Chapter Six: The Trinity of Mystery (catchy title ain't it? Oh, PS I use some humor from here which is a very good website, hilarious, you should go there---not NOW! Geesh)
Obi-Wan and Anakin sat on the couch in the living room, eating little spoonfuls of their yogurt without saying a single word. The Padawan could not help but looking up at the older Jedi practically every ten seconds. He didn't know why he had told the camera about the third guest's "secret" possessions. He had sworn to not do that anymore. Yet he found it almost natural now. Get in front of the camera, ruin someone's reputation. It was like blinking... it just happened. Anakin could stop himself for a little while but sooner or later, he couldn't help it any longer.
"Master?" he asked.
Kenobi looked up. For days his pupil had not seemed right. He was quiet and kept to himself far too much than was normal. However, he had decided not to touch upon it and let Anakin bring it up when he was ready. The General had the feeling that this was what was about to be discussed.
"Yes, Anakin?"
He could not bring himself to look into his Master's eyes. "I... what would you... okay, hypothetically say that I hypothetically had been hypothetically telling the entire universe about Yoda's and the guy's and your deepest darkest secrets? Hypothetically of course. What should I do?"
"Hypothetically?"
"Well yeah."
"Oh thank goodness. Because if it wasn't hypothetically and you had actually done those things then I might have to beat the living crap out of you."
Anakin gulped.
Obi-Wan smiled. "But since it's all hypothetical, I'd recommend you not telling me about it and continuing to do it until the author needs another plot device—probably for the end of the story—so it can allow for angst that goes completely against the humor genre they marked this down for."
The Padawan stared blankly.
"But, seriously speaking, is there anything bothering you?"
Anakin shook his head and silently got up to throw out his half-finished yogurt with his Master's eyes never left him.
Kenobi muttered to himself, "I wonder what is eating at my Padawan?"
THE THIRD GUEST'S ROOM
He sat on his bed fuming. The blush in his drawer was now laying their opened and spilling out onto the wooden flooring. Someone had been in his room and when he found out who it was... there would be (wait... they don't believe in hell do they?) there would be whatever to pay.
He unsnapped the shaft from his belt and made his way down the stairs. On the way, he nearly collided with the Skywalker brat who was sprinting to get to his room. The guest held out a hand and grabbed onto the boy's right arm—snap, snap, POP!
Anakin fell to the ground, metallic arm in the other's grasp. The younger man cried out.
The guest made a face of disgust.
"Ew... sorry." He tossed it down to Anakin and he popped it back into place. "Uhh... okay, anyway, you wouldn't happen to know if anyone went into my room today, would you?" He glared hard at Anakin while he started to answer.
"Nope, nope, sorry. Uh-uh. Your room? I don't think so. Hmmm... your...room...can't say that I have—"
"Okay, I get it. Are all Jedi so loquacious?" He didn't wait for an answer before walking down the stairs. The child was probably telling the truth; what motivation would a mere Padawan have for sabotaging everyone else's chances of winning? No, he had a feeling a much wiser, more cunning Jedi was behind this. The guest turned back up the stairs and saw the boy nowhere to be found. Good; he and General Kenobi would need some alone time right now.
"Master Jedi?" He called down sweetly.
"Yes, Third part of our remaining trinity?" came the reply from the kitchen.
The man ran to the room and found Kenobi reading a magazine by the table. Oh, he looked innocent enough. With those baby-blue eyes, that sparkling golden hair, pearly smile, warm hands… ahh! The guest bit his tongue sharply to distract him from any other "trains of thought". It was Jedi magic being used on him now!
"I can not say anything about your rule-breaking. But I know this is perfectly legal!" With that, Darth Maul pulled out his weapon and stood threateningly before Master Kenobi.
"Maul! What are you talking about?" Obi-Wan asked, slowly getting up from the table. "Firstly, I didn't break any rules, secondly, Sly Moore specifically said light-sabers are forbidden!"
"True enough," Maul grinned. "But she never said anything about light-staffs!"
Obi-Wan realized he had just fallen victim to a plot-device loophole. He mentally called out for Anakin and decided against the rules or not, some mind-tricks would need to be used here. But was Maul's mind weak enough? He decided to try it out.
Kenobi waved two fingers in front of Maul. "Say you like to wear ladies' undergarments."
Maul opened his mouth to mimic the Jedi but began to twitch. He slapped himself and barked out, "If I said it, it would only be because of you! Whereas you, Master Kenobi, actually do! I saw it on the television this morning!" The other Jedi did not have time to fake up a denial before Maul continued. "Oh yeah, we all know now. Someone spilled in their interview way back when the show began so the entire universe knows it now, Obi-Wan!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Anakin, who had been too busy……studying (yeah, that's it) to hear his Master's mental call now was shaken thoroughly back into reality as the older gentleman's howl resounded throughout the house. He finished up with a groan of annoyance and opened the door to start his descent down the stairs. However, he soon found himself being thrown back onto his bed. He looked around the room puzzled, trying to see if maybe he had gotten caught or tripped on anything. Yet the only thing he saw was Palpatine at the window.
"Chancellor!" He called out with surprise; how did he manage to open the window all by himself?
"Anakin," the old man said. "You need to win this contest. And what will stop you when Darth Maul kills Obi-Wan Kenobi, and you kill Darth Maul?"
"He's going to kill my Master! But how?" Anakin's subconscious: Woohoo! No more nagging! "And what do you mean I will kill Darth Maul?"
It was then Palpatine unveiled his light-saber.
"EWWW!"
…Not like that.
"Oh, thank the Force."
It was then Palpatine unveiled his literal light-saber and handed it to Anakin.
"Maul loves loopholes. And so do I. The rules said you could not bring a light-saber, but they never said you could not be given one."
Anakin looked up at the Chancellor. "How will I explain this? We're not allowed to have guests—"
"Come inside the house. I'm not technically inside, now am I?"
The Jedi sighed with thought. "Won't I get in trouble for killing one of my fellow-guests?"
"Heavens no! Not when it's for the safety of your best friend."
"But you said Maul will kill him!"
"Look, stop making the author's dialogue look bad and get your butt down stairs."
