POV: Anakin Skywalker

We've been on Mandalore for a couple weeks now and we finally got some excitement, albeit endangering the duchess, but still exciting. The palace had been invaded by several squads relative to the Death Watch, plus the Death Watch. The organization had grown a lot larger than it was before. Obi-Wan wasn't too happy with the realization. The larger amount of combatants, the harder it would be to guarantee everyone's safety. He, like normal, was more concerned for my safety than anyone else's, but he also had Satine to watch since she was... carrying his child. It bothered me to no end that he'd gotten her pregnant while with me. My relationship with him was pretty much deteriorating, but we were still trying to get over the bump in it. We fought here and there, but it hadn't been... too bad.

Obi-Wan's habits had gotten considerably worse in regards to alcohol. He'd begun drinking more and he didn't think I'd noticed, but I did. We still slept in the same bed even though we didn't participate in any intimate... things. I wasn't entirely up for it anymore. He'd gotten me out of the mood just by lying to me all this time. If he had told me about what went on between him and Satine, things wouldn't be this bad right now. He lied to me the night we got here and he'd lied to me and Satine had to be the one who was honest with me. If there was anyone I wanted to hear it from, it was him.

I cleared my thoughts, trying to suppress the ones that upset me. I focused on the here and now because the past couldn't be altered. We'd managed to escape, but only barely. We had enough to get us by for a little while as well. Satine had a lot of crates on the ship containing her items already, so it was fortunate for her. Padme and Satine could share clothing and such. Obi-Wan and I, however, had nothing to change into. We'd left everything on Mandalore. Thrilling.

Obi-Wan came up to me and I feared we'd fight again, so I avoided him. We'd gotten into verbal fights. That's all it's been. I lifted a crate and walked past him, heading down the landing ramp. We'd found an abandoned home in the middle of nowhere and there was just enough space for the four of us. Satine and Padme were conversing off to my right as I carried the crate into the house. I set it down by the stairway. I'd take it up later when I got everything into the house. There were far too many crates and I'd intended on just doing this tomorrow, but that would be more work than I actually wanted to do.

I went back to the ship and Obi-Wan stood there, a deep frown on his face. "Anakin –" He came up to me and I curved, moving aside. He grabbed my shoulder harshly and I snarled, raising my lip. "Let me talk to you."

"Make it quick. I have more important things to do." He looked hurt by my words. I wanted to hurt him, but I didn't at the same time. I still loved him, but he'd hurt me a lot. I was one for revenge, but… I couldn't help the way my heart tightened when I saw the look on his face after saying something cruel. Just the other day, I told him to suck my dick. It wasn't meant sexually either. He was trying to apologize to me in front of Satine, which made it even more pathetic. The fact that he had to say sorry in front of her pissed me off and made me think she'd talked him into doing it. It didn't feel genuine.

"Look, Anakin, I'm really sorry for the way things have been lately. I love you, Ani –"

I cut him off. "Anakin. You will call me Anakin." Again, another thing I'd done to hurt him. He loved calling me Ani and I liked hearing him say it. The thing is, I didn't want to be excited by him right now. I was angry at him for more reasons than one. Each day, he added something new to the list. He was now up to getting his acquaintance pregnant, stealing a few of my things to piss me off, breaking my holopad, hiding my lightsaber for three days, stalking me when I left the palace, purposely burning me with hot water while I was in the shower, and, to top it all off, he tried to fuck me in the middle of the night once.

"Anakin, I love you." I stared at him silently, not returning it regardless of how much I wanted to deep down. I loved him so much more than I could ever tell him and I didn't want to say it aloud. I didn't want him to think that everything he'd done lately was okay. I didn't want him to think I was weak enough to take him back for all of the terrible things he'd done to me. The thing was, I am weak. I love him too much to push him away from me. The fact that he'd had sex with someone else hurt, but I was still in love with him more than he probably realized. "Say something."

"Something," I said sarcastically. He got furious with me and I recoiled slightly, not wanting to be around him. I didn't want to fight him, but I also didn't want to show him I still cared.

"Don't be a smart ass, Anakin." I shrugged him off and went to grab another crate. I carried it down the ramp and he grabbed a crate himself, following me. It bothered me slightly. I didn't want him following me anymore. I went out a few nights ago to buy myself something to eat that wasn't royal food and he followed me, and then accused me of going out to meet someone. I was tired of him acting like this when I'd done nothing to warrant his nosiness. I was faithful. I was loyal. I would never be able to betray him like he'd betrayed me.

I rolled my eyes, still not wanting to answer him. He sighed and grabbed a crate, heading out again. I was absolutely furious, not with him leaving like that, but just for the things he'd done. I could feel the anger boiling up inside of me and I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn't contain it anymore. I'd tried to be too nice the last few weeks and I couldn't keep it up anymore. I growled and unleashed a wave of the Force about the ship. Things went flying, durasteel was dented, and a few things were broken – mostly Obi-Wan's possessions. I didn't think he'd mind since he'd broken my heart, which was much more fragile than anything he owned.

He came back in and I threw one of his crates at him. I'd gone through them last night while he was asleep and I knew the contents were from his previous treks and stays with the duchess. I found clothes I wished I hadn't seen as well as condoms. That bothered me. I knew they weren't used, but still. He stared at me like I'd gone mad and I picked up another of the duchess' crates, lugging it out. "Fix the pipe," I said quickly as I walked past him. I'd damaged one of the pipes that kept the interior of the ship stable. I knew what it would do if he messed with it, so I let him play with it. He's never been good with fixing anything mechanical, so he'd either have air burst in his face or he'd totally screw up and have his entire body thrown from the spot. Either way, I didn't care. I was too angry to care.

POV: Obi-Wan Kenobi

I hated myself. He wouldn't even try to let me apologize for my mistake. I tried smacking the twisted, busted pipe with the wrench, receiving a decent amount of smoke in the face. "Blast!" I coughed, wiping my forehead, keeping the wrench firm in my left hand, wiping my eyes with my right arm to gain some of my sight back. I heard someone chuckle behind me and my first thought was that it was Ani. Maybe then I could apologize.

I turned around, my heart in my throat, but was greatly disappointed to find Padme leaning against a pile of crates, smiling. "Would you like some help?" I turned back to the pipe, clanging it with the wrench.

"No. I've got it under control. Thank you though."

She moved across the ship, then over to me, trying to hand me a piece of metal. "I think you forget this." She chuckled and I rolled my eyes, taking the metal piece. Anakin, I muttered mentally, fixing the dent and getting back on my feet to grab a few boxes. "Obi-Wan, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"

I walked past her with two boxes in my hands, pausing to look at her. "Go ahead."

She didn't even hesitate and, without skipping a beat, asked, "Are you and Anakin… close?"

I blushed beet red from ear to ear. "He's my brother, of course. I care a great deal for him, seeing as I've known him for so long." Shame he probably didn't return the feelings towards me. I carried both boxes past her, not waiting for another reply. I dropped the boxes once inside, kneeling to start emptying them of clothes and trinkets. I was halfway through the second box when I was struck in the eye with something very hard, resulting in a growl from me. I heard a chuckle from above as I rubbed my throbbing eye. I glanced up to see Anakin sitting at the top of the staircase. I glared and yelled, "What the hell, Anakin?"

He shrugged and I looked at the book, realizing that the title included the word 'liar.' I looked back up at him and he stood up, coming down the stairs. "I thought you'd like the book. It kind of relates to you, so…"

"Anakin, listen to me, okay?" I moved towards him, still upset that he'd just thrown a book at me. He tried to dodge me and I gripped his wrist harshly. "I said listen to me, damn it!"

He pulled his wrist away from me and glared. "I don't want to listen to your excuses, Obi-Wan. I have nothing to say to you. Satine's waiting for you upstairs. You might as well go see her."

I gaped only briefly before returning to my original glare, amplifying my anger. I grabbed his arms and spun a bit, shoving him into the glass table in the middle of the room. He shattered it and cried out. I lost all of my senses in that moment and it felt as though a darker entity took over me in these next few moments. I hit Anakin's face as hard as I could and gripped his neck, restricting his air. I heard him gasping and I felt him grip my hand, trying to stop me from hurting him, but I only wanted to hurt him more. He wouldn't even listen to me. He accused me of wanting to spend time with Satine. He didn't understand that I loved him so much. I pressed down on his throat and his eyes closed as he struggled to breathe, as he struggled against me. I liked that he was putting up a fight. Strangely, I liked it a lot. He was straining to beg me to let him go and, once I decided that I was satisfied with his pain, I pulled my hand away from him and stood over him, looming like I was bigger than he was.

He began coughing like mad, his face contorting painfully. I saw blood all over the floor, shards covered in him. My eyes widened as I realized what I'd just done to him. I pulled him up out of his bloody mess and held him against me as he continued to cough and hiss in pain. I held his head against my neck and I felt his wet tears on my skin.

This time, I'd hurt him really bad.