It was that next morning and as usual, you were groggy even after your routine meditation.

You found yourself sitting at a long, white table in the banqueting hall, rubbing your temples and trying to wake yourself up.

It was a shame the Jedi Temple didn't serve any caffeinated drinks. You figured that it was for the best, as you yourself didn't want to get addicted to any caffeine, because you knew you would, and probably several others as well. Jedi stay up long nights, and probably don't sleep for long periods because of this war. You can see it taking a toll on several Jedi as they walk into the banquet hall. Their eyes are droopy, shoulders hanging. You wondered how Anakin and Obi-Wan did it, as they were always on the move. You wondered if they even got rest sometimes.

"Good-morning."

You look up from the table and see Obi-Wan smiling, fresh as ever.

You smile weakly and blink at Obi-Wan, just as he stood directly below the fluorescent lighting. "Good-morning Obi-Wan, " you greet him as he sits down in the seat in front of you, finally releasing you from looking at the blinding lights.

"While I was out, I got you this." You raise an eyebrow as Obi-Wan pulls out a cup and slides it over to you. A smile tugs at your lips as you see steam rise out of its lid.

"Obi-Wan, you didn't have to, " you smile at him, feeling kind of bad that you didn't have anything in return for him.

"Oh don't worry about it. I was just out and about and happened to stop by Dex's Diner on the way back. I got one for Anakin as well. He hasn't been getting much sleep lately since he's been volunteering to do just about anything. I worry about him sometimes. He's starting to sound like a workaholic." Obi-Wan mumbled that last phrase into his hand as he ran his hands through his beard.

You shrugged, taking a hot sip of the caffeinated beverage, letting the warm liquid run down your throat, and through your body to awaken your senses. "Yeah. I wouldn't be too worried. He pushes through it, y' know?"

Obi-Wan nods again, his eyes drifted from you to the white table. "Yes, I'm afraid that's what worries me. He pushes through it but doesn't ever stop. He doesn't ever take any chances to let himself rest. He has good intentions, but one day it's going to kill him."

You shrug once again. You didn't really mind the thought of Anakin disappearing off the face of the galaxy honestly. Sure, it might slow the war down, but at least you wouldn't have to see his face ever again. Gods, that man made you tick. You take another sip. "Well, maybe you can leave him alone and see if he finally slips up, and let that be a lesson to him?" You suggested, kind of having ill intentions of that, but Obi-Wan knew you.

"Oh please, " Obi-Wan chuckles. "I know the real reason why you wanna see him slip up. Not because of this, but just because you dislike him. I know you too well to give me good advice about Anakin."

"I'm sorry Obi-Wan, " you raise the cup to your mouth, letting your voice become muffled. "I just cannot stand him, nor the sight of him."

He nods. "I know, I know. You two cant ever get along. " Obi-Wan eyes your cup. "Mind if I have a sip?"

You nod and push it over to him. "Yeah. Whenever we're in the same room, I always have this feeling that he's going to snap, and do something just... I don't know. He just makes my guts want to twist."

Obi-Wan nods and takes a sip of your drink and raises his eyebrows. "Wow, that's pretty strong stuff. "

"Is it?" You take another sip of the hot beverage and shrug. " I haven't noticed."

"He does? And how does he make your guts twist?" Obi-Wan was stifling in a laugh. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

You wanted to laugh too, but the thought of Anakin actually twisting your guts around was unsettling, to say the least. You rolled your eyes at Obi-Wan and sighed. "Obi-Wan... I'm not going to laugh because that was inappropriate. I didn't even know you made such inappropriate jokes. Also, I'm not going to laugh because I'm still going to continue disliking him. "

"Aw, come on. That was a funny joke. Can I at least get a sarcastic laugh?"

You frowned. "Ha. Ha. There, you happy now?"

He nodded. "Oh yes, I am now. But seriously, you should give Anakin a chance. He's a great guy. He's quick-witted, fast on his feet, loyal; selfless--oh, by the way, don't tell him that I complimented him--I mean, not that you will, but if you do talk to him, don't. Because his that may boost his ego even further. "

"Okay, I won't tell him that, because I'm not going to give Anakin a chance because I hate him. " with that, you gulped down the rest of your beverage as it had gotten cold from your conversation with Obi-Wan, leaving you breathing for air as you finished. "Thank you for the drink Obi-Wan."

With that, you got up and turned around to throw the paper cup into a trash bin, and made your way out of the mess hall. You could practically hear Obi-Wan's disappointed sigh as you left, your dislikeness for Anakin still crawling upon your skin.

You made your way to the meditation chapel to see if you could get any meditation before your midday crisis where you actually start your day and ask the Council for a mission. You didn't want to be apart of the real world yet.

You waved your hand over the metallic door and let the Force open it for you. Before you laid a wide-open room with small individual red mats placed all over the room, and up above you was the tall, dome-shaped ceiling decorated with gold leaf embroidery.

You looked around the room to see if anyone had occupied the space before you would, and just to your misfortune, you see Anakin sitting in a cross-legged position with his eyes closed. It was probably the most peaceful you've ever seen him.

You shook your head and walked to the opposite side of the room where Anakin was sitting and sat down on a mat, closed your eyes and crossed your legs and started to think.

You knew a Jedi shouldn't harness hatred for someone, especially like this. It was okay to have bad feelings or instincts about someone, but to hate someone--that was the way of the Dark Side. You were constantly worried about yourself. You didn't want to become apart of the Dark Side, but there's a part of yourself that couldn't move past hating Anakin, and that worried you.

You couldn't really think of why you hated him. There was no real reason to hate him, except for that feeling of whenever you enter the same room with him--that gut dropping feeling. You blamed the Force. It had to be the reason why you hated Anakin. The Force had to be telling you something, right? Maybe there was something in his future that you should be wary about, or a trait about him that you should consider staying away from. That had to be a reason to hate him, right?

"You have a 'gut dropping feeling' whenever you're in the same room with me?"

You gasped as his voice startled you, waking you out of your meditative state. In a scramble, you stood up and to face the tall figure looming over you who invaded your private meditation time.

"I can't believe you read my mind during my private meditation, " you sneered, looking up at the tall Jedi before you.

"So you're admitting that you have a 'gut dropping feeling' whenever I enter the same room as you?" He asks, completely ignoring your remark.

You look down and avoid eye contact, now embarrassed by your thoughts. Why hadn't you thought of putting your mental shields up during meditation?

"Hey." Anakin snapped, which made you return your attention back to him. He stood there, eyebrows raised, waiting for an answer.

"Yes. Every time I walk into a room and I see you, I feel as if I shouldn't even be in the same room as you. My heart drops, it feels like I'm being pushed to move out of the room--all the time, and it just produces this hating feeling towards you every time. I can't explain it." That felt great to get off your chest, but that feeling felt more apparent now that he was only two feet away from you.

His expression softens as he takes a step towards you. Okay, well now it was one foot. "I feel the same way towards you. I can't explain it either." He says, with a disgusted face. His jaw tightened as his cold blue eyes looked you up and down like a predator deciding upon his prey.

The energy in the room--more specifically between the two of you--grew violent. There was a pull towards your lightsaber that made you grab it, your teeth clenched. Anakin's eyes snapped to your hand gripping your saber, which gave him the cue.

"I guess I'll see myself out then, " he says, giving you one last look before he turned and made his way out of the door.

You let out a heavy sigh of relief as the tension was finally released from your body. You let go of your lightsaber and looked at your hand. Your hand had gripped the saber so tight that you had the impression of your saber all over your hand. You didn't realize how stressed you felt around Anakin until he was a foot in front of you.

But that was strange how Anakin felt the same way. You had always thought that the reason he hated you was that you hated him. You didn't think he actually felt that too. What was it? You've heard of people having a Force bond, but could there be something against that? What about two Force signatures that are always clashing? Was that a thing? You weren't sure, you probably had to go see master Yoda about it or someone. Maybe Obi-Wan could help you out.

You exit the meditation chapel, leaving the peace and quiet behind. You decide to walk to master Yoda's quarters to get some guidance on the issue. He had to have some answers.

You walk down the hall to the elevator and see Anakin once again, waiting outside of the elevator. Was he going to see Yoda too?

"No, I'm going to see master Windu for a mission," he responds with a smirk, apparently reading your thoughts still.

You rolled your eyes. "Please stop reading my thoughts. It feels like an invasion of privacy. "

He shrugs. "When you stop making me feel angry all the time, I'll stop."

You glare at him, not believing his behavior. "You're acting like a child. No wonder Obi-Wan is taking a break from you."

He glared at you and once again got right in front of your face. His scar made him more intimidating than you needed him to be. The tension between the two of you only grew. "Don't bring Obi-Wan up. I already dislike it when you hang around him. "

Anakin was jealous?

"I suggest you turn away Skywalker, before I give you something to be jealous about, " you snap, your faces inches apart.

"Oh?" He smirks, his eyes wandered your face. He knew what he was doing, and it was working. You could feel your heart rate growing as his eyes wandered your face. He was making you angrier by the second, but you didn't know why he would make you angrier. He was in the same position you were in. "What are you going to do?" His hot breath was in your ear now. He was dangerously close.

You looked down the hallway to see if anyone was watching this heated discussion between the two of you, and thank goodness there wasn't. No one hardly ever came down here anyway. You looked back at the elevator wondering what in the world was taking so long.

"Fuck off, Anakin, " you sneer.

He looked like he was going to say something back, but thank the gods the elevator chimed just in time. The doors opened to reveal master Windu.

Anakin's stature immediately changed, his face brightened and he quickly turned his angry expression to a happy one.

That two-faced bitch, you thought, hoping Anakin heard that one. He must have as he glanced at you for a split second.

"Ah! Master Windu, just the person I wanted to see, " Anakin chuckles, running up to Windu as he kept walking.

You rolled your eyes as you stepped into the elevator, your tense emotions finally being released.

---

"Come, sit, sit!" Invited Yoda as he sat on a plush cushion, his legs crossed.

Like everyone else's room, Yoda's was minimalistic, beige covered the walls from top to bottom. The blinds on the windows had been slightly closed, leaving the room dim.

You followed Yoda's instructions and sat on the cushion in front of him separated a few feet apart.

"What seems to be troubling you?" He asks, folding his hands together.

You swallow, wary that Yoda may accuse you of using Dark Side techniques. "Well, I have this thing, where whenever I'm around this certain someone... I always get angry. I have no reason to hate this person, but I do. I feel angry all the time around them, but whenever they go away, the anger is suddenly... Gone. I don't know what it is. I've blamed the Force for it, and I think it is to blame. I have no other explanation."

Yoda ran his fingers along his chin in thought. "I see. This person, you speak of, do they feel the same way towards you?"

You nod. "Yes, master. They told me today that whenever they're around me, they feel angry as well. They've also blamed the Force. We can't explain it."

The old master's eyes widen. "This person, a Force user, they are?"

You nod.

"Hmm. Meditate on this I will. For the while, work it out between the two of you, you must. Anger and hate... Bad they are. Lead to the Dark Side, they do."

"What do you suggest, master?"

"Talk amongst yourselves, you must. Reach in with one another, find the light together, before the Dark Side takes control of your hate."

You weren't pleased with what master Yoda had told you. You already hated the feeling of your insides being torn apart. It was painful enough to be beside Anakin. Nevertheless, you had to do what you had to do.

You get up and bow your head. "Thank you, Master Yoda. I will seek you once again if I'm in need of any further advice."