"Why am I wasting my time?" Anakin murmered as he inserted another bolt
into his light sabre, "It doesn't matter if I build this thing or not. Qui-
Gon won't be impressed, and my mother won't even know what I've done."
He sighed as he rumaged through the remaining pieces for his light sabre - a few more bolts, the reflecting crystals, two small metal pieces, and another oddly shaped crystal. He picked up a reflecting crystal and dropped it inside the small case. Next he placed a metal piece in at a slight slant. He repeated the process until he ran out of pieces.
"Easy enough." he murmered, "I wonder what took the almighty Obi-Wan so long to build this thing. Perhaps he wasn't nearly as bright as Qui-Gon says he was."
Anakin shrugged. According to his mother he'd always been an exceptionally bright child, yet Qui-Gon certainly didn't seem to realize that. Everything was something related to Obi-Wan. Anakin absolutely hated it.
"If he wasn't already dead, I swear I'd kill him myself... "Anakin muttered under his breath.
Part of him wanted to act exactly like Obi-Wan just to see what Qui-Gon would do. But, the more he thought about it, the more stupid the idea seemed. Why get up at the crack of dawn and act perfect all the time? That may have been Obi-Wan, but it certainly wasn't Anakin. However, he knew that Qui-Gon would never appreciate him for his own unique qualities and abilities. Somehow Anakin couldn't understand why his master grieved so much over Obi-Wan. Anakin didn't feel particularily close to his master. There was this terribly cold distance between them.
That distance made Anakin wonder about other things. He'd always wanted a father. He had heard that jedi masters were often fatherly toward their padawan learners. However, he also heard that jedi never die. What a reliable source that turned out to be. Still, Qui-Gon was everything but fatherly to Anakin. He was diliberately distant. Perhaps that's what hurt the boy most of all. It's not that he was just distant by nature, it's that Qui-Gon went out of his way to be distant. Their discussions were limited to training and only training. Nothing else seemed to matter.
At least he always had his mother's support. That's all that mattered to Anakin sometimes. Still, he did wonder when Qui-Gon planned on freeing her from a slave's life. He had promised to free Shmi when they returned to the desert land, however, it appeared that he had made no attempt to do so over the many years that had passed. Anakin, despite popular belief, was not stupid or ignorant. Qui-Gon was hiding from something.
He placed the main crystal inside the light sabre and bolted it down on each side. Carefully, he placed the cover on the top and bolted it down as well.
"Now let's see if this thing works..." he murmered. Cautiously, he gave the button a light tap.
Snap. Hiss.
Power seemed to surge through him. He'd never held a real light sabre before, but suddenly, there it was. The elegant, red beam crackled before him. He gave it a few practice swings and grinned darkly.
"I bet this thing is great in battle..." he thought, "It probably cuts through anything."
He continued to stare at his new weapon. It was certainly a wonderful creation. If only he knew just how useful it would turn out to be and just how many lives he would take with it. Still, it amazed him for the present time.
Click.
He ran inside his small home with a bright smile on his face. He glanced around the rooms until he located his mother. It appeared that she and Qui- Gon were in the middle of a deep conversation. Anakin wondered why no one ever had deep conversations with him. It annoyed him somehow.
"Do you need something, Annie?" Shmi asked.
"Well.. I was going to show you something, but it can wait if you're busy.." Anakin said.
"No, no, go ahead. I want to see. I'm sure it's wonderful, whatever it is." Shmi said, offering a smile.
Anakin nodded and gave the light sabre button another tap. The brilliant, red blade came forth again with its usual snap-hiss. Shmi stared in awe, although she couldn't honestly confess to knowing what it was. Qui-Gon, however, sat expressionless.
"What do you think, Master Qui-Gon, sir?" Anakin inquired.
"Not bad." Qui-Gon replied, indifferent.
"I think it's wonderful, Annie!" Shmi said, offering another smile to her clearly not-so-confident son, "but what is it exactly?"
"It's a light sabre - a jedi's weapon." he announced proudly.
"Oh, well, it's very nice. Just be careful with it, Annie." she said.
"I will, Mom, I will. What should I do now, Master Qui-Gon, sir?" he asked.
"Go outside and practice with it. I'll be out in a little while to give you some new exercises." Qui-Gon stated, still indifferent.
"Yes, sir." Anakin said with a nearly-mocking bow.
The two resumed their deep conversation as Anakin strolled back outside. He sighed and stared up at the sky. He ran a hand through his dark locks, ruffling them slightly. He moved his light sabre as if to point toward the sky.
"One day I'll fly out there. I'll see all the planets. I'll be the first one to do it, too. Nothing else will matter then. I'll just fly.. and fly... I'll go wherever I want," he said, childishly. But then he added, darkly, "and I'll kill anyone who tries to stop me."
He smirked slightly at that thought as he began to give his light sabre a few more practice swings. "No one else will matter," he said, giving a slash to the air. "I'll have my life. Mine. Not Obi-Wan's, not what my mother wants, not what Qui-Gon expects. No. I'll have my own life!" he announced while turning aruond and slashing the air again-and-again.
He let his mind drift off into thoughts. With that weapon in his hands, his darkest thoughts seemed so real. He had the power to kill. It had always been a silly yet dark thought in the back of his mind, but now he actually had the power to act it out. Still, he wouldn't really kill anyone. It was just a figure of speech. At least that's what he thought. A certain darkness danced in his eyes, but no one seemed to notice.
Again Qui-Gon had forgotten about him. The moons were casting their eerie glow upon his face. He sighed and clicked off his lightsabre.
"One day I'll be up there in those stars... and nothing else will matter..." he murmered, hauntingly.
[Otay, so that was kinda dark. *shrugs* I don't really know why. Oh well. So... while I work on the next chapter, I have a spiffy project for my loyal supporters! Go up there to the author search thingy and type in BBSting120. Yes. Read all of his stuff and review it just 'cause he's so cool. ^^ That's all for now... I might type another chapter tonite, I might not. Who knows? ^^;]
He sighed as he rumaged through the remaining pieces for his light sabre - a few more bolts, the reflecting crystals, two small metal pieces, and another oddly shaped crystal. He picked up a reflecting crystal and dropped it inside the small case. Next he placed a metal piece in at a slight slant. He repeated the process until he ran out of pieces.
"Easy enough." he murmered, "I wonder what took the almighty Obi-Wan so long to build this thing. Perhaps he wasn't nearly as bright as Qui-Gon says he was."
Anakin shrugged. According to his mother he'd always been an exceptionally bright child, yet Qui-Gon certainly didn't seem to realize that. Everything was something related to Obi-Wan. Anakin absolutely hated it.
"If he wasn't already dead, I swear I'd kill him myself... "Anakin muttered under his breath.
Part of him wanted to act exactly like Obi-Wan just to see what Qui-Gon would do. But, the more he thought about it, the more stupid the idea seemed. Why get up at the crack of dawn and act perfect all the time? That may have been Obi-Wan, but it certainly wasn't Anakin. However, he knew that Qui-Gon would never appreciate him for his own unique qualities and abilities. Somehow Anakin couldn't understand why his master grieved so much over Obi-Wan. Anakin didn't feel particularily close to his master. There was this terribly cold distance between them.
That distance made Anakin wonder about other things. He'd always wanted a father. He had heard that jedi masters were often fatherly toward their padawan learners. However, he also heard that jedi never die. What a reliable source that turned out to be. Still, Qui-Gon was everything but fatherly to Anakin. He was diliberately distant. Perhaps that's what hurt the boy most of all. It's not that he was just distant by nature, it's that Qui-Gon went out of his way to be distant. Their discussions were limited to training and only training. Nothing else seemed to matter.
At least he always had his mother's support. That's all that mattered to Anakin sometimes. Still, he did wonder when Qui-Gon planned on freeing her from a slave's life. He had promised to free Shmi when they returned to the desert land, however, it appeared that he had made no attempt to do so over the many years that had passed. Anakin, despite popular belief, was not stupid or ignorant. Qui-Gon was hiding from something.
He placed the main crystal inside the light sabre and bolted it down on each side. Carefully, he placed the cover on the top and bolted it down as well.
"Now let's see if this thing works..." he murmered. Cautiously, he gave the button a light tap.
Snap. Hiss.
Power seemed to surge through him. He'd never held a real light sabre before, but suddenly, there it was. The elegant, red beam crackled before him. He gave it a few practice swings and grinned darkly.
"I bet this thing is great in battle..." he thought, "It probably cuts through anything."
He continued to stare at his new weapon. It was certainly a wonderful creation. If only he knew just how useful it would turn out to be and just how many lives he would take with it. Still, it amazed him for the present time.
Click.
He ran inside his small home with a bright smile on his face. He glanced around the rooms until he located his mother. It appeared that she and Qui- Gon were in the middle of a deep conversation. Anakin wondered why no one ever had deep conversations with him. It annoyed him somehow.
"Do you need something, Annie?" Shmi asked.
"Well.. I was going to show you something, but it can wait if you're busy.." Anakin said.
"No, no, go ahead. I want to see. I'm sure it's wonderful, whatever it is." Shmi said, offering a smile.
Anakin nodded and gave the light sabre button another tap. The brilliant, red blade came forth again with its usual snap-hiss. Shmi stared in awe, although she couldn't honestly confess to knowing what it was. Qui-Gon, however, sat expressionless.
"What do you think, Master Qui-Gon, sir?" Anakin inquired.
"Not bad." Qui-Gon replied, indifferent.
"I think it's wonderful, Annie!" Shmi said, offering another smile to her clearly not-so-confident son, "but what is it exactly?"
"It's a light sabre - a jedi's weapon." he announced proudly.
"Oh, well, it's very nice. Just be careful with it, Annie." she said.
"I will, Mom, I will. What should I do now, Master Qui-Gon, sir?" he asked.
"Go outside and practice with it. I'll be out in a little while to give you some new exercises." Qui-Gon stated, still indifferent.
"Yes, sir." Anakin said with a nearly-mocking bow.
The two resumed their deep conversation as Anakin strolled back outside. He sighed and stared up at the sky. He ran a hand through his dark locks, ruffling them slightly. He moved his light sabre as if to point toward the sky.
"One day I'll fly out there. I'll see all the planets. I'll be the first one to do it, too. Nothing else will matter then. I'll just fly.. and fly... I'll go wherever I want," he said, childishly. But then he added, darkly, "and I'll kill anyone who tries to stop me."
He smirked slightly at that thought as he began to give his light sabre a few more practice swings. "No one else will matter," he said, giving a slash to the air. "I'll have my life. Mine. Not Obi-Wan's, not what my mother wants, not what Qui-Gon expects. No. I'll have my own life!" he announced while turning aruond and slashing the air again-and-again.
He let his mind drift off into thoughts. With that weapon in his hands, his darkest thoughts seemed so real. He had the power to kill. It had always been a silly yet dark thought in the back of his mind, but now he actually had the power to act it out. Still, he wouldn't really kill anyone. It was just a figure of speech. At least that's what he thought. A certain darkness danced in his eyes, but no one seemed to notice.
Again Qui-Gon had forgotten about him. The moons were casting their eerie glow upon his face. He sighed and clicked off his lightsabre.
"One day I'll be up there in those stars... and nothing else will matter..." he murmered, hauntingly.
[Otay, so that was kinda dark. *shrugs* I don't really know why. Oh well. So... while I work on the next chapter, I have a spiffy project for my loyal supporters! Go up there to the author search thingy and type in BBSting120. Yes. Read all of his stuff and review it just 'cause he's so cool. ^^ That's all for now... I might type another chapter tonite, I might not. Who knows? ^^;]
