Like Him - Suitless Vader/Anakin x Fem!Reader

Chapter 4 • The Box

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First Person POV
(Y/n)

It's been a day since Obi-Wan left for his mission.

When he was saying goodbye to me, he promised he'd contact me everyday.

But no, nothing. Total radio silence.

Now, I sit in his room. He gave me the code a while back, it's Satine's birthday, the woman who he's always had feelings for but is too afraid to say it.

Obi-Wan's quarters are plain, smooth dark red walls, with big windows overlooking the city.

Apart from that it's just basic furniture, a couch, bed, table and chair, bathroom... Nothing special. I'm in his room because I'm searching for any information on Anakin Skywalker, as there's no actual record, and I can't go asking anyone else other than Rosalie, who I can trust. But she already told me what she knew.

I told Ahsoka about what I knew, and she remembered his name one time from Obi-Wan accidentally calling me it when I was out being stupid on a mission. Other than that, nothing.

Searching desperately for even a snippet of information, perhaps even a photo, a diary, a belonging, anything. Anything to help me out of the confused corner I've been forced into by Obi-Wan.

Under the bed? No.

Lodged in the couch? Nope.

In his desk? Certainly not.

When I get to his wardrobe and flick through his plain Jedi robes, my hand accidentally knocks the back panel of the wardrobe and it falls open, revealing a wall and a box. On the wall is photos, all with Obi-Wan in, but also an extremely hot, tall, dark curly haired and blue eyed Jedi in dark robes appears in the photos.

In one picture, one that looks at least five years old, the two have an arm around each other with a drink in their spare hand. In another, they're wearing silly hats and glasses, laughing.

This is Anakin. I'm sure of it.

My delicate hands clench around the box, pulling it out of the wardrobe and onto his desk with a soft thud. Peeling the lid off, my eyes rake over the objects in there. A series of notebooks, each one looking older than the previous, a lightsaber hilt, and a data pad. Firstly, I flick through the notebooks. Anakin Skywalker's diaries. From 10 years ago, when it says he was 12, up until six years ago, when he was 16.

Does that mean he turned to the Dark Side at... 16?? Surely not, maybe he just stopped making a diary... Or he left the Order and joined the Sith later? I don't know. I'll probably ask Rosalie. I owe her donuts from the other day, I never got around to getting them. I should apologise for leaving so abruptly as well.

Secondly, I pick the lightsaber up. It's heavier than I expected, heavier than mine or any other I've held. Probably better for powerful swings. I'm assuming it also belongs to Anakin, and not Ben. Carefully, I place it back where I found it in the box, moving on to the third and final object. A data pad.