Deconstructing Skywalker & Kenobi

by Eryninn

Lyrical thought series from many different perspectives about the team Skywalker and Kenobi. I accept suggestions from people on who to try to pov next. Can be read as gen or slash. Don't like, you don't have to read. Ben's Rebuttal is here.

1. Anakin: My Everything

Title: My Everything.

Rating: G

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. GL does.

Warnings: Not really. It goes from the first movie all the way to the sixth. But nothing spoilery is here, unless you really haven't seen any of the movies.

Summary: Ani's reflections over his lifetime.

Author's Note: Wrote this on the spur of the moment, so it isn't polished at all. It can be read as gen or slash, depending on your mood.

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When I met him, he became the center of my world, though he knew it not.

I wanted him to be my everything.
I wanted there to be my mother's compassion and Qui-Gon's belief in me within his heart.
I wanted him to be strong and full of wisdom like Obi-Wan and to trust and see me like Padme does.

I needed him to slay my fears and guard me from my heedlessness.
I needed him to discipline me firmly, with an authority I would listen to, yet be gentle with me for all my flaws.
I needed him to be perfect in all ways, to never let me down, and found him wanting.

I sought perfection in another and thought I had found it.
I sought a mentor in the man who became a friend and lost my true companion to suspicion.
I sought freedom, not through the boundaries the Jedi provided, but the limitless possibilities offered me.

Forsaking one life, I found myself enslaved in chains of my own making.
Forsaking truth for power, I bought into the lying truths of the one I believed to be my wise friend.
Forsaking my dreams for an obsession, I lost my freedom in a body of metal and wires.

In following one master, I destroyed that which I loved most.
In following the promptings of my feelings, I brought about violent and thorough change to this world.
In following the very impulses I had been taught not to ignore, I cursed my people to exile and drowned myself in blood and lies.

Facing him again, I thought I would free myself from that guilt, that pain.
Facing the mirror of my darkness, I needed to destroy that light for I feared its power revealed the bitter truth to my closed eyes.
Facing the living image of myself in my son's very countenance, I found myself again, found the strength to let go and become what I always desired.

In death, I found him…and found that he was, as he had been in the beginning, my everything.