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Estora: Thanks so much for the comment, my dear! And I'm so terribly sorry that I didn't get that update done in time. Please, feel free to bother me until I get it done. I've just been so darned busy lately! I didn't know my summer was going to be so hectic. Plus, another computer crash doesn't help things one bit. I'll have to get it fixed again. But that's no excuse. I'll get to it!
bassclrntchick19: Thankee! Glad you liked them, even though you absolutely despise Star Wars. *cough* Anywho... I hope you'll like these, Nico!
Paty-chan: Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed them, and they were meant to make you laugh, so good for me! I hope these will make you laugh, too. I do love making people happy. :)
Author's Note: I just can't get enough of Anakin. He's so fun to write, and he's adorable! Maybe next time I'll think of something a bit more creative (and outside my comfort zone), but until then, enjoy some more Ani drabbles! :)
- Week Three -
Far
Obi-Wan was sweating profusely now. Moisture dribbled down his forehead, stinging his eyes. His muscles were screaming. There was a dull ache in his left leg that wouldn't go away. How much longer could they possibly keep this up? It never seemed to end. Slash, duck, stab. Slash, duck, stab. Over and over again.
"I'm getting too old for this!" he managed between clenched teeth.
Beside him, Anakin smirked, raising his blade to deflect a stray blaster bolt. "You're not old, Master. You're far too old."
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. He now had a headache, to top it all off.
Prisoners
"The Force controls everything. If we open our minds and listen..."
Master Windu's ramblings never seemed to end. They dragged on and on and on and on...
"Skywalker!"
Anakin snorted, wiping the drool from his sleeve. The other students were staring at him like he'd done something wrong. How were they not bored, too?
"The Force tells us what to do. We are merely servants."
Anakin raised a hand.
"Yes?"
"So basically we have no free will. We're like prisoners." He frowned. "I'd rather join the dark side."
Mace Windu's face had never been a darker shade of crimson.
"Skywalker!"
Peacekeepers
It was Anakin's fourth mission, and Obi-Wan was already threatening to disown him.
"What did I do wrong?"
"Well, let's see... You set fire to a block of houses, accidentally ran over a Gamorrean with your speeder-"
"I thought it was dead!"
"That's still no reason to run it over!"
"I didn't-"
"You screamed at two armed thugs and started a brawl in the cantina, Anakin! Jedi are peacekeepers. Our duty is to put an end to violence, not cause mayhem.
Anakin's eyes widened, staring at Obi-Wan in open-mouthed confusion. "Oh! So that's what "keeping the peace" means!"
Obi-Wan face-palmed.
Uncharted
"Be cautious, Padawan."
Anakin rolled his eyes, looking down at the map as he walked.
"Watch your step."
Plop!
"I told you to watch your step."
"Sorry."
Anakin wiped his boots on the grass and fell into step behind Obi-Wan.
"Stay focused. We are walking into uncharted territory."
"What do you mean uncharted? We're in the middle of Alderaan."
"A-Alderaan?"
Anakin gave him a puzzled look, turning the map over in his hands. "Oh... By "Side B" you meant the back side of the map, didn't you?"
"Don't tell me you flew us to the wrong planet again."
Silence.
"Anakin!"
Scape
Mmmm. Flowers. Naboo. Padmé.
"A root is the underground organ of a plant that lacks buds, leaves, blah, blah, blah, blah..."
Food... Casserole. Mmmm. My favorite
"... supports a plant or fungus, blah, blah, blah..."
Never cook in your underwear, Anakin. Never...
"A scape is a leafless-"
"Escape do whut?" Anakin snorted and jerked his head off the desk, bloodshot eyes widening. "Escape? Escape! Everyone escape! Run! Fire, fire! I've burned the casserole!"
He jumped from his feet and ran for the door, leaving his astonished instructor and classmates behind. Once he was gone, no one bothered to look for him.