Hi everyone! El here! This is my first story I will be publishing on my profile! I originally started writing this story a few years ago when I was a bit younger, so please be considerate of that when you're reading and please pardon any mistakes! I have done my best to correct the most obvious errors, although they sometimes do slip my eyes. :) I do plan on continuing this story with a part 2 so please stay tuned!

And with that, enjoy!

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It was a calm day on the planet of Coruscant in a galaxy far, far away. At least, that's what the view of an outsider would think if they didn't step foot on the planet's massive city. Thousands of speeders zoomed through the busy afternoon traffic's rush hour, and thousands of skyscrapers twinkled in the twin suns, with hundreds of people roaming the streets surrounding them.

Near the capital buildings of the Republic, the Jedi Temple stood abroad in the sunny horizon, overlooking the city. Most of the Jedi were away on assigned missions to fight the on-going war with the Separatists, however, two notable Jedi (or one Jedi-in-training), had returned the week prior from a grueling mission to rest and wait for their next assigned mission.

Anakin Skywalker was frantically looking around his quarters for his misplaced lightsaber. He had planned to go out on some "errands" for Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, at least, that's what his Padawan, Ahsoka, thought. What he really was doing was going out for a long-awaited date with his secret wife, Senator Padmé Amadala of Naboo. Nobody, not even Ahsoka or Obi-Wan, knew about the forbidden relationship between the Jedi Knight and the Senator.

"Snips!" Anakin called from the kitchen of the quarters he shared with Ahsoka, which he was opening, closing, and reopening the cupboards in a desperate attempt to look for his misplaced lightsaber. Yes, Anakin had lost it, again.

Ahsoka, meanwhile, had locked herself away in her bedroom, flipping through the latest Coruscant Beauty HoloMag she had received in the HoloMail the day before on her bed. She had headphones on as she listened to her favorite rock band playlist, not hearing Anakin's calls down the hall.

"Snips!" Anakin called again back in the kitchen as he opened the cabinet under the sink and tossed all the cleaning supplies behind him, as a last resort to track down his lightsaber, although that would've been a ridiculous spot to leave it.

Yet again, no response.

"For the love of the Force, where is she?!" Anakin grumbled as he headed down the hall.

"Ahsoka!" he shouted as he pounded on her bedroom door.

Inside, Ahsoka thought that she had heard her name muffled through her headphones. She looked up at her door across the room, shrugged, and then started admiring a female human model with an outfit she liked.

As she inspected the models in the HologMag, she realized how flawless all of their skin was, no white markings were on their cheeks or forehead, like Ahsoka, thanks to being a Togruta. The human girls had perfectly styled hair in the absence of lekku sprouting from the top of their heads.

Ahsoka ran a finger across her forehead over her birth markings. If only there was a model who looked like her or her people.

Meanwhile, Anakin lingered outside.

"Ahsoka, I mean it! Open the door!"

Not looking up from her HoloMag, she sensed Anakin's presence, sighed, tossed off her headphones, and casually lifted her hand to use the Force.

Woosh. The door slid open.

About time! Anakin thought. He slipped inside his Padawan's room, finding her sprawled out on her bed.

"Hey, Skyguy. What's up?" Ahsoka asked, focusing on her HoloMag.

"I've been calling you for the past five minutes, Ahsoka. Why didn't you respond?" Anakin replied sternly with his arms crossed.

"Sorry, Master. I didn't hear you. Do you need something?" Ahsoka asked carelessly. She had her eyes set on the faces of all the models on the page she was looking at, realizing how different she looked compared to them.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. I've lost my lightsaber, and I'm running late for an important errand, have you seen it?"

"Nope. Check your room," Ahsoka said tonelessly.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Anakin asked, now starting to feel worried, realizing the shift in Ahsoka's cherry mood from earlier at lunch.

Finally, Ahsoka looked up from her lap.

"Nothing, I'm fine, Master. I'm sorry for being rude. Thanks for your concern, though," the Togruta teen lied, still not meeting his eyes. "By the way, you dropped your lightsaber behind the couch when we were watching TV yesterday. I meant to get it, but then I got a HoloCall from Barriss and forgot about it."

Anakin was not fooled by his Padawan. He sensed her sadness and insecurity rubbing off of her.

He looked at the alarm clock on Ahsoka's nightstand and sighed. He was now nearly half an hour late, and it would take him an additional ten minutes, without traffic, to arrive at Padmé's apartment.

As much as he wanted to reach out and figure out what's wrong with Ahsoka, he needed to leave.

"Alright, Snips, I need to go. Thanks for informing me. You'll be alone tonight for dinner, is that okay with you?"

The young girl nodded meekly, obviously distracted.

"I left some credits for you on the table for the mess hall, or you can help yourself in the kitchen. You know the drill." He turned to leave, but then stopped at the door. "I should be back in a couple of hours. If you get lonely, you can have Barriss over. She just returned from her mission last night and I'm sure she would like to see you."

"Okay, thank you, Master," Ahsoka sighed.

"See you later, Snips," Anakin said.

And with that, he left, the automatic door sliding shut behind him, leaving Ahsoka alone to her thoughts.