Possession
Inspired by the Yu-Gi-Oh fanfiction by Edmondia Dantes by the same name, with permission
By Anakin SkyWolf
Summary: AU. The people around Anakin Skywalker reflect on his other half, Darth Vader.
PG-13 for violence
For those of you who are familiar with Dia's Possession, this does NOT include the sensuality or sexuality that are in the Yu-Gi-Oh version. Anakin and Vader are NOT lovers in this. They are symbionts.
This starts out where it should… the beginning.
Chapter I
The Second Birth
He's always been special. He has… powers, abilities, that make him unusual. His friends don't see those talents, but I do. I cannot help seeing him in a different way. He is different. It has always been so.
Can he be blamed for who he is? I do not think so, for his abilities spring from something deeper than him. Something bigger than him. It may be that he is destined for great things. Or terrible things.
For I have seen another him.
Another side of him, one that I cannot explain fully.
He is so young, and yet he has seen so much. Great suffering, deep despair. He has seen the life of a slave.
It must have been inevitable that he would find a way to deal with things.
It pains me to know how he has, though.
His other side is fleeting, showing only at moments of terrible anger. I first saw the other one long ago.
It was about three years ago. He was six, and very sweet. Bright-eyed, optimistic, and as clever as the Karrinian woodscat. He cared about everyone. He still does.
In the marketplace, he and I were walking home from Watto's shop. It was around midyear, near the time of Boonta. So the Podraces were just around the bend. Rough beings from around the galaxy had centered on Mos Espa, and it was a dangerous time of year. I was keeping him close, trying to protect him.
But he was the one to protect me. As we turned a corner, a Twi'lek male grabbed me by the wrist and shoved me against the rough stone wall. I tried to scream, but he covered my mouth with his own, and began to rip at my clothing. He was very large, and I was overpowered. I prayed that help would come soon, but did not expect it.
As my skirt tore off, I felt a wave of despair sweep through me. I knew that many women who were hurt in this way were killed afterward, and I feared for my son. Who would care for him, if he lost his mother?
The Twi'lek's hand grabbed my thigh, but I abruptly felt his claws slice over my skin, and I could breathe again. I opened my eyes to see him fall backwards, knocked into the sand. He came up spitting grit, and I saw a blur land on him, grabbing his lekku and tying them into a knot. The Twi'lek screamed, and was thrown on his back. The blur wrapped hands around my tormentor's throat, and the Twi'lek cried for mercy.
My vision cleared, and I saw just who was defending me.
My son. My son, choking my enemy. My son, with his blue eyes blazing, was killing the Twi'lek.
I cried for him to stop, begging him to let the Twi'lek go. By now, the large male was unconscious. I plead with my son, for the Twi'lek could no longer hurt me.
His eyes turned to me, and he released his deadly grip. Rising to his feet, he calmly strode to me, picking up my skirt. Giving me a slight nod, he suddenly swayed. When he looked up at me once more, I saw confusion and fear in his eyes. Glancing at the skirt in his hands, he sniffed, and wrapped his arms around my waist, covering me with the skirt and burying his face in my belly.
"What did I do?"
Feedback is appreciated.
Inspired by the Yu-Gi-Oh fanfiction by Edmondia Dantes by the same name, with permission
By Anakin SkyWolf
Summary: AU. The people around Anakin Skywalker reflect on his other half, Darth Vader.
PG-13 for violence
For those of you who are familiar with Dia's Possession, this does NOT include the sensuality or sexuality that are in the Yu-Gi-Oh version. Anakin and Vader are NOT lovers in this. They are symbionts.
This starts out where it should… the beginning.
Chapter I
The Second Birth
He's always been special. He has… powers, abilities, that make him unusual. His friends don't see those talents, but I do. I cannot help seeing him in a different way. He is different. It has always been so.
Can he be blamed for who he is? I do not think so, for his abilities spring from something deeper than him. Something bigger than him. It may be that he is destined for great things. Or terrible things.
For I have seen another him.
Another side of him, one that I cannot explain fully.
He is so young, and yet he has seen so much. Great suffering, deep despair. He has seen the life of a slave.
It must have been inevitable that he would find a way to deal with things.
It pains me to know how he has, though.
His other side is fleeting, showing only at moments of terrible anger. I first saw the other one long ago.
It was about three years ago. He was six, and very sweet. Bright-eyed, optimistic, and as clever as the Karrinian woodscat. He cared about everyone. He still does.
In the marketplace, he and I were walking home from Watto's shop. It was around midyear, near the time of Boonta. So the Podraces were just around the bend. Rough beings from around the galaxy had centered on Mos Espa, and it was a dangerous time of year. I was keeping him close, trying to protect him.
But he was the one to protect me. As we turned a corner, a Twi'lek male grabbed me by the wrist and shoved me against the rough stone wall. I tried to scream, but he covered my mouth with his own, and began to rip at my clothing. He was very large, and I was overpowered. I prayed that help would come soon, but did not expect it.
As my skirt tore off, I felt a wave of despair sweep through me. I knew that many women who were hurt in this way were killed afterward, and I feared for my son. Who would care for him, if he lost his mother?
The Twi'lek's hand grabbed my thigh, but I abruptly felt his claws slice over my skin, and I could breathe again. I opened my eyes to see him fall backwards, knocked into the sand. He came up spitting grit, and I saw a blur land on him, grabbing his lekku and tying them into a knot. The Twi'lek screamed, and was thrown on his back. The blur wrapped hands around my tormentor's throat, and the Twi'lek cried for mercy.
My vision cleared, and I saw just who was defending me.
My son. My son, choking my enemy. My son, with his blue eyes blazing, was killing the Twi'lek.
I cried for him to stop, begging him to let the Twi'lek go. By now, the large male was unconscious. I plead with my son, for the Twi'lek could no longer hurt me.
His eyes turned to me, and he released his deadly grip. Rising to his feet, he calmly strode to me, picking up my skirt. Giving me a slight nod, he suddenly swayed. When he looked up at me once more, I saw confusion and fear in his eyes. Glancing at the skirt in his hands, he sniffed, and wrapped his arms around my waist, covering me with the skirt and burying his face in my belly.
"What did I do?"
Feedback is appreciated.