Okay, so I got a little tired of writing angsty stuff, so I'm trying another humorous story. We'll see how it goes.

Summary: Our two favorite Jedi finally have a day off from the war... deadly breakfast... annoying droids... and I can't help but pick on Mace again. It's just sooooo easy...

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Anakin woke up early. Six in the morning early. Curse the stupid war, he thought, blaming it for his acquired habit of waking up at the crack of dawn every morning. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and glanced at the clock, just to confirm that it was indeed early. He groaned when he realized it was true.

Falling back on his bed, he tried to will himself to sleep, but of course it didn't work. Then he realized something. He and Obi-wan had a day off today. It was their first in almost a year and a half, and Anakin had been looking forward to it for a long time.

He grinned. No cafeteria food for breakfast this time. That had to be the best part of this day out of everything, mainly because Obi-wan was an amazing cook.

He jumped out of bed with renewed energy and walked out of his room and down the hall. He stopped at Obi-wan's door, hesitating to wake him. For some reason, his master had figured out a way to sleep in despite having been in the war longer than Anakin. Anakin shrugged; if he had to get up early, then it was only fair that Obi-wan should too.

Anakin opened the door, immediately throwing a hand over his mouth to stifle his laugh. Oh how he wished he could write a book on his master. There were so many odd quirks about him that Anakin wanted to tell people, his sleeping habits being one of them.

Sometime during the night, Obi-wan had managed to move from his bed to the floor and was now sprawled out, arms flung in weird directions, on the floor with half his body under the bed. He had trimmed his hair a few years back to get rid of the mullet look, but it was still long enough to get messed up, and it was sticking out at odd angles right now. Anakin was struck with a sudden pang of envy. Obi-wan looked so comfortable.

He walked over and poked a foot into his master's side. No response. He poked a little harder and yelped when Obi-wan's hand clamped around his ankle faster than he could blink. Looking down, his eyes met the steely gaze of a very unhappy master.

Obi-wan sighed when he realized it was only Anakin and groggily pushed himself into a sitting position. A small smile spread across his face and he gave his padawan a pointed look. "Don't you breathe a word."

Anakin grinned. "About what? The fact that you sleep under your bed instead of on top of it?"

Obi-wan took the jest in stride. "Yes, that. I'm assuming it's around six?"

"Unfortunately. Sorry, but I haven't figured out how you manage to sleep in yet. Maybe I should try sleeping under my bed," Anakin said to himself. He raised a brow and put on a serious face. "Does it help?"

Obi-wan just rolled his eyes and stood up, wincing when his back straightened. "Only if your back can take it. I really need to stop doing that."

"You're not even forty yet; stop complaining," Anakin ordered, turning to leave.

"Wait a minute," Obi-wan said. Anakin turned and looked at him. "Did you just mention my age without calling me old? Are you really Anakin?"

"My mistake. Come on, ya old fart, you need to make me breakfast." Anakin ducked, completely expecting the pillow that zinged towards him. It flew over his head and he triumphantly smiled. "Hah, you missed!" Then the second pillow nailed him right in the face.

"I don't miss," Obi-wan reminded him on his way out the door. Anakin mumbled something under his breath, which only earned him another steely look. "You do realize I know what those words mean, right?"

"Only because I told you," Anakin argued.

"Your mistake," Obi-wan countered. "Now cut the Huttese and go take a shower; you smell bad."

Leave it to his master to be so bluntly honest. "Whatever," Anakin grumbled. "You gonna have the food ready when I'm done?"

"Of course. But it might not be warm, considering you take the longest showers in the history of the Jedi." Anakin made a beeline for the bathroom, determined to prove his master wrong. Yes, he took long showers, and yes, he could also take short ones.

That was what he thought until the hot water hit his back and he was suddenly belting out some random song in some random language while reveling in the feel of the hot water as it loosened his sore muscles. And surprise, he lost track of time. It took lukewarm water to finally remind him about breakfast and proving Obi-wan wrong, the second of which wasn't going to happen.

He threw on a pair of pants and skidded into the kitchen, hair still wet and dripping. "You're lucky I'm nice, otherwise you'd never eat a warm breakfast," Obi-wan stated, turning from his place at the stove to give Anakin a smirk.

"Yeah, yeah. So what, you waited until a few minutes ago to start? I'm starving!"

"Keep complaining and maybe you will starve," his master shot back. "I'd ask you to help me, but that could potentially put our lives in danger, so instead why don't you go put a shirt on and then clean up the living room a bit."

"It's not messy," Anakin said. It really wasn't… at all. He just had the unfortunate luck of getting one of the Jedi Order's most anal neat freaks for a master.

"I hope you didn't just think what I think you thought," Obi wan said with a glare.

Anakin was trying too hard to decipher that sentence to realize that his shields had been down and he had indeed just called his master an anal neat freak. When he finally figured out what Obi-wan had said he gestured towards the living room. "Well it's not and to be honest, you are an anal neat freak, so just accept it and get over it."

Any other master, and Anakin would have been grounded and doing chores for weeks on end nonstop, but this was Anakin and Obi-wan and though Anakin called Obi-wan 'master', they were really more like brothers… quarrelling brothers at that.

Obi-wan cast a glance at the living room and looked it over. Then he looked back at Anakin and shrugged. "Fine, then go clean your room. If you can take more than two steps without crushing something under your feet, then you can wait until after breakfast to clean it. If not, you'll just have to starve a little longer."

Anakin groaned. His room was definitely not clean. "Come on, master. This is our day off and you're making me clean? We should be having fun, not doing chores. And how come you didn't shower? You have a bathroom in your room that you can use, you know. You need to tame that mane of yours anyways and I'm sure you don't smell like roses either and maybe you should clean your room, considering all the bed covers are on the floor now and –"

An egg splattered on his chest.

In the stunned moment of silence he looked down and watched the yoke slowly crawl down his chest, leaving a slimy path the entire way down. Then he slowly looked up only to meet the rueful grin of his master. "Are you done rambling?" his master asked.

"You…" Anakin began, his teeth grinding together. He heard Obi-wan vaguely tell him not too, but by then the bowl of pancake batter was already in midair courtesy of Anakin's force throw. It landed squarely on his master's head. Anakin smiled at his handiwork.

Obi-wan slowly pulled the bowl off of his head and wiped his face clean with the back of his hand. Globs of batter were dripping off of his red hair which was now pasted to his head. Anakin's smile disappeared at the cold look Obi-wan shot at him. "What? You threw an egg at me!"

Obi-wan glanced briefly at the pancake batter that was now splattered all over his clothes and the kitchen floor, and then he looked squarely at Anakin. "I distinctly told you not to do that," he said in that quiet, even tone that took over when he was mad. Anakin had never seen Obi-wan lose his temper, and he honestly didn't want to.

At one point he had, just to see if what everything anyone had ever told him about Obi-wan's earlier days was true, but after several attempts at unleashing Obi-wan's anger, Anakin had just accepted the fact that it wasn't going to happen. He had also realized that Obi-wan was already frighteningly intimidating when his anger was controlled.

Anakin attempted to look unfazed, but he probably failed. "You can make more," he squeaked out.

Obi-wan gave a short laugh, one that held no humor. "See that's the thing. We have eggs to spare, Anakin, but pancake batter is another issue. We're out. That was the last of it. We don't even have a box of cereal to eat, so guess what? Now that you've successfully emptied the pancake batter onto me and the floor, we get to clean up the kitchen, I get to take a shower, and then we both get to go eat breakfast in the cafeteria… again."

Anakin stared as Obi-wan snatched some paper towels and got to work on the floor. Cafeteria food, for breakfast… on their day off! Nooooo! Anakin angrily grabbed some paper towels and furiously dabbed at the batter. "You could have warned me before I threw it."

Obi-wan glared at him. "I did, but like always, you weren't listening."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Anakin asked, sending his master an equally penetrating glare.

"You need to learn to listen, Anakin. You'd get angry a lot less and you'd probably learn a lot more," Obi wan explained his voice still short and edgy.

"What can I possibly learn about pancake batter?" Anakin asked, trying to be stubborn.

"Well, had you not thrown the bowl at my head, you at least could have spared yourself the taste of raw batter in your mouth," Obi-wan said.

"Huh?" Anakin asked. While his mouth was still open, his master launched a batter filled paper towel into his face. The batter hit his tongue and he was immediately set upon by the pasty, floury flavor of uncooked pancakes. He spit most of it out and threw a paper towel in retaliation.

Obi-wan dodged it with a smile and got to his feet. Anakin rushed after his retreating master with a loaded paper towel in each fist. He threw one of them, sending an extra shove with the force behind it to give it more power. It slammed into the back of his master's head and stuck there due to the batter already in his hair. Obi-wan feigned a kill shot, stumbling over his feet and slamming into the floor.

"Ha!" Anakin shouted. "Victory is mine! I have taken down the great General Kenobi!" The paper towel he had just thrown smacked into his face and he tasted batter again.

"Never!" Obi-wan shouted as he dove behind the couch, taking cover from Anakin as he threw paper towels and pillows from furniture.

Soon the living room resembled a war zone, furniture overturned to make for better cover, 'ammunition' strewn all over the place, splatters of pancake batter marking the paths of the two combatants. Anakin had taken up a position behind a wall and was peeking around the corner into the living room, if it could be called that anymore.

Obi-wan was nowhere to be seen, though Anakin could sense that he was in the room. He grabbed a nearby pillow for a shield and slowly stepped into the room. "Master?" he called out.

He was answered with a barrage of soggy paper towels and pillows. He went down under the heavy fire, cowering under his pillow. The moment the barrage stopped, however, Anakin was up and launching himself at his master who was now standing in the middle of the room. "Anakin, no!" Obi-wan protested before his padawan slammed into his stomach, tackling him to the floor.

They went down in a heap, each trying to gain the upper hand. Obi-wan clearly had an advantage in experience, but his padawan had recently edged him in height and his reach was a little better. That was why Anakin was able to land an unexpected punch to Obi-wan's jaw. Though the hit did not have the full force of Anakin's strength behind it, it still snapped Obi-wan's head to the side.

Obi-wan suddenly found himself pinned to the floor, trying to shake the hit off. Anakin sat triumphantly on his chest, preventing his arms from moving. "I win!"

"That," Obi-wan stated in his best 'you have no idea who you're messing with' voice, "was a cheap shot."

Anakin's eyes widened at the tone, but he was unable to block Obi-wan's knee from slamming into the small of his back. Anakin grunted and loosened his grip for a moment, which allowed his master to roll out of his grasp. Anakin angrily got to his feet and got into his fighting stance, body relaxed, yet tense and ready for anything. His master was standing a few feet away in a similar position, though there was a smile on his face instead of a scowl. "You first."

Anakin snorted. "No thanks, I'll pass. You first, old man." Obi-wan smirked and was in the middle of launching himself forward when a knock on the door interrupted them.

Both froze where they were. "Crap," Anakin said. Then he made a face. "Which neighbor do you think called this time?"

Obi-wan made an equally annoyed face. "Who knows? Maybe both. I'll get the door."

"You? You've got dried batter in your hair and on your clothes! What if it's Master Yoda?" Anakin protested.

Obi-wan sighed. "Trust me, I'd be happy if it was him, but it's much worse than that."

Anakin's face visibly transitioned into a look of utter terror. "Oh no," he whispered. "It's him isn't it?" There was another knock, this one louder than the previous one.

"Skywalker! Kenobi! Open this door immediately!" Mace Windu shouted from the hallway.

Before Obi-wan reached the door, Anakin stuck out his hand. "It's been nice knowing you, master."

Obi-wan smiled sadly and shook his hand. "Likewise, Anakin. Ready to face the fire?"

Anakin nodded. "Let's just get it over with." He cringed when Obi-wan opened the door. Mace stood there with a look of disbelief, his dark eyes wandering over the disaster behind the dynamic duo. Then he fixed his hard gaze on them, raising an eyebrow at Obi-wan's messy appearance. "Master Kenobi, I fail to see how making breakfast should disturb the neighbors."

Anakin marveled at his master's calm exterior. He was the only one Anakin knew of that could actually stand to look Mace Windu in the eye. Obi-wan nodded. "Well, master, normally it shouldn't, but if you would allow me to explain…"

"Explain what, Kenobi?" Mace interrupted. "Yes, please explain to me how your living quarters have been turned into a battlefield and why you suddenly decided to style your hair with pancake batter. I would love to hear what excuse you come up with this time."

Anakin swallowed and looked at his master. Obi wan, as always, only blinked at the interruption. Then he continued to speak. "Like I was trying to say, Master Windu, normally breakfast should not disturb anyone; however, I would like to point out that I do have Anakin Skywalker as a padawan. While that should be sufficient enough, I would like to further say that Anakin's cooking skills are as inefficient as your ability to grow hair."

Anakin swallowed a laugh and looked at Mace to study his reaction. The only visible change on the Korun master's face was a slight narrowing of the eyes. "You've overused that excuse, Master Kenobi, and it would really help your cause if you cut back on the insults."

"It was only an analogy," Obi-wan argued. "And I think my reasoning is fair. Having Anakin as a padawan is pretty much a viable excuse for anything, wouldn't you say?"

"Not when you're acting equally immature," Mace countered. "How is Anakin responsible for your entire living room being trashed?"

"He's still learning how to control his abilities," Obi-wan said without hesitation. "His use of the force can be quite destructive."

Mace narrowed his eyes, knowing that Kenobi was lying to him. It was a decent explanation, though, and because of Anakin's reputation, he couldn't call Obi-wan's bluff. "Well clean it up, and get your padawan under control," he ordered with a harsh glare in Anakin's direction. "And if I have to come here one more time today, I don't care what excuses you have, you will both be punished."

"Yes, master," both Obi-wan and Anakin replied before shutting the door. Anakin looked at his master and Obi-wan just stared back at him. Then they both burst out laughing. "He's gonna tear your head off one of these days," Anakin said after he calmed his breathing down.

"I'd like to see him try," Obi-wan retorted. He put a hand to his head and made a face at the globs of batter that came off in his palm. "I'm going to go clean up. Why don't you start working on the living room?"

Anakin pouted. "I'm just as dirty as you are! Why can't I take a shower first?"

Obi-wan put on his 'serious master' face and glared at his padawan. "Because I'm taking a shower first, and besides, I asked you to clean up the living room earlier, but you didn't. So you can do it now." Obi-wan smirked at Anakin's furious expression before he headed to the bathroom.

Anakin scowled at his master before turning to look at the mess they had created. It was unbelievable how the two of them could do so much damage in so little time. I guess that's why we're so good at winning battles, Anakin thought to himself with a small smile. He sighed and bent to pick up the first wad of batter-filled paper towels. He grimaced at the squishy, yet powdery feel of it on his fingers and quickly tossed it into a nearby trash can.

Then he grinned. He easily stretched out with the force and soon all of the paper towels were zipping through the air towards the trash and the pillows were floating back towards the now upturned furniture.

When Obi-wan came out of the bathroom a mere twenty minutes later, Anakin was vacuuming the floor as if nothing unusual had taken place. His master stared at him for a minute and then shook his head. "Cheater."

"You never specified as to how I had to clean it up," Anakin argued.

Obi-wan sighed, willing to relent just so they wouldn't spend another ten minutes arguing. "You're right, I didn't. Now go take a shower… again. And this time try not to use every drop of hot water in the Temple. I'm pretty sure the Council is already considering sending us our own personalized water bill."

"Master, you're on the Council. I thought they couldn't do anything without the full consent of every member."

"True," Obi-wan agreed before grinning. "It wouldn't be me paying the bill."

Anakin glared at him. "Fine. I will take a short shower and be out in a few minutes."

Obi-wan took over the vacuuming without replying. Anakin's version of a short shower was still a good forty minutes long. When his padawan finally emerged from the bathroom, Obi-wan had finished vacuuming, had cleaned up the kitchen, and was in the process of washing the dishes. He glanced over his shoulder when Anakin entered the kitchen. "Ready to go eat breakfast?"

Anakin sighed. "Yeah." Then he thought for a moment before adding, "Thanks for cleaning up the kitchen."

Obi-wan looked shocked for a moment. Then his face broke into a wide grin. "You're welcome, Anakin."

Anakin made a face. "I can be grateful when I want to be."

Obi-wan dried the last bowl and tossed the towel on to the counter. Then he led the way out of their quarters. "I know you can, but you just don't for some reason."

They walked in silence for a moment, Obi-wan thinking and Anakin just observing the passing Jedi with a bored expression on his face. They reached the cafeteria and stopped outside of the entrance.

Padawans, younglings, knights, and masters alike were flooding in and out of the dining area. There was a sickeningly sweet aroma escaping into the halls. "Did they put too much sugar into their goop this time?" Anakin asked to no one in particular.

Obi-wan was trying not to breathe through his nose, so he didn't reply at first. That was until Anakin gave him a look and cracked up laughing. "You know, master, you're face is almost as green as it is when I'm flying."

Obi-wan finally gave up and gestured towards the doors. "You first."

"In respect to your authority, I think I'll let you go first," Anakin replied with a mock salute.

Obi-wan raised a brow. "Because of my authority, you get to go first."

"You wouldn't torture your poor padawan like that would you?" Anakin asked, giving his master his best puppy dog eyes.

Obi-wan didn't buy it. "In case you haven't noticed, I still need to eat breakfast too, so you're not the only one who's being tortured here. Now come on, we're blocking the way."

Anakin stepped to the side and smiled innocently. "Then we'll move. You first."

Obi-wan glared at his padawan with icy blue-grey eyes. "Stubborn brat," he growled before walking into the cafeteria. Anakin happily followed, though the happiness disappeared when the overpowering sweetness surrounded him. "What's on the menu today?" he asked his master between breaths.

Obi-wan was trying hard to ignore the sweetness that was hanging in the air as he glanced at the menu. "It says French toast on the menu, but I'm not sure that that's what they're serving."

Anakin observed the cooks as they handed out something that somewhat resembled a piece of bread. What followed was a rich, extremely thick sauce that Anakin assumed was supposed to be syrup. "I think they put too much sugar in the syrup," Anakin explained.

Obi-wan followed his gaze and grimaced. "I'm not sure I can stomach that," he confessed. He gave Anakin a dirty look. "Then again, I guess I have to seems how someone ruined our breakfast."

"If you hadn't tossed that egg at me…" Anakin said, grabbing a tray when they got in line.

Obi-wan hesitated for a moment before reluctantly taking hold of a plastic tray. "Again, I did warn you not to throw that batter on my head."

"If you hadn't thrown the egg…" Anakin repeated, this time looking at his master.

"If you would learn to listen…" Obi-wan retorted.

"If you hadn't thrown the egg…"

"Is that your only argument?" Obi-wan asked.

Anakin thought for a moment. Then he shrugged. "You started it."

Obi-wan nodded. "Perhaps, but that doesn't mean that you had to continue it."

"You're supposed to be the example; I'm just here to learn," Anakin said.

Obi-wan shot him a look. "So maybe you should try learning something."

"I do, but –" They both stopped arguing and stared at the slabs of 'French toast' that were placed on their trays. They looked slightly crunchy and not real edible. Anakin swallowed back a gag and then looked politely at the cook. "May I please have a little extra?"

The cook looked ecstatic that someone was asking for more and gladly plopped two more slabs on his tray. Obi-wan set his mouth in a firm line and requested the same, though he wasn't able to put on a polite act. The cook didn't seem to care. As they moved on to the syrup, Obi-wan leaned towards his padawan and whispered, "I swear you're going to be the death of me."

Anakin just smiled. It had evolved into a sort of tradition: they always competed to see who could stomach the most cafeteria food and live to tell about it.

Obi-wan grimaced at the large glob of syrup that was slowly oozing across his four slabs of whatever it was supposed to be. The sugary stench was overpowering. They each got three slices of limp bacon and then headed for the juice.

Anakin grabbed a carton of chocolate milk, but Obi-wan opted for an extra large glass of orange juice. Anakin looked at the glass and then back at his carton of milk. He set the milk back down and grabbed a glass. "Good idea."

"I'm tempted to just forfeit this one right now," Obi-wan complained as they headed for a table.

"Feel free," Anakin grumbled. He knew his master wouldn't do it though; they were both way too competitive for that. They found a small table in a corner and sat down. Then they stared at the food in front of them. Anakin poked at it suspiciously and shook one of the slices of bacon in his hand. "Look, it bends," he commented.

"Far too easily for my taste," Obi-wan observed. "Do you think they even cooked it, or did they just warm it up a bit?"

"Come on, master, it can't be that bad can it?" Anakin said, mostly to convince himself. He set the bacon flat on his plate and rolled it up. Then he held it up triumphantly. "Ha! It will only take one bite! You can't copy me, new rule!"

Obi-wan leaned back in his seat to watch what he knew was coming. Anakin slowly placed the rolled up bacon in his mouth and proceeded to chew very quickly. The chewing soon turned into a grimace, which soon became a loud gagging noise that attracted the attention of a few Jedi sitting near them. "Don't worry, he's okay," Obi-wan reassured them through his soft chuckles. Anakin took a large swig of orange juice. Obi-wan smiled. "I'm impressed. You actually swallowed it."

"That's right," Anakin stated, still gagging slightly. He looked at his remaining two slices with a fair amount of disgust. "Ugh."

Obi-wan started with his French toast. The first bite tasted a bit like the freeze-dried meals they ate in between battles, only it was drenched in a molasses-like coating of pure sugar. He chewed twice and then swallowed, not able to bear the sweetness any longer than a couple seconds. He saw Anakin watching him and smiled. "It's a tad bit chewy and a little on the sweet side."

"Any suggestions?" Anakin asked hopefully while staring intently at the gooey mass in front of him.

"Yeah," Obi-wan answered after forcing down his second bite. "Forfeit and save yourself the suffering."

"Never," Anakin vowed, putting another rolled up piece of bacon in his mouth. The gagging was less severe this time, but it was still there. It took them a good half hour to get through the good part of their meals. After another fifteen minutes, Obi-wan was left with one slice of bacon and Anakin had two bites of French toast remaining on his plate. The cafeteria had cleared out for the most part.

Obi-wan attempted to suppress the pain in his stomach with the Force, but he was unable to concentrate enough. The good news was that the bacon had somewhat hardened when it cooled off, but it was still very limp. He snuck a quick glance in Anakin's direction.

The padawan was staring at the rock hard bit of French toast on his plate with a mixture of anger and nausea. Anakin raised his eyes and caught his master looking. "Should we call it a draw?" he managed to ask.

Obi-wan gave his padawan a small smile and then stuffed the bacon in his mouth. He chewed it a few times and swallowed, downing the last of his orange juice. "You know I don't like draws, Anakin."

Anakin glowered down at his plate. He forced his fork into one of the pieces and brought it up to his mouth. The piece of French toast remained there until Anakin sighed and lowered it back down. "I concede. You win, master."

Obi-wan nodded, but was unable to celebrate his victory due to what felt like a mass of cement sitting in his stomach. "What do you say we head back and take it easy for a while?"

"Sounds good," Anakin agreed. They made their way back to their quarters as quickly as they could and then collapsed on the couch to try and settle their aching stomachs.

Well? Should I keep going? I've got some other chapters started, but we'll see what the reviews say... (wink, wink)

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