27When Obi-Wan flips Anakin over his shoulder, he winces. Not because he knows it will hurt, anyone with the mental capacity of a bantha should be able to figure that out, but more because he doesn't enjoy hurting his former Padawan. Despite the attachment rules that have been set in place in the Jedi Code, ingrained into his very being. He reaches out to push Anakin down, fists throwing wild punches; and as he leans downwards to place a blow against Anakin's forehead in hopes of knocking him unconscious as Anakin lets out a pained hiss between the gaps in his teeth, making him recoil backwards, punches slowing.
When Anakin doesn't take advantage of the small opening, Obi-Wan knows that his Padawan, though still able to move, is too disoriented to do about anything about his current predicament, much less move. He winces again. It's becoming a habit of his these days. He'd winced when they'd passed by the bar earlier that morning and saw a Toydarian, the thought of Anakin hurts, as much as he would like to deny it. Then he'd winced later in the afternoon when Moralo Eval had complained about the ship—Anakin would've fixed it in a flash. Then again when Anakin had appeared on the hood of their ship, lightsaber humming, boundless grief humming along with his lightsaber in his blue eyes, the same blue as a cloudless Nubian blue sky. The irony hurts, though the fact that he had been the one to inflict this grief upon him hurts worse than anything. He just hopes he won't die soon. He doesn't want Anakin to become a mass murderer.
So when he whispers in Anakin's ear, breaking through Anakin's shields to render him unconscious, he's almost relieved. He ignores the small bloody markings across the knuckles of his glove and lays the limp form of his former Padawan down gently on the durasteel roof and moves away nonchalantly, opening his mouth to tell Bane that they can leave.
The sound of a small pistol readying startles him and he looks backwards, backwards into the barrel of Cad Bane's readied pistol. And as the red energy charge rips past him and buries itself into Anakin's torso, he can't move, the shock and the grief have numbed him and weighed his limbs down. And he stays that way as Cad Bane shoves him aside to unclip Anakin's lightsaber from his belt, then kicks Anakin's body off the roof of the complex.
Somehow at this motion, his body finally moves again, and he launches itself at Bane in a sudden wave of overwhelming grief, though not before the anguished cry of "MASTER!" reaches his ears. Oh, so he'd crashed Ahsoka's ship with her in it. His brain feels like it's swimming in some sort of liquid, making his movements sluggish. As he brains moves slowly to comprehend this, his fist connects with Bane's bluish tinted cheek.
He barely has time to defend himself from Bane's blow of self-defence when two green blades cut through the white fog, a feral snarl ripping himself from the wielder as she dashes forward, blades poised to kill at him. As he stumbles backwards, ducking blows and sidestepping thrusts, Bane aims at Ahsoka, a sneer on his face.
"The ship's fixed! Let's go!" The accented voice of Moralo Eval reaches his ears and Bane leaves, taking off into the air with his rocket boots, leaving him behind. Backstabbers.
Another feral snarl tears itself from Ahsoka's lips, it's nothing like he's known her to be. The green blades merge into a blur as she swipes at him, their feud leading them further and further down towards the ground, towards where Anakin lies, dying, though not dead yet. He can still feel the brilliant light and convergence in the force that is known as his former Padawan but it's fading. Fast. As he ducks another blow, they land on the ground and suddenly Ahsoka has her blades crossed at his neck. So in a last ditch attempt he brushes Ahsoka in the force, willing her to recognize him.
It works and the green blades retract. Ahsoka looks away, horrified and all but throws away her lightsaber and shoto, rushing towards the body on the dusty ground lying not so far away that is Anakin, sobs wracking her slight figure. And he rushes along with her.
To witness a supernova of light go out in the force. It's not a phenomenal as he would have thought it to be. There are no sparks flying everywhere, there is no white light blinding him, only the dimming of a force presence he knows so well it's almost a part of his own, then a sudden emptiness where there was once a brilliant supernova of light, a crystal spring of it. Ahsoka screams and buries her face in Anakin's tunic, shaking him gently, begging him to come back as the Force howls softly. He doesn't understand how a howl can be so soft but it is.
Somehow.
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At Anakin's funeral, Ahsoka doesn't even glance at him, not even the slightest look. There are only crystalline tears making its way down her cheeks as Anakin's body goes up in flames, the last remnants of her Master disappearing into the void. Senator Amidala is barely holding up, only supported by the Duchess who has come at Obi-Wan behest.
"I'm sorry Obi." These are the first words he hears after everyone leaves, all but him and Satine.
Sorry won't bring back anyone.
And for the next few days, condolences are sent, Ahsoka's sobs wrack the Temple every night, like the broken song of a nightingale. He knows the child has had to grow up too fast but somehow, she seems to now have lost everything. And his mind has permanently shut down, Anakin's voice reverberating throughout his head. For the next few mornings he finds himself making two breakfasts in the kitchen, readying a cup of blue milk for a now non-existent nine year old. The breakfast is left there till night at which he will finally notice that no one's going to eat the hotcakes that he's made and drink the blue milk that he has warmed on the stove and added forest honey to.
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The cancer inside, stealing my sleep,
Night after night, it keeps haunting me.
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The secrets I keep are tearing me up inside.
Maybe. I shouldn't have kept them at all.
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A/N Alright. I know I really am supposed to be working on my other story but the rabid plot bunnies were out to get me. Ah well, review and drop some comments! They really make my day :)