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PART ONE: BUDDING

Chapter Eight

Nine years later

Jedi Temple

Coruscant

A much older Anakin grinned as he slid into his cold seat in the classroom. He held his head up high, pretending not to hear the words that flew around him. One particular conversation caught his ear.

"He's back!" A girl's high pitched voice whispered quite audibly two rows back. "Oh my gosh, look at that tan."

"I see it, I see it," her friend answered, just as loudly. "Be quiet! I think he can hear us." The two giggled conspicuously.

"He is so incredible," the first voice said dreamily. "Have you seen him spar? I thought I would faint."

Anakin bent down to get out his books as the bell rang. He smiled again and placed the texts onto his desk, opening them to the appropriate page. Ali was late. He would never let her live this down.

"Where's his friend?" The second voice said, this time with a different tone in her voice. She sounded quite unhappy, jealous and bitter, even. "The redhead?"

"I don't know," the high pitched one replied. "But hopefully she's out of the picture."

The two quieted down as the teacher called the class to order. Anakin frowned. Where was Ali? He had to tell her all about the mission to Wyrn and how he and Obi-Wan had single-handedly overthrown the corrupt, evil, greedy king there and replaced him with a democracy. He had been gone for over two months, and hadn't seen his friend since then.

Oh, they kept in touch, but it wasn't the same. Holos simply wouldn't convey the redness of Ali's hair, or the green that sparkled in her eyes when she was happy. Her laugh didn't sound quite as lively, her smile wasn't so bright. Holograms turned his vivacious friend to dull blues and greys, and quite frankly, Anakin missed the real deal. He had never spent more than a few weeks away from her.

Where are you? He asked in thought speak. It was odd—there was no reply. He frowned again, this time worried. Was she too far away? Their bond wouldn't work if they were too far away, so thus they couldn't communicate like usual when he was in Wyrn. But she should be able to hear him if she was anywhere in the Temple…What was going on? Reaching out through their connection, he discovered that she was still alive. But why wasn't she talking to him?

The answer to Ali's silence was an embarrassing one. It had all started about an hour earlier, when Ali had entered the dueling practice room. She had just been working with a robot at first, deflecting its shots easily and sending them towards a target on the far end of the wall. Ali had been at this for a few minutes while her Master, Lyra, meditated off to the side.

"Hey Lyra," Ali said casually, never stopping the movement of her purple light saber. "D'you know when Anakin and Master Kenobi are coming back?"

"Maybe," Lyra answered, not bothering to open her eyes. "Why?"

"Oh, I was just wondering," Ali replied airily. "I have to beat Anakin's butt with a lightsaber again, he's been getting cocky."

"He's been getting cocky, Padawan?" Lyra chuckled incredulously. She had aged much in the years since Ali had come into her life. Hints of wrinkles from laughter were sprinkled around her face. And it wasn't just physically that Lyra had changed—she seemed calmer, more mature. Gone was the young Jedi Knight who acted before she thought. In her place was an older woman, wearied by the bittersweet but satisfying process of raising a child properly. A peaceful waft of wind blew about her being.

But, Lyra smiled wryly as she observed her youthful Padawan, Ali herself was rather impetuous as well, much like a younger Lyra. Too often Ali would listen to her heart above her mind. It was not the mark of a Jedi, and it was a habit that Ali needed to get rid of.

"Well, do you know when he's returning?" Ali asked, shutting off the robot with a motion of her hand. She deactivated her lightsaber and sat down next to her Master. There was a silence, in which Ali had to bite her lip to keep from doing something stupid out of frustration. Lyra did this often, just to annoy Ali. If the Padawan ever rose to the bait, she'd get an hour long lecture about the value of patience in the Jedi Order.

"He should be back in about an hour," Lyra replied, satisfied with her Padawan's endurance. She could feel the elation that her Padawan felt, and opened her eyes warily. Lyra had to give some credit to her Padawan. Despite her happiness, Ali had on a perfectly blank, calm, perfect Jedi face.

"We're not feeling too attached, are we?" Lyra asked innocently. Ali shook her head no just as innocently. "Good, because attachment--"

"Leads to jealousy, which leads to anger, which leads to the dark side," Ali intoned, grinning.

"Good," Lyra replied, smiling as she got up out of her seat. "You have been listening."

"Oh, Master, I always listen," Ali grinned back angelically.

"I always thought everything I said went in one ear and back out the other," Lyra shot back teasingly. "Well, Padawan, I will be taking a shower in the fresher. Practice longer if you must, but do make sure you don't arrive late to another class. Master Yen-Sui has informed me that you have been tardy to first period Jedi History four times now."

Ali cringed slightly. There were explanations for each tardy, she knew, but Lyra would only call them excuses.

"Well, Master," Ali replied, regaining her composure. "I have to practice, you know. How else would I beat Ani?"

Lyra smiled again at her Padawan's cheek as she exited. Ali was a handful, that was for sure. But she was so glad that Ali had entered her life.

About a minute after Lyra had left, Sera entered. Ali looked up from meditation to see what the noise was, and rolled her eyes when she saw the intruder. Sera smirked at Ali as she passed, walking haughtily to the bin to find protective gear.

Sera had blossomed into quite an attractive young lady. Curvy, voluptuous, and busty, she was the talk of the Temple. All males found her hourglass figure extraordinarily attractive, whilst all females wished to be like her. It was amazing how revealing Jedi robes could be when they were altered. Ali scowled. She was—always had been—what Ali was not.

Sera's blonde hair swirled as her blue eyes darted around the room. No one was there, leaving her free to taunt Ali. But the eighteen year old Alianne Tyri was very different from the eight year old one.

"Hey, Talentless," Sera hissed as she passed.

"If I'm Talentless, Sera," Ali replied coolly. "What does that make you? If I recall correctly, I won our last duel." The blonde's eyes narrowed in anger.

"A fluke, carrot top. You won from luck. You can't beat me again."

Ali glanced swiftly at the clock. 0700. She had thirty minutes. "Let's try," she answered calmly.

Five minutes later the two young women were facing off in the dueling room. Their sabers were ignited—pink and purple glows in the otherwise dim room. Each girl paced around the other, both wary to make the first move. Finally, tired of waiting, Sera decided to start the offensive.

She brought her saber in a swinging arc from the left, which Ali dodged easily by stepping back. Sera continued to stab and thrust, quick, sharp jabs all aimed at Ali's right side. A few Ali sidestepped, and the rest she brought up her purple saber to meet. The two blades collided, and with a forceful push, Ali shoved Sera's aside.

Sera aimed a slash at Ali's feet, and forced the other girl to flip high in the air and over to avoid getting cut. Ali landed smoothly on her feet behind Sera, and the blonde, never pausing for a second, swiveled around and continued her onslaught. Sera lunged at the right, then quickly retracted, spun, and then chopped at Ali's left. The fake move almost threw Ali off, but she brought up her purple saber in time to block the pink one.

The blonde moved fast, Ali couldn't deny it. Her speed was almost unbelievable, considering Sera's size. It wasn't that Sera was fat—but her bosom was rather huge, almost disgustingly so. Ali would've thought it incredibly uncomfortable to bounce around like that when spinning, but it didn't phase Sera. Maybe she was used to it.

After about two or three minutes of continuing attacks, Ali decided to try a few attacks of her own. She thrusted right, left, tried a sweep at Sera's feet, spun rapidly, and stepped back to gather her thoughts. Ali moved in with a series of quick slicing movements, each slash barely blocked by Sera.

Suddenly Sera swung, viciously, at Ali's head. The attack just barely missed—but even if it didn't, it was against Jedi rules! During sparring practice, the officials had emphasized how head shots were illegal. You weren't trying to kill in the Temple, after all.

Ali ducked quickly as Sera repeated the move again and again, more violently swinging each time. Then she saw it. Her head was level with Sera's abundance of bosom, which was bouncing upwards and downwards violently. Ali gave a little squeak—and then the bust smacked into her face. Everything went black, and Ali's last memory was two huge melon like objects looming closer and closer.

A/N: I know this chapter was a little err…perverted…but you'll see where it leads in a second. So anyway, I updated super fast, and did action again in this chapter! Please tell me how it went… Did you guyz at least find it SLIGHTLY amusing that Ali was knocked out by Sera's boobs? Or maybe my sense of humor is just twisted…ah well, please review now that you've read it! Is it any good? PLEASE REVIEW!