The Untold Chronicles Of The Kenobi's Chapter 3, a star wars fanfic

This chapter will not be as long as I wanted it to be, but with it posted it means that I can focus on my exams.

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obiisgod: Don't die. This chapter is the one that you were wanting from the first moment I wrote this. Brothers are weird so don't let him get to you and no throwing Obi-Wan against any walls! Exams are the evil which lurks around the place, especially Chemistry and Maths.

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On a deliciously warm day with a slight cool breeze, two Jedi were out and about making the best of the wondrous Alderaanian day. Since Obi-Wan Kenobi and Keitha Tanmarson had arrived at jade retreat, Alderaan in all her infinite beauty and wisdom had seen it fit to bless the wanderers with weather and scenery which could melt the heart of any workaholic. Both Jedi had chosen to spend their mid afternoon differently with Obi-Wan meditating on soft, almost luxurious cushions while Keitha was perfecting her lightsaber skills against a remote.

Obi-Wan broke his trance as again, for the 10th time that afternoon his Padawan sent over feelings of frustration through their bond. It was obvious through the weakened bond, due to the distance between the master and his apprentice that Anakin was having a hard time dealing with the slow process involved in this round of examinations. Obi-Wan suppressed the smile which he felt touch his blue eyes as he thought of the head strong late teen struggling to deal with the slow process surrounding this particular stage of examinations. He opened his eyes to the sight before him. Sunset was about 2 hours off from the positioning of the gold sun in the sky. The afternoons were coming earlier because of the fast arriving winter months. He really didn't like winter, it was far too cold for his sake, but this time of the year was a perfect formula weather wise.

As his eyes wandered around the luscious landscape surrounding the retreat he found himself drawn to the sight of his fellow Jedi training. Obi-Wan smiled slightly as he let himself take in this view. Keitha was wearing her hair in tight warriors' braids, pulling all of the mischievous strands away from her face. A loose fit tunic clung to her body, a result of the light mist in the air, not from sweat. Her style of clothing was almost unique, from a culture to which he had not yet been privy. Occasionally, more often recently, he allowed himself to look at her in this light. They had been together for a week and a half and he was starting to loose control of what little self control he had to begin with when he was around this woman.

Again he smiled, wider this time, catching a flash from the young menace he had left back on Coruscaunt. It appeared said menace had been hit by a remote as penance for not paying total attention in his tests. Keitha caught the smile as she shut down her purple lightsaber. She walked towards him.

"Pardon me, but when is dinner?"

Obi-Wan looked up into the blue eyes dancing in front of him. "At sunset I believe."

Keitha shook her head and walked away towards the retreat. "I have a call to make, if the person sees it fit to actually answer this time. I will see you at dinner."

Obi-Wan smiled at her vanishing back. "Then that is when I'll see you."

Keitha stopped and turned around, a quizzical look etched upon her face. "Since when did you begin to sound like Yoda?"

She turned and disappeared into the building before he could offer any retort.

'Dinner had been delicious.' Obi-Wan had arrived at this conclusion as he sat in front of the fire place set up in the study. 'And I had wonderful company.'

Keitha and Obi-Wan had talked again over the table set out before them of previous lives and dark adventures. Keitha seemed to have almost as many as Obi-Wan! But now they had retired for a peaceful evening in the study before retiring to bed. Yet, even with this setting there was a tension in the room. Obi-Wan was having trouble staying in his comfortable chair and so it would seem was Keitha. He was trying to keep his mind on the disturbing documents on his data pad in front of him. Apparently, a small section of the senate was considering breaking away from the rest, bringing chaos and confusion to the Republic. He read on, trying to concentrate on this group headed by Count Duku, calling themselves the Separatists, but all the while failing miserably. Keitha was sitting on the floor cross legged meditating. Every time she seemed to reach out to the full extent of the Force she would be drawn back by her own emotions and feelings. Not that Obi-Wan knew but he was staring in all her dreams now, her visions. He plagued her feelings day and night.

The fire seemed to know of this tension and pulsed in time with their individual worries. A large coal and a load of sparks burst out from the fire place, flying across the room. Keitha jumped up to her feet.

"I can't do this anymore! I have to go!"

Obi-Wan dropped the data pad to the floor and rose to his feet. His voice started off quiet but ended up almost yelling. "What do you mean you can't do this? You can't just leave! You have to do this!" he crossed half of the floor towards her in 3 swift steps. She walked towards him, tears stinging her eyes.

"Why the kriff should I?" Her yells ripped through Obi-Wan's core. He couldn't face it. Fear clouded his mind. He felt like he had no control, like his brain was just running shotgun for his mouth.

"Because I love you! That's why you can't leave!" His deep yells vibrated through the room, echoing out to silence. He couldn't believe he had just said that, and obviously it was the last thing Keitha expected if the silence in the room was anything to go by.

"What?" Keitha's voice was just a whisper but it carried. Obi-Wan starts to back away slowly, still not quite understanding what just took place.

He still didn't know what hit him when a warm hand touched his face, pulled him around to face the owner of the hand. Then without warning to the shocked man, the face to which he had grown accustomed kissed him.

If you like, tell me. If you hate, tell me. It's the only way I can learn.