Leaving was the only choice you saw fit. For your benefit and for that of the order, it was hard to take into account just how much it may affect those around you. Especially those who love you.
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First Star Wars Fanfic, tried my best so apologies...
"Woah- what just happened?" Anakin's heavy breathing was slowly reduced at the sight of Padme safe. Yet, he was still lost at the spectacle you had just put up.
"Kalesto," you drop down to your knees, Kalesto running to your arms, hugging you tightly, "are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine," she sniffles, hugging your tighter as you run your hand through her hair.
"Been practising, have you?" Yoda almost seemed proud, "much improvement made, hm,"
"Thank you, Master," you stand up, checking she had no injuries. "Are you two okay?"
"Uhm, yes," Padme and Chuchi nod to each other as a confirmation.
"You're bleeding," Kalesto notes the crimson seeping from your torn lip and scratched temple.
"I'm fine," you assure the Duchess who was unsure about that statement.
A hand take a hold of your arm, "Y/n, you need to see a medic," Obi-Wan's face was painted with more concern than anyone else in the room, but you failed to notice this.
"Sorry, wouldn't that be selfish?" You pull away, grabbing your blaster and tucking it back into your hidden holster.
"I think we're all a little shaken up... shall I escort you back to your rooms?" Anakin offers to the Senators, though more so to Padme.
"Kalesto, come with me," Yoda waves the Duchess over, the young girl hesitant to leave you at first but eventually complying.
Just as you were about to leave, the only other person in the room spoke up, "I didn't- I never meant to call you selfish,"
"Really? So what did you mean by 'you only ever think of yourself'?" you then glance at the floor. "Waste of good food," a grumble from your stomach only acted as further agreement.
"Let me at least help-"
"I don't need your help, Kenobi, I've done fine on my own," collecting the ripped fabric in your hands, there wasn't another willing second you stayed there.
~~~
As you and Obi-Wan had conversed, Yoda had been subjected to gentle interrogation. "Quiet, quiet," he hushed the four.
"Come on, Master, isn't there something you can tell us?" Anakin seemed the most eager to learn about the drama.
"Many things can be said. What is said... another story, that is," he chuckles, "but, former Padawan of Master Watson, Y/n was, until chose to leave the order, she did,"
"Leave? You can do that?" Chuchi whispers to Anakin who nods.
"Not many do but... why did she leave, master?"
"Ah, for that, only Y/n has the answer," he taps his walking stick on the ground, resting both hands on it. "Sensitive Y/n and Master Obi-Wan's relationship was, and sensitive it still is,"
"Relationship??" Kalesto perks her head up, "isn't that banned?"
"It has its exceptions," Anakin was quick to defend but looks to Padme who gives a look stern enough for him to shut up.
"It wasn't a relationship," the man himself had turned up, "exaggeration is a step closer to chaos, Master,"
"Hm," Yoda huffs gently, shaking his head at the others who hold back laughs. "Speak with you I still must, Duchess Kalesto,"
"And I need to talk to you," Anakin points an accusing finger at Obi-Wan.
"No, I am not answering any of your questions," he nearly makes a run for it before Anakin could begin the pestering. Anakin soon dashes after as Chuchi and Padme shake their heads, walking in suit of the two.
"Duchess," Yoda looks up with a weary gaze, "Informed of this attack, the council must be," he beckons her closer, "utmost priority, your safety is,"
"It was one attack-"
"And you the target, young duchess," he sighs, "assigned, a Jedi will be. Protect you, their only mission," he glances to the two Jedi bickering at the end of the hall.
Kalesto catches this and shakes her head, "as much as I appreciate, I do not trust those two with my life- not that they may not be capable but they are as much a stranger to me than a clone from the army,"
Yoda notes this comment, continuing the walk to her room. "Very well, but hold a meeting, the council shall still,"
~~~
"You're an idiot," you watch as he closes his eyes, carefully placing the gauze on the abrassion as he does so.
Obi-Wan lay on the bed with blood staining his robes and two now ruined pillows elevating his head. He winces at the sting, suddenly gripping at your hand as a need for contact, "I'm fine... you don't have to do this," he grits through his teeth.
"If I didn't do this then you'd be a mess," you clean the next scrape with a new gauze. "How do you manage to get in such a state after a mission? Are you being reckless or stupid?"
"Aren't those two of the same thing?" he peaks an eye open to see your unamused face.
"You're lucky the healers said you'd be on bed rest for three days,"
His hands move to support his body against the mattress. "Three days? I couldn't possibly-"
"But you will," you place a hand on his chest before he could attempt to get up, "you knew the consequences of that idiotic 'plan', you went against Master Qui-Gon's orders," standing, you were not sure where you were going, just away to shield your face from his sight.
"You were... worried?"
"Of course I was worried, Obi-Wan!" was that not obvious to him? You were pacing for hours once you overheard the news from Master Windu and Master Yoda. Your own master had even noted your distracted mind during your training.
"Y/n..." guilt crept up his conscience, "those Zabraks were in danger, I had to help them," despite knowing you'd protest and maybe even turn worry to anger, he still got up and off the bed. "I didn't mean to make you-"
"Well, you did." A brisk breath, shaky at the thoughts- the conclusions you had made at the time. "You're my only friend, Obi-Wan. I know it's against the code but I can't bear the idea of losing you,"
Limping to your side, luckily only a few steps away, he takes your hand. A light squeeze makes you turn around, but your eyes stayed on the floor, "look at me, Y/n," but when you don't, he simply lifts your chin with his index finger, "you won't lose me, Y/n," he brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. "I promise."
The Jedi master clenches his jaw, looking down at the medical kit as he stood outside your room. His body swayed a little at the memory before he lifted a hand to knock at the door.
"Come in,"
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