Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Star Wars or any of it's characters... George Lucas does! (lucky man in flannel!) hehe..
~JediLeia
Curing the Mute - Chapter 3
Obi-Wan and Anakin entered the enormous ballroom with their escort bowing slightly then leaving. Obi-Wan glanced over at his padawan who wore the same bored expression he had had for weeks.
"Anakin, please cheer up," Obi-Wan said smiling weakly. "Please be a gentleman tonight. Please?" He stressed.
Anakin simply nodded and sighed slightly. It was going to be a LONG night.
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After greeting various senators and other politicians, Obi-Wan and Anakin settled at a table near the dance floor and silently sat watching the happy couples dance circles around them. Obi-Wan would smile kindly at people who walked or danced by, while Anakin stared blankly at his blue drink. He put his hand on the table and Force pulled his drink toward him, took a sip, and Force pushed it back. Obi-Wan pretended he didn't notice and glanced up at a group of young women standing a few metres behind Anakin. There were three of them elegantly dressed, one in a silver V-neck dress, one in a high cut blue dress, and the other in a skimpy lavender dress with a slit that seemed to inch up her leg every time she moved. All three women would steal glances at Anakin and whisper to each other. Obi-Wan smiled inwardly and looked at his padawan to see if he had noticed. Apparently he hadn't. Obi-Wan cleared his throat and stood, Anakin looked up at him questioningly.
"I'll be back in a minute I'm just going to go the the 'fresher," he said then left the room as quickly as possible. //Maybe those girls will lighten his mood.// Obi-Wan thought to himself.
Soon enough, Anakin sensed a person behind him and turned to see a pretty blonde in a tight lavender dress. She smiled and batted her long lashes and he nodded his head in acknowledgement, then turned back to his drink.
"Don't be shy now," the blonde woman said taking a seat in the chair next to him. He looked up slightly confused at her forward behaviour. When he didn't say anything back to her, she continued to speak. "Ah, I see. You're the strong, sensitive type and you're not quite a talker, I see how it is..." she said in a sultry voice as she used her fingers to walk up his arm. "I like that in a man."
Anakin pulled back and looked away, pretending he didn't care if she sat with him. "Now, come on hunny. Don't be so bashful. Look, my name's Angelica, and you are...?" she said, leaving her sentence open for him to finish. He still refused to say a word and she began to get impatient. "Oh stop that. Angie wants to hear your nice deep voice......Please? For me?" she said, batting her lashes once again. Anakin looked her in the eye with a hard, cold stare. She suddenly backed away and stood up. "Well! If you're going to be that rude you might as well have told me before I came and sat with you. I'd rather not have wasted my time with such a cold bastard like you!" she said as she stormed away, her stiletto heels clicking with every step she took. Anakin sighed and took another sip of his drink.
Just then Obi-Wan reappeared with a scornful look on his face. "Anakin, you could have been nice to the girl. She was interested in you, for crying out loud. In fact, half of the female population here are attracted to you!" he said in a matter-of-fact tone. Anakin just shook his head and looked away. "Anakin, you have to stop this insane behaviour! You'll HAVE to say something someday!"
His apprentice looked up at him as if to say, "Sure, someday, but not today!" Obi-Wan sighed another deep sigh- a thing he had been doing a lot lately. "Anakin, you have to get over her. It's not worth going through life like an empty shell of a man. I lost my master 10 years ago. He was my master for 21 years of my life, and he was gone in an instant. I got over it, as will you. Now, please, Anakin, talk to me."
Anakin shook his head as angry tears threatened to fall at any minute. He got up and walked away from his master, out onto the patio to get some air, and to get away from his master's words. His words of truth.
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After twenty minutes of sitting outside alone, Anakin wondered why Obi-Wan hadn't followed him. He looked back into the ballroom, hopefully wishing that he would be standing by the door, but he wasn't. He was no where to be seen. Anakin wiped his tear stained face again and let the cool night breeze dry his eyes. He heard voices around him on the patio, but couldn't care less to look around. Instead he leaned on the railing and took a deep breath of the sweet perfume, the roses gave off. Although he tried his best not to eavesdrop, he couldn't help listening to a conversation between a young man and woman.
"Bail, I don't have time for this," the young woman said, sounding obviously peeved.
"Oh come on, darling. This is not like you at all. You love the city!" the man named Bail said.
"No Bail, YOU love the city, I'm just there for the ride."
"Oh Ami, but you always come, and besides you've never complained before..."
"Oh so it's MY fault now? Is that it?"
"I didn't say that..."
"Well you always just ASSUME I want the same things you do. Ami loves this, Ami will do that... I'm not your clone, Bail! I'm not!"
"Keep your voice down. There's no need for everyone to hear our conversation."
"Oh, who cares? This conversation is over, and as far as I'm concerned, so are we!"
"Darling, you don't mean that..."
"Look me in the eye...You know I do!" she shouted. And with that, the man walked away, leaving the young woman huffing angrily to herself on the patio next to Anakin.
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Ok.. that was really short as well, but I'm kinda into this short
chapter business as of...well, NOW! haha.. sorry! :P I promise to write
more, but please R&R... But, hey! I'm beginning to have GREAT ideas!
Stay tuned for more! ~JediLeia