyes were screaming out to me, asking me for help.
I was drawn in by what I saw in them, the emotions swirling just below the surface.
It was like I could finally read you all together, and yet you still felt like a complete mystery to me.
Your breath came out ragged and shallow, like you were fighting demons I couldn't see.
Demons in your mind.

I wished for you to let me in.

Cold was seeping through my clothing, but I was far from being cold, as you were still crouched over me. Your body, mere inches away from my own, was preventing me from getting cold.
You puzzled me, dazzled me for a moment, my soul suddenly crying out to you. Wanting to know everything about you. How could I accept you, how could I accept being held capture by you, if I had no idea who you were.

"Open up to me?" I whispered,
while slowly carefully reaching out towards you without knowing it. Something stirred inside me, something I wasn't familiar with. I felt sad, why was that? Was I hurting for you?
I realized, I wanted so bad for you to open up to me.
The you were honest with me...

My fingers were about to brush your cheek, when you suddenly seemed to come to your senses and pulled back. Leaving me lying there alone, on the kitchen floor. The suddenness of it all made me feel yet again how tired I was, how much 'the ordeal' of this morning had tired me out.
I already could feel the darkness over taking me, pulling me into its depths.

And just before my eyes closed I heard you speak the words that would haunt my dreams that night.
"So similar yet so different"

Morning came just like yesterday, too early. I still found myself on the kitchen floor and yesterdays ordeal left me smelling like a old gym bag. You were already up, making some kind of breakfast, carefully avoiding me, by stepping around me.

"Why don't you take a shower before breakfast" you spoke, all the while keeping your eyes on the food you were cooking. I involuntarily shuddered, not willing to find out what was in the frying pan you were stirring. If it was anything like last time...

"You stink"
A towel landed on my head, causing my hair to stand on end. Growling I reached up and grabbed it ready to throw it at you. But you were already facing me, a smirk on your face. I silently cursed you, you was enjoying this way too much in my opinion.
But I wouldn't give you the satisfaction.
So instead of raising my fist in battle against you, I turned around and headed for the shower.
Angry as I was I still heard your words...

"You're finally starting to learn"
What you meant by those words I learned way later.

******
I sighed with delight, as I stepped out of the shower. Feeling more relaxed and refreshed than before. Whatever today would bring I was up to it.
I found some new robes on the closed toilet seat and decided to put them on. My old clothes were gone anyway. Probably to be burned by you, for I never saw them again.

The sight of myself in Jedi robes still made me feel queasy. It was just not natural to put a Sith apprentice through this. The grey tunic, pants and robes, with the addition of a leather utility belt and boots, felt alien to me. I couldn't help but feel insecure as I looked in the mirror.
A feeling which was also uncommon to me. Making me feel all jumbled and twisted inside.

I was still wrestling with the belt as I exited the bathroom, only to be greeted by you. You came out of nowhere, taking the belt from my hands, while stepping close to me.
Correction, entering my private space.
An uncontrollable shiver ran through my body, as you bend down over me and clicked the belt shut before I could take a step away from you.
A strange smell entered my nostrils, the same scent I smelt when I met you for the first time. Sand, sweat, sunlight, a deadly combination.
Taking advantage of my confused state you bend down even further, until you were close to my left ear.

"Now stand real still"
The heat of your breath upon my skin, send another shiver through my body, immobilizing me, cutting my thoughts off from my body.
A sharp snapping reached my ears, but it took me a few minutes to realize what was happening.
Something brushed my neck, then something else and another something.

By the time my mind was reconnected to my body it was too late.
In the mean time you had cut off all my hair, until it was about 2 inches long.
As I glanced down towards the ground, I found all my precious hair pooled around my feet.
All except one lock of hair, which was still being hold by you.
I think you felt my anger in that moment, but you chose to ignore it.
You simply gave a short pull at the only long lock of hair left, which caused my head to bend slightly, and to forget my anger for a second.
You took that moment to dip your head close to mine, while at the same time seizing my head between both your hands, holding it tightly there.

The last thing I remembered were your blue eyes staring deep into my own, and the words that came with it...
"I want it to be cut just like this for as long as you'll be with me, all except this lock, which you will wear in a braid."