by Vermillion Flame (vermillion_flame@hotmail.com)
Series: Anatomy, first in the series
Archive: Yes to M_A
Category: PWP
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Feedback: Any and all, please!!!
Notes: Sorry to be jumping on the ficlet bandwagon, but I have
been attacked by a band of rabid plot bunnies, each vieing for
its own Jedi body part. Here's the first, more to follow. No
beta. All errors are my own.
He stalks into the empty room, proceeds the short distance to
the furthest wall, turns and paces back to the door. His stride
is vicious, matching his mood.
'Why can't they see reason? This endless, petty bickering is
driving me insane!' His fists clench repeatedly as he struggles
to control his temper, knowing his anger is without purpose.
'Stuck on this frigid planet for weeks on end, with nothing to
show for it!' He blinks hard, trying to clear the red from the
edges of his vision.
He stops mid-stride and takes a deep breath, willing himself to
calm down. Again. It really is of no use.
Physical exertion is what he needs, but this diminutive castle
is barely big enough to walk through, let alone perform the
strenuous exercise he craves to drive off his pent-up
frustration. It has been many days since he has been able to
release his energy and find solace in his katas.
His eyes cast around the room, looking for something on which
to vent his ire. He picks up a cushion and slams a fist into
it. Not in the least bit fulfilling.
What he needs is something he can break. Send it hurling across
the room to produce a nice, satisfying crash. He searches the
room but finds nothing suitable. It would only make a mess,
anyway. That, and he would surely miss a shard which his master
would later find - and question.
Maybe a good, swift kick. He positions a cushion in front of
the wall, pulls back his foot, and ....
"I can tell you are trying not to limp, Padawan," chides his
master as they walk down the narrow hallway.
"I'm sorry, Master."
"There is nothing to be sorry about, except that you won't let
me look at it."
"I'd rather you didn't."
"As you wish, Obi-Wan, but I really don't understand why. It
would not be difficult to heal a broken toe."
"It is not a broken toe, Master. It is a lesson."
The older man sighs, and they continue down the hallway.
Archive 