*Obi-Wan's pov*

Anakin was pacing the room in an agitated state, his hand held to the back of his head as he did so. I leaned against a desk, stroking my beard in thought as I watched my Padawan in such distress.

"Anakin," I said, trying to get his attention.

I was ignored.

"Anakin," I said again, as he was now muttering to himself as he walked. This boy..

"Anakin!" I finally shouted, causing him to snap out of his trance to face me, his eyes like a deer in headlights.

"You haven't read my mind Obi-Wan... have you?" He said, a hint of desperation in his tone.

"No Anakin, I keep my promises," I replied, sighing,"Just what's bothering you?"

"Oh it really is nothing that concerns you," He said, still pacing.

"Hmm... maybe you can confide in Miss Amidala, I know how close you two are," I suggested.

His face twitched at the mention of her name and he ceased his pacing, instead standing to look out of a wide window leading out to the city.

His feet did an uncomfortable shuffle, before he turned to face me, opening his mouth to speak,"I could. I've been meaning to speak to her anyway about..." He trailed off mid sentence, his brows furrowed. I raised mine at him, beckoning him to continue. "Obi-Wan, I thought you should know, I don't have feelings for Senator Amidala. At least not anymore."

I went back to stroking my beard,"I see. Is there someone new in the picture?" At the mention of this, he immediately went back to his uncomfortable position with his hand behind his head, ruffling his hair.

He replied,"No-"

"Anakin, you know attachments are forbidden!"

"No I don't-"

"You must gain control of your emotions! Otherwise how else do you expect to become a Jedi Master-"

"NO! THERE IS NO ONE ELSE NOW COULD YOU STOP!" He snapped. He stood there panting. He couldn't even look me in the eye.

"Anakin, I'm sorry, I-"

"Just forget it. I'm going to see Padmé." And with that he left.

I should've just read the boys mind. It would've been a huge betrayal of trust, but he worries me sometimes...

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*Obi-Wan's pov still

"Y/n, there you are!" I'd spotted her lingering near the training room, a puzzled expression on her face.

"Where's Anakin? He's supposed to be my mentor."

"Ah, I'll be taking you training today. Anakin has personal matters to attend to." I said, smiling at the end of my sentence.

"Okay..."

I pushed open the doors leading into the room, and we both entered.

I immediately felt stifling tension pour over me. Whatever had gone on yesterday clearly had lingered about.

"Y/n... do you sense that too?" I said, pausing in my step.

I saw her swallow before she replied, "What? No there's nothing."

"It doesn't take a Jedi to know something happened between you two. Possibly an argument?"

"No, as I've said, it was a normal training session," She seemed agitated.

"Don't lie to me, I know you two have your history."

"I'm not lying! Can we please just begin!" She burst.

"Well it doesn't explain why Anakin was in such distress this morning, you should've seen him yourself! I've never seen the boy so frustrated like that in a long time."

"Master!"

A moment of quite passed between us.

"I'm sorry Padawan... I just care for the boy," I sighed, looking down,"I think it's best we do some meditation."

She nodded, sitting down and crossing her legs, her hands resting in her knees.

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Y/ns pov

Why was Obi-Wan prying into yesterday so much? Had he sensed what had happened? Oh no, I could have the Padawan training stripped away from me if he found out. And even worse, fail the mission.

Attachments were forbidden, that had been made very clear since day 1. But maybe, just maybe, it could be the key to turning Anakin to the Dark Side...

"So what are Anakins... personal matters?" I asked, curiosity creeping up on me.

I heard Obi-Wan sigh, "He's gone to see a good friend, his mind was elsewhere this morning."

There was a moment of silence as we meditated.

"You could've read his mind." Well done y/n, great job of making it look like you don't care.

"No, Padawan, that would've been a great betrayal of trust. Why are you prying into it, I thought nothing happened yesterday."

"Well maybe I'm just slightly worried where my Master has gone."

"Hes not a Master."

"Yes I know, but it's still custom to say-"

"Padawan, listen to me. He is a Jedi Knight, not a Master, so you must call him Knight." He sighed,"The boy knows this,"

"Oh..." I replied, realization washing over me. I felt like a fool, after calling him Master then running away, and the showers. Maybe the word gave him pleasure, as he wanted to be powerful, so he just faked it.

We spent the rest of the session in silence, neither one of us daring to open our mouths. My mind was buzzing with life though. I was agitated, tense, I couldn't meditate. I'm sure the Jedi sitting opposite me could sense this, which made it slightly embarrassing.

"Your training for today is over Padawan, you may leave."

I stood up and thanked the Master before exiting. My heart was thudding in my chest, anxiety plaguing my thoughts. It was the familiar feeling I got when he was near, although it was stronger this time. I paced down the Jedi Temples corridors, trying to trace down the signal.

I heard a woman laughing, giggling, followed by Anakins own laugh. Oh no he didn't...

Turning the corner, it was then that I saw them. His arm around her waist, giggling like schoolchildren. Rage pulsed through me, though I knew I couldn't act on it.

Her hand playfully hit his chest, that snide smile never once leaving her face. That was when she saw me, and her smile dropped. I heard her hushed tone to Anakin,"What is she doing here!"

I'd had enough, what made her think she could just waltz on in here and then insult me. I quickly paced past them, shooting Anakin a cold look as I did so, my eyes trailing up and down him.

He returned the favour, and I heard him mutter,"She's been accepted for Jedi teachings, had a change of heart ...." His voice faded away the further I got from them. The more my legs carried me away, away from the Jedi Temple. I aimlessly walked the streets of Coruscant, until a certain place Coruscant was infamous for caught my eye. A club.

I strolled in, recieving a few odd looks from people, some muttering Jedi. Shame I had that title, soon my life would be back to normal though, and people would be calling me "Dark Lady", the title I had worked my whole life for.

I slumped down on a seat at the bar, ordering a random drink off the menu. Whilst I waited to be served, my eyes scanned the room, seeing the type of people that were in here, how they behaved, what they talked about. I'd always been an observer.

My drink soon arrived and I brought the glass up to my lips, taking a sip. The taste was bitter and alcoholic, and it left a line of foam on my lips, which I quickly licked off.

A group of squealing girls quickly caught my attention, and my hearing delved into their conversation. I would soon regret what I heard.

"Oh my God ladies, and let me tell you the size of it! Let's just say it did not dissapoint for a Jedi." This was followed by more giggles. Although this conversation actually seemed interesting. It was easy to guess what she was talking about, and a Jedi! What a scandal!

"So can you tell us the name of this mystery man," one girl said.

"Aw, he swore me to secrecy..." there was an uproar of pleading from the girls, not that I was an better, I was invested in this. Although the words that rolled off her tongue were not what I had expected. "But, only because you are my closest friends, here goes." She looked both ways before leaning into her gaggle of friends. Over the loudness of the club, I could still hear her... "Anakin fucking Skywalker." The girls all erupted into giggle and a swarm of questions were bombarded at the girl. Although my hearing had gone fuzzy, their voices drowning out into a muffled mess. My head was elsewhere, with thoughts racing through. Questions, many questions. Anakin! I shouldn't be surprised, he wasn't known to follow rules.

I couldn't help but wonder how many other girls there were, what if Padmé was one...