Chapter 6.

Ahsoka stood confidently, igniting her blades in the shared mind space with Anakin. Anakin watched from a distance a sense of relief brushing his heart. Ahsoka nonchalantly twirled her blades in her hands giving Anakin a side-ways glance. She smirked, feigning a cocky façade, swinging her blades in a display of deadly twists extending back into a fighting stance before lunging forward effortlessly gliding through the ambience, flippantly ignoring Anakin. He sighed slowly blinking, spreading his weight evenly between his feet.

'Ahsoka, I need you…' Anakin's voice was woven with regret and longing for Ahsoka to forgive him.

He watched her intently, scanning every move she made. She could not kill him in the mind space but the thought of it brought fear to his eyes. Ahsoka made unnerving eye contact with him as she continued to flip and turn, dancing around Anakin as he stood there in mild confusion. The familiar pervious hum of her lightsabers consumed his ears as she insisted on waving them around his tall, bold figure, defacing his usual suave demeanour. She sang slightly under her breath a familiar tune before scolding the floor next to his right boot.

'I know,' she propelled back with haste, stopping behind him and directing her voice into Anakin's right ear before sashaying away.

Anakin groaned, the warmth of her breath on his neck only deepening his feelings for her. His chest constricting and his breath became heavy as Ahsoka used the force to pull his lightsaber off him. She ignited it, smirking and sparking it against her stark white blade, the same blade with the crystal that had started everything. She grinned, twirling the blades and repeating the same steps as before.

'I know what you're doing Ahsoka,' he swallowed, closing his eyes and sighing deeply, allowing her to continue her insouciant demonstration of the many lightsabre techniques he had taught her.

'And what's that, Skyguy,' she paused looking over her shoulder, giggling and tumbling towards him dramatically, holding her and his lightsaber to Anakin's neck, tilting her head to one side.

Ahsoka's seductive energy radiated through his whole body as the tones in her voice caressed and soothed his soul, absorbing into the spongey electric motherboard supporting his eyes. Everything that Anakin had been missing for the past three months was before him, profound and resonating with every word. Ahsoka leant in, distinguishing the blades, leaning in so close that their noses almost touched, her breath nuzzling his lips as she clipped his lightsaber back onto his belt. They locked eyes for a moment and only for a moment did Anakin see Ahsoka falter in her actions. She blinked rapidly, straightening back to her full height, clipping her lightsaber to her belt. She spun around and flopped backward dramatically to the floor, sighing as she did, closing her eyes and swallowing as Anakin looked down upon her.

'Ahsoka, the son of Mortis is alive…'

Anakin could feel her pause and waver in her response, as she sat back up and stood for a moment. She frowned, sliding her hand down the side of her lekku, before grabbing Anakin's shoulders and pulling him to her chest, yet it wasn't a hug but her voice suggested otherwise.

It was low and sweet, her lips grazing his neck, 'Is Morai with you?'

Anakin frowned as the convor from earlier, graced them with its presence. Ahsoka backed away and welcomed the convor onto her arm. She smiled, thanking her friend for its guidance, chuckling as it cooed and ruffled its feathers in mutual amusement.

'Anakin, this is Morai. This spirit of the daughter of Mortis. She will lead you to where you need to go,' Ahsoka explained, her voice wavering and her emotions were hesitating as she spoke, 'I won't be coming to help you…'

Anakin felt more confused as Ahsoka smiled up at him weakly, words unable to leave her lips yet her voice echoed in his ears, 'we're not Jedi anymore. Walk away from this…' her voice cracked. Her eyes told a story of betrayal and misguided loyalties as water blurred the frame. This was Ahsoka's plea to Anakin to finally walk away from the Jedi that they destroyed and to start again in a galaxy reborn. She turned and her shoulders slumped with her dissipating confidence. Ahsoka wanted nothing more but to be ignorant of the demands of Chancellor Organa and to the Royal Court of Onderon. To be in control of her life without having a sense of duty and to let her loyalties lie where they must. Whereas Anakin couldn't help but feel drawn to the duty of family and loyal to lover's past, but there was Ahsoka. She let him in but there's something else that he must do, and the force demands it.

Ahsoka went to take her leave but something stopped her as Anakin rushed up behind her and spun her around, 'do you still love me?'. His voice was husky and strained as he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.

Her tear-filled eyes looked up at him and a lump formed in his throat.

'…yes'.