Y/n and Anakin grew up together on Tatooine. They both had felt a spark for each other growing up. Anakin and y/n had both had a skill for building. Watto owned both of them but after Anakin was picked up by the Jedi he didn't want to leave her or h...
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(What y/n is wearing now since she's training with Anakin properly)
Y/n POV I had gotten dressed in my new outfit in Anakin's bedroom. He had basically moved all my things insides of his room. After Emperor Palpatine gave him the green light to train me and made me a sith it was a relief. I didn't need to hide my force sensitivity anymore yeah. But it was weird how everyone looked at me. Almost like they couldn't understand our relationship. Which I couldn't blame them. It was odd for anyone who wasn't us to understand.
Thankfully us sleeping together and being together was even okay since Palpatine knew due to the force bond it wouldn't be to odd. We just couldn't show how much we loved each other. Otherwise he'd probably have Anakin kill me. After I finished getting ready I went down the hallways he informed me of. Meeting two new large doors as they opened I noticed a few storm troopers sparing and others working out. Anakin stood there without a cloak on as he spun a practice sword around a few times.
This place was absolutely large. I wasn't expecting it. The mat he stood on seemed soft enough to bounce on. Maybe it wouldn't be to bad? I thought a bit to myself as I felt a slight flash back to my training days back on Tattooine. The floor's definitely had no padding but it almost felt the same. When Anakin looked my way I felt him look my body up and down in the tight black body suit. Watching his adams apple go down from a gulp I couldn't help but smile.
He stood up smirking at me. "Black suits you" he spoke this as a genuine compliment. I blushed a bit and cleared my throat. "Such a sweet talker" giving him a wink he couldn't help but chuckle. Point to my lightsaber on a chair. "First, call your lightsaber to yourself" I lifted my hand to it and I felt the force flow through my finger tips. As I did I watched as it flew to me and I grabbed it. I couldn't help but smile bright. Looking his way for approval he gave me a smirk back.
"Good. Now, I know you love the color of it. But, being a sith. We have red lightsabers." I frowned realizing what he meant. It was time to make mine red as well. I looked down as he sighed know exactly why I was sad. "Y/n. I understand but we must" nodding I held it up and looked to him. "How do we even make it red?" He looked to the ground for a moment almost feeling like he didn't want to tell me. Feeling this I gave him a worried look. "An- I mean, Vader?"
He shook his head and looked to me "we have to make it bleed" I froze hearing this. Kyber crystals could bleed? I had absolutely no idea they could or even how I'd do that. "They, can bleed? But, how?" He walked to me and gave me a serious look. "In order to make a kyber crystal bleed you must pour enough rage, hate, and pain into it" I gripped onto my lightsabers hilt. If this was how you did it, then, how was it for Anakin when he turned his red? Was he able to do it in the moment and change his? What even happened for him to change his?
I felt him lift my chin up looking down at me. "You must embrace the dark side y/n. Feel it as you feel the rage, hate, and pain flowing threw you. As you do, strike the robots and force your kyber crystal to bleed" looking him in the eyes I couldn't seem to understand how I was supposed to do that. Did I even want to do that? "You don't have a choice. You are a sith now. When your training is done it needs to be red, Alema" he spoke my new name which sounded so foreign from him.
