Well, this is certainly random.
Why yes I am updating the fanfic that is nowhere near as well read as my other, while the other is hanging on a cliffhanger.
But I haven't updated this one in so long, and the chapter I am currently writing of AitRA is not the chirpiest of chaps. I felt like writing some good ol' slapstick.
(By the way, that other chapter is finished, I am just really mean and am not going to put it up until wednesday.)
PS I am only assuming people who read this read my other fanfic. If not, I am probably just rambling inanely. Please forgive me.
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Chapter 5
"I knew this would happen!"
"Anakin, calm down-"
"I told you."
"Yes-"
"You didn't listen."
"No-"
"And you know it'll be me that Master Yoda blames."
"No, I'm sure he'll be very understanding."
Anakin gave him a funny look.
"Master, you LOST a YOUNGLING! Master Yoda is going to KILL us!"
Obi-Wan shook his head.
"No he won't. Revenge is not the Jedi way."
Anakin gave him a funny look.
"Alright, the only reason he won't kill us is because he is a Jedi. But my point still stands."
"What point?"
Anakin shrugged. He was now confused, so he forgot about being angry. Obi-Wan took advantage of the situation.
"Okay, Anakin. You've been driving this bus in a loop around that lamp post for half an hour now. Shouldn't we be looking for the missing youngling?"
Obi-Wan flinched as Anakin turned to look at him. He looked quite deranged with a red face, wide eyes and hair full of cake. It was scary.
"Um, Anakin?"
"Alright." Anakin straightened up, brushed the cake from his hair, and closed his eyes.
"We need to think about this logically. If you were a runaway youngling, where would you go?"
Obi-Wan sat thoughtfully for a minute.
"Well, you used to always go gambling. You got through about twenty lightsabers; took me ages to work out where they were going."
"Okay." Anakin nodded. "To the casino!"
Obi-Wan frowned as he noticed Anakin brighten up.
"No, Anakin."
"B-but!"
"I don't think the fugitive will be there. And don't think I don't know why you're happy about that idea."
"But Master!"
"Gambling is not the Jedi way, Anakin."
Anakin scowled.
"Just wait 'till I get on the council…"
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"So, tell me again, Master. What made you think that it would possibly be here?"
Obi-Wan looked around the museum fondly.
"Whenever I escaped from Qui-Gon, this is where I came."
Anakin pulled a pained expression.
"But Master, I hardly think that it's normal of most younglings to come here."
Obi-Wan looked a little hurt.
"What makes you say that?"
Anakin sighed heavily, then proceeded to drag him out by the arm.
"We're going back to the bus."
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Anakin and Obi-Wan stood outside the museum, looking extremely confused.
"Anakin, are you sure you parked it here?"
Anakin nodded.
"Pretty sure."
"Well it's not here now."
"No."
They both scanned the surrounding area, when Anakin suddenly shrieked in panic.
"Over there, Master!"
Obi-Wan looked in horror in the direction Anakin's finger was pointing.
"Grab that speeder, quick!"
End Chapter Five
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Who knew Anakin had a gambling habit in his youth?