Xxnikegoddess: hey guys I've just come back from holiday so im officially back to fanfic..bored bored and very jetlagged woke up at 3:30 pm today..hehe..anyway I wrote this one while I was on holiday, on some scrap paper while I was in bed with flu..so enjoy and PLEASE review..flame..whatever you want.
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Both blades were stuck in stalemate-they knew the other's styles, blocks and strikes as if they were their own. It had always been Obi-Wan and Anakin, Kenobi and Skywalker, the wise negotiator who never panicked, with his former Padawan, the Chosen One with unmatched brash power and skill with the blade. Brothers in arms, best friends for life, two separate halves of a single Jedi powerhouse of a warrior. Theywere a team unbeaten, each individual's unique traits molding with the others' in perfect complementary form.
No one ever thought they'd hear the conjunction of 'Obi-Wan and Anakin' disappear, even in death. They would've gone down together.
Obi-Wan versus Anakin- why that was nothing short of blasphemy in its own right.
Although Anakin could feel his opponent retreating and giving him the offensive front throughout, he was too caught up in his rage to realize it was just part of Kenobi's strategy. Unlike himself, Obi-Wan always relied on crafy tactics, slow, planned strategies and creative swordsplay to get the better of his opponent. Anakin should've known that better than anyone else.
Obi-Wan realized they would be stuck in this stalemate possibly for hours-more than hours. Although Anakin's power was undeniable, Kenobi knew from years of sparring practice with his your apprentice what his weaknesses were. Obi-Wan could easily have won this battle a long time ago. It was the simple job of actually striking Anakin down, that Obi-Wan couldn't do. His mind would rather have guided his saber into himself than cut down the life of young Skywalker.
The battle had taken on a whole new degree of action now. The constant hums and grinds of saber exchanges took on an almost double acceleration in tempo, leaps sidestepped effortlessly and wheels of blue energy bouncing around so furiously, disturbing the air around them.
"Don't make me destroy you," Anakin snarled like a beast, as he met Obi-Wan's jumping rapid sai combo with a simple flying kick mid air.
Obi-Wan didn't reply, his eyes burrowed in deep concentration as his saber swung and grinded in front of him.
Anakin directed Obi-Wan's rushing blade into a control panel, but it was already broken and there was no damage except from the fist that lashed into Obi-Wan's jaw.
Obi-Wan allowed the force to guide the impact he received from the punch into an elegant backward roll. Ignoring the bitter taste of blood in his mouth, he kept his ground as Anakin leapt towards him. Concentrating fiercly, he let the force guide the heavy, focused swings of his lightsaber at his side. As Anakin's blade descended down on him in a rush of speed, he struck his palm out, channeling all the force that flowed from his veins to create a focus shockwave, a force of enermy surrounding the master Jedi and catching young Skywalker mid-air with full impact. Anakin was flung back into the wall with a heavy thud.
"Anakin Skywalker is dead! You killed him!" Obi-Wan did not speak his first words, but rather howled them bitterly like a wounded animal. Old master Kenobi, famous for his ever present calm and witty humor, even among life and death situations, had finally lost it at the hands of the one his own master had prophesized to be the chosen one; the boy he had come to know as his own son.
He closed his eyes, remembering his feeling when he had first met the small 9 year old on Tatooine. He had always been a little weary of the boy, from the very moment Qui-Gon had mentioned the prophecy. He remembered little Anakin staring at his padawan braid curiously, his jaw moving doubtfully. The confusion he felt while he watched Qui-Gon's body turn into ashes. The excitement in his face when his first lightsaber was placed into his hands! The awe in his eyes when he watched Obi-Wan demonstrate what could be done with the force. He remembered how Anakin-
-was now swinging his lightsaber in a dizzying, spectacular whirlwind of blue. Round and round, faster and faster like a tornado it went, his black gloved hand disappearing under an electrifying haze of plasma energy. Calling upon the power of the dark side, Anakin executed his final blow with a deadly sweeping strike.
But Obi-Wan met it with a block of equal determination and will, and Anakin's eyes lit up with fury as two forces of blue met in air, defying each other.
And then by instinct, the two former partners brought their palms out in unison, each knowing the other's intended action. It was as if the Force was magnetizing their hands together. And they both called upon it; Obi-Wan from the light, Anakin from the dark, and their palms met not one inch of each other, an invisible energy force field separating the two. Inside the little space was the only thing connecting the Jedi and Sith now-the knowledge that the other was the enemy. And it was the hatred of his enemy from Anakin, and the hatred of what the dark side had done to his brother from Obi-Wan, that finally drove the two apart. Anakin and his former master were thrown across the room to opposite ends, crashing into the control panels among the dead bodies scattered on the floor.
Anakin was not affected by the crash, and leapt up almost the second he landed in the corner. Grabbing his lightsaber, he leapt into the air and landed on one of the security hologram projectors in the centre aisle of the room. Running across the series of tables, his grip tightened on his glowing lightsaber. Tireless as he was, he had had enough. He had earned this moment, to wipe out the very last of the Jedi just as he had earned this enormous power and earned his unborn baby in Padme's belly. He had worked for it, killed for it, sacrificed himself for it, and earned it all himself. Now he was going to savor his prize. Somewhere in Coruscant his master Darth Sidious would finally bring the 850 years of Master Yoda's life to an end, and Vader would do the same to Obi-Wan Kenobi's beating heart. The Sith would finally have their revenge.
A dazed Obi-Wan groggily forced his eyes open and found he had barely a second to quickly roll to the side and let Anakin's saber hack into the metal plate and mangled wires of the control panel. A shower of fire white ember sparks rained down on them an an alarm began to while warningly, alerting them the force shield generator had been damaged by Anakin's blow. The shields, the force fields of energy supporting the building, the whole building, from the control room they were in to the small entrance door, was about to collapse.
Into the deadly lava below.
Anakin and Obi-Wan both felt the shudder as the construction hung loosely in air for a second-then ran.
They ran, from each other, from dignity, from the conflict. They simply ran for their lives. Or so Obi-Wan thought. He saw Anakin sprinting towards Obi-Wan, still determined to destroy the old man, deadly lava or not. He was sick of games.
Obi-Wan sighed as he watched his former apprentice dash at him, still intent on convicting the murder. He stuck his foot out, and watched as Anakin fell through the air, his saber handle flying after him. Lying on the table, Anakin rolled over to see Obi-Wan look down on him pitifully. His former master's saber was poised above his chest, ready for the kill.
Don't give me that pitiful look, Anakin snarled in his mind. He knew Obi-Wan could sense it. Don't look at me like you're sorry to kill me-that you're sorry you made me lose. Kill me if you want, but don't you dare look at me like that. I'm not just another one of your victims you're going to have to kill.
Obi-Wan did not reply, in speech or mind, but simply looked down at his previous Padawan with great pain. So this was the end. Of everything. Obi-Wan couldn't quite finish it himself, but he let the force guide the glow of blue down, down straight down at Anakin's heart.
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Comments! Suggestions! Just a note-I really suck at describing all the machinery and force field thingies and all that…so I know it's quite weak there. And yes as it says in the summary I do have a twist plot planned, so watch this space! Oh and I just wanted to thank Bane the mad demon slayer, leigh the wonderlord, hareiyu and Erica Wattson for constantly reviewing and giving suggestions throughout the chapters. Thanks guys, they mean a lot to me. Nikegoddess, out.