Lumy (luminations) wrote,

Oblivious, Part 2/2

I wrote this for swficchallenge's Challenge #6
Fandom: Star Wars
Title: Oblivious, Part 2 (a continuation of Challenge #5's fic)
Prompt: The Seven Holy Virtues (four mentioned here)
Characters: Anakin (age 13) and Obi-Wan
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 715
Warnings: None.

They sat at the kitchen table mutely, the awkwardness between them palpable. The nonchalant expression on Anakin's face undoubtedly belied his inner turmoil. Obi-Wan was aware that his young Padawan didn’t care much for tea, but he'd brewed a pot anyway, knowing that Anakin would find comfort in playing with the teacup if not in the soothing hot liquid itself.

Obi-Wan took a sip of tea, drawing the simple act out as long as possible. He knew what he wanted to say -- it was just a matter of choosing the right words. "Anakin..." he began. He couldn't seem to come up with more than that.

Anakin snorted. "What, Master? Don't be horny? Don't jerk off? Yeah, I get it." He stared at the teacup, struggling to control his anger.

Obi-Wan glanced over at the petulant boy and frowned. He found himself wishing for the thousandth time that Qui-Gon were here to deal with this. Qui-Gon would know exactly what to say.

He cleared his throat and began again. "Anakin, you know that we are required to practice abstinence. But... well, it's quite natural for you to experience feelings of... wanting to... er... sexual desire. A Jedi cannot allow himself to be distracted by this desire. Just like you shouldn't let anger and jealousy distract you. You need to let go of your lust in the same manner as these. Release it into the Force. Don't give in to it."

"The way you do, Master?"

Obi-Wan blanched at his accusatory tone; he was now glad Anakin refused to look at him. "Yes," he answered with a confidence he didn't feel.

Anakin stood suddenly and hurled his teacup across the room. Obi-Wan cringed as it shattered against the wall. "Padawan!" he snapped. "There’s no need for such a display. Sit down."

The boy did as he was told but didn't offer an apology. Obi-Wan marveled at how often Anakin tested his patience. He took a deep breath. "I’m only trying to help you. Why are you so angry?"

The question was met with more sullen silence.

"Are you feeling embarrassed because I know what you were doing tonight?" Obi-Wan questioned gently.

Anakin snorted again. "No, Master, I just think it’s kinda funny that you're lecturing me on chastity and... controlling lust... when you don't bother to control your own." This time he met Obi-Wan's gaze defiantly.

Obi-Wan frowned. How could Anakin possibly know about... no, he couldn't know. He had to be bluffing. "We’re talking about you here, Anakin, not me. I don't know what you're getting at but it's inappropriate."

Anakin rolled his eyes. "Right. I’ll pretend I don’t know why you were so exhausted that you dozed off on the couch this evening, and then you don't have to lie to me about it, and everything will be just wonderful."

Patience, Obi-Wan reminded himself. Murdering your Padawan would very much violate the Jedi Code. He glared at Anakin sternly. "You could also use a lesson in humility, my young apprentice. This attitude of yours is very unbecoming a Jedi. You’re not receptive to a thing I say when you're like this."

To Obi-Wan's relief, Anakin adopted a more humble expression. He even mumbled an apology. Obi-Wan continued to extoll the benefits of chastity, and of releasing lust instead of indulging it, without any further outburst from the boy. In fact, Anakin was being so quiet, he couldn't help but wonder how much was sinking in. "Does all this make sense to you?" he asked kindly. "Do you have any questions?"

Anakin was now the picture of youthful innocence. "Yes, Master, I do have one question," he said. "If Jedi aren't supposed to 'indulge lust,' then why would they need these?" With a smirk, he reached in his pocket and tossed a condom packet on the table.

Obi-Wan immediately recognized it as the style and brand that he favored. He tried to think of an explanation that didn't make him sound like a hypocrite; there simply wasn't one. The best he could do was admonish Anakin for snooping through his belongings, but the boy easily could have found a stray one in his tunics during laundry duty. He sighed and fiddled with his teaspoon, now wishing he'd pretended to be oblivious to Anakin's earlier activities.
Tags: anakin, fic, obi-wan, star wars
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