"Cyath, wake up." I hear a faint male voice attempt to shake me awake. I try my best to wake up or give them any sort of sign, but I just couldn't move.
"Cyath!" He tries to wake me once more but, I still couldn't. I feel his arms snake around my legs and back and lift me up. The touch seemed familiar some how.
He put my into someone else's arms, whose felt unfamiliar, I decide I'm in good hands so I decide to let go of consciousness.
*TIME SKIP*
The light slowly starts to seep into my line of vision. This wasn't just any regular light, it was bright, thick, and unnerving. I couldn't see anything, and the light started to burn my eyes. I close them again, for some unknown reason, I begin to breathe much heavier. A sudden wave of danger and anxiety, fuelled my spike of adrenaline. I struggle to sit up straight, so I violently start shaking around moving the bed underneath me.
I hear something, and immediately stop what i was doing, I listen carefully and I hear light foot steps, coming my way. I panick, and shake and struggle once again.
"Cyath, Cyath!!" I hear a familiar warm soothing voice which relieves the pressure I was under, but fear still dominates.
"Cyath, please stop, it's me Obi Wan, you're on Rhinnal, the Jedi Medical Centre." With that sentence alone, tears started to form in my still readjusting eyes.
"Obi Wan..." My frightfulness ceases and I pull obi wan in front of me into a tight hug. I started crying loudly in his shoulder.
"It's okay, the first real mission always turns out bad. Even for me." Obi wan pulls me in tighter and rubs my back.
"What happened for you?" I say through my tears and attempt to stop whimpering, as in to listen to Obi wan's story.
"It's a long story..." He replies with a soft smile, I wipe the tears under my eyes, and there seems to be a short pause into between the two of us, just smiling at each other.
"Are you okay?" Obi Wan speaks up, I give a little crying giggle.
"Yeah." I sniffle, still wiping the tears from under my eyes.
"Have they decided my Jedi Master yet?" I sniffle a little bit and look into Obi Wan's eyes. He sits on my bed and turns to me.
"I don't know. I just came here too see you, as soon as my mission was complete and I was back home and came to Rhinnal, to see if you were okay."
"Thanks for that, but you don't have to worry about me." I smile, eyes still puffy from crying. But he smiles back.
"But I do have to worry." He puts his hand on my shin, and smiles up at me once again.
"You sure all of this worrying won't get the both if us in trouble?" I give him a concerned look.
He sighs, and takes his hand away. "Cyath, your right. This isn't right, I shouldn't have any regard for you, and either should you towards me." He stands up. I look up at him and nod.
"I agree Obi-" I am suddenly interrupted.
"But that doesn't mean we both have to cease empathy towards each other. For now on, the two of us are only good allies." He gives me a stern look, and I give it back.
"Agreed." I mange to get a word in before Obi Wan gets contacted.
"I must leave the room to find out what Qui-Gon would like." I nod in reply.
He walks out but I can hear a bit of the conversation.
"Trade Confederation? You'd like me to accompany you as an Ambassador?" Obi wan questions Qui Gon.
"Yes, as in an attempt to resolve a trading dispute of the planet Naboo by the trading confederation, on orders of Queen Amidala." Qui Gon replies, and that's all I can hear after that, everything else is just muffled.
Shortly, Obi Wan enters grabs his Jedi cloak. "My apologies Cyath but, I must leave on a mission ordered by my Master Qui Gon." I nod then shake my head.
"There is no need to apologize for this sudden interruption, if you have to leave, then must you see to it." I give a faint smile.
"Once again, you are right Cyath, thank you, and farewell." He gives me the same damn faint smile which seems to hold the same things I feel down deep inside. I know it is against the Jedi Order in love, and shall I see to obey it.
"Good bye Obi Wan."
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