K guys. I haven't written anything in ages. I will be updating my ongoing story very soon so be looking for that. Anyways, on with the show. For this story's purpose, let's pretend Ahsoka is older, like 19, and Anakin is younger, maybe 23 or 24. Other than that, Please enjoy and review. I love to hear from you! :)
"What the Hell, Ahsoka? He was right there! Why did you hesitate?" He yelled at me.
Tears burned my eyes. "I'm sorry Master, I don't know what happened, I just… I couldn't do it."
"Why not? You've never had these problems before."
Anakin continued his pacing, occasionally glancing at me and muttering curses to himself. Vivid emotions swirled in the force around him; a blanket of red, and yellow. It upset me that he was so angry with me. He'd never gotten this shaken about a mission before. I don't know why this one was so worrisome. I had the awful feeling he wasn't going to want me as an Apprentice anymore. That scared me more than anything, for reasons I wasn't quite ready to speak out loud. Truth of the matter is, I need Anakin. Beyond my training, I need him.
I breathed in deeply, forcing back tears. The last thing I need is to cry in this situation. Anakin has been getting a lot more irritable lately. I wouldn't want to make it worse. He stopped pacing abruptly and came to stand in front of me. I winced at his furious stare. He softened a fraction of a degree. Suddenly, concern burned brightly in the back of my mind. I looked up at him in shock. He still looked about ready to rip the head off of a Bantha.
"You could have gotten hurt Ahsoka." He said, surprisingly soft, gently, like I'm fragile; a glass wall that will shatter if he screams. I prefer his raging. At least I know what to expect.
"I didn't though." I shrugged, wrapping my usual defiance around me tightly like a coat; to hide what I'm really feeling.
"Only because I was there to save you, after your screw up!" His voice rose again.
I almost smiled. There he is.
"And how many times have I cleaned up after your messes?" I smirked at him. Everything was ok; just another one of Skywalker's infamous shouting matches with his Padawan. Somehow I couldn't whole heartedly believe that though. Something in particular was wrong about this one.
He clenched his fist in anger.
"How? How is it any different?" I jumped to my feet. Sincere anger fueling my words. So it's that way again. I don't know why I'm surprised. It's always the same argument. I'm getting tired of his over protectiveness. How is my life any more important than his? If anything, his is more important. He is the chosen one, but more than that. He's Anakin, my Master.
"How is it different that I'm in danger when you're in danger all the time? How is it different this time? "
"It's not like that! You are my Padawan! I'm going to be upset if I think I'm going to lose you."
My whole body burned with my rage.
"Why? It's not like my life is all that valuable. The way you've been acting lately, it's like the only thing I am good for is messing things up!"
"That's not true, and you know it!"
"HOW COME?" I shrieked at the very top of my lungs.
"Because I Love You!" He screamed back at me.
I took a step back, like he physically struck me. All the blood drained from his face as he realized what he just said. I tried to speak, but my voice was refusing to cooperate. It stuck in my throat, and choked me. Air ceased its natural passage through my lungs.
"W… what?" I managed to croak out. "What did you just say?" For some strange reason, even as I tried to force my respiratory system to work again, I felt excited beyond what I've ever felt before.
Anakin seemed to have lost the gift of tongue. It felt like hours before he finally spoke again.
"I… I shouldn't have said that." Guilt laced his words. He turned away from me. I took the hint, backing out of the room, and silently sliding the door shut behind me. I slowly began walking, to where I didn't know, but I did not get very far before my back hit the wall and I slid down to my knees.
"Did… Did he just?" I didn't dare finish the question that was racing through my mind, for fear of the answer. Before long, I saw a shadow on the wall across from me; Obi Wan. He smiled kindly down at me.
"Whatever are you doing on the floor, Ahsoka? I hear they really don't keep it as clean as it looks." He chuckled to himself lightly, as if at a joke he alone knew the punch line to. He noticed the serious look on my face, and sat down next to me on the, Not-So-Clean-floor.
"What's wrong? Not having a good day?"
"You have no idea." I replied.
He nodded, knowingly. "Whatever it is you're confused about that Anakin caused or did, I'm sure you'll figure it out."
"How did you know?" I asked incredulously.
He laughed; the sound bouncing off the cold, marble walls.
"You don't think it's because I'm Anakin's Master, do you?" He raised an eyebrow.
"No, not at all." I grinned sheepishly back at him.
"Well, if that's not the case, it's probably just because I'm brilliant." He climbed to his feet, and helped me up.
"Why don't you go and talk to him. You'd be surprised how simple a solution to a large problem can really be if we simply talk to one another."
I gave Obi Wan a quick hug. "Thank you, Master Kenobi."
"Of course, Ahsoka." He walked off, in the direction of the council room. I turned around when he was out of sight, sighing deeply. Now to face Anakin.