Ani - An ftm star wars clone wars au

Chapter 1 - Honesty

Warnings- Allusions to self harm, accidental misgendering, mentions of self hatred.
Written by Sam

"She... Is... The chosen one..." Qui-gon breathed his last, he could sense her power, both of them could, but Obi-Wan was afraid, he couldn't lose his mentor, his father figure, he wasn't ready.

As he and the girl watched the funeral pyre with sadness in their hearts, the child spoke up,
"Who will train me, master Qui-gon promised he would, but..."
"But now he's gone, he is one with the force, we must let him go, but we can honour him, I can honour him. I will train you Annabelle."

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Years passed, the two grew, master and apprentice, she was powerful, hot tempered, and innocent, but she was troubled. The one thing Obi-Wan thought he could do was support her, but he knew there was something that she wouldn't tell him. 'Maybe I should ask her about it, surely she'll tell me,' he pondered just snooping around her room, but he knew that would betray the trust she has in him, so he would wait until she returned from her studies with master Yoda.

The door opened and Obi-Wan looked up from his holo-book, the child had a glum look, this was his chance.

"Annabelle, come here, please."

She obliged, whilst he noticed the sadness that eminated from her force signature when he said his name, curious.

"Tell me what's troubling you, I can help, as your master and your friend, tell me." At this the girl held out her arms, through their bond he knew to lift up her sleeves. Gasping at the sight, he pulled her into a tight hug, and she broke down in his embrace.

His embrace shocked him, he was sure his master would reject or punish him for this, he still referred to him as a her for force sake! The boy suddenly cried, he cried and cried until there was nothing left except his ragged breath and weak mind. He knew his mental shields had fallen long ago, he knew his master could see all his secrets, all his shame, his hatred towards himself, everything. It took all his strength to ask what he needed to know.
"Do you, do you hate me?"
"No child, I could never, I just wish you would have told me sooner, may I ask something?"
"Yes master."
"What's your name?"
"Anakin. Anakin Skywalker."
"Hmm, Anakin, I like it, it's nice to meet you Anakin."

At that, the boy was exhausted, but happy, he and his master were okay, he wasn't alone. Anakin fell asleep in his master's arms, and when he woke the next day in the same position, all he could do was smile.