Well, I'm back and I just couldn't wait to upload for some reason. I'm back from New York which let me tell you is really cool place. I had like five celebrity sitings though unfortunately, Hayden was not in that list. Major boohoo. Otherwise, here is the next chapter. And note to MoonRider who asked in my reviews who Anakin will end up with read this chapter then my note at the end.
Chapter 4: Compassion
Khariya was already in bed. Having been spending her time rowing a boat all day had tired her out. She spent the day crying and alone on a boat in the middle of the lake thinking of her confusing feelings. Just thinking about Anakin and Padmè alone on the meadows. If only she could switch places with Padmè… How happy she could make Anakin never denying him anything he wanted and needed. If only he had loved her not Padmè. Life would have been so much easier. The whole day she silently cried. Padmè denied any feelings that she was harboring for Anakin. If that were true then why had neither of them invite her to the meadow picnic with them?
Just as Khariya was about to fall asleep, she heard Anakin's door slam and angry stomps next door.
"Anakin," she whispered. She jumped out of bed and slipped on a thin silk robe. She stood at the door in hesitation. She could feel his anger through the wood wall and feel the heat radiating from it. She slowly opened the door and saw him. She nearly choked in his appearance.
If there were any doubt that in Khariya's mind that Anakin wasn't perfect it was all gone now. The moonlight danced at every turn and curve of his body. His muscles were so well defined under his tunic and his hair so absolutely sexy as it blew through the wind. And damn his eyes… Truth be told he was too good looking for his own well being… But Khariya regained composure and started to walk to him on the balcony.
"Ani?" she called softly.
"Leave, Khariya," he snapped.
"What's wrong Ani?" she persisted bravely standing near him though she could see that any aggravation in arm's distance could be attacked with the way his whole body was tense.
"I said, leave," he growled menacingly.
"Not until you tell me what's wrong." She walked in front of him, her arms crossed and determined.
"No. Now leave." He walked forward to the balcony pushing Khariya to the side with his shoulder but she only came back. "Khariya please… I just need to be alone."
"No one needs to be alone, Ani," she answered wisely. "I'm going to make you tell me anyways."
"Why?" he said frustrated. "It doesn't even really matter. I'm to be a Jedi. That means that I don't feel this. I'm above feeling."
"You're human are you not?" Khariya said patiently.
"That has nothing to do with this."
"Humans feel."
"I'm one that doesn't."
"Well, I do and may my makers know…" she trailed off. Anakin felt the emotion behind her voice but his anger restrained him from using the Force to pinpoint exactly. He looked at her and saw she was shaking from… cold? He didn't know. "Whatever you maybe feeling at this moment, If it were to make you happier, Make you be what you want tp be… a Jedi, then I would take all the pain and suffering from you. You're one of my best friends Anakin and that serves for enough reason for me to be compassionate toward you. That's what I have Anakin. Compassion." Anakin felt guilty and hypocritical. Only days before he had told Padmè that he considered compassion as unconditional love. Now Khariya was proclaiming him the object of compassion. In other words, unconditional love.
"Come inside with me Khariya," Anakin said putting his hand on her back and ushering her into the room. He heard her teeth chatter and covered her with a blanket when they sat down on his large bed.
"What happened?" Khariya asked feeling herself warm up to more than just the blanket. She felt Anakin using the Force to send warm shiver down her spine and she just smiled at him knowingly.
"It was this whole day…" he started beginning with the short kiss he and Padmè had shared that morning, the picnic at the meadows, dinner and ended when he finally confessed that he had feelings for her. By the end, Anakin had tears in his eyes angrily cursing the universe for making the two things he wanted in life incompatible.
"Oh, Ani," she consoled. "I'm sorry…" She slipped out of her blanket and embraced the sad man into her arms. She put his sobbing head in the curve of her neck and shoulders and felt hot tears and muffled sobs. Khariya now knew that she truly did love Anakin for she was about to push him away from her to a decision that would leave her miserable for the rest of her life but leave Anakin happy beyond her wildest dreams. That was all she wanted now. For Anakin to be happy. Knowing she might as well kill herself right then she said her solution. "There's a way, Ani," she whispered tears in her eyes, knowing she'd never have him after this. "But you must be patient." Anakin looked at her confused.
"I can be patient," Anakin said in a voice of a small child. He saw that she was crying as well. Her thoughts were still guarded so he didn't know why it was taking so much from Khariya to say what she was saying.
"Before this is over, I promise you, Padmè will give in to what she feels," Khariya said, firmly, softly wiping the tears from his face.
"You don't know that…" Anakin said sadly.
"Trust me Ani." Her fingers were now tracing his face. "And when this IS over, you'll be together. The only thing you have to do is let it take it's path. You can't hurry these things, Anakin," she sobbed looking at him miserably.
"Now tell me what's wrong with you," Anakin demanded. Ever since I told you my problems you've been crying." Realizing that her sobs were a bit harder now, she controlled herself and stood up and away from Anakin.
"I'm fine Ani. I just… I wish things didn't have to be this way with you," she answered. Anakin knew that she was telling the truth but not the whole of it. "Do you want a distraction?" she asked suddenly, wiping herself dry. Anakin nodded. "Follow me then," she smiled. Khariya took his hand and led them out. "It's our last night together Ani. I'll make it our best." She thought.
Well... I'm trying to give myself a challenge on already having a specific ending and a specific plot and I started this as a story that would follow the AOTC plot *being that I'm also a huge Ani/Ami fan though my fics won't be Ani/Ami. read my bio for the explanation for that* but at this moment i'm sort of still deciding who will end up with whom. So just keep reading please. I'll try to get this story as best as I can.
Be a responsible reader.
Please read and review. :)
Chapter 4: Compassion
Khariya was already in bed. Having been spending her time rowing a boat all day had tired her out. She spent the day crying and alone on a boat in the middle of the lake thinking of her confusing feelings. Just thinking about Anakin and Padmè alone on the meadows. If only she could switch places with Padmè… How happy she could make Anakin never denying him anything he wanted and needed. If only he had loved her not Padmè. Life would have been so much easier. The whole day she silently cried. Padmè denied any feelings that she was harboring for Anakin. If that were true then why had neither of them invite her to the meadow picnic with them?
Just as Khariya was about to fall asleep, she heard Anakin's door slam and angry stomps next door.
"Anakin," she whispered. She jumped out of bed and slipped on a thin silk robe. She stood at the door in hesitation. She could feel his anger through the wood wall and feel the heat radiating from it. She slowly opened the door and saw him. She nearly choked in his appearance.
If there were any doubt that in Khariya's mind that Anakin wasn't perfect it was all gone now. The moonlight danced at every turn and curve of his body. His muscles were so well defined under his tunic and his hair so absolutely sexy as it blew through the wind. And damn his eyes… Truth be told he was too good looking for his own well being… But Khariya regained composure and started to walk to him on the balcony.
"Ani?" she called softly.
"Leave, Khariya," he snapped.
"What's wrong Ani?" she persisted bravely standing near him though she could see that any aggravation in arm's distance could be attacked with the way his whole body was tense.
"I said, leave," he growled menacingly.
"Not until you tell me what's wrong." She walked in front of him, her arms crossed and determined.
"No. Now leave." He walked forward to the balcony pushing Khariya to the side with his shoulder but she only came back. "Khariya please… I just need to be alone."
"No one needs to be alone, Ani," she answered wisely. "I'm going to make you tell me anyways."
"Why?" he said frustrated. "It doesn't even really matter. I'm to be a Jedi. That means that I don't feel this. I'm above feeling."
"You're human are you not?" Khariya said patiently.
"That has nothing to do with this."
"Humans feel."
"I'm one that doesn't."
"Well, I do and may my makers know…" she trailed off. Anakin felt the emotion behind her voice but his anger restrained him from using the Force to pinpoint exactly. He looked at her and saw she was shaking from… cold? He didn't know. "Whatever you maybe feeling at this moment, If it were to make you happier, Make you be what you want tp be… a Jedi, then I would take all the pain and suffering from you. You're one of my best friends Anakin and that serves for enough reason for me to be compassionate toward you. That's what I have Anakin. Compassion." Anakin felt guilty and hypocritical. Only days before he had told Padmè that he considered compassion as unconditional love. Now Khariya was proclaiming him the object of compassion. In other words, unconditional love.
"Come inside with me Khariya," Anakin said putting his hand on her back and ushering her into the room. He heard her teeth chatter and covered her with a blanket when they sat down on his large bed.
"What happened?" Khariya asked feeling herself warm up to more than just the blanket. She felt Anakin using the Force to send warm shiver down her spine and she just smiled at him knowingly.
"It was this whole day…" he started beginning with the short kiss he and Padmè had shared that morning, the picnic at the meadows, dinner and ended when he finally confessed that he had feelings for her. By the end, Anakin had tears in his eyes angrily cursing the universe for making the two things he wanted in life incompatible.
"Oh, Ani," she consoled. "I'm sorry…" She slipped out of her blanket and embraced the sad man into her arms. She put his sobbing head in the curve of her neck and shoulders and felt hot tears and muffled sobs. Khariya now knew that she truly did love Anakin for she was about to push him away from her to a decision that would leave her miserable for the rest of her life but leave Anakin happy beyond her wildest dreams. That was all she wanted now. For Anakin to be happy. Knowing she might as well kill herself right then she said her solution. "There's a way, Ani," she whispered tears in her eyes, knowing she'd never have him after this. "But you must be patient." Anakin looked at her confused.
"I can be patient," Anakin said in a voice of a small child. He saw that she was crying as well. Her thoughts were still guarded so he didn't know why it was taking so much from Khariya to say what she was saying.
"Before this is over, I promise you, Padmè will give in to what she feels," Khariya said, firmly, softly wiping the tears from his face.
"You don't know that…" Anakin said sadly.
"Trust me Ani." Her fingers were now tracing his face. "And when this IS over, you'll be together. The only thing you have to do is let it take it's path. You can't hurry these things, Anakin," she sobbed looking at him miserably.
"Now tell me what's wrong with you," Anakin demanded. Ever since I told you my problems you've been crying." Realizing that her sobs were a bit harder now, she controlled herself and stood up and away from Anakin.
"I'm fine Ani. I just… I wish things didn't have to be this way with you," she answered. Anakin knew that she was telling the truth but not the whole of it. "Do you want a distraction?" she asked suddenly, wiping herself dry. Anakin nodded. "Follow me then," she smiled. Khariya took his hand and led them out. "It's our last night together Ani. I'll make it our best." She thought.
Well... I'm trying to give myself a challenge on already having a specific ending and a specific plot and I started this as a story that would follow the AOTC plot *being that I'm also a huge Ani/Ami fan though my fics won't be Ani/Ami. read my bio for the explanation for that* but at this moment i'm sort of still deciding who will end up with whom. So just keep reading please. I'll try to get this story as best as I can.
Be a responsible reader.
Please read and review. :)
