Disclaimer: Georgie Porgie owns this story. George Lucas owns Star Wars.
A/n: Thank you guys so much for all the reviews. and for those who thought I couldn't get seventy reviews, *sticks out tongue*. Hehe. Ok. Shan't bore you with my insane rambling.
"Ana-, Master Anakin, Master Anakin." Obi-wan's rushing footsteps could be heard from behind, closing up the distance between him and Anakin. "Master Anakin," he repeated, exasperated. "Didn't you hear me?"
"I'm in a rush, Obi-wan," was the curt, authoritive reply. Anakin continued walking, then stopped in annoyance. Being brought out in the very correct manner of a Jedi, he had been taught never to turn his back on his master, even an ex-master. It was just plain rude to do so. He waited for Obi-wan to catch up with him, before turning to face him, expecting a lecture. "Obi- wan, if you want to scold me, hurry up."
Obi-wan gave a tired, bittersweet smile, his long hair and beard suddenly making him seem older than he really is. Anakin felt his annoyance give way to concern, concern for the man he loved like a father, and his posture relaxed, his head bowed slightly. Obi-wan noted all that, although not a word he said about it. "I know my reaction earlier on was a little." Obi- wan trailed off, his hands waving around in a circular movement, as he struggled for the right word. "A little overwhelming," he finally said.
"You don't say," Anakin drawled sarcastically, with a small smirk on his face. "I thought you would break the rule and kill a fellow Jedi," he deadpanned.
"I have more control than what you think of me, Anakin." Obi-wan sighed in resignment. "You're grown up, Anakin. Wiser than I have ever been, and much stronger. I can't control you anymore. Do you love her?"
Anakin seemed surprised at the abrupt question that Obi-wan posted out of the blue, but he nodded. "Yes," he said, in a voice that was soft and quiet, yet firm and true.
Obi-wan studied his old padawan, his slightly hunched back, his blond curls, his deep blue eyes, his smirk, his posture. Yes, Anakin has grown up. With a nod, Obi-wan put his hand on Anakin's shoulders. "I'm going with you, Anakin."
"Obi-wan, I appreciate it. I really do, but-," Anakin stopped in mid- sentence as he noticed Obi-wan's stern glare.
"Do you want to save her or not?" Anakin nodded, a little meekly. If the situation weren't filled with so much tension, Obi-wan would have found it ironically amusing. "Then I'm going with you. You will need help on the way, and I can back you up." His smile faded. "For both yours and her sake, treat her well when you save her," he advised. Anakin nodded, silently thanking his old master for having much faith in him, when he realised his master had said WHEN, and not IF.
"I will. Rest assure," Anakin said. He paused for awhile, as if thinking something over. "Master," he added. Obi-wan nodded.
"Anakin, you'll fly the plane well, understand?" He told his friend, as they walked towards the flyer.
"Yes master." Anakin smirked as they jumped into the seat. "I forgot you hate flyng," he delievered the blow, causing Obi-wan's face to redden. Although their casual bantering had eased the tension in the situation, Anakin's heart was heavy. He closed his eyes tiredly, and Padmé's face flashed through his mind. ^I'm coming Padmé. Hold on, please.^
***
"Where in the galaxy is that blasted Skywalker?" Sidious shouted, lighting up his red lightsabar, the colour of the Sith. He turned to one frightened follower, and in one angry slash, sliced his head off. The other followers shrank away in fear, and Sidious glared at each one of them. "Fear. You feel the fear? I'll show you FEAR if you don't get me Skywalker!" As if adding the exclaimation mark to his threat, he poked through the decapitated body of the unfortunate man.
Feeling a little satisfied, and his anger almost gone, he walked towards Padmé's cell. As he got closer to the cell, his hand itched and instinctively closed over his lightsabar. A smile of pure evil crept up his face, as he looked forward to yet another session of torture.
He opened the steel door with a wave of his hand, and with his sing-song tone, he called out, "I'm home." Even before the door could close behind him, an echo of high-pitched scream could be heard.
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A/n: Before you say anything, I know. This is a really really short chapter. *Ducks from lightsabars thrown everwhere.* Sorry. I'm really very very very busy. Can't even find time to check my email. But I *WILL* update. So. about the reviews. *voice changes to a business-like tone*. how about ninety-five? Pretty please?
P/s: To Lisa, I'm sorry. I've never seen or played Final Fantasy 5. =P. Coincidence, I guess. =P
A/n: Thank you guys so much for all the reviews. and for those who thought I couldn't get seventy reviews, *sticks out tongue*. Hehe. Ok. Shan't bore you with my insane rambling.
"Ana-, Master Anakin, Master Anakin." Obi-wan's rushing footsteps could be heard from behind, closing up the distance between him and Anakin. "Master Anakin," he repeated, exasperated. "Didn't you hear me?"
"I'm in a rush, Obi-wan," was the curt, authoritive reply. Anakin continued walking, then stopped in annoyance. Being brought out in the very correct manner of a Jedi, he had been taught never to turn his back on his master, even an ex-master. It was just plain rude to do so. He waited for Obi-wan to catch up with him, before turning to face him, expecting a lecture. "Obi- wan, if you want to scold me, hurry up."
Obi-wan gave a tired, bittersweet smile, his long hair and beard suddenly making him seem older than he really is. Anakin felt his annoyance give way to concern, concern for the man he loved like a father, and his posture relaxed, his head bowed slightly. Obi-wan noted all that, although not a word he said about it. "I know my reaction earlier on was a little." Obi- wan trailed off, his hands waving around in a circular movement, as he struggled for the right word. "A little overwhelming," he finally said.
"You don't say," Anakin drawled sarcastically, with a small smirk on his face. "I thought you would break the rule and kill a fellow Jedi," he deadpanned.
"I have more control than what you think of me, Anakin." Obi-wan sighed in resignment. "You're grown up, Anakin. Wiser than I have ever been, and much stronger. I can't control you anymore. Do you love her?"
Anakin seemed surprised at the abrupt question that Obi-wan posted out of the blue, but he nodded. "Yes," he said, in a voice that was soft and quiet, yet firm and true.
Obi-wan studied his old padawan, his slightly hunched back, his blond curls, his deep blue eyes, his smirk, his posture. Yes, Anakin has grown up. With a nod, Obi-wan put his hand on Anakin's shoulders. "I'm going with you, Anakin."
"Obi-wan, I appreciate it. I really do, but-," Anakin stopped in mid- sentence as he noticed Obi-wan's stern glare.
"Do you want to save her or not?" Anakin nodded, a little meekly. If the situation weren't filled with so much tension, Obi-wan would have found it ironically amusing. "Then I'm going with you. You will need help on the way, and I can back you up." His smile faded. "For both yours and her sake, treat her well when you save her," he advised. Anakin nodded, silently thanking his old master for having much faith in him, when he realised his master had said WHEN, and not IF.
"I will. Rest assure," Anakin said. He paused for awhile, as if thinking something over. "Master," he added. Obi-wan nodded.
"Anakin, you'll fly the plane well, understand?" He told his friend, as they walked towards the flyer.
"Yes master." Anakin smirked as they jumped into the seat. "I forgot you hate flyng," he delievered the blow, causing Obi-wan's face to redden. Although their casual bantering had eased the tension in the situation, Anakin's heart was heavy. He closed his eyes tiredly, and Padmé's face flashed through his mind. ^I'm coming Padmé. Hold on, please.^
***
"Where in the galaxy is that blasted Skywalker?" Sidious shouted, lighting up his red lightsabar, the colour of the Sith. He turned to one frightened follower, and in one angry slash, sliced his head off. The other followers shrank away in fear, and Sidious glared at each one of them. "Fear. You feel the fear? I'll show you FEAR if you don't get me Skywalker!" As if adding the exclaimation mark to his threat, he poked through the decapitated body of the unfortunate man.
Feeling a little satisfied, and his anger almost gone, he walked towards Padmé's cell. As he got closer to the cell, his hand itched and instinctively closed over his lightsabar. A smile of pure evil crept up his face, as he looked forward to yet another session of torture.
He opened the steel door with a wave of his hand, and with his sing-song tone, he called out, "I'm home." Even before the door could close behind him, an echo of high-pitched scream could be heard.
***
A/n: Before you say anything, I know. This is a really really short chapter. *Ducks from lightsabars thrown everwhere.* Sorry. I'm really very very very busy. Can't even find time to check my email. But I *WILL* update. So. about the reviews. *voice changes to a business-like tone*. how about ninety-five? Pretty please?
P/s: To Lisa, I'm sorry. I've never seen or played Final Fantasy 5. =P. Coincidence, I guess. =P