WARNINGS: Contains a lot of cutting, slicing and slashing
(Heh!)
SUMMARY: A Padawan exacts a diabolical punishment upon his
Master
DISCLAIMER: The Jedi are mine ... Not so, I lie! All proceeds
from this story will be dutifully transferred to their rightful
owner, George Lucas.
NOTES: at end of story. Thanks to Angi and my (no, not mine!)
dear Padawan Nia for a quick, dirty but entirely painless beta!
SMOOOOOCH!
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CUT - CUT - CUT
Quick, precise cuts sliced through tissue, a slightly sticky
liquid seeping from the produced slash. The sharp edge of the
knife so expertly wielded left clean, smooth cuts where it
moved, its user once more bringing down its tip with purpose
and conviction.
CUT - CUT - CUT
Living cells cleaved, were reduced to unwieldy pieces, debris.
The edge of the knife cutting this path of destruction never
dulled, its owner cherished it, it had served him on so many
different occasions already. Qui-Gon had used it on his
apprentice many times, even on himself - but today his task was
almost beyond what he was physically able to endure.
CUT - CUT - CUT
Exact slices, over and over, without end it seemed. Qui-Gon
couldn't stand it any longer - the first tears started to fill
his eyes until they overflowed with them, spilling the salty
liquid down the Jedi Master's face. Every new cut resulted in
new tears forming and being shed unceremoniously.
//Control. You must learn control!// How often had he heard
this from his old Master, how desperate he fought for control
now!
//Oh Force! Why won't it stop?// Pleading with this almighty
force of nature while bringing his knife down for another pass
through the easily yielding tissue in front of him, Qui-Gon
squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth.
CUT - CUT - CUT
There was a reason why he was doing what he did right now. It
was the punishment exacted upon him for being disobedient to
his "Master", the punishment his own Padawan had insisted upon.
No amount of pleading by Qui-Gon had moved his stern
apprentice. His failure to obey the young man during their
latest round of playing "naughty Jedi" was costing him dearly!
The knife in his hand was well balanced, an excellent tool,
good for many things - but for this?
CUT - CUT - CUT
Slice after slice was executed by a sure hand, more tears
welling up in the Master's eyes, and soon he felt his limit to
this torture approaching fast. He couldn't go on any longer,
didn't want to continue with this cruel exercise in submission.
"Please, Padawan, can't I stop now? I can't stand it any
longer, I cannot ..."
His young student sat leisurely opposite the older man,
clearly enjoying Qui-Gon's discomfort.
"Control, Qui-Gon. You, of all people, should know about
control! Now, continue or I will ..." The Padawan didn't need
to spell out his threat; Qui-Gon had already retrieved the
knife he had dropped onto the nearby table and was leading it
on it's path of destruction once more.
CUT - CUT - CUT
By now Qui-Gon's eyes were red from crying, and he lifted the
sleeve of his tunic over his face to dry his moist cheeks. His
discomfort had become unbearable, and he thanked whatever Gods
there were that he finally was done with his unpleasant task.
"So, Qui-Gon, how did you enjoy this little exercise? Hm? What
have you learned, my love?" His Padawan's voice sounded impish
and had a slight ring of sarcasm in it he really didn't care
much for. He sighed and looked at the man in the chair.
"I understand now what you mean by this being tantamount to
cruel and unusual punishment whenever I asked you to do this. I
promise you, my Padawan, I will be more cautious before asking
you for your services in the future!" Qui-Gon cast down his
still-tearing eyes and again used his tunic to clear them of
the moisture that threatened to dry up into tiny white crystals
crusting his eyelids.
"Hm, good, Qui-Gon, I will let this be enough - this time."
The young man stood up from his chair and joined his Master,
putting a comforting arm around the taller man's shoulder. His
free hand reached for Qui-Gon's cheek, lovingly removing the
last remnants of the ordeal his beloved Master had just gone
through. He quickly cleaned the knife off with a towel,
replacing it on his Master's belt and then took his lover by
the hand.
"Come, Qui, let's clean you up a bit. And next time you ask me
to do this ..."
The Master took his Padawan's face into his hands and placed a
light kiss onto his companion's lips.
"Yes, I know now!" he said quietly, and they continued to move
to the fresher to wash away any hints of what had just
happened.
Keemala stew was a dish for the Gods, but it was the pits to
peel and cut the over four pounds of onions needed for it!
The End
NOTES: If you haven't guessed it yet, this plot bunny bit hard
while I was preparing a dish that required A LOT of that
fabulous vegetable, Allium cepa, or onion!
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