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Chapter List
- 1-Castaways
- 2-Renegade
- 3-Hermit
- 4-Jedi
- 5-Ghost
- 6-Sith
- 7-Savior
- 8-Hero
- 5
- 6
- 7
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He�s here again.
You�d think being a Sith would grant you a few special rights. You
know. Not being haunted and so on.
�What the fuck do you
want you old fucker?� I scream out from my bed. All I hear is that
annoying little chuckle he always does right before he says something
he finds incredibly amusing.
�You kiss Sidious
with that mouth?�
See what I mean.
�Only in your
dreams.� Ha, take that specter from hell.
�Anakin, as amusing
as this is, I�m not here to bicker with you.�
Now he has my
attention. He referred to me as him again. He knows I�m Darth Vader
now, and rarely makes the mistake of calling me by his name.
I drag myself up into a
sitting position, bracing my back against the cold metal of the wall.
It doesn�t really bother me like it used to. I almost feel like the
wall and I are kindred spirits. So much in common.
�Then why are you
here?�
He sure looks
uncomfortable. You know, if blue ghosts can seem more uncomfortable
in one moment than they usually do. And on that train of thought, his
awkwardness reminds me of how he used to be. When he was alive that
is.
�Anakin��
�That�s NOT my
name,� I practically hiss at him. He sighs melodramatically and
walks up to the side of my bed. The hairs on the back of my neck
stand up and I lean away from him out of habit. I�ve never been
fond of the company of dead people.
�Yes it is. And you
know it. You may be Darth Vader now but you weren�t always. I know.
I was there.�
With that he leans in
and stares straight into my eyes. Its amazing that even without a
physical face he can still give off such emotion. And power. A
completely different tingle runs down my necks and more hairs stand
up.
�I was there before
this�� He reaches out and places a hand against my chest. Right
over a section that had been burnt too deeply too be healed and had
left a sickly smooth scar. I can�t feel him touching me anymore. No
cold breeze on my skin. Nothing you�d expect from a ghost touching
you. Just the knowledge that it happened, like waking with a dream on
the back of your eyes.
He pulls back and I�m
oddly thankful. Him trying to touch me reminds me of things.
I�d say memories, but I�m not too sure. I must really be getting
old, everything is fuzzy now. Blurring together.
�I�m going to help
you. Whether you like it or not.�
Boy, good to know I�ve
got a choice.
�If you were alive
I�d��
�Kill me again.�
We say at the same
time, his face going slack again. Why would he feel like that? Be so
hurt. He acts like it was a travesty for me, a Sith, to kill a Jedi.
Maybe being dead has gone to his brain.
�Why would you help
me?�
Why am I indulging him?
He can�t keep haunting me all day and night. I should just ignore
him and he�ll go away.
�Because I love you,
you moron.�
He�s smiling at me,
but that quickly fades when he sees that I�m confused. Why would he
love me? I know him, somehow I do, but its just out of reach. Maybe
if I could get a good night�s sleep I would be able to remember
clearly.
He leans forward and
looks from one of my eyes to the other. I am really starting to get
annoyed by this.
�Do you remember me?�
He paused looked down, muttering, �Well you must, you remember
killing me. But then why��
So now I have a
mentally unstable ghost. Wonderful. Just what I need. As he debates
something, his brows come together and he pouts a bit, leaning his
head forward.
For a second I have the
weirdest urge to kiss him.
What the hell was that?
Why would I want to kiss some Jedi I killed? Wait, not just �some
Jedi�, Obi-Wan. That�s his name. And I do know him, but I can�t
remember knowing him.
Ah ha. The missing
piece of the puzzle. Anakin. Anakin must have known this Obi-Wan
Kenobi. And it must have been his urge to kiss him. Yes, that�s it.
I�m just too tired to expel his thoughts. Uh oh, the ghost is
looking at me again.
Why is he staring at me
so much? Its making me self-conscious. Which in and of itself is
disturbing on a whole new level.
�What?�
He leans forward
quickly, in a move that would have made him fall straight onto me had
he a physical presence. Instead, it caused his face to be brought to
mine, close enough that his non-existent lips would have been
touching mine. I stared into his eyes for a second longer than I
should have before pulling violently away, swiping at him with the
balled up fist of my right hand. He just smirks as the metal goes
through him.
�Still don�t
remember? I suppose it�s been a while since I�ve visited you, but
I didn�t thing you would have forgotten all about me.�
�Forgotten what?�
He is standing a
comfortable distance away again and I feel myself relax. Being kissed
by a ghost is a weird experience. I�d rather not have to go through
it again if I can help it, so I�ll play along with this Jedi�s
game a while longer.
�You�ve forgotten,
Anakin. Forgotten everything that happened when you were him. But
listen, you don�t have much time left. You can lie to yourself if
you want, but your use of the dark side of the Force has drained your
body and you won�t last much longer.�
He�s not lying. I
know he isn�t. Even my master knows that I will die soon. And I
want to see Luke at least one more time. Although that doesn�t
explain why this Jedi is here and bothering me so much.
�So you came to tell
me I�m going to die soon? Sorry to disappoint but I already know,�
I mutter. His eyes on me are making me uncomfortable again so I stand
up and walk to the window. It�s small and right now only faces the
emptiness of space. I look into the glass but only see my disfigured
self. I guess ghosts don�t cast reflection.
When I tilt my head to
the side, he is a breath away from me. Quiet feet on that one.
�I can help you. Luke
would like it.�
Every time that name
comes up it�s like someone has put a veil over my eyes. Nothing is
right. Just slightly out of focus. Enough to give me a headache. I�m
also getting a vague sense of déjà vu.
The ghost leans against
me, the movement just barely in my peripheral vision. He is blue and
opaque, but I remember blond and gold and red.
�If you let me help
you, I can save you and you will be with me and others again. I miss
you Anakin. And even if you hate me, I love you.�
There�s that
fuzziness again. Making my breath shorter, the room is fading out,
why, what�s going on. I feel like�
�I hit my head
against the wall and curse loudly. There�s a corresponding chuckle
from the kitchen.
�That�s not funny
Master! It fucking hurt.�
�Perhaps it wouldn�t
happne if your head were not so abnormally large?�
Oh touché.
I always hated this
stupid couch. Its too short for me. Ah�that explains it.
�Sorry Master. Maybe
I could just get a new chair, one more suited to someone above the
height of an Ewok.�
Oh dear. There appears
to be a disturbance in the Force. In my kitchen.
�You know Anakin, I
have no problem giving over your apprenticeship to one of the other
masters. I hear one of the librarian�s is in need of a padawan.�
That is not funny. And
hitting below the belt. What kind of Jedi is he? Making threats.
�But Obi-Wan, you�ve
been my master for six years. Surely you couldn�t bear to part with
me after all this time?� I say with a super sugary voice. I was
ready with my ear turned to the kitchen, waiting for the witty
response.
And waiting.
Still waiting.
�Master?�
He seems to snap out of
whatever was keeping him silent and grunts in my direction. Obviously
the dirty dishes are taking precedence right now. Not that that�s
anything new.
�Being jealous of a
chore is not a Jedi trait, Padawan.�
How does he do

that?
With nothing better to
do, I just sit on the couch watching Obi-Wan clean things up. I know
my master. And I know that this means something is on his mind that
he doesn�t want there. I know because I react the same way. My room
is never cleaner than the night before a test.
Deciding its worth a
try, I use a little bit of the Force and direct it at my master. His
mental defenses are wavering and a few emotions seep through. I�m
not able to pick up his thoughts as well as he can mine, but I get
enough. Anxiousness. Frustation. Me.
Big surprise.
With a moment so
intense it was almost physical I feel Obi-Wan shut himself off from
me.
�Anakin.�
I hate that tone of
voice. It�s just bordering on angry. But he�s too much of a
fucking perfect Jedi to truly feel anything.
�What?� I yell
back. Frankly, it feels good. He comes around from the kitchen and I
feel myself tense. This wasn�t exactly how I planned to spend my
evening.
He�s standing next to
me and for a second I have an image of him slapping me. I want him
to. Then we can fight and settle this, whatever it is, that comes
between us. It�s never enough. Talking, meditating, fighting,
nothing takes away this tension. We can�t be in the same room
together for more than half an hour without one of us pissing the
other off.
But he doesn�t hit
me. He never does. Not like this at least.
�Control your temper,
Padawan.�
Oh great. Here comes
the Jedi code speech.
Instead of talking he
sits down on the couch. I can feel how uncomfortable he is and I
don�t think it has to do with me being Force sensitive and all. He
keeps shifting and its really starting to become noticeable.
�Anakin. We have to
talk. About a few things.�
�Such as?� Ouch. I
didn�t mean to snap at him. It just kind of, came out that way.
He glares at me with
cold blue gray eyes and I fight the urge to shrink into the other
corner of the couch. I will not let myself be intimidated.
�You�re not coming
along like you should be. You break rules, cause trouble in the
temple, and,� he stumbles, coughing to try and mask the mistake,
�And I�m seriously considering having you given to another
master.�
�What!�
Isn�t it amazing how
when you�re angry you don�t even notice yourself moving? I�m
standing up and I think I�m cursing at him�also kinda fuzzy on
that.
�Anakin!�
His voice is harsh and
quiet, and for some reason that makes it hurt all the worse. He
wasn�t just playing a prank. He�s serious. Why?
�Why, Master? I don�t
understand.�
For crying out loud, I
sound like I�m ten.
And for all intents and
purposes, he looks like he�d dealing with a ten year old. Head hung
over, hands in between his knees. I�ve seen that position a million
times. Every time I�d lose my temper, or hurt someone in a sparring
match.
�Anakin. We�you��
he sighed heavily.
Well, that just cleared
everything up, didn�t it.
�Obi-Wan how the fuck
could you do this?�
I guess he�s angry
too cause now he�s standing.
�Anakin. For once try
and realize that not everything in this universe revolves around
you!�
Wow. My master yelled.
This doesn�t happen very often. And his eyes are fierce. I�ve
seen him look like this in battle. I can�t believe this. Is that
what this is to him? A battle?
�Master, I swear to
you, I will get better. I�ll listen to what you say, and follow the
council�s orders�� Despite my best intentions, I think I�m
giving him puppy eyes.
�Those are only some
of the reasons, Anakin,� he says, strangely avoiding eye contact.
�What else is there?
If you tell me what I�ve done wrong I�ll fix it.�
As my temper fades so
too does my energy and I end up slumped on the couch. Bonk. I hate
that wall. And now is really not a good time to have a headache.
Obi-Wan sits down next to me, but his body is tense and rigid.
�Anakin, I know that
you would do anything to stay a padawan. But this isn�t a problem
that you can fix.�
Again, vague. Why is it
when I need a straight answer most my master has to go on tangents?
�Master. Just tell me
why?�
�Jedi are not
supposed to have feelings. We are not to be ruled by our emotions,�
he pauses to raise a hand and stop my inevitable disagreement. �But
it is not you that is having this problem. My feelings for you are
becoming a burden, and I fear that soon I won�t be able to make
unbiased decisions concerning you.�
Ha. Oh man. And here I
thought it was something serious. Leave it to Obi-Wan to worry me for
nothing.
�Master, that�s not
a problem. I�m your apprentice. Its expected, even with Jedi that
we would form attachments to each other��
�Anakin��
��and feelings and
want to act on them to keep each other safe��
��there�s more to
it than you know, you don�t realize��
��without the
friendship we have we could never had a bond and work together��
��this isn�t
about that!�
I am stopped with my
mouth hanging slightly open. I don�t think in all my years I�ve
ever heard his voice that loud. And what does he mean? What could
this be about?
He leans in and some
instinctual part of my mind takes this as an attack and I start
pulling back. But he�s too fast and I�m too confused.
He kisses me.
My master, Obi-Wan
Kenobi, the freaking poster child of the Jedi now has his warm lips
crossing mine. I close my parted mouth, though then open it again,
not wanting him to think I�m rejecting him.
Wait a minute. Why am I
not rejecting him? I should be. He�s taking advantage of me.
Oh god, that�s his
tongue. On my mouth. In my mouth.
He�s so hot, and
alive. I�ve never kissed anyone before. Never had something warm
and alive in my mouth. It wriggles against my tongue and I find
myself too stunned to return the motion.
Then he�s pulling
back, and our lips have lost that brief connection.
�My, feelings

for you are not good for our relationship. Now you know, and you know
why I think you should be transferred to another master.�
He kissed me. I kissed
a man. And a Jedi no less. I certainly couldn�t have predicted this
an hour ago.
�No. I refuse. If you
give me up as your padawan, I�ll leave the Jedi Order altogether.�
�Anakin, that�s not
funny to joke about. And with what I just did to you��
�What you just did to
me? You make it seem like I didn�t enjoy it,� I pause, enjoying
the confused look in his eyes and the blush below them.
This time I kiss him,
and it suddenly takes on a whole new excitement. Closing my eyes,
trusting to find my mark from so close. His accusations and
complaints die on his now otherwise occupied tongue. I could
definitely get used to this.
I�ll convince him to
keep me.
I�d do anything to
stay with him.
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