Hey I'm back! Sorry I haven't posted sooner, but I've been busy working on not failing 2 of my classes, learning a new languige, religion class, family time, and beginning to write my next story. And I'll be starting basketball soon so I have no clue when my next story
will be up (I still have to finish writing it). Such a hectic life for a freshman such as myself!
Some readers have brought to my attention that a formatting problem has occured on the first part which makes everything hard to read. I'm not the one who posts my stories, and it's not my poster's fault either. screwed up, and I can't fix it, so bear with me.
Anyway I'm done blabbing now. Again, "Unwanted" belongs to Avril Lavigne. Thanx to Ginger Ninja for posting this.
Qui-Gon was brought out of his meditations the next day by a sharp whack to his shin. Grunting, he growled, "Master Yoda, what was that for?"
"Not responding to my calls you were. Needed to be done, something was."
Qui-Gon sat there silently, waiting for Yoda to reveal whatever it was that brought the small green one here. But he couldn't help thinking, 'What crazy thing does he want me to do now?'
"Heard that I did! More mindful of your thoughts you must be. A simple request I have. Go to the talent show later this afternoon."
"Why, my Master?"
"Need some relaxation you do. See the talents of other Jedi. Make it an order I will, if I have to."
Qui-Gon sighed, 'Well it's not like I have anything to do anyway.' "Alright I'll go."
Yoda smiled and laughed a little, "Good," he said. Mutternig it over and over he made his way to the door.
'What's gotten into him!'
"Heard that I did!"
It was a pretty good turnout of Jedi, not including initiates. With Knights, Masters, and Padawans coming and going all the tmie it was almost a shock to see how many were currently at the temple; even the council was in attendance. The show was held in one of the gymnasiums that were used for lightsaber training.
Jinn took a seat near the front so Yoda would know he was there. He watched on as Padawans juggled, initiates danced, and he became bored out of his mind. Just when he was about to groan aloud in frustration, something unexpected happened. 'When did Obi-Wan join the talent show!'
An announcer said, "This next song is titled 'Unwanted'. The music is by Bant Erin who is also the singer. The lyrics are by Obi-Wan Kenobi who is the backup singer. Also Garen Muln and Reeft helped with the editing."
Qui-Gon suddenly found his curiosity strong and listened very carefully as the music came on.
All that I did was walk over
Start all off by shaking your hands
That's how it went
I had a smile on my face
And I sat up straight
Oh, ya, ya
I wanted to know you
I wanted to show you
You don't know me
Don't ignore me
You don't want me there
You just shut me out
You don't konw me
Dont ignore me
If you had your way
You'd just shut me up
Make me go away
No I just don't understand why you
Talk to me, it hurts that I'm
So unwanted for nothing don't
Talk words against me
I wanted to know you
I wanted to show you
You don't know me
Don't ignore me
You don't want me there
You just shut me out
You don't know me
Don't ignore me
If you had you way
You'd just shut me up
Make me go away
Make me go away
I tried to belong it didn't seem wrong
My head aches, it's been so long I'll
Write this song if that's what it take
You don't know me
Don't ignore me
You don't want me there
You just shut me out
You don't know me
Don't ignore me
If you had your way
You'd just shut me up
Make me go away
You don't know me
Don't ignore me
You don't want me there
You just shut me out
You don't know me
Don't ignore me
If you had your way
You'd just shut me up
Make me go away
Make me go away
Make me go away
Qui-Gon was shocked. He knew from the way Obi-Wan sang that the song was meant to tell him something. He never thought Obi-Wan thought he didn't want the boy.
'Good going Jinn. You knew the boy was insecure. I'm sure this helped a whole bunch.'
Looking back on the past six months, he realized how insensitive person he was. He had been so consumed by his past he failed to see his future right in front of him.
Resolving to release those emotions into the Force later, he settled down and watched the last few acts. When it came time to announce the top three, Qui-Gon found himself hoping Obi-Wan and his friends were a part of the group.
Third went to an initiate who played and instrument, reciting a lullaby from her home planet. Second went to a senior Padawan who choreographed a lightsaber show.
"And finally," the Jedi announcer said. "In first place. . . . Bant, Obi-Wan, Garen, and Reeft for their song, 'Unwanted'"
The entire room, including Qui-Gon, burst into aplause, soon standing up. The Master couldn't help but frown slightly at Obi-Wan's shocked face when the boy saw him. Jin was at least glad to note that Obi-Wan quickly recovered, and began to jump around like his friends.
After a while, the crowd began to dissipate. Qui-Gon went and stood by the exit where the contestants were supposed to leave from. It didn't take long for the Padawan in question came out, accompanied by his friends. Smiling, he called out, "Congradulations."
The four turned and said their version of a thank you. Qui-Gon couldn't help but notice that Bant, Garen, and Reeft surrounded Obi-Wan on three sides, almost as if to protect him.
'Protect him from me.' "Obi-Wan, we need to talk."
"Yes Master," the boy said softly. He walked forward and then glanced back at his friends. They gave him encouraging smiles before he turned and followed Qui-Gon back to their quarters.
Obi-Wan looked on worriedly as Qui-Gon had them sit on the couch, but then appeared to have trouble speaking. "Master?"
"I'm sorry," Jinn spurted out.
"Huh?"
Qui-Gon sighed. "Obi-Wan, I'm sorry. For the last six months I've shut you out and made you feel like I didn't want you. It had nothing to do with you."
The boy seemed surprised to hear this, and took a deep breath before saying anything, "What was it?"
"Xanatos."
Obi-Wan's head shot up from his lap. "B-but I-I thought you sad he wouldn't-"
"I know, and that's what I thought at the time. But then I started thinking about him before he turned. He really was great sometimes, even if I failed to recognize his leanings toward the darkside. I became so consumed that I failed to notice those around me, including you. It was your song that brought me back, and for that I thank you. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, I think I understand. Like, you wanted to keep your good memories of him, and blocked out everything else."
"Yes," Qui-Gon smiled. "Now I'm going to do something I should have done a long time ago."
He closed his eyes, and fully opened his mind, reaching out for Obi-Wan's. The Master smiled when he heard Obi-Wan gasp as their bond formed, pulsing with life and energy. Qui-Gon had barely opened his eyes before he was attacked by the hug of a thirteen year old. Without thoght, he returned the gesture and sent feelings of love and pride to they boy, smiling as the heard a muffled, "Thank you Master."
"You're welcome, my Padwan. Now why don't we go get some dinner."
"Yes Master."
THE END
I know, pure mush. I tend to lead that way, as well as the fact I always seem to be writing stories taking place after Melida/Daan. My next one is and actual original adventure. Here's a sneak peek, but be warned, CONTENT IS SBUJECT TO CHANGE. Ideas are always welcome.
TRAILER
I'm going to tell you a story. But what story I'm going to tell you, I'm not quite sure yet.
Hot pain flamed through his right shoulder as he collpsed on the ground, the world falling with him.
"Hold on, Padawan. . . .
"Did you have a vision?"
"So we've reached the end, Obi-Wan Kenobi." "It's time for you to die."
Who are you?
Help!
"He cannot. No one can."
No one.
END OF TRAILER
That's all I'm giving away untl the first post, which will be I dunno when. Remember ideas are appreciated. FEEDBACK WANTED That's all for now.
Buh Bye
