Soldier's Dance--An Ani/Ami AU-------YOU HAVE BEEN EPILOUGED!!!!!!!!

Funny posts, Clarus!!!
-excepted for the Rabé part.... (do something Ani!)-

Keep this up!!!

 

This story is going great!

 

Upping.

 

Wow! I come back to read and there are three new posts! yeah!! Keep writing!!

Amethyst

 

Top!!

 

Huge project. Am trying to write the master's initiation, and it's taking me a while.

 

This scene is going to kill me!

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Anakin, Yoda, and Mace stood around Obi-Wan in a triangle, each drawing deeply on the Force. Though Mace was extremely powerful, and Yoda even more so, what they drew was a trickle compared to Anakin's torrent. Qui-Gon should have made the fourth corner, but . . .

Obi-Wan's sheilds were completely lowered, and Mace and Yoda ran through his mind like hungry mice. Obi-Wan had no idea how long this had been happening, but he understood that Mace's shadow had once fallen on him, and now Anakin's did.

Yoda and Mace came to the place where Qui-Gon's death was. He saw, again, as his master fell, and felt the pain of losing him. Then there was a flash of jealousy that Qui-Gon's last words had been about Anakin, and not for him, his own apprentice. He understood now, of course, but then, at twenty-three, he had been very different.

He felt Anakin's slight pain over that dim, remembered hate. Obi-Wan reached out immediately to soothe it, directing Yoda and Mace towards another memory.

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Qui-Gon's death was still fresh on his mind, the suddenly destroyed bond still raw and aching, when Anakin reached out tentatively to form his own training bond.

Obi-Wan was meditating, Anakin sitting beside him in the garden. One minute, they were two. Then Anakin concentrated on his master and sent a tiny tendril of his immense power toward the Jedi.

Anakin was nine, and had never lived among the Jedi, so his sheilds were not terribly strong, and the bond he offered was one of the deepest Obi-Wan had ever felt. It extended right past Anakin's sheilds and into the boy's soul, glowing pure and kind within him.

Radiating love and concern, and a desperate desire to please and be accepted. Obi-Wan was stricken to his core, and he realized that he truly did love this child.

Obi-Wan turned to look at his apprentice--and he remembered that was the first time he thought of Anakin as his padawan--and reached out with his own half of the bond. Anakin's eyes opened and lit the sky with their joy.

All pretense of serenity was dashed when Obi-Wan opened his arms and Anakin lunged into them, knocking them both to the ground.

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Mace and Yoda moved on, Yoda leaving behind a bit of approval at that scene. Anakin sent a short, intense wave of love at him. There were other memories--Bandomeer and Medila-Daan were probed visciously--but Obi-Wan accepted them as events that had made him what he was. They searched every relationship--intimate or acquaintance--and finally left off with his most recent negative emotion.

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Anakin had disappeared two days ago, taking a few very elite fighters with him. What was more, he had closed his end of the bond. That dull -nothing- was the only thing keeping Obi-Wan from panicking. If the bond were ripped from his mind, he would know his padawan was dead.

Bail Organa rushed toward him, his body weighted down with weapons. "Obi-Wan! Ben! We've found your padawan!"

It took them two hours to weave their way between huge battles and enemy camps to find the stronghold, and Obi-Wan's heart sank at the sight. Even as he watched, part of the eastern wall exploded into the deep chasm beside it.

And that was when Obi-Wan felt it: enough Force being drawn and concentrated to destroy a small sun. For a brief, horrible second, Anakin's bond opened, sending such a collage of images that he could hardly decipher any of them. One stuck out though: a man in black robes, killing people, and Anakin the only person between him and complete power in this galaxy. He felt Anakin's determination to win this battle no matter what the cost.

That was when the fear struck. Fear for Anakin and the people with him; fear for his padawan's soul; fear of the power he weilded; fear of bared awesomeness of the Force.

His peace of mind was not helped when the Force abruptly withdrew from the place. Obi-Wan was not aware he was running until Bail caught up to him and begged him to

 

I think your work paid off. That was a beautiful post. I really liked the Anakin/Obi-wan parts.

 

::mumbling sleepily:: v'ry nice, v'ry nice... love the Obi/Ani ::falls asleep::

 

That was by far one of the best posts I have ever read. You have such a wonderful writing style and the memeories were absloutly beautiful. I can just picture a nine year old Ani looking up at Obi Wan, asking for his love and acceptance. Gets ya right in the heart. Post again soon!

 

Wonderful post, Clarus!!! You showed so well what can happen in a Jedi's mind, what "meditation" means. And you showed us the deep, strong bond, the love between padawan and master- it was the best!! I loved it!

 

Ahhhhhhhhh!!! ::melts::

 

*wipes brow* Phew! I have -bled- over that post, guys! I don't know how many versions I wrote before I opened a reply box and started typing! Thank you guys so, so, so, so, so much!!!! There simply isn't enough room for exclamation points!

 

That's just beautiful, Clarus!!

 

I promise, we are steadily approaching a plot! It will get dark after the wedding--very, very, very, very dark--but now we're all happy and sunshiney!

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Obi-Wan finally managed to crawl out of bed, and when he did, he did not feel like a Jedi Master so much as a man with a hangover. With a shudder, he drew the blinds closed and hobbled into the 'fresher.

After taking care of business, he returned to his bedroom and carefully eased himself to the floor. He suspected meditation might help--prayed that it would, actually--and immersed himself in the Force.

He was starting to feel normal, the nausea draining away, when Anakin sauntered through the door behind him and threw the blinds open with gusto.

"Good morning!" Anakin boomed like a small explosion.

//I will kill him.// Obi-Wan thought darkly. Pain lanced through his skull. "If you don't shut that window, I will be forced to do some permanent damage."

Anakin laughed. "I don't think Ami would like that. Do you have any idea how many kids she wants?"

Obi-Wan sighed, pushing the pain away. "I haven't the foggiest."

"Try ten."

"Ten? That's a bit ambitious, don't you think?"

Obi-Wan knew Anakin well enough to know that he was shrugging, even though his own eyes were tightly sealed. "She likes kids."

"Obviously."

There was a moment of silence. "I'm going to ask her to marry me."

"I would be disappointed if you didn't. When?"

"I have no idea. I have to find a ring."

"A ring? What kind of custom is that?"

"It's what they do here."

"What kind of ring?"

"Usually gold, but Ami says she likes silver better. And diamonds--big ones."

Obi-Wan made a face. "That might be a problem."

"I know. I'm not exactly wealthy."

Obi-Wan dared to open his eyes. It seemed the meditation had helped more than he had originally thought.

"What are you going to do?" Obi-Wan asked finally.

Anakin shrugged again, staring out the window. "Think I could podrace?"

"Out of the question."

"Then I guess I'll have to gamble."

"Not very likely."

"I can't -not- give Ami a ring! You have no idea how she's talked about this!"

Obi-Wan smirked. "Trust the Force, Anakin. It will provide."

 

"Trust the Force, it will provide". Thats a good one!

Can't wait to find out where Anakin is going to find the money from! Keep up the good work.

 

Podracing? Gambling???


TEN??????


LOL!!!!!!!!

 

We'll see how anxious she is for 10 children after a few trips to Labor and Delivery!

 

LOL! TEN?!?!?!?!?

I love this story! Love it so much that I can't express my feelings! And my anger, cuz I didn't have time to read it from the start.
The Obi-Ani scenes are so light, so beautiful! I just LOVE THIS STORY!!!

well, Paply will have a bunch of trouble from me if he lays a finger on anyone

 

TEN! TEN!! TEN KIDS! That is just insane! TEN! * Stares in shock at screen* TEN!

That was really cute. The scary thinkg is, I can actualy picture her having that many kids. Oye...

Should be interesting to see how Ani gets the ring. Love this story Clarus. Post as soon as you can!

 

I love your story, Clarus!
I just started reading it today. Update soon! I'm addicted, hehe! Thanks, bye.

 

Wow! I loved the Ani/Obi scenes!! Lovely!!!
Obi-Wan is a Master!!!!

TEN??? That means 10, right???
At first, I thought that I didn't read it well... When English isn't your first language, you never know...

hmmm... How is Anakin going to find the money for the ring??
Luke says it in "I, Jedi", to save the galaxy doesn't pay very well...

 

hahah yup, I bet she's gonna lower that number to two once she has her first kid! eheheh

 

Dark Soldier--yep, ten is 10. I always pictured them having a massive family if the whole Vader thing didn't happen.

BTW, at the end of this post, there's a tiny sexual innuendo. I'll remove it if it's inappropriate for the boards, but I don't think it will be. I don't honestly know how much I can get away with.

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Anakin left his master and went off to find Padmé. He encounted Sabé and Chancellor Palpatine in the corridor and stepped respectfully to the side to let them pass, feeling quite uncomfortable until Palpatine had had turned the corner. Two handmaidens and a company of the Chancellor's guards followed behind them, but Anakin sensed that it was Yané and Eirtaé, not Rabé, and went on his way. Those two were not in danger.

Rabé and Padmé were together, actually, Rabé merrily embroidering something and Padmé lying on her back in the grass. Anakin smirked devilishly, took a running start, and slid into the grass beside her. He knew there was probably a hideous grass stain on his robe now, but it was worth it when he saw her smile.

"Hey, babe," he greeted her fondly, readily accepting the kiss she pressed to his lips.

"Hey yourself. How's Obi-Wan?"

Anakin shrugged. "He's okay, just really tired. Yoda and Mace dragged him through his memories yesterday, and it exhausted him."

Padmé crawled into his lap, cuddling, and Rabé gave them an amused glance. Anakin smiled over Padmé's head at her; Rabé was almost too good to be true, and it explained why Anakin was so eager to protect her. It alarmed him that the dark cloud had not left her yet; if anything, it was intensifying.

"How are the campaigns going?" he asked, wrapping his hand around hers and looking at her small fingers. It was startling to realize that he would soon be spending so much money on such a tiny trinket to go around a small finger.

"I like Marinen Athuou. A lot."

"She the kid?"

That earned him an annoyed pop. "She's sixteen, and that makes her two years older than I was when I took the throne."

Anakin kissed her hair placatingly. "Does she have a chance?"

"Maybe. She presents a strong image. You'd like her. Rabé already likes her. Don't you?"

"I think she's perfectly sweet. Though it will be a nightmare trying to find body doubles for her."

"Why is that?" Anakin asked.

"She's about six feet tall, and might weight ninety pounds if she was soaking wet. That is not a very common body type."

"And her hair is white," Padmé added. "It's gorgeous, but you'll have to find decoys who would bleach their hair out."

Anakin laughed. "She's tall, blonde, and skinny? Is she a super model?"

Padmé and Rabé laughed with him, then they were silent for a long time. Sensing that Anakin and Padmé were about to start in on something a bit more involved than kissing, Rabé bid them goodnight.

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As soon as Rabé was gone, Anakin reversed his position and stretched across the left half of Padmé's body. His lips sought hers, and she responded just once before slipping away.

"What?" he asked.

"Anakin, it's noon, in one of the public gardens. I am not about to do . . . that."

"But Ami . . ."

"-No-, Anakin."

He pouted, giving her puppy-dog eyes. She looked at him with supreme indifference. No matter how many adorable looks he threw at her, she was not going to have sex in outside, in broad daylight.

Picking up on that thought, his grin became evil. "So, you wanna go to my room?"

 

that was great...i can't wait for more...

lol: so you wanna go to my room?

haha, i wonder if she does...

UP!