Luke…I am your Mushroom
Disclaimer—I don't own Star Wars.
A/N—This is my first Star Wars fic. I randomly decided to write it because after I saw Star Wars III I was obsessed with Star Wars (and Anakin).
You might not get this if you haven't seen Star Wars IIIChapter 1: The Creation of Darth Vader
"OHHH yes, right THERE and a little to the right and now back to the left…"
Just then, Padme walked into the room, surprised to find Anakin chopping up a mushroom with a rather insane look on his face.
Of course, deciding to be paranoid at that very moment, she quickly assumed the worst.
"HahhhhhHHHHhh!" She gasped. "How COULD you? You DO know that I'm PREGNANT with your kid, DON'T YOU?"
Anakin promptly dropped the mushroom.
And the knife.
On to his foot.
"AIIIIIIII! Ow ow ow ow ow ow!" He typically cried.
Back to what we were discussing.
"…" Anakin said in response to Padme's previous comment.
"Hokay, I'm leaving!" He said with an unreadable expression on his face.
Ten Minutes Later…Anakin arrived back in the room no longer Anakin.
He was wearing all black and a cool mask that made him breathe neat.
He said, "I have crossed over to the dark side. I never intended for our relationship to go beyond friends, even though we're married."
"I have thrown myself into a vicious battle with Obi-Wan Kenobi and then I purposely forced myself to slip into the fires. Then I burned and the evil dudes came and put this life-sustaining thing on me."
"You're BREAKING MY HEART!" Padme screamed.
To be continued…A/N: Where that came from I don't know.
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