Destined Love - Anakin Skywalker

Chapter 4

"Dead" Dooku yelled out. Neyara was pinned against the large doors that led out to the balcony on her masters training room. His lightsaber pressed as close to her neck as he could without causing her harm. If She wasnt beyond tired from early combat training and greatly pissed off from losing so many times. Then she would have admired the view from her masters base. However she just lost for the 4th time, In only an hour.

Dooku finally let his apprentice out of the hold between him and the wall. "Nayara, if you can't beat me, how do you expect to beat Skywalker and make him submit to our plans? '' He spoke harshly to her. Hisvoices was demanding and filled the training room. Her jaw was tight with aggravation as she walked over to pick up her saber on the other side of the room. "Nayara, Are you listening to me?"

"Yes master, I am listening and I understand what you are saying." Yara was careful with how she spoke, she knew first hand what disrespect towards him could cause even on a good day. She most definitely couldn't tell him of how her head had been flooded with said Jedi. She couldn't stop thinking about him. And it only worsened her temper.

"Go, I want you out of my sight. I expect you to report back here by 13:00" Before she could respond he was out of the room. She had an hour and a half to herself to make herself presentable for meetings the rest of the day.

As she walked back to her room she was so busy thinking about the boy whose first name she didn't even know yet. Her master had been secretive when it came to the Jedi. she knew the proficy like the back of her hand. Her master had ingrained her importance into her mind since before she could even fully understand the force.

Her thoughts on the boy dwelled as she made her way back to her room.

Anakin and Obi-Wan's ship was quiet. The low rumble of the ship and beeping from different features echoed throughout.

"Skywalker." She said in a mocking tone before fully turning around to face him with her saber now against his ribs. Where if she was to strike it would perfectly cut his heart in half.

It angered Anakin that he was the one being mocked now. He would always be the one to be ridiculed. It would not be changed by his supposed soulmate.

"Well sweetheart i'm not the one who called me here" His arrogance shined through as he walked towards her with this saber still against her neck.

"You have no idea what you are talking about 'Koochoo'. " If he was going to use names she was too and if she could have thought of something more creative then she would have. But she hasn't come across someone who speaks Huttese fluently since she was bought from Jabba.

Her Sudan use of huttese caught him off guard. It was always hard for foreigners to pick up. Did that mean she grew up around the hutts? But humans are only pets to the huts or prostitutes. Why would she know that? She couldn't be from Tatooine; he knew everyone from around there and he had no memory of her.

"Huttese?" He spoke with a question: he wanted to know that part about her. Had he really been that close to her in his youth. Before he became a jedi.

She scoffed before replying "What would a little jedi knight know about the hutts, outside of the slave trade.'' She eliminated the little distance between them. Her master said that she was to seduce him to the dark side. And she chose to take that quite literally, she already knew the effect she had on men and would use that to her full example. "Tell me Peedunkee, what do you know of the market?" She ran her finger tips over his cheek. "Everyone knows the Jedi let such things go right over their head, never solving any real issues."

He used the force to push her away from him. The room shifted around them into his bedroom on the Jedi cruiser. She was now pushed against the wall and she let out a laugh that only aggravated him further "You lying E chu Ta!" He yelled back at her. 

She remembered people saying it around her all the time when she lived in the Hutts palace. Sure there was an equivalent in Galactic Basic, and she studied many other languages during her training. But outside of the outer rim it is considered beneath them to speak such a language since what its creators represent.

"Are you from the outer rim?" she questions

"Yes, and where are you from? '' It's like he couldn't stop himself, he had to know more about her. This was the bond that ObiWan was talking about, this was really her consciousness.

" It was filled with hutts where I'm from." She spoke calmly .It felt safe to tell him like nothing bad would happen if he knew just a little about her.

"Tattatione" He blurted out. Tattoine was run by the hutts and the language was commonly spoken on his home planet. Putting the pieces together was simple.

"You know the dust ball of a planet." She was surprised not many people knew of the smaller crime filled planets. They didn't matter; they provided nothing to the rest of the galaxy and were more trouble than they were worth.

"Better than you could sweetheart. I grew up on that dust ball." To him it didn't matter if she knew he grew up there. He had nothing left there to protect anyways.

Nayara took in what he said before she replied. " I did too. Until my master found me and saved me." Anakin could hear the gratuite towers dooku and the fear of what her life was and could have been. He felt happy that she didn't have to live there long; she was far too well trained to only be found a couple years ago.

"I lived there two. until a great jedi master found me. I have been with the Jedi ever since. " Anakin spoke quietly, no longer arrogant or angry. He was only talking to someone who actually understood what he had been through as a child. Not someone who could only imagine what it was like. But someone who had experienced it. It was nice.

That was until the lights in his room flickered and the sound of an explosion ran through the halls.

"You better go get that Peedunkee." She looked away from him back at the wall to the right.

"I guess I should be sweetheart." He gave her a sly smile.

"And don't expect me to be nice to you on the battlefield just because you can show up in my head Skywalker."

"Call me Anakin, Beautiful. If I'm gonna be in your dreams we should at least be on a first name basis." He spoke again with his over confident voice that pissed her off to her core.

She still faced the wall not bothering turning her head to speak to him "Yara" she muttered under her breath. 

"I'm sorry sweetheart." he said, acting like he did hear her.

"My name Asshat is Yara." she wouldnt look at him now feeling vulnerable around him at the moment. She couldn't help it though. It was just easy. He understood what she was trying to say and how she felt about her past. This soulmate shit wasn't a joke.

Anakin watched as she faded out of his room. And before he could comprehend what had just happened. Obi wan came running in his room.

"Anakin, We are under a separatist attack, hurry up!" He ran out of the room with Anakin following after. Yara, it was beautiful. It fit her. And he would talk to her again before he had to face her in person.