Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own Star Wars. What a disappointment.

Author's note: More fluff!! I think I might actually start a PLOT to this, but right now, I have no idea what kind. Oh, well....
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Morning. Sunlight flooded into Anakin's tiny quarters and danced on his face,
beckoning him to awaken. With a malleable groan, he opened his tired eyes, squinting
in the bright light. He tilted his head to the side just enough to sneak a glimpse at the
chronometer. As much as he knew that it was time to get up and face the upcoming
Padawan chores of the day, he simply didn't want to.

He also knew that if he didn't, he would encounter a long and tedious lecture;
one that he had heard before and was not about to go through that torture once
again.

But still, a minute or two passed before Anakin was willing force himself fully
awakened and attentive. Perched on the side of his cot, he allowed himself a stiff yawn
and a lazy stretch. Then, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he stood up and exited his
quarters.

Inside the Jedi Temple, everything was sleek and shiny, and the hallway the
young man was now standing in seemed to extend on into infinite space. Both Jedi and
Padawans alike were walking in the grand corridor; the Jedi Knights looking mindful and
the young Padawans looking tired and sober. Not much different than Anakin.

Unsoiled and clear, the massive windows in the passage gave a glimpse of the
outside world Coruscant.

Coruscant was pin-pricked with tall skyscrapers and buildings hiding under its
dusky shadows. At this time of day, you could see the golden-red sunrise peeking over
the horizon. Such a sunrise was rare, but nevertheless, beautiful. The buildings and
zooming transports were shadowed with a aureate glow, sometimes giving even the
crudest of the lot a sense of admiration.

Not having any time to fool around, he set his pace toward his master's
quarters, half-expecting him to already be in one of the three main training centers,
half-expecting him to be sitting in his room meditating.

After some time of walking in the halls, he finally came upon the doors of
Obi-wan's significantly larger quarters (at least, compared to his own) and the silver
entrance slid open with a swish.

Anakin peered into the room and found it empty.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, he quickly sauntered to the stairs in an attempt
to find the location of his master. He would be in one of the three training centers,
Anakin assumed, and he would be there waiting for him. A groan escaped his throat as
he looked up at the winding series of steps. He wished there was a turbo-lift in the
area nearby. Unfortunately, the Jedi Council was not very big on modern technology.

As he mounted step by step, he contemplated his life here at the temple
He knew that he was a strong-willed pupil to Obi-Wan. He had learned a long time ago
when he was still a slave on Tatooine to be independent and resourceful. He had to.
Your survival depended on it. But now those same "good" qualities were a hindrance to
his training as a Jedi. Jedis have to be in control and yet sensitive to the Force, they
have to be strongly individual and yet work together in harmony. The way of the Force
is challenging, but his way has been extraordinarily taxing. It's like the treasure of the
Jedi is just out of his reach. Would he ever make it?

Would he ever make it? The question applied both to his life and to his task of
making his way up the seemingly endless stairs. Step by step, closer and closer to the
next floor. His leg muscles were tiring, and the fact that he had hours of training
ahead of him didn't seem to help any.

Finally, with a sigh of relief, he made it to the top floor: the location of one main
training centers. He had memorized every corridor and every room located in the
temple in the last ten years, but such a thing was not an easy task. Sometimes when
he was tired from the tasks of a Padawan (such as today) he would find himself
wandering aimlessly around the temple, only to find himself questioned by a passing
Jedi knight, or sometimes another Padawan. Such as this when he brushed by one.

"Sorry," he murmured.

The Padawan learner turned to face him and gazed at him in awe. Anakin could
feel himself expose a shy smile. Younger Padawans than he were usually in a state of
wonder when the found themselves face-to-face with the "Chosen One."

Even now The Chosen One sounds foreign to him, how could a slave boy from
some obscure planet possibly be called chosen? He did believe he had an unusual gift,
but to be called chosen creeped him out. He knew he should discipline himself to hone
his capabilities but the rigor of the training and the boredom of it all really took all the
motivation out of him. He wanted to be a Jedi but the price seemed high at times.

Really, he felt more like a prophet where his ability to see into the future was
really the only extraordinary power he had. But everyone around him expected so much from him and had such high hopes for his future in being in the Force. He didn't feel trapped,
exactly, but had a slightly uncomfortable feeling somewhat kin to claustrophobia and that one day he would surely disappoint the masters around him.

He must work on his attitude, yes, that's it. It's only a matter of attitude and mental determination. He would make it.

He had been so preoccupied with these thoughts that he had not realized that
he had wandered into a meeting of the Jedi Council.

All heads turned to face him as he blinked stupidly at the sight before him.
Finally registering all this, his puzzlement turned into embarrassment at his own
carelessness. He began to babble unintelligible apologies and excuses, none of them
seeming to ease the disapproving looks of the Jedi Council.

"Young Skywalker, your arrival is . . . unexpected," a council member spoke
coolly.

Anakin could feel himself blush.

"Forgive me, I, um . . ."

He turned to catch a momentary view at the door still unclosed behind him,
and made the conclusion that now would be an appropriate time to leave.

"My apologies," he stammered for the third time as he rushed toward the door.

After literally running out, the entrance behind him closed with a hiss. Anakin
gave himself a mental chiding before facing two Padawans about three years older than
himself. They just happened to be snickering amongst themselves and shaking their
heads in mock dissatisfaction.

Oh, grow up, he thought to himself coldly. His expression did not hide what he
felt.

"Young Skywalker, The /Chosen/, seems to have so many other-worldly thoughts
that he can't walk straight," said Padawan Number One, dripping with sarcasm. "I
wonder if they will add Sleepwalking to our cirriculum."

"Hum, yes, and maybe, since he is sooooo good at holo-projectory maintenance,
I am sure Master Anakin will be teaching it in the next year," Padawan Two retorted.

Without thinking, Anakin threw himself at the second Padawan who went sailing across the atrium narrowly missing a huge vase. The young man struggled to his feet to retaliate when he felt himself being hurled down the stairs headfirst.Bloodied and embarrassed, he slunk away to lick his wounds.

Anakin, appalled at his lack of control, started down the stairs after him. His
was supposed to use the Force for good, but when he got mad or provoked, he lost all
presence of mind and the Force became a weapon in his hands. How many times had he
struggled with this?

Not finding his classmate to apologize to, he decided that he needed additional
help to bring his powers under his control and to discipline his mind to focus and not be
distracted by immaturity in himself and others.

Scrambling down the stairs in a desperate effort to find Obi-wan, he left
the first Padawan staring after him looking shocked.

"I hope the Jedi Council doesn't find out about this," he said mostly to himself
as he fled down the staircase. But, in due time, he was sure that gossip would
certainly find itself to the ears of the Council.

Going back the way he came, he found himself on the floor where all the
Padawan's rooms were located. He made a sharp left, and met another staircase,
this time, heading to the floor below. Down where training center number two was.

He wished that his master would tell him where he went off to in the morning;
it seemed too much trouble to wander around the temple like a fool.

Going down the staircase, he started to calm down once again. He was no
longer in a hurry to find his master. Obi-wan had a way of knowing if something was
wrong, and he didn't want to have to tell the story of what happened after his
encounter with the Jedi Council.

Passing by Jedi and Padawans alike, he tried to look casual. Perhaps this is
what made everyone give him a funny look.

Finally, he made himself to the 2nd floor. He quickly turned a corner and due to his haste, he slammed right into Obi-Wan and fell backwards, landing on his bottom.

"Anakin." Obi-Wan, looking totally calm and in control, who was suddenly right before him and giving him that look that was so familiar. He reached out a hand and helped Anakin back to his feet.

"Yes, Master?."

"Master Yoda wants a word with you."

......oh, Sith.....

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