A/N: I feel so guilty for not updating sooner, I mean like, I was going to…but I'm just so lazy! It's not normal I swear! So…eh, read and enjoy? :)

Chapter Five

Friday evening…

"You have improved vastly; at this rate you shall be able to wield the Force without having any problems." Vader watched as Luke yawned. He had been pushing his son farther then his limits—at the Emperor's request. His son was suffering from fatigue at the moment, and was slumped across his bed.

"Hmm." Luke hummed in response.

"You still need to work on Lightsaber skills…perhaps if you paid more attention to learning instead of arguing with me, you would be good enough for a proper fight." Luke snorted and slowly gathered himself up, glaring at his Father.

"I'll have you know that I train to the best of my ability!" Luke replied hotly, sitting up.

So it seems the extra tutoring is doing him well. Vader had been furious when Luke's school report came back. It turns out that English is Luke's worst subject, something Vader immediately set about to change.

"—you don't see me scaring people into—HEY!" Luke's shout distracted Vader's thoughts.

"What is it?" Vader asked, crossing his arms.

"Are you even listening to me?" Luke pouted childishly and he too crossed his arms.

"You have my full attention." Vader amended.

"I'M NOT GOING TO REPEAT THAT!" after Vader told Luke off for shouting needlessly, they both retreated into an angry silence.

I guess, Vader reasoned with himself, that the extra tutoring and school is taking a toll on him—especially with the amount of training he is doing. Vader briefly considered giving Luke a break, but the thought was soon discarded.

Vader needed Luke to be powerful enough to kill Palpatine when the time came. The new thought merely made Vader more determined to see that his son was perfect.

He finally noticed that Luke was dozing off, and sighed in frustration to himself. He awkwardly rearranged Luke so that he was lying on his back. Satisfied, he stood back, and was about to drape the covers on top of him when Luke rolled over.

Vader grunted and shifted Luke black, carelessly tossing the sheets over him. Vader didn't like to show affection, not even to his son. It felt wrong. He simply couldn't do it, it was against is very nature. So when Luke once again was sprawled into an uncomfortable position, Vader gave up and made to leave the room.

He glanced back, and narrowed his eyes; the upper-half of Luke's body was hanging over the side of the bed. If Vader wasn't wearing his mask, and if he had a full head of hair, he would've raked his hands through it.

"This is ridiculous." He murmured to himself agitatedly.

Luke rolled again, and Vader nearly shook him awake. It was only when he caught the side of Luke's mouth twitching, did he realise that Luke had been awake the whole time.

"Luke Skywalker." Vader said sternly, and Luke's face broke out into a large grin.

"Yes, Father?" Luke asked innocently, though the devilish look on his face told Vader otherwise.

"You were awake the whole time." He stated, pulling himself up to his full height. Luke shrugged, a boyish grin on his face. He had grown used to his Father's attempts to intimidate him. It only worked if his Father was infuriated with him, and he was never really that angry…well, not with Luke at any rate.

"I am sorry Father." Luke tried his puppy-eyes, but Vader was strangely resistant. Perhaps it was the fact that Vader had pulled the exact same face with Obi-Wan.

"You know that look does not work on me. Not go to bed, it is late." Luke sighed and stretched.

"I'm not tired anymore." Vader frowned.

"A few minutes ago you were practically asleep, what happened?" Vader paced around the room a bit before drawing to a stop at the foot of Luke's bed.

"You're very entertaining when you are agitated." Luke smirked. Vader reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose, and then realised that he would not be able to. Suddenly in a foul mood, he turned to Luke.

"I expect you to be asleep within an hour." He ordered brusquely. Luke, confused at his Father's sudden change of mood (though he was used to it), sighed.

"Of course…goodnight Father." He watched forlornly as his Father swept out of the room, the door sliding shut behind him.

Whenever we have fun together, he always throws a hissy fit over something stupid and leaves. Well, I'm not going to sleep!

Feeling rebellious, Luke waited for 10 minutes and waltzed out of his room, his Lightsaber swinging gently by his side.

Outside…

Dorian whistled while Force-jumping from roof to roof, that particular night, he was feeling rather content. He always came out for a bit of roof-jumping anyway, it kept him up to date with his training.

"Mr Jackspiel?" a young voice asked. Dorian started halfway through the hair and fell towards the roof, landing heavily.

"Mr Jackspiel?" It had been Luke, who was walking sulkily along the street. His Father wasn't in, because he would've known Luke had been trying to leave the building.

Running towards the building, Luke took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The last thing he felt was that his feet were not connected to the ground. He once again connected with something solid, expect it was painful.

"Mr Jackspiel?" Luke gasped out, rubbing his sore knee.

"Uh, Luke!" Dorian turned his back to the boy and struggled to wrap his scarf around his lower-face.

"Mr…Jackspiel?" Luke asked again, a nervous feeling settling itself in his stomach. When Dorian finally turned around, he stared at Luke.

"What are you–?" he stopped midway through his sentence.

"I could ask you the same thing." Luke replied, knowing what Dorian was going to ask.

"…"

"I didn't know you were Force-sensitive!" Luke finally blurted out, kneeling forwards. It had been foolish to go outside without warm clothing, Luke began to realise, since his breath was coming out in foggy swirls.

"Luke, uh, I must be going. I shall be seeing you later!" Dorian hurriedly stood up, fixing his hastily wrapped scarf in the process. "You should be in bed." He said, playfully stern.

"But Dorian—" Luke forgot about formalities as he suddenly attached himself to Dorian's leg. "I have so many questions!" Luke fought back as Dorian shook himself free.

"You have so many questions…do not worry, they will all be answered in due time. Do not mention this to anyone." The corners of Dorian's eyes crinkled, and Luke knew that the older man was smiling.

"I—okay, but I'm holding you to your word!" Luke stood up, wincing as his knee protested.

"Can you get back home?"

"Yes. I'll see you at school, I guess…?" Luke watched enviously as Dorian jumped gracefully down to the ground, landing with a skilful roll.

"Someday, I'll be even better than that." Luke muttered to himself. After making a much more…lacklustre landing, Luke hobbled his way home.