the forbidden love {anakin skywalker fanfiction}

{8} accidents with a skywalker

kyla's pov
the loud buzzing of sabers clashing filled the room. ani and i were battling fiercely, which was good preparation for when i actually had to fight evil. beads of sweat accumulated on my forehead as i did a double front flip over him and started attacking again. i could see the concentration in his eyes as he observed my every movement. i guess i got caught up looking at his eyes that i didn't realize his lightsaber was near my face. the sound of it hitting my flesh startled us both. he had hit me right below my right eye. i dropped my saber but immediately bent down to retrieve it.

anakin immediately turned off his weapon and replied, "i am so sorry kyla. are you okay?"

i could feel a warm liquid running down my cheek. it stung like hell but i wasn't going to tell him that. i shrugged. "im fine."

with a concerned look on his face he shook his head. "well at least let me clean you up."

"okay." i replied, looking down to see the blood dripping on to my robe. dang it, now i have to do laundry... i hate laundry. he placed a hand on my back and guided me to his apartment. he unlocked the door and took me to his bathroom, which was identical to mine.

"hop on the counter." he said a little demanding, while rummaging though a cabinet. the blood was still pouring down my face but not as heavily as before. he grabbed a white towel from a shelf and turn towards me. he gently placed a hand on the back of my head and began to dab away the blood. when he pulled it away, i saw the whole towel was now a crimson red. he threw it to the floor. "sorry." i muttered.

he looked at me. "for what?"

"i ruined your towel."

"i don't care about the towel, i care about you." he sighed and poured a dark colored liquid onto a paper towel. i blushed so hard, i hope i didn't notice. "this is going to sting okay?" i nod biting my lip. he places the wet towel on my cut. it feels like i'm being set on fire. i squeeze my eyes shut but a tear escapes.

"all done." anakin says after a few moments. i open my eyes and he places a small bandaid over my cut. he stands towering over me, and wipes the tear off my face. "i am truly sorry kyla. i didn't mean to hurt you." he hangs his head with a guilty look on his face.

"oh ani, it wasn't even bad. im fine." i say honestly. "but that's not the point. you don't understand, i can't live with the guilt of causing you pain. you don't deserve it." he inhales.

i place a hand on his cheek. "i'm fine ani." he closes his eyes and places his forehead against mine. we stay like this for a moment before i pull away.

i frown. "whats wrong?" he asks. "i have to go wash my robe now!" i whine. he takes the robe off of me, leaving me in my tunic. "i'll wash it." he laughs in his deep voice. i giggle.

"i must get going now, i have to pack for tomorrow." i can't believe i was going to see kira tomorrow! he smiles and nods. "goodbye kyla."