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Sun Kissed	By : Vee017 Category: Star Wars (All) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 14741 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He sat.

The grass beneath him was soft and lush, the ground reassuringly solid.

It wasn’t anything like sand.

It didn’t shift, it didn’t stick, it didn’t get anywhere it shouldn’t. But the ground held only a small part of his attention. Everything he had was drawn to the magnificence of the deep blue water sparkling far down below.

Over the edge and far past the grassy knolls that slowly shifted to white beach, Anakin watched the sunlight sparkle and reflect off of the surface of the water. The waves swelled and crashed in white foam over the beach.

And sand, his mind supplied absently.

But the water... The ocean, as Obi-Wan called it. It was beautiful. It was more water than Anakin had ever seen in his entire life. More than anything. And it was everywhere! The ocean stretched in front of him for kilometers on end, more than he could count and was probably just as deep. Fathoms that he couldn’t work out, couldn’t comprehend.

It was…he didn’t have the words.

He just knew that this planet didn’t need to be worried about water, or the lack of it. They didn’t need to conserve it…

It was…

Anakin stared. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of looking at it.

“Here.”

Obi-Wan’s voice startled him out of his thoughts. He’d hardly noticed the other man come and go, so wrapped up in the scenery presented to him. Obi-Wan shook out a blanket and draped it across Anakin’s shoulders.

He shivered as the wind picked up and drew the blanket around him, silently thankful. The breezes blew past every now and then, a much cooler air than the winds of Tatooine had been before a storm.

“It’s big.”

Obi-Wan nodded. “Very. You can see the ocean from orbit, it covers 55% of the planet.”

Anakin turned back to the sea.

“I’ve never seen this before.”

Obi-Wan smiled at his wonder. “You should see Mon Calamari some day. Close to 98% of the planet is water. There are small coasts, but the species there are water dwellers.”

And how Bant had loved the water. When he had been at the Temple he could always find her in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, swimming, and floating in the pools. Obi-Wan had been a decent swimmer, but nowhere near her grace and natural agility. Master Tahl had seen it.

Even if it made his heart ache, he was more than happy that his best friend had been apprenticed. Bant had become a wonderful Jedi, a skilled Healer. He really did miss her.

Obi-Wan shook himself, and turned to his new charge.

“There’s dinner ready, if you’re hungry.”

“Really?”

Obi-Wan smiled. Their meals on the flight had been less than accommodating. “Really.”

He turned back to the house. “Come, Anakin.”

>>>

He was staring again. Just…water. More water.

And it was just…for him.

Obi-Wan had fed him and it had been one of the best meals of his life; an actual meal instead of blue milk and belthin cakes, actual food instead of the textureless gruel served in the brothel.

Anakin wandered closer to the bathtub and sat on the edge.

He closed his eyes and thought of the fruits and meats, the soup that he had just had. Spiced, and flavoured, full and textured; Obi-Wan hadn’t planned on starving him…and with this…

Anakin hesitantly dropped his hand down and let it dip in the water. After he had eaten, Obi-Wan had drawn him a bath. He could relax, scrub the dust and sand that still clung to his skin since Tatooine, bathe…properly?

Sonic showers he had used, it was the most economically viable way to do it on Tatooine, but only if one had the money to install them. The money the pleasure slaves brought in to Kerr, paid for the expense. Water was never wasted on them; it was too precious a resource.

It was different though with his mother, back then it had been a shallow basin and a washcloth to be shared. Sonic showers too expensive, and water had to be carefully measured out.

Anakin stared at the bath water.

It was certainly deeper than a basin. And Obi-Wan had still only filled it half way. It was both scarily comforting and disconcerting how Obi-Wan knew what he was thinking. But he’d probably know how Anakin felt about water from observing his reaction so far.

Even with his new shields, Anakin knew his thoughts still came out sometimes. And the way he affected Obi-Wan…

He was the first Force Sensitive Anakin had met, and just knowing that there were other people like Anakin, that the Jedi had started out like him. Well, it was something.

Taking a deep breath, he began to shed his clothes, carefully folding them and setting them on the rack beside the towels that had been laid out for him. Soft towels, incredibly soft, they were nice. And he was stalling.

Taking a deep breath, he cautiously dipped his foot in the water. Sitting on the edge of the tub, he brought his other foot to meet the water as well.

It was warm. Actual temperature warm.

The desire to just get in was starting to overwhelm, the fact that he could have this was trying to outweigh the thought that he would somehow contaminate the purity of the water. Before he had seen the ocean, the bath water would have been more he had seen all in one place.

Taking a deep breath, he lowered himself into the water. Felt the heat and small ripples wave and wrap around his body. It was all right. He wasn’t on Tatooine, Bandomeer had lots of water, Obi-Wan said it was all right.

Immersed to the waist, Anakin sat. He was warm.

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He could hear light splashing as he walked passed the ‘fresher door. Obi-Wan sighed in relief that he wasn’t going to have to have to push Anakin any more than he had to. He had been a bit worried about Anakin’s reaction, since his reaction to the water aboard the ship they had taken to Coruscant. Water had been the most precious commodity on the desert planet of the boy’s birth. Water meant life, everywhere, on every world, but Bandomeer had plenty, and a bath would do Anakin good.

He had only filled the bath half way though, after having felt Anakin’s trepidation as he mentioned him taking a bath. But it was more relaxing that a ‘fresher shower, or sonic shower. Sometimes you just had to let yourself lean back and relax. And Anakin needed to relax, and Obi-Wan would make sure that he could without fear of reprisals or insult. He had been through enough and he wasn’t going to make it worse on him.

He wanted to…help.

Which was odd to say the least. Though at some point it wouldn’t have been. It was why he wanted to become a Jedi in the first place; to help, to save, to do everything in his power for the people of the galaxy. But once his fate with the AgriCorps was dotted and signed, he had shut that part of himself away, over the years it had been buried, that feeling of wanting to reach out to another life form.

He had no problems picking things up, being a glorified delivery boy, or working the fields, and larger stations within the complexes…but to work one-on-one with someone.

He had liked his isolation for the most part. He did it to himself out of a warped sense of self-preservation, if he hardened himself to people around him, he couldn’t be rejected like that again. He couldn’t fail again.

But one look at Anakin and he had gone against years of repressed emotion. And he didn’t understand why.

Obi-Wan sighed and ignored his thoughts and he got to work making up the couch for Anakin. Sheets tucked in, pillow, and warm blankets over top. He would have been willing to take the couch himself and let Anakin take the bed, but rethought it quickly as he imagined Anakin’s reaction. He had been a pleasure slave. When had he really been left alone in a bed, and would he even trust Obi-Wan enough to let himself fall asleep?

So the couch would have to do for now. He supposed he see about converting his study into a bedroom for Anakin as he was, technically, staying with Obi-Wan for an unforeseen amount of time.

What the force had he gotten himself into?

>>>

Mi’aka’s shift was ending. Soon she’d be able to go home and sleep until the sun rose again and brought her back to the Healer’s Ward. She had finished her tasks and handed off her duties to the Night Healers, stopping into her office space to finish with the information regarding Anakin.

She had been successful in finding the schematics for the slave chip in his arm. It was a crude design, yet decidedly effective and deadly. She found that it had an active sensor that would detonate at any attempt at removing it; most likely a fail-safe for any slave trying to dig it out himself. Luckily, she could prevent that reaction and hold the chip piece sensors together with the Force long enough for it to be removed safely. Mi’aka was thankful for her status as a force sensitive. It allowed her to do more for her patients than modern medicine, however advanced, could do alone.

Slave chips were never meant to be removed; once property, always property, especially if the slaves never left Outer Rim space. It was barbaric to do to sentient species, and as a free Twi’lek she knew the plight of slavery.

Sitting at her console, Mi’aka set to work sending off the chip schematics so she could look them over at home. She wanted to get this done as soon as possible, and knew Anakin and Obi-Wan felt the same way. She’d comm. Obi-Wan tomorrow to set up a time to remove the chip.

A distant rumble made her look up from her work. Looking out her window, she watched the sky light up a ways away. It looked like another storm rolling off the oceanfront.

Beeping distracted her from the light show, and brought her back to her console.

Anakin’s midi-chlorian count was finished, and by the looks of it had been for a while. The process was quick, but she’d been preoccupied until now.

Clicking the report open, Mi’aka nearly choked. She stared at the screen, unblinkingly.

There had to be a mistake.

Opening and closing her mouth, she got up and left for the lab, intent on re-running the midi-chlorian test count. Something had to have gone wrong with the count the first time, there was no way she was reading those numbers right.

And if she was, she wanted to be completely certain before alerting the Council.

>>>

Anakin’s heart pounded. Shooting up into a sitting position on the couch, he looked around desperately for the noise that woke him. It had sounded like the biggest krayt dragon he ever heard barreling down on the small home. It shook him, seeped through his bones and rattled the windows.

Maybe it was a greater dragon; the ones that buried themselves and moved through the sifting sands with the ease of their awful strength.

What was that pounding? It sounded like the fiercest sandstorm, but…different somehow. He could hear it, on all sides, just outside; torrenting, and slapping everywhere, pounding.

His eyes darted quickly to the window as a brief flash of light filtered through the curtains.

He stood cautiously and began carefully making his way towards the window. Halfway there, Anakin froze and his heart leapt in his throat at another rumbling crash.

Thunder. It was thunder.

The sandstorms on Tatooine had been bad enough, but even worse when there was thunder. It just brought back memories he didn’t want.

Creeping closer to the curtain, he parted it to the side, and his eyes widened. It wasn’t sand. It was water.

Water that fell from the sky; it was like the entire ocean was falling down from the sky. From what he could see, when the lightning flashed, the entire ground was soaked. Sheets of water collapsed onto the ground and…bounced? The sheer force of it was bouncing the water.

A light clicked on behind him, startling him, as he jumped around. The hall light was on, and Obi-Wan shuffled into view, rubbing his eyes and clutching his robe.

“Force, at least I’m not the only one who can’t sleep,” he said, catching sight of Anakin.

Anakin watched him move to the kitchen, and after another thunderclap shook him, he hurried across the room to sit at the kitchen island behind Obi-Wan, in the newly turned on light.

Obi-Wan’s back was to him, his hands reaching to open cupboards, taking out a well-worn canister, and a teapot. Filling the latter with water, he set it on the hot plate to let it boil.

Anakin watched him turn away from the counter and face him. A crease marred Obi-Wan’s forehead as he looked over him.

“Are you all right?”

“What?” Anakin paused and looked down. His hands were clenched tightly around his biceps; he hadn’t noticed how tense he was. Slowly releasing his arms, he shrugged.

“I’m fine.”

“Is it the storm? I’ve never liked them much myself.”

“There’s…there’s water.” Anakin pointed towards the window.

“Rain.” Obi-Wan smiled lightly. “It happens when enough moisture is evaporated into the atmosphere. Being near the ocean makes it happen more here than other places on the planet. It’s good for the crops though.”

“And it just…falls from the sky. This…rain.”

“It does.”

Anakin breathed. This wasn’t Tatooine. He’d always known there were other planets, other environments. Not every place in the universe could be like the desert world.

Coruscant had been nothing but city. And Bandomeer…aridlands, farmland, grassland, ocean…

He blinked as Obi-Wan moved from the kitchen to the front door. “Come on.”

His heart leapt as Obi-Wan chimed open the front door and stepped outside. The sound of the driving rain was even louder than before. Moving jerkily and swallowing his heart that had leapt into his throat, he made his way to the front door and stood on the cusp.

Obi-Wan was a few feet away, already completely wet. Hair plastered to his head, and robe drenched around him he nodded towards Anakin.

Holding out a hand cautiously, palm turned up, Anakin felt the hard drops fall onto his hand. They didn’t bounce as high as they did on the ground, but they still moved in a way he’d never seen water move.

The water was slightly warm though; colder than his bath had been, but not uncomfortably cold.

The sky lit up above him, and his eyes were immediately drawn to the forks of lightning running across the sky. Blue and purple streaks danced within the clouds, the thunder rumbled distantly.

Before he knew it, he had moved out into the storm to stand beside Obi-Wan. The rain beat down on them, wet and slick. He could see the sky when it lit. He could watch it all moving in a way the sandstorms never allowed.

Standing next to Obi-Wan, the rain sluiced down around them. The lightning continued its winding forks, and the krayt dragon, a water dragon, in the sky roared.

Later on, back inside. Anakin sat by the window watching the storm dance. He was comfortable in dry clothes, and his blanket wrapped tight around him.

Obi-Wan handed him a cup; the tea warmed his hands.
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