Respite On The Spitalfields (Obikin)

Chapter Four

It's been 6 months since he and Obi-Wan left the Jedi Order. 6 blissful months of nothing but their love and freedom to love. Obi-Wan was finally allowed to regress to a younger mindset, and accept the love he had for Anakin, and the love he received. It was honestly so adorable how the ginger reacted to some of the things Anakin did to him. Most being private things only between the two of them, but others, like PDA, made the black winged man's heart soar at how flustered his master could get.

Anakin had been the happiest he ever was, up until this moment.

He found himself coming out of hyperspeed in the Outer Rim, a familiar desert planet in his sight. Lingering hurt and conflicting feelings of rage rose up in his throat like bile, but he swallowed it down. He had one reason for coming here , back to his home planet. Just thinking of it as homehad his jaw clenching and wings prepared to take flight.

One thing was for certain, it was the first time since his mothers death, and the last time he would ever return here. He came back for one thing and he was promised by Watto that he would get it.

Pushing his cloudy emotions into the Force, he turned the ship to the dusty planet, and began entering the atmosphere.

Finding Watto should have been easier than it was, but of course the schutta was not in his usual kriffhole of a shop. Instead, the slaver had moved to a smaller, more remote area of Mos Espa. Perhaps he feared Anakin coming back to kill him after the death of his mother, he hoped so.

He was well off to be afraid. Anakin thought darkly, eyes hidden under his hood as he watched the Toydarian fly around and yell at some children to do this and that. Being here, being back and seeing the slave children had the Force around him going cold and he tried his best to reign in his emotions.

Taking a heavy breath to steady himself, he started over to the shop, hand going to his side to instinctively feel for his saber. Obi-Wan told him not to use it unless he absolutely needed to, which was almost never after moving to Naboo. But old habits die hard, and he never really felt safe on Tatooine as a child, even years later that wasn't about to change.

"Watto!" He called, watching in mild pleasure how the Toydarian's body flinched. It lasted maybe thirty seconds and then he was turning and booming at Anakin in his annoying, gurgly voice.

"Ani! Is that you? Look at you, Boy! You're even bigger than last we met!"

Those eyes were looking at the four folded wings on his back when he said the words and Anakin made a small show of flaring the two that weren't wrapped around his front; if only to see the small look of shock and awe on his old master's face. He would have to make sure to run them through some water when he returned to Naboo, he hated having dust in his wings. Sometimes he hated how long his feathers were, but Obi-Wan made the feeling disappear whenever he groomed them.

Plus his wings took longer to groom because they were larger, so it was a win in his book.

"You're still the same as always, Watto." He nodded in greeting, his small smile turning into more of a grimace and the words leaving like acid from his lips.

He wanted to just get what he came for and leave. Luckily, Watto must have caught the lilt in his voice because for once in his miniscule life, he didn't try to talk his ear off. The Toydarian looked him up and down once more, the shock on his face falling into more of a nervous expression. Anakin was aware how his wings made him appear. They were large and framed his body like an angel of death, even at a young age. He was always being whispered about at the Temple by the other Padawan's, they never really liked him but never said anything to his face.