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chapter twelve

n// ladies and gentlemen,,, the moment we've all been waiting for.  long chapter ahead, folks, and i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it :')

Anakin felt sick during the entire trip back to Tatooine, and it wasn't due to the speed of which he got there.  He felt sick because he knew what horrors were facing him, and he prayed with every fibre of his being that it wasn't too late.

Stepping off his ship, he called a chariot for he and Padmé and gave them one direction.

"Take me to Watto."

"Da wanga!"

Anakin almost flinched at the all too familiar voice of his previous owner, but held it together.  Watto had no power over him anymore — Anakin was more powerful than the slave owning scum could ever hope to be in his miserable lifetime.

He winced.  There it was again; the notion of power, and how he wanted more of it.

Shaking it off, he focused on the task at hand.

"Chut-chut, Watto." he greeted, drawing the creature's attention.  "Let me help you with that."

Picking up the piece from his work station, Anakin held it up, examining it closely.

"What?  What do you want?" Watto questioned, looking up at the mysterious man.  "Wait... You're a Jedi!  Whatever it is, I didn't do it!"

Anakin ignored his nervous bumbling and pulled at some wires, picking up another part from the table.

"I'm looking for Shmi Skywalker."

The words dawned on Watto slowly, letting him come to realization as Anakin popped the last part into what he was working on.

"Ani...?" he asked.  "Little Ani?"

Anakin said nothing, just returned the piece to Watto.

"You are Ani!  It is you!" he laughed joyously, but for all of the wrong reasons.  "You sure sprouted, huh?  Wee-hoo! A Jedi!  Whattya know!  Hey, maybe you could help me with some deadbeats who owe me a lot of money."

"My mother."

Anakin's tone was harsh enough to sober anyone up, and Padmé even found herself flinching slightly from it.

"Oh, yeah... Shmi.  Uh... she's not mine-a no more-a.  I sold her."

"You sold her?" Anakin questioned.

"Yeah, her and that girl... Uh, what was her name again...?"

Anakin felt his blood go cold.

"Ryha."

"Yeah, her!  Years ago.  Sorry, Ani, but you know, business is business, huh?  Yeah, I sold them to a moisture farmer named, uh, Lars.  At least I think it was Lars..."

Seeing the look on his face, Watto was quick to make amends with the Jedi.

"Believe it or not, I heard he freed them!  Yeah, he even married her!"

Anakin's face only grew more dangerous at the newfound information.

"Your mother, that is.  Not the girl.  I remember how much you liked her, so I made sure to buy her after you left and I even sold them together!  Not bad, eh?"

"Do you know where they are now?"

"Ooh, long way from here.  Some place on the other side of Mos Eisley, I think."

"I'd like to know."

"Eh, sure!  Absolutely!  Let's go look at my records, huh?"

Anakin hated every second he spent with Watto, but it was all worthwhile after gaining a location of the moisture farmer who had supposedly bought his mother and Ryha.  Landing the sleek ship, he and Padmé made their way to the only hut that could be seen.