Chapter 51: Father & Son Wrestling Match
"So, Luke, you lived on Tattooine with crazy old Ben?" Anakin asked, awkwardly.
"Yeah," Luke admitted.
"What was he thinking, living way out there?" Anakin asked. "Nothing happens there."
Luke shrugged and said, "I guess he knew the Council would say no to my training and figured that it would be the best place to ensure I'd be trained."
Anakin nodded. "Let's see what he's taught you," Anakin challenged.
Luke was able to hold his own in saber combat. Then Anakin suggested, "Let's try some hand to hand combat."
Luke and Anakin sparred for a few minutes until Luke flipped Anakin onto his back. "Little brat," Anakin muttered, before flicking his arm and sending Luke flying onto his back.
Then Padmé and Leia ran out on the porch to check on the men.
"What are you doing?" Leia asked, walking over and leaning over her twin, noticing his very lost expression.
"Finding shapes in clouds," Luke replied, slightly dazed. "The one over my head looks my twin. I think I can touch it." He poked Leia's nose. "Hey! It even feels like her!"
"Luke, there isn't a cloud over your head," Anakin said, sitting up slowly. "That is your twin."
"She's pretty, but Mara's prettier," Luke mumbled.
"His girlfriend," Leia supplied helpfully as she stood up, rubbing her nose. "I'm not getting poked again."
"She is not my girlfriend, OW," Luke protested. Leia moved back as Luke quickly sat up.
"Anakin," Padmé glared at Anakin, who cringed away from her.
"What did you two do?" Padmé asked.
"We were wrestling and I flipped Anakin," Luke explained.
"I overdid the flip on Luke," Anakin admitted, sheepishly.
"Men are such idiots," Leia muttered to Padmé.
Padmé nodded in agreement. "Anakin, get Luke inside," she ordered. "I'll go get an icepack."
