#anakin fan
Chapter II
The sun’s early rays slid through your bare window, caressing your pale face as your eyes squinted in an attempt to hide. But, that was one failed battle right there; so you stretched slowly and yawned loudly.
The coldness of your quarter’s floor tiles sent a jolt of electricity through your body. You hurriedly got into your robes, hastily tying a knot around your waist to prevent it from interfering with your movements. As always, you braided your long curls into a tight braid; carefully intertwining your Padawan braid into the larger one. A frown masked your tired features- knowing that if you’re late to training today; Anakin will kill you. Even worse; he’ll probably lecture you oh so early in the morning. A grumpy, lecturing Anakin was an Anakin you tried to avoid at all times, especiallyso early in the day.
Latching your lightsaber onto your belt, you swung open the door leading you out of your quarters- colliding into something incredibly solid. You stumbled backwards, only to realize that the solid thing indeed had hands that pulled you back onto your feet.
One metallic hand and one covered in flesh.
You widened your eyes as you looked up into the deep blue eyes of your master; who disapprovingly stared down at you- jaw tightly clenched, shoulders flexed. You sent him a lopsided smile.
“Good morning, Master! It’s such a wonderful time of the da-”
“You’re late. Again.”
You frowned in confusion, cocking your head to the side. “You said the crack of daw-”
“Yes, exactly. And that was exactly ten minutes ago.” Anakin huffed, mirroring your expression, tilting his own head to the side.
You dumbly stared at him searching his face for an answer to one very important question. Is he joking?
He searched your own face and perhaps it was the fact that he knew he was being way too hard on you…or it was the way the morning rays swished against your skin- something shifted within him.
For a split second only.
Clearing his throat, Anakin shook his head and grabbed you by the shoulder, pulling you with him as he began heading further away from the Jedi sleeping quarters. You looked at him, eyes widening.
“Master, my door…”
He silently answered you via slamming the door from a distance- the Force vibrating around you. You rolled your eyes as he sent you a sly smirk. Together you made your way through the Temple and into the training ground.
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Four hours later, you were lying on the hard ground covered by a slick layer of sweat, chest heaving up and down, teeth biting hard on the bottom of your lip in frustration.
Anakin on the other hand, was leaning against a pillar, arms crossed over his broad chest as a smirk carved itself onto his features. You glared at him, rolling onto your side, resting your body weight on your forearm and elbow.
“I’m sick of repeating the same fighting techniques. I want something more,” you growled out, earning a raised brow reaction from your master.
“Well, when you perfect the art of lightsaber combat, perhaps then I’ll show you something else,” he replied, his voice low and humorless, although the glint in his eyes told you otherwise.
You decided to play on.
“It’s okay if you admit that you have forgotten what else there is for me to learn. I can just go ask Obi-Wan or something…” you trailed off, eyes widening slightly as you tried masking a chuckle at the immediate change in Anakin’s posture.
He almost immediately pushed himself off the pillar, jaw clenched so tightly, you were afraid he’d grind and break his own teeth. You picked yourself up, back straightening as he strode towards you. You insistently continued staring into his eyes- the Force surrounding the both of you as the tension thickened. Anakin stopped in front of you, his brown curls falling over his eyes as he craned his neck to look down at you.
That was when you began feeling nervous. But you tried to hide that feeling, knowing that Anakin would thrive if he found out that his actions did exactly what he had wanted them to force out of you. He leered down at you as you widened your eyes, realizing that he did in fact, sense your nervousness. You inwardly swore at yourself.
“You think you’re so tough. Why don’t you fight me then…since you keep throwing jabs at how lousy of a Jedi I am,” Anakin purred out, his hot breath washing across your face as you swallowed thickly, palms sweating. You concluded to the fact that he didn’tmake you nervous; you just felt small and insignificant when he towered over you in such a manner.
Yes, yes, that was it.
“I-…alright,” you meekly breathed out, avoiding his intense stare. Though your peripheral vision caught onto Anakin’s grin. He moved backwards, slowly pulling out his lightsaber. You still couldn’t look at him, your heart pounding as you mentally slapped yourself for being so cocky.
The hum of his lightsaber shook you out of your trance, forcing you to finally look at your master. Although you could tell that he wasn’t taking you that seriously, caution marked his face, his force signature betraying his feeling of uncertainty. What you didn’t know was that he wasn’t feeling uncertain because he thought he couldn’t win this fight. Of course he would.
He was uncertain as to whether this was a good idea because even though he liked to toy with you- he didn’t want to hurt you. But even though he didn’t want to admit it to himself, or to anyone for that matter- he knew that you were ready for a real fight.
You mimicked his stance, the hum of your own lightsaber grazing through the air. If you weren’t paying such close attention to Anakin, you would have missed his nod of approval. You smirked.
Without a warning, he charged towards you, his steps quick and precise. The training room amplified the sounds of your sabers making contact- each second connecting them in a different position. You grunted as he growled, your muscles pushing your harder as you fought against your master.
Suddenly, as you expected him to lash at you from the right side; he dodged downwards, swooping at your legs, bringing you down with a loud thud. Taken by surprise, whilst you tried pick yourself up, he beckoned your saber out of your hand with the Force before pinning you against the floor, his gloved, mechanical arm that clutched at your weapon; lazily resting against your forearm situated above your head.
Both of you were breathing heavily as Anakin did not move off of you. It was as though the entire world had stopped in that moment. You lost yourself in his wild, adrenaline-filled eyes as he quietly searched your face for any signs of real pain. He leaned in, leaving minimal space between you both.
“I’m impressed. I really thought that I will bring you down during the first three minutes of our spar. Well done.”
Your eyes widened as you stared up at Anakin.
“Did you just…compliment me?”
Anakin grinned, effortlessly hoisting himself off of you, pulling you up with him.
“For all one knows, you put up a good fight. But, don’tforget yourself. Being too presumptuous will only lead to your own downfall,” your master muttered, patting the dust off his robe. “Come now, you must eat.” Without a glance to see if you would follow him; he strode out of the training ground, relying on the Force to sense you, your feelings and movements.
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A/N
Hello there! Thank you to anyone who’s taken a moment to read through my story. TBH, I don’t really know where I’m going with this story- plot-wise - so I’m just going with the flow. Perhaps I’m being influenced by the Force to write the chapters out the way I do hehe.
No but really, thanks for reading and see you all next time!
EnVy
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