Distraction |Obikin

2.

As I arrived back home, it was almost the same as all the other times. I exited hyperspace and went through a little bit of traffic before actually landing on the platform.

And that wasn't the end. I then had to check in with about a thousand commanders or captains and then I had to give my report to the council. Obi-wan always took care of this stuff, it was much easier back then, when I didn't have to do any of the boring work. I'd just stand behind Obi-wan twiddling my thumbs while he talked and gave reports and blah blah blah. Now I had to do that stuff and I wasn't good at it, it might've helped if I'd payed attention when Obi-wan did it.

This exhausted me, but there was one more person, well, the only person that I really wanted to see. I walked through the halls of the temple, nothing had changed, but it all felt different.

I had finally gotten to my old masters living quarters on my tired soar feet, it felt awkward to knock on the door. I waited there, not knowing what to do with these 3 seconds of nothing, until I heard a "come in" from the other side of the door.

I opened the door and made my way inside closing it behind me. I saw my old master on the couch reading some old book that he had as he set down his cup of tea on the side table and looked up at me.

I was graced with that warm wholesome slime of his, where his eyes twinkled. It was easy to hide my blushing cheeks, I had been doing it for so long.

"How was my old padawan's first mission as a knight, with the 501'st?" He joked a bit, and looked back at his book.

"Fine." I made my way over to the couch and practically fell beside him. "How does is not bore you to death with all the reports to the council, and commanders? And how did you get to be so good at it?"

"Well I paid attention to my master when he did it." I could tell that this was one of the lame attempts at pulling my hair. He could feel my frustration through our bond and was teasing me.

I rolled my eyes, "ha ha, very funny." I couldn't really think about a comeback right now, because it was true.

"Don't you have your own quarters to go back to rather than coming here to bother me?" He asked, still reading his book. The truth was that I wanted to be close to him, even if it was just sitting in silence, I just wanted to be next to him, or even just in the same room as him. I didn't want to go back to my empty room.

"I thought you enjoyed my company?" I remembered the last time I had left my padawan room. Jedi were not supposed to be attached to anything or anyone, it amazed me that they even let us have living quarters, and because of that, it meant all the rooms looked the same, well, almost. So when I left my room for the last time, nothing had changed, yet it still felt empty. I knew that would be how my new living quarters would feel.

"Well, I suppose I do, I'm just surprised that you aren't thrilled at the idea of living on your own finally." He was still giving his book more attention than me, which I'll admit, made me a little bit jealous, of the book.

"I am thrilled." I paused, I was thrilled at the idea of living on my own, but I wasn't thrilled at the idea of not living with my master any longer. Part of me didn't want to have those thoughts leave my head when he fell asleep, or took a shower. Part of me didn't want to get over my crush on him. Part of me wanted to push that stupid book away from his face, lean in and kiss him roughly to make up for all the times I could have kissed him, but didn't. "It just feels like a habit to come here and talk about my mission."

But the other part of me, the smaller, yet more logical and dominant part knew that he wouldn't feel the same way about me. He wouldn't want to be near me again, we wouldn't go on missions together again, because he would know of all of my thoughts against the Jedi code that he would rather die than break. If I told him how I felt it would expose the part of my mind to our bond and he would know of all the thoughts that creeped into my head even though I tried to push them away, and they always came back because I liked them, no matter how much I told myself I shouldn't, and it's wrong.

"Well I'm enjoying some down time right now so if you don't mind, we can talk about your mission later." He wasn't cold or distant when he said this, but I could tell he was off in his own little world.

The angel on my shoulder told me that he wasn't like this often, but when he was it was good for him, he was relaxed, and he hasn't been relaxing much, especially since the start of the clone wars.

The devil on the other side told me to stay and test his patience. Or stay and kiss him, and more.

I decided on listening to the angel, not because it was the better choice, but because I was tired and wanted to go to sleep.

"I'll see you in the morning master." I got up and started to make my way to the door when my footsteps were interrupted.

"You don't have to call me that anymore Anakin."

"You're right, master." I heard him sigh and smirked as I walked out of the room.

I walked down the halls until I got to my own quarters, it was only a 5 minute walk from Obi-wan's quarters, but it still wasn't close enough, it wasn't close enough for me to hear his steady breathing as he slept.

As I opened the door I had the exact feeling I knew I would have. It was empty, almost like when you walk into a hotel room and everything is clean and organized. Obi-wan was a bit of a neat freak so it wasn't too different from how his quarters looked. But I knew that with me living there it would be much messier in a few days at most.

I went to the bedroom, it was the same as Obi-wan's. A made double bed against the wall, a dresser, a nightstand with a lamp on top of it, and most importantly, a window that looked out into the busy noisy streets of Coruscant. The noise and all the movement was always pretty calming to me, and now that it was nighttime, all the speeders and ships lit up the planet.

I changed into my nightclothes and got into bed and started to fall asleep.

As I drifted off one thought graced my mind over a million times.

It would be much more pleasant to sleep in this room if Obi-wan was lying next to me.