surrender || obikin [COMPLETED]

15.

The morning brought with it the pang of a headache which had no cause. As the lights in the room turned on to simulate a sunrise, pulling me from the comfort of sleep, I groaned and rolled away from the brightness, blinking to let my pupils adjust.

Inhaling through my nose, I practiced a light meditation to try and ease the pain in my head, which helped infinitesimally. I noticed that my back ached for some odd reason as I slid from my sleeping pod. Pulling on my tunic and boots, I listened to the clack clack clacking of clones marching overhead, and left the room, not even making up my bed or combing my hair.

Why I was in such a sour mood was beyond me, so I had no way of appeasing it. I seemed to have momentarily forgotten about the incidents of the previous evening. When I headed down to the mess hall, I spotted Anakin across the room, leaning against the wall and scrolling through a data pad as he sipped something purple. When he sensed me, his eyes slid up, locking with mine.

A shiver cascaded down my spine as he smirked knowingly at me, returning his attention to the data pad. I hurried around the other side of the room, and grabbed something from the meal window without even looking at what it was.

I scurried back over to the opposite corner of the mess hall, and looked down at my meal: a slider of meat on a leafy salad type thing. I could never identify exactly what kind of leaf or meat- it could be from anywhere in the galaxy. I rolled my eyes at myself.

Great. I can't even eat this...

After a recent mission involving a lot of adorable creatures who had been pushed to the brink of extinction from being killed for meat, I had chosen to become vegetarian, and not regretted it one bit. however, it made it difficult to find something to eat from time to time.

I grumbled, and pushed the plate toward a nearby clone. "Would you like this? I am not going to eat it." The clone nodded, and dug into the plate. Juice oozed from the meat, and I grimaced. That used to have a face..

Picking at a hangnail, I tried to block Anakin from my thoughts as I inquired the clones abut their recent missions. The men were new, 'shinies' as Rex and Cody would call them, and had barely three half-interesting stories between them to tell, but I acted interested for their sake.

After they went back to talking amongst themselves, I looked around, and found Anakin to have left. Exhaling, I stood and smoothed my cloak before walking calmly from the hall. There was one meditation cell in the low levels of the ship that sounded particularly lovely right now, so I made my way to the lift.

As I rode it downwards, I sensed him again. He was getting closer... and my stomach dropped. It was too late to stop the lift, so I simply stared ahead. The lift halted, the doors sliding open. My ex-padawan stepped in, standing next to me. The doors slid shut, and we rode downwards. I felt him looking at me, and tried my best to ignore the summersaults in my stomach.

"Er.. did you sleep well?" I asked him this every morning when he lived with me as a padawan, and he always answered no.

"No."

Hmm. I smiled vaguely to myself. Some things never change. I nodded awkwardly, and the silence resumed.

"What about you, Master?" His voice sounded deep and suggestive when he said my title. He didn't say it innocently as he used to as my padawan, but seemingly in a different connotation this time. I swallowed. Why did he say master like that? Why can't he stop teasing me for one moment? I chastised myself for starting up conversation with my ever-flirtatious and immature ex-padawan.

"I slept fine, but woke up in a bad mood." I uttered this with a sharp tone, hoping he would get the drift and stop talking. But, of course, it was Anakin I was taking to, and therefore he kept on going.

"Oh dear. Is there.. something bothering you, Master? Something I can help with, perhaps? If you need a hand..."

I shot him an ugly look. The lift door opened, and I stepped out into the hall, pacing towards the meditation room. I groaned when I heard him follow me. His legs were longer than mine, and he strode up in front of me, stopping directly in my path.

"Don't ignore me. I know for a fact you don't hate me- in fact I think its quite the opposite-" I simply blocked him from my mind as I tried to step around him, but he moved back in front of me. I scoffed, crossing my arms. "Honestly, Anakin. You aren't a youngling, let me through. You're being horrible." He simply grinned evilly. "Make me."