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Title: Going In
Author: pari106
Disclaimer: George Lucas. What more do I need to say? Consider the relative material officially disclaimed.
Rating: PG
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Summary: Oh, the things you might hear, lurking around the halls of the Jedi Temple...
Author's Note: This was written in response to an Obi-Ani first line challenge.

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"Nope. I don't go in that way."

"Needless to say, Master. But it wouldn't hurt to try it. Just the once."

A pause. "No."

"Oh, come on! Don't be such a prude."

"Excuse me?"

"Don't be such a prude. Master."

"Very funny, Anakin."

"I thought so. Come on, Master. You won't regret it. You'll get the rare opportunity to shock everyone. Even Master Yoda."

"I'm certainly not doing it if Master Yoda is present, and neither should you. The Council is likely to banish you from the Order for causing such a spectacle. And me, as well, as your master."

"Now you're exaggerating."

"I never exaggerate, my young padawan."

"If you say so, Master. But I have to do this! The least you could do is do it with me."

"The least I can do? And what do I have to do with any of this? I told you not to make wagers with the other padawans. No good can come of it."

"I've never lost before."

"Probably because you've never made such a ridiculous bet before. If it weren't for the lesson you'll have learned from this little fiasco, Anakin, I would forbid you from going through with it at all."

A pout. "Yes, Master."

"A Jedi's first duty is to the Force."

"Yes, Master."

"And...Anakin?"

"Yes?"

"I'm not going in to speak to the Council in drag, no matter how you pout."

Anakin sighed. He scowled from beneath the wig he'd been given to wear. Gold ringlets framed his face and tickled his scalp; every few moments he'd reach up to scratch his head or down to adjust his skirts. Obi-wan couldn't decide whether the sight of him was endearing or disturbing.

"However, if it's any consolation, padawan, I must say... Pink does seem to be your color."

"Very funny, Master."

"I thought so."

End

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