Disclaimer: The old guy some people call George Lucas owes all of Star
Wars. I owe Lukaz though, and I am proud to owe him. =P
A/N: [] means thoughts/flashbacks.
"Hey Ani, Rané and Sabé's here again. They say it's the return of the senator Amidala, and celebrations are happening," Lukaz informed his friend, who was busy tinkling with some spare metal parts, to build his speeder. Lukaz sighed. "Why do I have a feeling you're not listening to me? Come on, Ani. You know how much Sabé likes you. Give her a chance, won't you?"
"Lukaz, women, in general, are trouble. I do not like to waste my time on them," Anakin intoned coolly, his eyebrows raised, as if asking Lukaz to beat it.
"Anakin, you are one stubborn fool. You had never been in love, nor had a girlfriend, and yet you think women are trouble."
"It's precisely because I know they are trouble, and so I refrain myself from sinking into their trap," Anakin retorted, sweeping his blond curls away from his forehead. He finally fixed the parts together, and gave a sigh of relief. He sat on a chair, and glanced up at Lukaz, who had been staring at him, with his hands on his hips.
"Yes, mother," Anakin finally said, with a hint of his trademark smirk. "I'll go. But just today. Seeing it's a joyous occasion and all. All right?" Lukaz broke into a huge grin, showing off his dimples, and threw Anakin a pair of pants and a clean shirt, with a vest.
Anakin raised an eyebrow, as he stared at the clothes. "What is this? Some formal dinner?"
Lukaz smiled innocently. "Oh, didn't I mention it? Rabé and Sabé are the senator's handmaidens, and very close friends. We're their dates for the formal dinner thrown in honour of the senator." He snorted at Anakin's crestfallen look, knowing how much Anakin hates crowded places. He was always keeping to himself. "Well, I'll leave you in peace then," Lukaz said mockingly, before leaving the room, smiling to himself as he heard Anakin's groan.
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Padmé breathed in the fresh, familiar air of home, and a bright smile graced her soft, beautiful face. As the Senator, she was dressed in a thick, formal gown; one that she hated as it was terribly stifling in it. She had decided to lose the headdress, and her dark curls fell free over shoulders, with a few strands framing her small face.
"Padmé? Everyone's staring at you. Stop acting like a klutz!" Obi-wan hissed. Padmé blinked in annoyance, before realising that there was a huge crowd gathered at the feet of the huge flyer. With a typical, 'campaign' smile, Padmé walked down the slope, waving her hands, but inwardly groaning.
Obi-wan, on the other hand, acted like the perfect boyfriend. He grinned broadly at the crowd, and slipped his hands around Padmé's shoulders, nearly tripping her in the process. Oblivious, Obi-wan continued grinning; he loved the attention he got from being the boyfriend of the well-loved Senator.
In the crowd, standing a few feet away, Anakin stared up at the Senator and her Jedi boyfriend. [Typical, stereotypical couple of the year], he thought, with a slight disgust. As everyone cheered, Anakin stood impassively, his tanned face expressionless, acting like his normal laid- back self. It wasn't that Anakin didn't believe in love; he just didn't believe that such perfect love could last.
"Anakin, you must come with us, I'll introduce you to the Senator. She's my best friend," Sabé shouted suddenly, running over to pull him over. Despite his protests of 'I'll see her later' and 'she probably has other things to do', Anakin was pulled to the front of the crowd, where Lukaz and Rané waited.
"Hey Ani, we're going to meet the Senator. Cool eh?" Lukaz said, greeting his best friend with their secret friendship signal - two thumbs up against the heart. Anakin returned the greeting, and his attention returned to the Senator, who had by now touched ground. Sabé broke into a huge smile, and pulled Anakin over to the Senator. Anakin, with his keen eyes, noticed that the Jedi boyfriend had returned to the flyer to get the bags.
"Padmé! I mean, milady," Sabé stammered hesistantly.
"Oh Sabé, you know that you can call me Padmé anytime." Sabé smiled, and shot a victorious look at Anakin, who raised an eyebrow, but took it all in his stride. While any commoner would have been estatic to meet the former queen, Anakin merely stood there. He bowed his head respectfully.
Padmé surveyed the young man next to Sabé. She could tell from the way her handmaiden looked at the man that Sabé had a huge crush on the man. Her interest grew, and she took a second glanc at him. For a commoner who was meeting the Senator, something that should qualify as a journal entry, the man was unusually silent and calm.
"So, Sabé, who's the person next to you?" Padmé asked coyly.
"Anakin Skywalker, at your service, milady," Anakin replied quietly, at the nudge from Sabé.
"Anakin? That's a nice name. It doesn't sound native though. You're not from Naboo?"
"No milady. I come from a planet far off from the Republic," he replied respectfully. Padmé raised her dark eyebrows and got ready to post Anakin another question, when Obi-wan interrupted.
"My dear, shall we rest? I am tired after the long flight," Obi-wan said. Padmé smiled at him and nodded, allowing herself to be led away. She turned her head, and looked at Anakin.
"I'll see you at the dinner then, which I presume you will be going?" she asked, casting a knowing look at the blushing Sabé.
"Yes milady," Anakin replied, bowing again.
Padmé continued walking, her head nodding to whatever Obi-wan was saying. Her mind, however, was focused on the young man she had just met. He interests her, with his quiet yet respectful manner, and his quaint, different accent. There was something else about him. something Padmé found very soothing. She has no idea what, but just his presence comfort her, in a way she never thought possible.
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A/N: Writing til here. Review. MUST! =P
A/N: [] means thoughts/flashbacks.
"Hey Ani, Rané and Sabé's here again. They say it's the return of the senator Amidala, and celebrations are happening," Lukaz informed his friend, who was busy tinkling with some spare metal parts, to build his speeder. Lukaz sighed. "Why do I have a feeling you're not listening to me? Come on, Ani. You know how much Sabé likes you. Give her a chance, won't you?"
"Lukaz, women, in general, are trouble. I do not like to waste my time on them," Anakin intoned coolly, his eyebrows raised, as if asking Lukaz to beat it.
"Anakin, you are one stubborn fool. You had never been in love, nor had a girlfriend, and yet you think women are trouble."
"It's precisely because I know they are trouble, and so I refrain myself from sinking into their trap," Anakin retorted, sweeping his blond curls away from his forehead. He finally fixed the parts together, and gave a sigh of relief. He sat on a chair, and glanced up at Lukaz, who had been staring at him, with his hands on his hips.
"Yes, mother," Anakin finally said, with a hint of his trademark smirk. "I'll go. But just today. Seeing it's a joyous occasion and all. All right?" Lukaz broke into a huge grin, showing off his dimples, and threw Anakin a pair of pants and a clean shirt, with a vest.
Anakin raised an eyebrow, as he stared at the clothes. "What is this? Some formal dinner?"
Lukaz smiled innocently. "Oh, didn't I mention it? Rabé and Sabé are the senator's handmaidens, and very close friends. We're their dates for the formal dinner thrown in honour of the senator." He snorted at Anakin's crestfallen look, knowing how much Anakin hates crowded places. He was always keeping to himself. "Well, I'll leave you in peace then," Lukaz said mockingly, before leaving the room, smiling to himself as he heard Anakin's groan.
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Padmé breathed in the fresh, familiar air of home, and a bright smile graced her soft, beautiful face. As the Senator, she was dressed in a thick, formal gown; one that she hated as it was terribly stifling in it. She had decided to lose the headdress, and her dark curls fell free over shoulders, with a few strands framing her small face.
"Padmé? Everyone's staring at you. Stop acting like a klutz!" Obi-wan hissed. Padmé blinked in annoyance, before realising that there was a huge crowd gathered at the feet of the huge flyer. With a typical, 'campaign' smile, Padmé walked down the slope, waving her hands, but inwardly groaning.
Obi-wan, on the other hand, acted like the perfect boyfriend. He grinned broadly at the crowd, and slipped his hands around Padmé's shoulders, nearly tripping her in the process. Oblivious, Obi-wan continued grinning; he loved the attention he got from being the boyfriend of the well-loved Senator.
In the crowd, standing a few feet away, Anakin stared up at the Senator and her Jedi boyfriend. [Typical, stereotypical couple of the year], he thought, with a slight disgust. As everyone cheered, Anakin stood impassively, his tanned face expressionless, acting like his normal laid- back self. It wasn't that Anakin didn't believe in love; he just didn't believe that such perfect love could last.
"Anakin, you must come with us, I'll introduce you to the Senator. She's my best friend," Sabé shouted suddenly, running over to pull him over. Despite his protests of 'I'll see her later' and 'she probably has other things to do', Anakin was pulled to the front of the crowd, where Lukaz and Rané waited.
"Hey Ani, we're going to meet the Senator. Cool eh?" Lukaz said, greeting his best friend with their secret friendship signal - two thumbs up against the heart. Anakin returned the greeting, and his attention returned to the Senator, who had by now touched ground. Sabé broke into a huge smile, and pulled Anakin over to the Senator. Anakin, with his keen eyes, noticed that the Jedi boyfriend had returned to the flyer to get the bags.
"Padmé! I mean, milady," Sabé stammered hesistantly.
"Oh Sabé, you know that you can call me Padmé anytime." Sabé smiled, and shot a victorious look at Anakin, who raised an eyebrow, but took it all in his stride. While any commoner would have been estatic to meet the former queen, Anakin merely stood there. He bowed his head respectfully.
Padmé surveyed the young man next to Sabé. She could tell from the way her handmaiden looked at the man that Sabé had a huge crush on the man. Her interest grew, and she took a second glanc at him. For a commoner who was meeting the Senator, something that should qualify as a journal entry, the man was unusually silent and calm.
"So, Sabé, who's the person next to you?" Padmé asked coyly.
"Anakin Skywalker, at your service, milady," Anakin replied quietly, at the nudge from Sabé.
"Anakin? That's a nice name. It doesn't sound native though. You're not from Naboo?"
"No milady. I come from a planet far off from the Republic," he replied respectfully. Padmé raised her dark eyebrows and got ready to post Anakin another question, when Obi-wan interrupted.
"My dear, shall we rest? I am tired after the long flight," Obi-wan said. Padmé smiled at him and nodded, allowing herself to be led away. She turned her head, and looked at Anakin.
"I'll see you at the dinner then, which I presume you will be going?" she asked, casting a knowing look at the blushing Sabé.
"Yes milady," Anakin replied, bowing again.
Padmé continued walking, her head nodding to whatever Obi-wan was saying. Her mind, however, was focused on the young man she had just met. He interests her, with his quiet yet respectful manner, and his quaint, different accent. There was something else about him. something Padmé found very soothing. She has no idea what, but just his presence comfort her, in a way she never thought possible.
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A/N: Writing til here. Review. MUST! =P