Chancellor Palpatine
A/N: Alright. Third chapter, Yay, I genuinely didn't think my attention span was long enough for me to do this much- but what d'ya know? So, hope you're still enjoying it, and I know the accents here are a little like cockney down the market stuff, but it was written while under the influence of this bloody amazing song… My David Beckham Earrings from Argos actually which is… Anyway, it really rocked.
"You look a little down champ."
Anakin winced, he couldn't remember being called champ since he was ten, and for good reason.
Chancellor Palpatine took the boys silence as enticement for a lecture, "this looks like girl troubles." He said girl with just a hint of sarcasm, but the boy barely noticed, he wasn't accustomed to paying attention to voices other than his own.
"Sort of. How'd y'know?"
Satisfied his guidance was being appreciated, for once; he took up a chair and sat next to the young Padawan. "I've had my experience with the darker side of the sex, if y'know what I mean."
He paused for laughs, when none came, he went on. "They're all bad news really. Girls, boys… Partners in general. They all just get in the way in the long run."
"The way of what?" Anakin was intrigued, not such a rare trait.
"Life." After realising just how vague he's answer had been, the Chancellor expanded, "I mean look at me. High flying successful, loaded, great looking if I don't say so myself…"
Anakin waited, tense, trying to figure out if it was meant to be a joke or not. Nope, the chancellor went on, he's ego really was that big.
"… Do you see me settling down any time soon?"
He shrugged, not quite interpreting the advice, or understanding if the question was supposed to be rhetorical. "So, you're telling me to be a Spinster, like every other bloody Jedi. Not very original, is it?"
"Well, as a chancellor, I'm telling you to follow the rules and be exactly like every other a Jedi, but as a friend, like I said, Annie, look at me. I'm not settling down, because I don't need to. I've got 'em literally throwing themselves at me, that's what power does. Show a girl- or whoever- a little power, and they're begging for more."
"It's a girl." Anakin fidgeted, awkward at what Palpatine was implying.
"Calm down… I saw you last night…" The chancellor registered the shock on the young Padawan's face and changed his tactics a little. "I'm not going to approve of mixing business with pleasure, but your secrets safe with me, alright kiddo?"
Again Anakin winced, what was it with the out of character pet names? "Yeah, thanks mate." He took his chance to leave the conversation, baffled, and just a tad over-whelmed.
Palpatine watched him go, trying to hold back a little smile. The idea had been planted, now all he had to do was wait until it blossomed into something great. He could almost see it already, everything falling into place.
Anakin was young, easily manipulated, too easily actually, almost took the fun out of it. Almost.
He recognised the signs. Determination, it had the potential to ruin even the most noble of intentions, twisting and tweezing at them till they were no longer recognisable. Anakin was in love, first and foremost. He'd crumble soon, and when he did, he would be there, a guiding light, as it were, leading the way to Obi-Wans heart, and with it, the dark side.
Dn dn dn… That was it for the third chapter, keep reviewing. You know I love them, and PLEZ tell me if I've made a really big horrible mistake, and should just leave this writing thing to the professionals- but if you've red all the way down to here then you probably like it, right?
