Robes chapter 5:

AN: This chapter is something I wrote a long time ago and decided not to publish it because I felt it wasn't that good. Now I was going through my computer files and found it, and decided that if I fixed a few things it could be something I might publish. I made a lot of changes, so hopefully this will be will definitely be the last chapter I'm posting in this story, unless some sort of miracle happens and I get more good ideas.

What Was The Real Reason Behind Anakin's Dark And Unconventional Robes And How It Affected Obi-Wan Kenobi, His Master

During his time, Anakin was the only Jedi that wore dark and even black robes. The Masters and the Council thought it was unfitting. His master thought it was annoying. The younglings thought it was awesome.

Anakin himself thought that it did a really good job keeping Obi-Wan out of his robe stash. Besides, nobody ever took dark robes from the Robe Room, so that Anakin always had enough robes. The Council couldn't complain anymore about the fact that Anakin took too many robes- no one else needed them (not that it ever stopped the Council from complaining. Nothing could. Now they claimed that Anakin's robes were costing the Temple a lot of money- er, energy from the Force, of course).

For quite some time now, Anakin had been thinking about how to get his Master back for making him wear that pink robe in front of a class of Younglings. True, it didn't turn out to be as bad as he thought it would, but it's the intentions that matter. Anakin knew that it wasn't the Jedi way to want revenge, but this was just a game, right? Anyway, it wasn't like he was actually going to make Obi-Wan suffer. At least, not any more than he had suffered from the pink robe episode.

A plan began to form in his mind. Maybe something to do with black robes and Jedi fans. Yes, definitely Jedi fans. That would be very symbolic.

At the moment, Anakin and Obi-Wan were in a ship, flying towards their next mission. Anakin thought that this was the perfect time to act on his plan. He spent the next few minutes working out the details of his plan, then leaned back and smiled contently. This was going to be perfect.

After they had landed, Obi-Wan took a new robe from his stash and proceeded to brief his Padawan about the mission.

"Then, when you're finished with the west section, visit the south one just to make sure they've gotten the message. In four hours I'll meet you here at the ship. Is everything clear?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Let's go."

The leader of Ideb, the planet where Obi-Wan and Anakin were sent for their next mission, had asked the Jedi to help him take care of the rapidly growing criminal empire in the capital Jikal. The Council had decided to send Skywalker and Kenobi.

Anakin smiled to himself. Four hours were more than enough to complete his mission and start working on his plan.

In three hours, Anakin had already found the leaders of the criminals and used a mixture of threats, intimidation and mind tricks to persuade them that a criminal career was NOT what they wanted. That left plenty of time to find the Jedi fans…

"You see that ship?"

The Jedi fans nodded.

"Master Kenobi's robe stash is in there. Enter the ship, then go right to find Kenobi's quarters. Once you're inside, open the combination lock with the combination 1,2,3,4,5. The robes are inside.

The Jedi fans were very curious as to how this mysterious person in an oh-so-inconspicious outfit complete with sunglasses and black trench coat knew all this, but if they stayed here to question him they might lose their chance to take the famous Obi-Wan Kenobi's robe, so they decided not to take their chances. One by one, they disappeared in the ship. Only one remained- a young girl about fourteen years old. She looked at Anakin with a combination of shock and awe, then said in a hushed whisper:

"You're Anakin Skywalker, aren't you?"

"Maybe", he said. "But why won't you go after the rest and take Kenobi's robe?"

"I've never been a big fan of Kenobi, myself. But you… that's different. I've idolized you since I was a little girl."

Anakin wasn't quite sure how to reply. "Well, I'm flattered."

"I wanted to ask you: why are you telling us where Kenobi's robe stash is?"

"No particular reason".

"Come on."

"Well, I had this great idea for a practical joke, and it requires his robe stash being gone. I can't take it myself so I decided to stage you guys."

"Hey!"

"Well, you are taking his robes, aren't you? You get your robes, I get my prank. The way I see it, everyone's a winner."

"Everyone except for Kenobi, that is."

"It's fine. He'll laugh about it... eventually."

"Whatever you say."

An hour had passed, and Anakin was waiting for his master near the ship. The Jedi fans were gone, along with the robes. Obi-Wan showed up just on time, his robes burned and in tatters.

"Master, what took you so long?"

"You seem to be forgetting, my young Padawan, that I had to report on my progress to the leader of Ideb. He held me there until the last possible moment. I have to say, he was very pleased with our accomplishments."

"And what happened to your robe?"

"None of your business. The important thing is, we're done here. Let's go."

With that, Obi-Wan entered the ship. Anakin felt a smile creep onto his face. This was going to be fun!

His expectations proved to be true when he heard Obi-Wan's shout: "Oh, no! Not again!"

He rushed into the ship, feigning innocence. "What happened, Master?"

"It's the Jedi fans! They took my robes! And look, they left a note, just like last time!""

Anakin looked at the note Obi-Wan was sticking in his face. It read:

Master Kenobi! We are your most sincere fans in the whole galaxy. We are thrilled to see your ship and your robes. Thank you very much!

Yours truly,

-The Jedi fans

P.S. Next time, please tell your apprentice Skywalker to leave his robes in the same place you do.

"My most sincere fans. Aren't fans supposed to try and make those they worship happy?"

"Not these ones", said Anakin, suppressing a chuckle. "You know how they are."

"I most definitely do. How did they manage to crack the lock, anyway? The code was great."

"Depends on your definition of 'great'."

"Anakin!"

"Sorry, Master."

"Anakin, as much as I hate to say it, I think I'll have to borrow one of your robes."

"Master! You know how easy it is for me to run out of robes!"

"Yes, but you see what's happening! They took my robes! Please, Anakin."

"Alright Master, but I can only spare two, so be careful with them."

"Oh, I will. Thank you. If only they weren't black…"

"Master!"

"Alright, alright."

'The plan is going smoothly', thought Anakin. 'I just hope it will stay that way…'

That night Anakin crept into Obi-Wan's room, a razor in his hand. He smiled. This was going to be fun.

The next morning…

"Anakin!"

"What, Master?"

"Why?"

"Why what?"

Kenobi entered Anakin's room, a frown on his face. His entire face looked different. 'Yes', Anakin thought. 'I definitely like the way he looks without the beard.'

"Why did you shave my beard?"

"Why do you think it was me?"

"We are the only people on this ship."

"Oh, right."

"So, why?"

"I was bored."

"In the middle of the night?"

"I had insomnia. Besides, I like your new look."

Obi-Wan sighed, exasperated. "This will not go unpunished, Anakin. I will deal with you later. We will arrive at Coruscant in a few minutes. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Master. I think I'll stay with the ship- make a few improvements."

"Whatever."

After they landed, Obi-Wan saw that he still had about an hour until his report to the council was due, thanks to Anakin's piloting skills. He decided to use that time to go to Dex's for some coffee.

Obi-Wan walked slowly, enjoying the oh-so-rare moments that he got to be alone that weren't meditation (yes, even the perfect Jedi didn't like meditation. Don't tell Anakin).

Suddenly, two young women rushed up to him. "Anakin Skywalker?"

"Oh, it is you! Oh my gosh, I'm so excited to finally meet you!"

Before Obi-Wan could say anything, the other woman piped in:

"I can't believe I actually met Anakin Skywalker! Will you marry me?"

"Excuse me?" asked Obi-Wan, not quite sure what was going on.

"We are huge fans of yours, you see." explained the first woman.

"Yes. I have been in love with you, like, forever. I know that Jedi aren't supposed to marry, but you don't always stick to the rules, right?"

"Also, just so you know, we think that you are way more awesome than your master."

Obi-Wan didn't know whether to laugh or be offended.

"I am not Anakin Skywalker. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, and I am Anakin's master."

The women looked disappointed. "Oh well. Can you give him our phone numbers?"

"No. "

"Please please please?"

"He won't call you back anyway. He's far too busy."

"Come on…"

After Obi-Wan had gotten rid of the pesky women, he continued his stroll, thinking that for once he might have gotten some peace and quiet. He did not know what was waiting for him…

In the hour that he spent outside he was stopped by fifteen adoring women, ten young men who wanted autographs and six would-be brides, all of whom thought that Obi-Wan was Anakin. The dark robe combined with the lack of beard seemed to do the trick. Even worse, these people weren't standard Jedi fans. They admired Anakin Skywalker, not the Jedi. Obi-Wan had no idea why all these women were so attracted to his young padawan, but he thought he didn't really want to know. Needless to say, Obi-Wan did not manage to reach Dex's - not if he wanted to be on time for the reports to the Council. Those fans took up way too much time, some of them refusing to leave even after Obi-Wan explicitly said that he was Obi-Wan Kenobi, not Anakin Skywalker. Apparently, claiming to be Obi-Wan was Anakin's favorite tactic for getting rid of fans. Go figure.

Kenobi thought he began to understand why Anakin had shaved his beard. Only one thing didn't fit in- the whole thing wouldn't have worked if he hadn't taken Anakin's robe, and the only reason he did that was because of the fans.

An idea began to form in his head. Could it be?

He raced back to the ship, ignoring the startled fans that wanted to get Skywalker's autograph. He made it in record time- he didn't even know he could run that fast. Maybe the Sith are onto something, he mused. Anger certainly adds strength.

"Padawan!" he shouted. Anakin was already waiting for him, having sensed his approach through the Force a mile away.

"What is it, Master?"

"Did you tell those Jedi Fans how to break into my robe stash?"

Anakin knew it was pointless to feign innocence any longer.

"So?"

"Anakin! Why on earth would you do that?"

Suddenly, it hit him.

"You couldn't still be mad at me for the pink robe thing?"

"I wanted revenge!"

"Come on! That was, like, a month ago!"

"And yet you still hadn't apologized."

"Anakin, I would have if you had told me that that was what you wanted, but after what you did just now that is out of the question."

"I know, but anyway, this is way better than an apology. Like, way."

"That's it. You are spending the next month in the meditation chamber."

"Now you are doing this for revenge on me? Isn't revenge not the Jedi way?"

"I won't even bother to point out the hypocrisy in what you just said."

"..."