Signature Bonds - Star Wars TCW

Chapter 13

Okay, the plot is going to actually start showing up now. You might have caught the slight bit in the beginning, but if you didn't, maybe this will jog your memory.

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A lone figure ran down a back alley in the poor part of Couracant, rain dripping off of their cloak. The figure looked around, seeming to check to make sure no one was following, before they slipped something out of their rain-soaked clothing. They pressed a button, turning a comm-link on, bringing their wrist to their mouth to whisper into the speaker.

"Master, I think I found it."

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Ahsoka and Anakin had remained inseparable for the rest of the day for the most part, and true to his word, people were talking. A lot. Ahsoka didn't even know people could gossip that much, until she sneaked behind a group of younglings who appeared to be slightly out of the loop.

"Did you hear? That weak little youngling is the Chosen One's girlfriend! I don't even get it! That should have been the princess! At least, that's what I've heard," one babbled to two others, getting a few nods in response. Ahsoka raised an eyebrow. Princess?  What princess? As far as she knew, Anakin didn't even know any royalty. And how on earth would they know about any princess had Anakin liked them?

"Exactly! She never deserved to be out of training in the first place! She left when she was four! The rest of us have to wait until we are fifteen! Or older!" Another said, and Ahsoka let out a tiny scoff. It she hadn't left, she'd be nothing more than a punching bag. Actually, more like a punching paper, because they'd keep stealing her food.

"And the Chosen One? What's so great about him anyways? He's just another knockoff!" A seemingly jealous boy complained, crossing his arms and causing the other two to laugh.

"Oh, knock it off, Timinao! It's not like he's actually better than any of us! I'm sure he's just a spoiled brat." The last said, a short laugh coming from her lips. Ahsoka bristled at the statement. There was no way Anakin was spoiled. She'd woken many times because of his constant nightmares, and she was positive none of that could have come from an easy childhood. In fact, since Anakin came to the temple late, he could probably still remember his parents, or at least one of them. That revelation hurt her slightly, thinking of how hard it must be for him to remain strong and stay in the Jedi Temple knowing he had parents out there who loved him.

Or, at least, she hoped they loved him.

She frowned, having heard enough from the younglings, turning around and starting to creep away, crashing straight into someone. Ahsoka let out a slight 'oomph', the air partially being knocked out of her, before she looked up to see the face of someone she'd come to know.

"Hi, Plo!" She smiled, backing up a bit. "Sorry."

"It's fine, Little 'Soka." He grinned under his mask, and Ahsoka shifted her feet slightly. Ever since she had been off with extra training because she'd gotten old enough to learn a bit more, she hadn't really talked with the kel-dor.

"So... how have you been?" She asked, looking up at the older Jedi.

"Just fine, 'Soka. I was just off to find a youngling. He's been going missing recently, and no one can figure out where he goes." Ahsoka sighed.

"Sounds familiar. This youngling wouldn't happen to be Anakin, would it? Because he was out here with me about ten minutes ago, but now he's gone." Plo shook his head, chuckling slightly.

"No, it's not Skywalker. Although, now that you mention it, they look sort of similar."

"Hmm. Nope. Anakin's the only Skywalker I know, so... I don't know where this youngling is," Ahsoka laughed. "I'll keep my eyes open, Plo!"

"See you later, 'Soka," with that, Ahsoka turned and started walking, aiming to head back to the Jedi Temple, only to run into someone's back.

"Argh! I'm so-" She stopped mid-sentence, her body going stiff with the memories flooding back to her. The person turned around, and Ahsoka found herself going back into the body of her four-year-old self.

Flashback

"Aw, what? No mommy to call? No savior? Well, I'm sure you could just call the Chosen One, he seems to fancy you, though I'm not sure how a dope like you could be liked by him." A girl laughed, and Ahsoka took their beatings, being thrown to the floor like a sack of flour, tears wanting to spill from her eyes.

A youngling turned around, and just as Ahsoka thought he would come and save her, she realized her mistake. He would just hurt her, too.

A slap.

A punch.

Another and another kick.

Another push toward the edge.

A final one, past the breaking point.

The youngling looked like Anakin.

Flashback End

Ahsoka growled, before the person pulled out a taser and shocked her, causing her to cry out in agony. As she fell, the boy grabbed her back into the alley, leaving no trace of them having been there in the first place.

"Sleep well, Snips," was the last thing she heard before it all went dark, the alleyway fading from her view.

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TADA! Okay, sorry for the day late, I didn't have the plot quite thought out, but here you go!

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-Flaming Starbird