Mysteries of the Force
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Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
5,832
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Hi all! Sorry to keep you waiting. Thank you for your reviews and feedback. They really gave me the courage to keep writing in a totally new fandom for me. A few reviews told me that in the Ani/Obi relationship, Ani would be the one more likely to dominate Obi, as Ani feels Obi holds him back, so in chapter 3, I’ll make that part of the development.
/…………/ thoughts
* * *
“Master, why didn’t you hit me?” Anakin had flinched, expecting a cruel hand from his mentor to slap him across the face.
“To hurt others is not the Jedi way,” replied Obi-wan calmly, smiling faintly through the gold of his beard. The movement of facial muscles under the ruddy skin pushed out the apples his cheeks, distorting momentarily the usually angular outline of his face, making it rounder in a jolly, more inviting way. The blur of city lights that backlit him through the large veranda window softened his features more in a gentleness Anakin never encountered.
It seized his soul rendering him helpless against Obi-wan’s affection. Anakin reached back over his shoulders and grabbed the brown hood of his robe, pulling it over his head to hide himself from Obi-wan’s piercing gaze that searched him. He felt that the shadows that cloaked his face served as a divide between him and his master. Thankfully it seemed to break the Jedi master’s grasp over him and he retreated across the room.
Veiled by the darkness, Anakin cried back, “I have violated those ways. Back on Tatooine, I found my mother in a Tusken Raider camp. They beat her…and she died, right in my arms. I... I killed them. I killed them all. I slaughtered them all, the men, the women and the children. The hate controlled me and I killed them! So how can you be proud of me, Master!?”
Obi-wan sighed, no longer smiling as he paced towards Anakin, hands joined behind his back and his visage lowered. “Anakin…”
The young padawan shot an angry glare at his master, storming out onto the veranda as his cloak billowed out behind him. Under its hem that dragged to the ground, he dug his boot heel into the porch nearly grinding away the rubber. “I’m not a true Jedi. I couldn’t control my anger. I should be better than that.”
“To be angry is to be human.” Obi-wan halted in the doorframe of the veranda, nearer to Anakin. He repeated the words the words Padme said after Shme Skywalker’s (Anakin’s mother) death.
The same pang that consumed Anakin during his mother’s death throbbed in his heart. He spun around shaking Obi-wan violently. “Pain, suffering, death, it hurts so much, I hate it, Master!” he detested.
The older Jedi master leaned back on the leg behind him to keep his balance when Anakin shook him. Through Anakin’s hands Obi-wan sensed great waves of anger from the Force in his disciple. A sudden realization struck him. /From his agony, anger was birthed giving rise to the dark side of the Force in him. That’s why he killed those Tusken Raiders. If I fail to guide him, he may ultimately tread that path. Only love can save him and as Master Qui-Gon said, love is the answer to the darkness/
“Yes Anakin, it hurts. As much as we detest death it’s a part of life as Master Yoda said. Rejoice for those around you who transform into the Force. Do not mourn for them or miss them.” Obi-wan wrapped his strong hands around Anakin’s wrists removing them from his shoulders, holding them tightly as if to stabilize Anakin’s shaking frame.
“Easy for the great Master Yoda to say. I’m not wise like him. Death is death,” retorted Anakin furiously. His straight, dark heavyset eyebrows added an element of anger to his already stern eyes that expressed his frustration to his mentor.
Obi-wan understood how Anakin felt and with a supportive arm around him, the teacher guided his student inside, and closed the sliding glass door to shut out the cold night air. Obi-wan wandered over to the small kitchen in his Coruscant apartment to make tea for Anakin. He continued speaking. “From the physical point of view when the body dies its over. One who truly knows the Force sees it differently. When the physical self fades, you still retain your conscious, an eternal one that is. By merging back into the force you continue to exist. That’s why you never truly die and Master Yoda said not to grieve.”
“As wise as Master Yoda is, what he says doesn’t help me.” Anakin bent over folding his arms on the kitchen table after he sat down, his spirits sunken in sorrow.
A few minutes later the kettle soon whistled. Obi-wan silently poured hot water into two mugs with jasmine tea bags bobbing about inside. He breathed in the sweet steamy scent through his nostrils feeling it calm him down. He sat down across from Anakin setting down the mugs.
Over the rim of his mug he keenly eyed young Skywalker, their gazes meeting again. “You must experience something to understand it, my friend. Come here.”
Both Jedi stood up meeting near the table. Anakin embraced his agonizing friend, saying in a quiet, almost mystical voice, “The Force runs in you and me including all living beings. That’s what makes us one.”
As those words flowed into Anakin’s ears, he felt a bond that joined them in a deep and intimate way that transcended the physical world. A common energy coursed through them that Anakin perceived as cool breeze over his flesh. “It’s an invisible energy that’s almost…alive,” he exclaimed.
“That’s the Force, my friend.” Obi-wan drifted off in thought. /After Master Qui-Gon died, I thought about him a lot. And I’d feel his presence only he wasn’t physically there. I felt him in the Force. That’s when I understood to let go of everything, which means no thoughts of the self, and its physical aspect. Perhaps I’ve mastered that, but overcoming attachment to people is difficult to do/
The Jedi teachings declared that attachment was forbidden. For when people felt attachment, they were compelled to possess whatever things or relations they desired. And so they the rule that possession was also forbidden came into fruition. Only the truly enlightened of those Jedi masters like Yoda abided by those rules.
Anakin thought about the Jedi teachings in his mind, yet his emotions ran against them. When Qui-Gon and Obi-wan first introduced young Skywalker to the Jedi Council after freeing him from slavery on Tatooine, his emotions were strong and even more so now. Perhaps Master Yoda saw him as overly emotional, which deterred from his qualities as a Jedi knight, who ideally remained detached to keep the peace.
/I just can’t be detached. The more I try to be, the more I want him. I’m so self-centered just like an evil Sith Lord/ Anakin clenched his fists and his whole body tensed with anger at himself. He said bitterly, “I’m going against the Jedi way by giving into my emotions and selfishness. Forgive me, Master.”
Obi-wan looked back compassionately, cupping Anakin’s well-defined cheeks, their tone slightly darker in complexion compared to Obi-wan’s Scottish appearance, more characteristic of a wintry skin type.
“It’s alright, Anakin. Please don’t be hard on yourself,” Obi-wan replied at last. “The Jedi code is full of contradictions. Love is forbidden for a Jedi, yet compassion, which I would define as unconditional love is central to a Jedi’s life, so we’re encouraged to love even though it’s forbidden. We’re supposed to feel an impersonal love for all living beings. Not a personal love, especially a romantic one. That’s why Jedi don’t marry.”
“I’ve already done that by marrying Padme, and betraying the Jedi code. Now I want you, Master. I’m a truly a disgrace to the Jedi Order.”
“As am I, my Padawan. The truth is, I want to make you happy. Although we love each other differently, I will love you in the way you desire, because I know, that will make you happy.” As Obi-wan spoke he removed his hands that cupped Anakin’s cheeks, running a single along his strong jaw line chiseled like a man’s, in contrast to Anakin’s small turned up nose, rather boyish in nature.
The sensual touch sent a mild shiver up Anakin’s spine under the weighty cloak that draped him. He held his breath for a second; surprised that such subtle contact of another’s finger playing on his skin aroused a reaction like that. Obi-wan smiled inwardly pleased to see the responsiveness of his apprentice.
Obi-wan and Anakin crossed the bounds between teacher and student driven by the feelings they felt for one another. For so long each one of them struggled to control their primal desires and raw emotions that stemmed from it. They submitted to their wants with no regards for the Jedi code that normally restrained them.
The Force that flowed in each flared out free, from the shackles of self-control, as a pent up power that surged in the aura, expanding their awareness to include their totality beyond the physical self. Their intense, longing emotions manifested in their etheric fields as fingers of dancing energy that reached out to one another and embraced, joining them as one. Anakin understood with his heart that the Force connected all living, sentient beings. And when someone passed on they merged back into it never truly dying.
“I want to believe Mom is still alive,” Anakin wailed, sounding like the little boy Obi-wan first met.
“Your mother’s loss is the source of your suffering. Oh, Anakin, I’m so sorry,” apologized Obi-wan, hugging Anakin tightly.
“If you care, Master, then make the pain go away. When I kissed you before, the pain left,” sniffled Anakin sadly.
“Anakin…” Obi-wan didn’t know what else to do except draw Anakin closer. Through his half lidded eyes, he leaned forward. His lips descending on Anakin’s, taking in their full, round shape and plump feel. A moan escaped the younger Jedi as Obi-wan sucked on his lower lip relishing its fleshiness and the taste of sweet jasmine leftover from the tea. Obi-wan inhaled the flowery scent that lingered on Anakin’s mouth. The combined sensory experience of seeing, touching, hearing, tasting and smelling the padawan set Obi-wan’s senses set on fire in a blaze that threatened to burn him alive.
TBC…
Hi all! Sorry to keep you waiting. Thank you for your reviews and feedback. They really gave me the courage to keep writing in a totally new fandom for me. A few reviews told me that in the Ani/Obi relationship, Ani would be the one more likely to dominate Obi, as Ani feels Obi holds him back, so in chapter 3, I’ll make that part of the development.
/…………/ thoughts
* * *
“Master, why didn’t you hit me?” Anakin had flinched, expecting a cruel hand from his mentor to slap him across the face.
“To hurt others is not the Jedi way,” replied Obi-wan calmly, smiling faintly through the gold of his beard. The movement of facial muscles under the ruddy skin pushed out the apples his cheeks, distorting momentarily the usually angular outline of his face, making it rounder in a jolly, more inviting way. The blur of city lights that backlit him through the large veranda window softened his features more in a gentleness Anakin never encountered.
It seized his soul rendering him helpless against Obi-wan’s affection. Anakin reached back over his shoulders and grabbed the brown hood of his robe, pulling it over his head to hide himself from Obi-wan’s piercing gaze that searched him. He felt that the shadows that cloaked his face served as a divide between him and his master. Thankfully it seemed to break the Jedi master’s grasp over him and he retreated across the room.
Veiled by the darkness, Anakin cried back, “I have violated those ways. Back on Tatooine, I found my mother in a Tusken Raider camp. They beat her…and she died, right in my arms. I... I killed them. I killed them all. I slaughtered them all, the men, the women and the children. The hate controlled me and I killed them! So how can you be proud of me, Master!?”
Obi-wan sighed, no longer smiling as he paced towards Anakin, hands joined behind his back and his visage lowered. “Anakin…”
The young padawan shot an angry glare at his master, storming out onto the veranda as his cloak billowed out behind him. Under its hem that dragged to the ground, he dug his boot heel into the porch nearly grinding away the rubber. “I’m not a true Jedi. I couldn’t control my anger. I should be better than that.”
“To be angry is to be human.” Obi-wan halted in the doorframe of the veranda, nearer to Anakin. He repeated the words the words Padme said after Shme Skywalker’s (Anakin’s mother) death.
The same pang that consumed Anakin during his mother’s death throbbed in his heart. He spun around shaking Obi-wan violently. “Pain, suffering, death, it hurts so much, I hate it, Master!” he detested.
The older Jedi master leaned back on the leg behind him to keep his balance when Anakin shook him. Through Anakin’s hands Obi-wan sensed great waves of anger from the Force in his disciple. A sudden realization struck him. /From his agony, anger was birthed giving rise to the dark side of the Force in him. That’s why he killed those Tusken Raiders. If I fail to guide him, he may ultimately tread that path. Only love can save him and as Master Qui-Gon said, love is the answer to the darkness/
“Yes Anakin, it hurts. As much as we detest death it’s a part of life as Master Yoda said. Rejoice for those around you who transform into the Force. Do not mourn for them or miss them.” Obi-wan wrapped his strong hands around Anakin’s wrists removing them from his shoulders, holding them tightly as if to stabilize Anakin’s shaking frame.
“Easy for the great Master Yoda to say. I’m not wise like him. Death is death,” retorted Anakin furiously. His straight, dark heavyset eyebrows added an element of anger to his already stern eyes that expressed his frustration to his mentor.
Obi-wan understood how Anakin felt and with a supportive arm around him, the teacher guided his student inside, and closed the sliding glass door to shut out the cold night air. Obi-wan wandered over to the small kitchen in his Coruscant apartment to make tea for Anakin. He continued speaking. “From the physical point of view when the body dies its over. One who truly knows the Force sees it differently. When the physical self fades, you still retain your conscious, an eternal one that is. By merging back into the force you continue to exist. That’s why you never truly die and Master Yoda said not to grieve.”
“As wise as Master Yoda is, what he says doesn’t help me.” Anakin bent over folding his arms on the kitchen table after he sat down, his spirits sunken in sorrow.
A few minutes later the kettle soon whistled. Obi-wan silently poured hot water into two mugs with jasmine tea bags bobbing about inside. He breathed in the sweet steamy scent through his nostrils feeling it calm him down. He sat down across from Anakin setting down the mugs.
Over the rim of his mug he keenly eyed young Skywalker, their gazes meeting again. “You must experience something to understand it, my friend. Come here.”
Both Jedi stood up meeting near the table. Anakin embraced his agonizing friend, saying in a quiet, almost mystical voice, “The Force runs in you and me including all living beings. That’s what makes us one.”
As those words flowed into Anakin’s ears, he felt a bond that joined them in a deep and intimate way that transcended the physical world. A common energy coursed through them that Anakin perceived as cool breeze over his flesh. “It’s an invisible energy that’s almost…alive,” he exclaimed.
“That’s the Force, my friend.” Obi-wan drifted off in thought. /After Master Qui-Gon died, I thought about him a lot. And I’d feel his presence only he wasn’t physically there. I felt him in the Force. That’s when I understood to let go of everything, which means no thoughts of the self, and its physical aspect. Perhaps I’ve mastered that, but overcoming attachment to people is difficult to do/
The Jedi teachings declared that attachment was forbidden. For when people felt attachment, they were compelled to possess whatever things or relations they desired. And so they the rule that possession was also forbidden came into fruition. Only the truly enlightened of those Jedi masters like Yoda abided by those rules.
Anakin thought about the Jedi teachings in his mind, yet his emotions ran against them. When Qui-Gon and Obi-wan first introduced young Skywalker to the Jedi Council after freeing him from slavery on Tatooine, his emotions were strong and even more so now. Perhaps Master Yoda saw him as overly emotional, which deterred from his qualities as a Jedi knight, who ideally remained detached to keep the peace.
/I just can’t be detached. The more I try to be, the more I want him. I’m so self-centered just like an evil Sith Lord/ Anakin clenched his fists and his whole body tensed with anger at himself. He said bitterly, “I’m going against the Jedi way by giving into my emotions and selfishness. Forgive me, Master.”
Obi-wan looked back compassionately, cupping Anakin’s well-defined cheeks, their tone slightly darker in complexion compared to Obi-wan’s Scottish appearance, more characteristic of a wintry skin type.
“It’s alright, Anakin. Please don’t be hard on yourself,” Obi-wan replied at last. “The Jedi code is full of contradictions. Love is forbidden for a Jedi, yet compassion, which I would define as unconditional love is central to a Jedi’s life, so we’re encouraged to love even though it’s forbidden. We’re supposed to feel an impersonal love for all living beings. Not a personal love, especially a romantic one. That’s why Jedi don’t marry.”
“I’ve already done that by marrying Padme, and betraying the Jedi code. Now I want you, Master. I’m a truly a disgrace to the Jedi Order.”
“As am I, my Padawan. The truth is, I want to make you happy. Although we love each other differently, I will love you in the way you desire, because I know, that will make you happy.” As Obi-wan spoke he removed his hands that cupped Anakin’s cheeks, running a single along his strong jaw line chiseled like a man’s, in contrast to Anakin’s small turned up nose, rather boyish in nature.
The sensual touch sent a mild shiver up Anakin’s spine under the weighty cloak that draped him. He held his breath for a second; surprised that such subtle contact of another’s finger playing on his skin aroused a reaction like that. Obi-wan smiled inwardly pleased to see the responsiveness of his apprentice.
Obi-wan and Anakin crossed the bounds between teacher and student driven by the feelings they felt for one another. For so long each one of them struggled to control their primal desires and raw emotions that stemmed from it. They submitted to their wants with no regards for the Jedi code that normally restrained them.
The Force that flowed in each flared out free, from the shackles of self-control, as a pent up power that surged in the aura, expanding their awareness to include their totality beyond the physical self. Their intense, longing emotions manifested in their etheric fields as fingers of dancing energy that reached out to one another and embraced, joining them as one. Anakin understood with his heart that the Force connected all living, sentient beings. And when someone passed on they merged back into it never truly dying.
“I want to believe Mom is still alive,” Anakin wailed, sounding like the little boy Obi-wan first met.
“Your mother’s loss is the source of your suffering. Oh, Anakin, I’m so sorry,” apologized Obi-wan, hugging Anakin tightly.
“If you care, Master, then make the pain go away. When I kissed you before, the pain left,” sniffled Anakin sadly.
“Anakin…” Obi-wan didn’t know what else to do except draw Anakin closer. Through his half lidded eyes, he leaned forward. His lips descending on Anakin’s, taking in their full, round shape and plump feel. A moan escaped the younger Jedi as Obi-wan sucked on his lower lip relishing its fleshiness and the taste of sweet jasmine leftover from the tea. Obi-wan inhaled the flowery scent that lingered on Anakin’s mouth. The combined sensory experience of seeing, touching, hearing, tasting and smelling the padawan set Obi-wan’s senses set on fire in a blaze that threatened to burn him alive.
TBC…