Bad Guy

Sleeping, you're on your tippy toes
Creeping around like no one knows
Think you're so criminal

Bruises on both my knees for you
Don't say thank you or please
I do what I want when I'm wanting to
My soul? So cynical

The Fifth Brother practically groaned to himself when he saw Reva dragging an unwilling child into an interrogation room.

"Reva, what are you up to?" He hissed, closing the door behind him. Reva grabbed Leia's shoulders, pushing her to sit down in a chair.

"Just securing the bait." She replied, handcuffing Leia's wrists to the armrests of the chair.

"Bait?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Mmhm." Reva nodded, standing up once Leia was securely tied. "I followed the tip we received from Naboo." She casually added.

"You didn't." He said gruffly, shaking his head – irritated by her nonchalance.

"And there the Jedi was." Reva uttered reflectively. "Out in the open at a market. . .with her." She pointed at a frustrated Leia who was trying to wriggle out of the handcuffs.

"So," Reva continued, forcing Leia to lean back. "I followed them to some lake house and. . .let's just say, an opportunity arose."

The Fifth Brother's eyes skimmed over the agitated little girl who seemed to be concealing her fear very well. His eyes shifted back to the the Third Sister. "Reva, you've gone too far this time."

"This will bring him to us." She stressed.

"Who is this kid?" He was growing restless, tired of Reva's impulsivity.

"Doesn't matter." She sighed. "All that matters is she's tied to him."

She started walking across the room to sit opposite Leia, interlacing her hands behind her head once she sat down.

"You have got to stop this fixation with Kenobi." He said sternly. But Reva remained silent. Leia's eyes darted from Reva to the man, trying to stay calm.

The Fifth Brother eventually broke into chuckle, realizing what this was likely about.

"I get it." He sneered. "You think this'll get him to notice you."

Reva exhaled – a loud, sharp breath – clenching her fist as she stood up. She turned away from him, finding a distraction, fiddling with equipment.

And the Fifth Brother could feel the tension, knowing he got to her.

"It won't." He drawled, creeping up behind her, aware that his breath on the back of her neck irritated her.

She swung back around, facing him. Her vicious eyes staring at him with firm conviction – considering his remark a demeaning insult.

"I don't do things for him or anyone else." She roared.

The Fifth Brother scoffed, knowing her ferocity was digging her own grave, and he proceeded to leave her to it, tutting as he left the room.

"Why don't we just cut to the chase. . .Looma, was it?" Reva spoke once the Fifth Brother left the two of them alone.

"Yes." Leia muttered.

"You see," Reva sat back down in the chair opposite her, resting her elbows on the table between them. "I have a little bit of a problem. I sent quite a few bounty hunters to your residence and no one was there. So maybe we can make a deal here. You tell me where Kenobi could've flown off to and I'll set you free."

After a brief moment of reflection, Leia tilted her head slightly.

"No you won't." She breathed out. "You want him to come here. So you need me here."

Reva struggled to hide her impatience.

"This will all go a lot smoother if you cooperate." Her lips firmed into an unyielding line. And Leia could sense a threat.

"I'm not afraid of you." Leia spoke as solidly as she could. "My mother said anyone who works for the Empire doesn't deserve your fear. Just your pity."

And Reva snickered. "Your mother's a fool."

But before they could say another word, they heard quite a commotion coming from outside the door. Reva got up to inspect it, leaving Leia confused once she shut the door behind her.

The inquisitors gathered around behind the Grand Inquisitor when Vader arrived. Reva slid behind the Fifth Brother, who lightly chuckled at her derisively.

"You're dead." He sassed, clearly getting some pleasure out of watching Reva squirm.

"Shut up." She whispered through gritted teeth.

And then she had that look in her eye, like she was once again ahead of everyone else. She pushed past the Fifth Brother with sly determination. "Watch and learn."

He watched her approach the centre of the room. Reva, now standing before Lord Vader, did her best to hold her head high.

"My Lord," She greeted him with a subtle bow, eager to make her announcement. "I have something that might be of value." She pointed to the unit. "In there is a little girl–"

"What would I want with a little girl?" The cutting acidity in Vader's voice almost knocked her off balance. The intimidating dark lenses sliced through her and it took her a moment to find her footing. He almost rolled his eyes at the incompetence of some of these inquisitors.

"Well, uh – her name is Looma," She quickly interjected. "and she is directly linked. . .to Kenobi."

She could hear her own breath leave her mouth, anxiously awaiting his response. But the minute the name Kenobi left her lips, she sensed a shift in him. Suddenly his demeanor was less standoffish. Even though they were shielded behind a mask, she could tell his eyes were curious – she got his attention.

It was more than curiosity that had Vader hooked, it was a burning desire to finally win.

"I'm listening." His raspy voice harsh in tone but vague in volume.

"She will lure him in." She assured. Vader's glare slid past her and onto the door she referred to earlier.

"Move." He growled.

He pushed through the crowd, and they all frantically jumped out of his way.

He swung the door open.

So you're a tough guy
Like it really rough guy
Just can't get enough guy
Chest always so puffed guy

I'm that bad type
Make your mama sad type

I'm the bad guy

Leia's eyes widened as the shadow of the tall, dark figure covered her.

It felt like it took forever for her eyes to reach all the way up to his head. She sucked in a nervous breath, doing her best not to appear frightened – hoping she was doing a good job at disguising her trembling body.

Vader stood there, in a wide stance, observing her. Something felt odd. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but the force was faintly surrounding her – there was something eerily familiar about the sensation he felt as he looked at her. Perhaps it was true – she could link him to Obi-Wan – physically and spiritually.

"How do you know Kenobi?" That dark, haunting voice finally spoke.

Leia swallowed a gulp. He could see in her eyes she was searching for something – an idea or a solution. It was strange but she wasn't as easy to read as most of their hostages. Something was protecting her. . .or causing Vader to hold back.

"I don't." She attempted to conceal a shaky breath under her quivering lips. "Perhaps that lady made a mistake." Her brittle voice tried to sound casual, but it was clear she was scared.

Vader took a step towards her, feeling her trepidation the closer he got to her.

"Why is he protecting you... " He thought out loud. Now standing right next to her, she was afraid to look up.

He bent down to look at her. And he could see her visibly shaking. She kept her eyes firmly on the table in front of her, praying he would go away.

"You're not a Jedi..." He studied her.

And in a flash, he raised his hand, using the force to probe into her mind. She screeched, squirming from the slight but sharp pain. It felt like he was giving her a migraine – a grating feeling, like the sensation you get from hearing nails on a chalkboard – like he was scratching through her temples.

"You're strong." He drawled, finally letting go – freeing her from his Force clutches. "But you're a liar." He growled quietly, walking around the table to stand opposite her.

"Your name's not Looma."

A tear streamed down Leia's cheek as she recovered.

"How do you know?" She spat.

"Your thoughts betray you. Your words don't match up. . .and you care deeply for Kenobi." He droned. He allowed himself to sit on the chair Reva occupied previously and looked at her curiously. "But why?"

"I don't." She sniveled. Her voice began to raise, as she grew afraid, anxious – impatiently wanting this to end. "I hardly know him! I'm not the girl you're looking for!"

"Well, if that's true, then no one's coming for you." He spoke with a cavalier attitude, leaning back on the chair. "And I'll have to find some other use for you... Organ donation," He callously pretended to ponder. "–might come in handy."

He observed his own metal hand, presenting himself with his typical brand of nonchalance. "Speaking of hands, we lose a lot of those around here."

"You can't touch me!" She blurted out. And his eyes returned to her. She struggled to steady her breaths. She could feel the burn from his fiery red lenses as he stared at her.

"When Obi-Wan gets here, you will all rue the day you brought me here!" She said in a panicky voice. "He is stronger than all of you! And he will destroy you! You'll never match the power of a Jedi!"

Vader got up abruptly, silencing her by flipping the table over, overcome with burning rage at the sound of any loyalty to Obi-Wan or the Jedi.

Leia halted, realizing the danger of her own words and wishing she hadn't spoken them.

His intense stare crippled her – interrupted only by Reva's entrance.

Reva's eyes rushed from the Sith Lord's to the little girl's, and she carefully intervened. "My lord." She affirmed hurriedly. "We cannot draw Kenobi in if she's harmed."

Vader's mechanical breaths echoed in the room, slowing down gradually, until they were quiet enough for him to walk away. He pushed past Reva, she could feel his fury – it filled the room, making everyone feel colder.

"Y-You saved my life." Leia quavered

"No." Reva breathed out, staring at the door through which Vader left. It took her by surprise – he was more riled up than she was earlier. "I saved mine."

Vader stormed into one of the units to be alone. Quivering with uninhibited rage.

He hated how easily the kid got under his skin. Or perhaps it was her faith in Obi-Wan that triggered him.

Never had he met anyone who dared to out-stubborn him. But it was more than the little girl. It was about who it was always about – Obi-Wan Kenobi.

The man responsible for his suffering. The man who sentenced him to life in his metal prison.

But it wasn't just about Obi-Wan winning a duel, no matter how violent the duel was. It was about what Obi-Wan represented:

All of Anakin's loss.

Every memory, every feeling, every desire, every attachment that Anakin ever had was gone because Obi-Wan won. And the longer it took Vader to find and defeat him, the weaker he felt. He was dying to settle the score and yet failing miserably.

Because, if he doesn't beat Obi-Wan soon, then Anakin's losses – the ones Vader buried deep within him – will come to the surface. And he couldn't handle that. He couldn't handle remembering Anakin's pain and trauma. He couldn't bear to be him again, knowing what he lost. He vowed to never be him again.

Riddled with insecurity, he stood there, trying to catch his breath – even frustrated with that mechanical sound that came out of his mouth.

Suddenly, he felt two hands glide elegantly across his torso. He looked down and he recognized them instantly.

No. He bitterly pleaded with himself. It's not real.

He could feel her behind him, her head buried in his back – as high as she could reach, which wasn't very high.

She's not real... Don't let them get in your head.

But once again, that familiar feeling – the fear of not being in control – was stronger than his resilience.

Padme's body now slid over in front of him. He forced himself not to look. Staring straight ahead, over her head.

Her hands trailed up his chest.

It feels real... He could tell his mind was playing tricks on him.

But it's not.

Her hands reached up to cradle his face. He could tell they were warm, calming, like they used to be – even through the mask.

But still he refused to look at her, taking in slow, deep breaths.

She then reached to remove his helmet, and he flinched.

If it wasn't real. . .why does he feel so vulnerable?

She managed to remove his mask, placing it on the glass table in the room, and her fingers lingered on his cheek, caressing his scars.

Her warmth flooded his skin as her palm brushed against his jaw. He stood there, breathing heavily – his once frozen body now struggling to pull back from the brink. Her fingers continued to trace his face, memorizing his bone structure.

"Take it." She seductively whispered. Her soothing voice and the way she pressed her body against his made him feel dizzy. "Take what you really want."

He swallowed a gulp as her hands grazed down his back. He could feel her fingertips digging into him. And it felt so good to feel her burning caresses. The blend of pain and pleasure perfectly depicting his turbulent passion for her.

"It's all yours." She sang. And with a final, fierce exhale, Vader gave in.

His eyes finally landed on her, looking at her luscious hair, down her graceful curves, and back up to her ripe lips with irrational desire.

Rapidly, he grabbed her by the hair, tugging on it, urging her head backwards to force his lips on hers – his tongue plundered her mouth, taking what belonged to him.

His tongue massaged hers, claiming her with rough yet sweet strokes. Suddenly, he spins her around, bending her over the glass table, beside his helmet.

He then took a moment to gaze at her, as she waited for him. He began to pull up her skirt slowly, savoring the moment – pacing himself before his urges ran rampant.

He unzipped his trousers and took his place inside her, holding her down with one hand clasped on the back of her neck and the other gripping onto her hip.

He pounded into her, hard – furiously making love to her like he was punishing her – punishing her for not being real, for not being here, for not being his anymore.

A shattering moan escaped her lips as he thrusted into her. Lost in a whirlwind of intense sensations as he grunted out, feeling his flesh smack against hers as he held her in place.

The pulsations matched their heartbeats and sent a fiery and icy rush through his body, leading up to an overwhelming wave of ecstasy. The buildup now a throbbing rhythm that engulfed every part of his body, hitting every nerve, leaving him breathless, and his groans struggled to remain steady under her lascivious cries. He reached out, grabbing a fistful of her hair once more. The staggering tingling of the head of his organ demanding a climax – and to feel that sweet release.

And she was gone.

His shaky breaths filled the room. He stood there, panting, viciously glaring out into nothing, realizing he imagined it all.

Looking down at his now empty hand that he could've sworn felt the soft brushes of her hair strands only seconds ago, he was fuming. He was done with his mind turning on him. He raised said hand and, with a feral thrash, he dragged the glass table across the room, using the force to smash it against the wall.

I like it when you take control
Even if you know that you don't
Own me, I'll let you play the role
I'll be your animal

Pity the men I know

Bad Guy - Billie Eilish