Anakin was enjoying his ice cold bath. The water rushing out from several holes in the ceiling of the cave was fast flowing. He swam or rather let the current carry him a little further down the tunnel where the water was deep enough, nearly coming to his chest. Loosening his muscles he relaxed and concentrated on calming his mind, which was a jumble of emotions.
Sure enough the ice cold water did the trick and within a quarter of an hour he felt refreshed and ready to take on the world. He turned around and called up the soap and shampoo lying on a nearby boulder. After soaping himself, he applied a generous amount of shampoo on his hair. With both his hands he worked up a sizable lather-he hadn't shampooed his hair since his escape from Theed.
"Wonder how the Queen is doing," Anakin was thinking as he lathered his hair, when he thought he heard a familiar giggle above the roar of the water. Hurriedly Anakin splashed some water on his face, washing the foam off his eyes he glanced back.
"Hey! Can't a guy have some privacy" He shouted as he turned around. He had sensed her presence but what he saw he wouldn't have expected in a thousand years. The most outrageous sight met his eyes. There she was the Queen of Naboo, standing on the ledge that stretched along the length of the cave, holding out a stick and grinning at him.
Anakin watched with mute horror as she waved the little white clothing at the end of the stick. A look of pained crossed his features as he recognized his underwear briefs.
She waved it tauntingly in his face pulling it away from him just as he reached out to grab at it, laughing and squealing at the same time.
Anakin jumped for the stick and would have caught it, had he not realized just then that his leap if completed was going to clear him waist high out of the water. At the last moment he changed his mind, diving back for the ledge and holding onto it to stop his body's flight out of the water. Quickly he looked at the Queen.
Amidala screamed and slapped her hands across her eyes. Anakin sighed with relief thankful she had the gentility to hide her eyes. He grabbed at the briefs-now swirling in the water and immediately put them on. He felt secure to a degree.
"Hey! Anakin! Does this belong to you?" Amidala shouted over the din of the rushing water.
"What!" He said as he whirled around. He had a bad feeling about it even before he faced her.
"There she said," pointing towards the rushing water. Anakin spotted something brown swirling in the rushing water. It was his trousers, being carried away by the currents-directly towards the sinkhole. In the split second that Anakin looked at the garment as it drifted further- he had visions of standing before chief Wakabu-his whole tribe rolling on the floor laughing as he stood there minus his trousers.
"This is not my day." He said as he dove into the treacherously fast currents after his trouser. His head breaking the water further upstream, just as he made a grab for his pants, it disappeared into the churning vortex under one of the thundering falls that spilt from above. Anakin made a desperate lunge for it-she looked with horror, as his body was slammed down hard by the weight of the falling water, sending him under.
It seemed like eternity and still he hadn't turned up. Though the cave was echoing with the roar of the water, to Amidala it became deathly silent as she peeled her eyes for any sign of Anakin. Panic gripping her by the seconds.
"Maker what have I done" She thought, stupefied.
She rushed along the ledge, eyes darting fearfully as she scanned the water. She saw something white in the shimmering water- she caught her breath, clutching at her breasts as a human form materialized. Anakin's lifeless body broke the surface, just floating there like a broken doll. Amidala looked in stunned horror as the limp figure floating facedown seemed to rotate for a while-almost in slow motion-then it drifted down the tunnel.
"Anakin!" She screamed. Running to a point ahead of the drifting body, she jumped into the water, which was fast here by all accounts. Hanging onto a rock outcropping she reached out for his inert form as it drifted by; just managing to touch her fingers to his, lazily and tauntingly it drifted away out of her reach. Amidala screamed as he disappeared. She stared shell-shocked at the opening of the sinkhole, which had swallowed him.
Sure enough the ice cold water did the trick and within a quarter of an hour he felt refreshed and ready to take on the world. He turned around and called up the soap and shampoo lying on a nearby boulder. After soaping himself, he applied a generous amount of shampoo on his hair. With both his hands he worked up a sizable lather-he hadn't shampooed his hair since his escape from Theed.
"Wonder how the Queen is doing," Anakin was thinking as he lathered his hair, when he thought he heard a familiar giggle above the roar of the water. Hurriedly Anakin splashed some water on his face, washing the foam off his eyes he glanced back.
"Hey! Can't a guy have some privacy" He shouted as he turned around. He had sensed her presence but what he saw he wouldn't have expected in a thousand years. The most outrageous sight met his eyes. There she was the Queen of Naboo, standing on the ledge that stretched along the length of the cave, holding out a stick and grinning at him.
Anakin watched with mute horror as she waved the little white clothing at the end of the stick. A look of pained crossed his features as he recognized his underwear briefs.
She waved it tauntingly in his face pulling it away from him just as he reached out to grab at it, laughing and squealing at the same time.
Anakin jumped for the stick and would have caught it, had he not realized just then that his leap if completed was going to clear him waist high out of the water. At the last moment he changed his mind, diving back for the ledge and holding onto it to stop his body's flight out of the water. Quickly he looked at the Queen.
Amidala screamed and slapped her hands across her eyes. Anakin sighed with relief thankful she had the gentility to hide her eyes. He grabbed at the briefs-now swirling in the water and immediately put them on. He felt secure to a degree.
"Hey! Anakin! Does this belong to you?" Amidala shouted over the din of the rushing water.
"What!" He said as he whirled around. He had a bad feeling about it even before he faced her.
"There she said," pointing towards the rushing water. Anakin spotted something brown swirling in the rushing water. It was his trousers, being carried away by the currents-directly towards the sinkhole. In the split second that Anakin looked at the garment as it drifted further- he had visions of standing before chief Wakabu-his whole tribe rolling on the floor laughing as he stood there minus his trousers.
"This is not my day." He said as he dove into the treacherously fast currents after his trouser. His head breaking the water further upstream, just as he made a grab for his pants, it disappeared into the churning vortex under one of the thundering falls that spilt from above. Anakin made a desperate lunge for it-she looked with horror, as his body was slammed down hard by the weight of the falling water, sending him under.
It seemed like eternity and still he hadn't turned up. Though the cave was echoing with the roar of the water, to Amidala it became deathly silent as she peeled her eyes for any sign of Anakin. Panic gripping her by the seconds.
"Maker what have I done" She thought, stupefied.
She rushed along the ledge, eyes darting fearfully as she scanned the water. She saw something white in the shimmering water- she caught her breath, clutching at her breasts as a human form materialized. Anakin's lifeless body broke the surface, just floating there like a broken doll. Amidala looked in stunned horror as the limp figure floating facedown seemed to rotate for a while-almost in slow motion-then it drifted down the tunnel.
"Anakin!" She screamed. Running to a point ahead of the drifting body, she jumped into the water, which was fast here by all accounts. Hanging onto a rock outcropping she reached out for his inert form as it drifted by; just managing to touch her fingers to his, lazily and tauntingly it drifted away out of her reach. Amidala screamed as he disappeared. She stared shell-shocked at the opening of the sinkhole, which had swallowed him.