WARNING!
This fic contains some extreme HJL with the sweetlings Obi-wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker. Don't like it… Then you're just crazy. Seriously though, if you're not into this kinda stuff, hit the high road and beat it. I will not tolerate flames when I have given sufficient warning.
This one goes out to TM. I made it a multi-chapter fic because it's so late from your birthday. :P
Sleepwalker
Chapter 1: Zanie
She stood there, looking up into his blue eyes, innocence shinning in her own earthy brown ones. Her long curly mass of hair, the colour of her eyes, fell pass her shoulders and contrasted vibrantly against her simple plain white dress she wore. The young girl could not have been any more than 7 lifecycles; she still had small hands and a babyish round to her cheeks.
Her smile was innocent and always on here face. The only worry on her mind at the moment was tugging Anakin along after her, leading him to a place only she knew.
He had no idea how he had gotten here, with a young girl tugging his hand and pulling him through a beautiful field of emerald green grass. He could hear water coming from somewhere, a brook maybe, or possibly a small stream coming from a lake nearby.
He was wearing the bottom half of his plain sleepwear. He liked sleeping shirtless, but what was he doing in the middle of a meadow in his pajama pants?
"Wait, who are you?" He heard himself speak, as a balmy breeze tickled his naked torso and brought fresh new scents to his nose. The young girl looked back over her shoulder, her dimples appearing as she smiled up at him.
"I told you already Anakin, my name is Zanie." Although she said she had already told him, Anakin could not remember when, nor where she had ever done so.
Allowing himself to be pulled along, he could feel the earth beneath his bare feet. He had never felt so in tune with nature before. He liked it.
"Where are we going Zanie?" She didn't look back this time, but that familiar giggle could be heard whispering on the wind.
"Now if I told you that, Anakin, it wouldn't be a surprise." He couldn't help himself but to smile. She was so innocent and adorable, just like a child should be. Being a child was something that was long forgotten, that sort of innocence perished at such a young age for him.
"It's okay Ani, everything will be sorted out soon enough." Zanie continued to walk to her destination with sheer determination. Anakin looked at the young girls back. 'How had she known what he was thinking? He didn't speak his thoughts aloud, did he?
"Almost there, we just have to climb over this." Zanie stopped beside him, her brown curls dancing in the small breeze, her deep coloured eyes glancing up into his own. She pointed forwards, and he followed her line of sight.
Standing before them was a wall, no, not a wall. A hedge, of what looked to be made out of some sort of plant. Looking around, he saw no beginning or end to such a contraption.
"Why is it here? What's on the other side that we need to get to?" As he looked down at the young Zanie, she looked up and held out her hands.
"You can get us across Ani, just jump." He picked her up into his arms and held her close. Bracing his feet apart, Anakin let the force surround him as he jumped into the air and over the hedge.
In to nothingness.
He was falling now, he could hear Zanie screaming for him, but no words were able to form in his mouth. Fear clenched at his stomach, and then he awoke with a violent crash.
Groaning, Anakin felt his arm twist in an awkward way, causing a great deal of pain to race up and down his left arm. Moving slowly, he pushed off the ground with his uninjured arm and looked around.
"What, in the entire galaxy, am I doing in the gardens?" Looking about, he knew he was in the gardens, four levels down from his and his masters' apartment. Confused, Anakin stood up and looked out one of the many glass windows.
The sun was rising.
"Oh, Sith!" Not wanting to explain to his master how he had gotten down here without being detected, or why he would be coming into the apartment so early in the morning. Anakin picked himself up and made a dash for the door.
He ran by a re-modeled cliff, the one he had fallen off of, and his bare feet padded against the ground in a silent rhythm.
Sneaking back up the four levels, Anakin stopped right in front of his door. Spreading the force out like a blanket in the rooms before him, he was relieved to feel his master sleeping soundly in his own room.
Activating the door, he slipped in as soundly as he could and stealthily sneaked back into his own room and lay down on his bed. Pondering the nights events until he heard his master shift about in the next room, waking up to prepare for his busy day.
OOOooo
It was hard working the entire day with your left wrist aching constantly. Frustration began licking at the edge of his mind, as he was bested in another lightsaber match. Practically ready to scream at the next person who talked to him, Anakin stormed off to the other side of the arena, waiting for his next match.
'And I STILL haven't found out what happened last night!' Taking a deep calming breath, Anakin focused on the now and the----
"Hello master." Opening his blue eyes, Anakin looked straight into his masters'. Today they were a greenish-blue, his favorite.
"Hello Anakin." Obi-wan leaned against the wall beside Anakin and spoke with his deep inner core accent, which had his padawan suppressing shivers through out his body. They stood in silence for a moment, watching the practice duel between two other students before obi-wan spoke up.
"How about a match between you and I?" Before waiting for an answer, Obi-wan stood up, walked over to the dueling teacher, they spoke a few words before obi-wan looked back and gestured for Anakin to follow.
Eye's slightly narrowed; in confusion, Anakin stood up and followed his master to a separate dueling room. The two stood before the other, obi-wan had shed his cloak and was now standing in a defensive position.
Anakin launched himself, clashing his own blue lightsabre with Obi-wan's. He needed to end this duel quickly; his wrist was already aching with pain.
Obi-wan turned the duel around quickly, switching from defensive to offensive with a single blue blur, backing Anakin closer to the wall. Trying to gain the upper hand, the student could not best his teacher.
Focusing, Anakin drew the force within himself hoping it would aid him. But a flash of the young girl with brown curly hair tore through his consciousness, his wrist burning with pain, he found himself sabreless and swaying on his feet.
"Anakin?" Obi-wan spoke as he turned off his own lightsabre. Reaching out he steadied his padawan, who looked as if he were about to fall on his rump.
Breathing in deeply, the younger of the two men spoke.
"Sorry master. My mind must have gotten side-tracked. I will try harder next time." Obi-wan sighed, and drew his arm around his padawans shoulder and began walking over to a bench.
'Why was it that Anakin put himself through so much, and yet the thought of asking for help never occurred?'
"Anakin, sit down." Nodding, he did as he was told. Heat rolling through his stomach as Obi-wan pulled his arm away, to turn his 18 year old padawan to look into his eyes. "I came down to see how you were doing after Master Aldar said you had lost 4 dueling matches in a row." He saw Anakin flinch, and held up his hand to stop the words the boy was about to speak.
"Anakin, why did you not speak up that your wrist was hurting? Why didn't you tell me?" Pausing for a moment, he continued quickly. "And don't tell me that Jedi have to endure these hardships; your wrist could have been seriously injured."
Obi-wan waited now, as Anakin gathered all coherent thoughts together. His masters hand on his thigh was not helping in the least.
"I am sorry master. Next time I will inform you." Obi-wan let out a sigh and took hold of the young mans wrist. Examining it closely, he traced his fingers up and down the now swollen wrist, and then looked back into those deep blue Tatooine eyes.
"Come on. I know you hate the healers so we'll get some bacta patches on it at home." Not breaking his gaze, Anakin inhaled deeply. Then Obi-wan spoke again "There isn't anything else bothering you is there, Anakin?"
Letting the breath out in whoosh, Anakin thought for a second. What happened last night was probably a one time thing, nothing to worry about. No reason to worry his master.
"No, nothing." He said with absolute surety. Boy, was he ever wrong.
OOOooo
After getting his wrist patched up with some bacta, Anakin stayed inside the apartment and worked on some of his studies that had to be done. He hated this part. He was more of the go get 'em type. Actions speak louder then words kind of guy.
Yeah, that suited him. Anakin Skywalker, warrior, hero, Savior, Jedi Knight. Looking over at his master who was now in the kitchen, he watched intently.
Obi-wan was everything to him. He was his savior, his mentor and teacher, the man that made his dreams come true. All accept one. Looking out the window, Anakin made sure his shields were up while he thought about his hot ginger-haired master. He fiddled with his padwan braid a he did so, and a small smirk appeared on his luscious lips.
Obi-wan was strong, kind, caring, intelligent, experienced (he gave a small blush at the other kind of experience his master could have had besides being a Jedi), and a sex god in mortal form. To sum it up, Obi-wan was perfect.
His eyes hazing over, Anakin found himself falling asleep. Then he opened his eyes to see the Courascant traffic swirling around him. He was on a landing pad high in the skies of Courascant, standing in the clothes he was wearing earlier that day. Noise erupted from everywhere as all types of air speeders tore by.
"What--?"
Standing a distance away, and at the edge of the landing pad, was Zanie in her plain white dress and curly brown hair whipping around in the air.
"Zanie! Get away from the edge!" He ran towards her, almost in slow motion.
She turned around, smiled at him, and held out her hand. Inviting him to come closer, too stand beside her.
"Ani, it's amazing up here. It's so high, and all the speeders zooming by. It's so amazing!" That child like innocence showed once again, and a smile broke out on her face as he came closer.
"Move away from the edge! It's dangerous!" He demanded of the small girl, while still running towards her.
She gave a slight pout at being ordered around, but turned around nonetheless to oblige him. That was when she lost her footing.
Her arms came swinging back to catch her balance but it was too late. She was falling. Her eyes widened in horror, and she screamed. Horror replaced her innocent looks, as she began to disappear from his view.
He ran as fast as he could, and without thinking jumped over the edge of the plat form.
"ANAKIN!"
His masters voice brought him out of the horror filled dream. Looking down, he found himself dangling high above the temple grounds. Grabbing his masters hand with his other one, Anakin held on tight.
"Hold on, I've got you." Obi-wan hauled Anakin back up and over their balcony, dropping to the ground while his padawan messily tumbled into his lap.
"Sith, Anakain! What has gotten in to you?" Shaking him by the shoulders, obi-wan then grabbed the boy into a fierce hug, and stroked his blondish hair.
His heart beat picked up a notch, even the tumble over the balcony hadn't affected him this greatly. He had to stifle a moan as the stubble on his master chin grazed his neck and chin. Obi-wan was rocking him back and forth, and although this may seem like a childish thing to do, he was happy Obi-wan was doing so.
Then he was grabbed by the shoulders again, forced away from the embrace he longed for, and was greeted with a very unnerving glare from his master.
"What were you thinking? I look over and you're running towards the balcony then throwing yourself off it! Anakin!" His name was spoken forcefully, to drag the boy out of his thoughts.
'The dream….'
"I'm sorry master, I –I –I don't know what came over me." Obi-wans eyes narrowed and the blue in his eyes became more vibrant. He gripped Anakin's shoulders tightly, and hauled the boy up in his arms and back into the apartment, surprising a small "meep" from his padawan.
Dropping Anakin on one of two sofas, anger danced in Anakin's eyes for the first time that day. He would not be treated like a child! Moving to stand up, he found himself pushed back down by obi-wan. Glaring up at his master, blue clashed against sea green.
"Get comfortable, because you're not moving from that coach until you tell me what's going on Anakin." Clenching his jaw, Anakin was about to jump up and scream when he felt the force twist around him and hold him in place.
Frowning, Anakin looked up at his master, who towered over him in an intimidating way. Legs spread apart, arms crossed over his chest, a frown set on his delicious lips, and his eyes focused intently on only him.
'Sith, how he imagined this. Being bound and looking up at his master… only under different circumstances.'
"Fine, but it's nothing Master."
"I'll be the judge of that Anakin. I take your safety very seriously." With that, Obi-wan listened to Anakin talk about the young girl Zanie, his dreams, where he had ended up when he awoke, how he had hurt his wrist from the first dream, and of how Zanie had fallen off of the plat form and how he jumped after her.
After he finished speaking, Obi-wan stayed silent, then turning intense green eyes to look into Anakins blue ones. He spoke.
"We seem to have a problem."
OOOooo
C.S: Understatement of the century Obi. :P So…. What did you all think? Let me explain myself first! This is officially, my first star wars fic I have ever posted, not only my first obi/ani slashy slash slash. So I'm trying to find my rhythm. I tried to keep both of them in character. Obi, reserved Jedi knight, Anakin…well…Anakin. But of course… as an authoress I must make them lose their cool around each other. snickers
Well I hope you all like it so far.
Please send me feedback, Comments and suggestions are always appreciated! Flames will be used to warm the fire that Anakin and obi-wan make love in front of.