Ahsoka's montrals filled with only one sound. So many surrounded her, but she zoomed in on, focused on one particular sound.
Buzz, buzz.
Her eyes snapped open from their original half-asleep stage. The tips of her lekku twitched. The veins in her eyes began to bulge as her entire body froze.
Buzz, buzz.
Her mouth twisted into a predatory sneer as her fangs were revealed. Her fists closed in on themselves, clenching so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She was angry. Beyond furious. How dare it invade her quarters? How dare it have the gall to disturb her during a class?
Buzz, buzz.
"Mosquitoes," Ahsoka hissed through clenched teeth.
"I'm sorry, Padawan Tano, what did you say?" Professor Nu asked in confusion, staring at the strangely frozen teenage Togruta.
Blast. She'd forgotten to turn her microphone off.
"I- I'm sorry Professor," she muttered, not looking Jocasta in the eye. "There was a mosquito in my room, and I panicked."
"It's alright. Now, on with the lesson. Padawan Chan, what answer did you get for question four?"
After making sure that both her camera and microphone were turned off, the teenaged girl slipped on the hood of her hoodie, pulling on the strings to tighten the space.
No mosquitoes stinging me today, no sir.
Ahsoka's eyes narrowed, as she sensed the pesky insect lurking in the corners of her room. Force-pulling a napkin from her bedside table, she stood, ready to pounce at any given moment.
I just have to blend in. No movements, no breathing, nothing. Then eventually it will come to me, and it will meet its fate.
Scanning her surroundings, she made sure the pest wasn't currently hiding on the same wall section she was standing at. It wasn't. Time to put her plan into action.
Minutes had gone by, and Ahsoka could feel the bug flitting around. She could sense it. She could see it. It never seemed to come to her. The Togruta swore that if this little piece of bantha fodder was Force-Sensitive, she was going to tear down the Temple brick by brick to eliminate it.
I hate mosquitoes. They're disgusting and dirty and irritating and they get everywhere. The Togruta shuddered at the mere thought of them. Math was the cause of death for some people. For others, it was physics. There are another group of people who despise them both equally. For her, mosquitoes were the bane of her existence. She hated- no, despised- the filthy little mudb-
Buzz, buzz.
No. Freaking. Way.
Ahsoka's lekku twitched again. It had a miniature seizure. She'd seen the little beast near the lamp on her desk. It was the only source of light in the room.
Why wasn't it going anywhere else?
"Remember, Snips," Anakin had told her, "Mosquitoes are attracted to the light. It's a good tip if you ever need to kill one."
Ahsoka normally hated flashbacks. They brought back past memories that she wanted to stay buried. But today, she was grateful.
Thanks, Master. I'd rather contaminate my lightsaber blade than have it spawn more little devils.
It didn't Ahsoka long to reach out with the Force and turn off the small light on her desk.
Come here, little pest...
Her hand inched slowly towards the gleaming silver saber hilt.
It's only a matter of time.
3.
2.
1.
Hnnshh! The baritone hum of Ahsoka's lightsaber could be heard, and the once pitch-black room was suddenly illuminated by an emerald green hue.
Come find your light, pest.
Her mind soared. She had created such a tempting lure for the mosquito, there was no way it could resist. She barely held back the savage grin forming on her face when she felt the tiny presence begin to fly closer in curiosity. Ahsoka gripped her lightsaber tightly, the blade unmoving. She was welcoming the mass-murderer to its death.
How ironic.
Her hood, still tightly secured on her face with the drawstrings, helped her blend in. There was no way Ahsoka was going to let this mosquito win. She imagined all the ways the little menace could die in agony. And she grinned manically. Just as Ahsoka felt the tiny presence hover above the blade, she could barely contain her excitement. Clutching the cylindrical weapon tightly in her left hand, she carefully removed her right, prepared to give the irritating pest a warm welcome to hell.
The mosquito inched closer to its demise. It poked a leg curiously at the large neon green thing in front of it. One leg. Steady. Two legs. Steady... and three-
A searing pain shot through its legs, thousands of tiny eyes bulging in agony. But it trudged on fearlessly, determined to get to know what this mysterious item was.
Let's try this again.
Third leg...
And
The fourth-
The mosquito let out a final, pained shriek before crumbling into a heap of dust.
Behind the blade, Ahsoka cackled.
I did it. I killed the damned mosquito.
***
A/N: okay, hello! this actually did happen irl. you know that look when you draw your hoodie hood up and tighten it around your head? yeah. that's exactly what i did when i realized there was a lil b**** wandering around in my room. i was much more paranoid about it though, and to this day i still have no clue where it went. meaning i went and texted my bestie:
"THERE IS A FRICKING MOSQUITO IN MY ROOM AJSHFIAHS"
"IT MUST DIE. I NEED TO RULE OVER MY RULE WITH AN IRON FIST. I AM THE SOLE DICTATOR FOR MY ROOM AND NOBODY IS TAKING OVER."
obviously she thought i was crazy.
but then went on to make up fly rights.
no thanks.
anyways. i hope you enjoyed this quick oneshot lol!
- Jazzy