Anger Issues

By Jessica and David a.k.a. TheWeirdStoryTellersGang

What would happen if Anakin wasn't in the picture until later?) Obi-Wan is in his mid-fifties when he decides to take a Padawan named Natashia. Can he handle her? Will he go insane? Yes, they have their occational fighting, but something is happening, changing in both of them. Is is good or bad is the question.

This is the story instead of Anakin going to the dark side this girl named Natashia goes to the dark side.

Here are the ages for the characters of this story:

Obi-Wan-56 yrs. old

Natashia-13 yrs. old

Anakin-41 yrs. old

Luke-15 yrs. old

(Anakin and Luke will not be in the stories yet. I just put them in for the sake of putting them in, for some reason)

Disclaimer: We don't own Star Wars we only own the character Natashia.

Chapter 1

The Closed Door

"I can't do it!" screamed thirteen year old Natashia. Her hair was long and flowing down her back. Her eyes were joyful light green, but sometimes dusky blue. Her face was paler than most others, and she always had a bright smile on her face. Well, almost always.

Obi-Wan was trying to teach her on how to use the Force to see into the future, but nothing was working. He had been her mentor for some time now, but deep down he was her master.

"Just try again. I'm sure-"

Natashia stood up, furious. She did not have a lot of patience. Her hair followed after her every move, with her eyes growing darker.

"You don't understand," she said in a very mocking tone. Obi-Wan winced, surprised that she would be like this. "I've done this a hundred times over. I can't do this!"

"Natashia," Obi-Wan said in a low commanding voice. He could not let her act like this. She was doing it all too often. Her anger was getting the best of her.

"I am not as special as the others say I am," Natashia said turning taking a few steps away. "I was put here so you can train me because I am so behind!" She turned her face to Obi-Wan so that he could only see her eyes. Her anger was rising. She turned back and paused for a moment. Obi-Wan did not know what she was doing. Should he talk? Should he leave?

She whipped around and said in a deep tone, "I'll never be good." Her hand was curled up into a fist, ready to take action.

"I'm not even as good as the younglings," she said in a softer voice. "I am a pathetic, hopeless-"

"Stop right there young lady," Obi-Wan said.

"I am not a young lady!" Natashia said stomping her foot down. "I am not a stupid poor little girl. I am not that much younger than you."

Her voice trailed off and she looked down. Her eyes were full of pain. She lifted up her head and said, "You think I am little because of how bad I am. Worse than anyone!"

"Don't say that," Obi-Wan said in a cooling tone. He did not want to make the matters worse.

"I say that because it is true! You need to accept it," Natashia said. She gave a look to Obi-Wan and looked at the door. Natashia darted for the door and out of the room. Obi-Wan chased after her, not getting too far.

"Natashia, please wait!" Obi-Wan screamed. The farther they ran, the farther away Natashia got.

"No! I am going to do what I promised to never do," Natashia yelled over her shoulder picking up her speed.

"Don't!" Obi-Wan said. If he was going to stop her now was the time. They were slowly getting closer and closer to her room. It was now in site.

"You leave me no choice but to do so," Natashia said almost reaching her room.

"Please no I-"

It was too late. She was in her room, with the door locked. He lost, once again.

A Few Days Later…

Obi-Wan felt terrible about what happened earlier today. Maybe he was too hard on her? She was very sensitive, and he forgot that most of the time. He treated her as if she was one of the Masters.

He looked at the clock. It was 1147 hours. He let himself collapse on his bed. He felt as if he was once again a Padawan. He had no idea what to do or if he should even do anything. He thought about what he should do.

"Should I confront Natashia or just leave her alone the rest of the day and talk to her tomorrow? Maybe she will be in a better mood. Maybe she will forget of what I did," Obi-Wan said standing up. He rubbed his forehead and shut his eyes. He wished he could not be in reality. He opened his eyes and sighed. "Who am I kidding. Natashia never lets go of anything. She has too good of a memory."

He looked at the clock. It was 1152 hours. It was almost time for lunch. He knew that without even looking, his stomach reminded him. He thought back to when he was a Padawan. He was a pig, he had to admit. He was always hungry, even on missions.

He made up his mind. He would not have lunch. He would wait until 1200 hours and get Natashia ready for class. He would teach her today, maybe confront her about her behavior.

He stretched his muscles out and turned the doorknob, but paused.

Should I really do this? Why should I put myself through such misery? No. I am a Master now. I should not run in fear. It is not the Jedi way, but a coward's. I will do it. I must for her sake, and for mine.

He opened the door and started for her door. He was not too confident about this. He got to her door and knocked on it. "Natashia? Are you there?"

"What?" she shot back.

Obi-Wan sighed. He knew that she would still be mad at him. "It's time for class."

"I'm not coming," Natashia mocked. She was purposely getting on Obi-Wan's nerves.

"What do you mean you're not coming!" he screamed. He gave her a chance and she turned it down.

"I mean what I say," Natashia replied slyly. A wide grin slowly spread across her face.

"Do you know what the council will say about this?" Obi-Wan asked.

"You won't tell the council," she replied coolly. She twirled her hair around her finger and let it unwind. She tossed her head around with her hair following so her back was to the door.

"What do you mean I won't tell the council? I sure will if you don't come out," Obi-Wan said. Natashia did not answer him, but instead looked at the door.

Obi-Wan ran his fingers roughly through his hair. This wasn't working out how it was suppose to. He sighed lightly and gave out a little groan.

"Open the door right now," Obi-Wan said through his teeth. He was not enjoying this horror he is putting himself through.

Natashia was still looking at the door in enjoyment. She could feel the anger, irritation, and aggravation rising in Obi-Wan. She new when he left that his feeling would haunt him. Every master needed to be reminded that they weren't perfect. Natashia lowered her head and sat down on her bed, wait for Kenobi's next move.

Obi-Wan was getting more furious by the second. His anger was swirling in him, rising and going to the next level. His hand eventually turned into a fist that tightened every moment.

She's doing this on purpose, just to get me ticked. She's doing a very good job at it. She always has. Before I started training her, she was always purposely trying to get others upset. But she was shy and kind. She was confused and didn't know who she was. She needed some one to show the way for her. I was gullible enough to choose her. I am the only one stupid enough to do so. If I didn't pick her then I wouldn't be in this situation. Kenobi, why do you always have to be on the negative side? She has brought me joy, yes. She has found a different good side in me. Brought out a lot of things I need to work on, need to improve.

Obi-Wan looked at the doorknob. He couldn't do it. He couldn't tell the council about her. He could not tell the council that she wasn't the Padawan for him. She had brought too much joy into his life.

He slowly walked away from the door and slowly walked towards another chance.