A Secret Diary
Young Anakin knew that Master Appreciation Day was coming up and he wanted to do something special for his future master, Obi-Wan. He had thought several times about building him something useful, but Obi-Wan didn't really want anything. Unless Anakin could build another Qui-Gon Jinn, his mechanical skills were useless.
Anakin was only nine years old, but even he could spot the pain in his Master's eyes. In the short time he knew Obi-Wan before the death of Qui-Gon, Anakin had seen something different in those grey-blue gems. It had been a sparkle. A sparkle of joy, thrill and boyish charm. Now his eyes rarely held a faint glimmer.
As Anakin begun to pass by Obi-Wan's room in the Jedi Temple he stopped. He remembered the last time he had been in that room--it was a mess. Clothes thrown all over the floor, half food cartons on the bed, towels on the bathroom tile and dust everywhere. What my master needs is a good spring cleaning! And this thought gave Anakin a clever idea.
He knocked on the door. "Obi-Wan? Obi-Wan? Are you in there?"
No reply. A smirk grew across Anakin's face.
As Ani began to clean, dust and vacuum Obi-Wan's room he came across many unfamiliar things. But the one he held in his hand now was the strangest.
It was a few pieces of worn paper tied together with a burgundy ribbon. Anakin recognized his Master's handwriting but not the words. He began to read the paper to himself.
I miss Qui-Gon so much. I just can't find a reason why the force would keep me alive and kill my Master. Except for Anakin. I don't know how the council expects me to train and control that kid when I can't even control my own emotions. I cried only the other day in front of Master Windu. It was only one tear that just slipped out but I'm pretty sure he saw it. Yes, he DID see it. Because after that he stopped talking about Qui-Gon.
Anakin wasn't sure if he should keep reading. This stuff sounded pretty personal.
I can't stop dreaming about him either. I keep seeing two sequences. The lightsaber fight with the Sith Lord before he died and the night I cried myself to sleep in his arms. I think I was sixteen then. Force, I miss being his padawan.
Anakin paused and took a deep breath. He had never known any of this. Why didn't Obi-Wan ever let him in? He hadn't spoken more than a few sentences to Anakin all week! Today was Saturday.
I loved him so much. I still love him. I loved everything about him. Every flaw, every trait. He was such a hard person to figure out. He never told me anything. Especially the things I wanted to hear. His last moments in this life and he talks about Anakin. Not how much he loved me, but how I needed to train that blasted boy.
Anakin jumped. Someone was fumbling with the lock on the door. He quickly slid the diary back under the bed where he had found it and stood at the door.
When Obi-Wan entered he was frightened. First of all, Anakin was standing in the middle of his bedroom and second of all his bedroom was spotless. He let a relieved breath out when Ani smiled and said, "Happy Early Master Appreciation Day!"
Obi couldn't help but let a smile spread onto his lips. The smile had broken the spell of frowns he had cast today. Anakin ran up to hug him. Obi-Wan embraced the boy and held him tightly. He could feel the warmth of Ani's body melt his heart. "Oh, Anakin," he breathed, "You didn't have to do this."
"But tomorrow is Master Appreciation Day," Ani had some trouble spitting the words out.
"I know, I know," Obi-Wan smiled. "Thank you."
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I hope you enjoyed this. Obi-Wan's so cute I couldn't help but write a short fic about him. I COULD continue this and have Anakin read his diary again--but with more of an Episode Two time period--only that depends on how many reviews it gets.
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