Heyo, human beings from outer space!
Yaaaay, I found a writing prompt on Pinterest!
And you guessed it: I'm hurting Ahsoka again. I'm so sorry, Ahsoka. I can't help it.
Trigger warning for harassment.
Read on if you dare.
Anakin didn't always agree with the Council. Oftentimes, he disagreed with them in one way or another, whether it was large or small.
This was one of those times. And this was a huge disagreement.
The Council decided to send Ahsoka on a solo mission to the lower levels of Coruscant... at night. Were they unaware of the threats to teenaged Togruta females in dingy, dark places? Did they not know the risk and danger they were shoving Ahsoka into?
If they did, they certainly didn't care.
Anakin brought his fist down at the table in the kitchen of his and Ahsoka's shared quarters. It made a loud thudding noise of metal slamming against the wood. He tightened his fist and let a growl rumble from the bottom of his throat.
A knock sounded on the door. Anakin, sensing who it was, shouted, "It's open."
The door swooshed open and in came Obi-Wan. He sat down at the table next to Anakin wordlessly.
Anakin wasn't angry at Obi-Wan. He knew that his former master did all he could to prevent the Council from sending Ahsoka on such a horrible mission.
"I'm nervous, too," Obi-Wan spoke, moving his hand to set on Anakin's clenched fist, "but you need to calm down. I'm sure she can sense you right now and that won't ease her own anxiety. It might as well distract her and endanger her further."
"You're right," Anakin sighed, shielding his worry from Ahsoka's bond. He loosened his cybernetic fist so it wouldn't lock in place. Late nights with either Ahsoka or Obi-Wan fiddling with his hand to get it to unlock were no fun. And tonight, he didn't need that.
Anakin watched the time tick by on the Chrono. Obi-Wan made them some tea and they drank in silence. No word from Ahsoka.
They finished the tea and Obi-Wan put away the mugs, the sugar, and the tea bags. No word from Ahsoka.
Obi-Wan eventually departed for his quarters. Anakin laid his head down on the table and closed his eyes. He didn't realize he'd dozed off until a thud from the other side of the quarters startled him up.
Anakin twisted to look over his shoulder. The door slid open and in tumbled Ahsoka. Anakin shot up and rushed to her. She cradled her arm over her middle, slouching slightly, and even in the dim light, Anakin could tell that blood smeared her face.
Anakin stepped forward and reached out a hand automatically. Ahsoka shrank away. Her shoulders trembled, her face blanched, and she looked ready to break out into tears.
"Please..." Ahsoka croaked. She sniffed and didn't finish whatever else she was going to say.
Reaching out a hand, slowly this time so as to not startle her, Anakin curled his fingers around her chin. He tilted her chin up to get a better look at her battered face. Anakin delicately thumbed a streak of blood away from Ahsoka's swollen lips, saying nothing.
Ahsoka's face turned impossibly whiter.
Anakin stared Ahsoka dead in the face, anger blazing in his eyes. His voice is quiet and tense, his anger bearly restrained.
"Who did this to you?"
Ahsoka looked at him with bewilderment and said nothing.
"Ahsoka, tell me who did it," Anakin growled lowly, his anger swelling.
"I-I can't," Ahsoka squeaked, drawing in a sharp breath as Anakin's expression tightened.
"You need to tell me right now or so help me I'll–" Anakin stopped himself on seeing the pure terror written all over Ahsoka's face and filling her glowing eyes. Her normally-orange face just about matched her white facial markings, and Anakin didn't think she'd breathed since she last spoke. He didn't know what she would do first: pass out, throw up, or start crying.
But it was because of him.
Anakin didn't know what happened to her, but whatever it was, it was horrible. And by demanding to know who invoked this, he was only scaring her more.
"I'm sorry," Anakin breathed, voice gentle this time. He forced his anger down and shut it up. He knelt to be at eye-level with her, hoping it seemed less threatening than towering over her. "I promise I won't tell anyone else. Not even the council."
Ahsoka took two steps back and cowered in his presence. "You'll kill them."
"Do you want them dead?" Anakin asked, reaching out to set a hand on her shoulder like he normally would. Ahsoka hissed softly, but loud enough for him to hear, and backed away from him.
"Please..." she whimpered. "...don't touch me. It hurts"
"Okay," Anakin complied, mentally slapping himself for continuing to reach out. "Do you want him dead?"
Ahsoka hesitantly shook her head. "It's n-not the Jedi way."
Kriffing Ahsoka. She'd just been assaulted, and all she cared about was the Jedi way? She didn't want him to kill whoever hurt her because the Jedi were against it? That had never stopped Anakin before, so why should it stop him now? It would make both him and Ahsoka feel better, he was sure.
"I won't kill them." Anakin hated lying to his padawan, but sometimes it had to be done.
"Promise?"
"I promise," Anakin lied through his teeth. "Now, do you want to go to the healers?"
She shook her head.
"Do you want me to get the medkit?"
She shook her head again. "I'll do it."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded her head.
"Do you need anything?"
"No," she murmured. "Tired."
"Do you want a sleep suggestion?" Anakin offered.
She shook her head, already heading to her quarters. All the while, Ahsoka kept a wary eye on Anakin.
It broke his heart that she didn't trust him. That being attacked caused her to fear her own master, whom she knew would never hurt her. Ahsoka was strong... so much stronger than she needed to be. And yet here she was, afraid and broken.
Anakin would have to make sure whoever did this to his little sister paid.
Anakin commed Obi-Wan, telling him that Ahsoka came back and asking him to come over. Obi-Wan, of course, agreed. He sat on the couch, sipping his tea. Wasn't that like his fourth cup? Nevermind. Focus.
"I'll be back. Just make sure she doesn't have any nightmares," Anakin pulled a long cloak over his shoulders and made for the door.
"Where are you going?" Obi-Wan raised his brow.
"The halls of healing. I'm getting some of that special bacta cream that won't irritate her lekku," he said, keeping his eyes down. It wasn't a bad cover story. Ahsoka's lekku were irritated by the standard bacta cream that everyone had in their quarters.
But Obi-Wan could see straight through his lies.
"Anakin," Obi-Wan called firmly after him, "just consider how your actions will affect your padawan."
Anakin didn't say anything, because he knew what he was doing was wrong.
But he didn't care. It would make him and Ahsoka feel better.
Anakin was going to go find the people who'd done this to Ahsoka. And Anakin was going to murder those people.
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Word Count: 1,265
Published: Jun. 11, 2022
Whoah, that worked really well. And yaaay, another update! I've been doing so well these past three days on updating.
That'll probably die soon. My creative witts only go so far.
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Bye, peoples!