Title: That’s Not Rain
Author: Obi-Fan
Rating: G
Genre: Humor
Summary: Response to Fanfiction Challenge #3: The Snippet [at Force Haven's Forum], using “That’s not rain” Enjoy!

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“No.”

“Please, Master?”

“No, Anakin.”

The senior padawan jogged after his master’s retreating form. “But why not?”

Obi-Wan Kenobi kept walking down the Temple’s hallway. “‘Why not?’ Think about what you’re asking, Anakin.”

“I already thought about it. It’ll be harmless fun!”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan cautioned.

“What?”

“Don’t play innocent, Padawan.”

“What!”

Obi-Wan stopped walking and turned to face his padawan with his arms crossed. “You know ‘what’, Anakin.”

“But, Master—”

“I said, no.”

“Just this one time and then I won’t ask it of you anymore!”

“Just this one time?”

Anakin nodded vigorously. “Yes, I promise!”

Obi-Wan sighed heavily. “Alright.”

“Thank you, Master!” Anakin beamed all the way as the Team made their way to the top level of the Jedi Temple. The same top level that was forbidden to padawans and that required a Jedi Master’s clearance only.

*~*~*~*

“Ready, Master?” Anakin grinned deviously, licking his lips and leaning over.

Obi-Wan leaned over as well. I have a bad feeling about this… “Yes. I’m ready,” he announced licking his lips.



If possible, Anakin grinned even more. “Then, let’s do it.” Together, they leaned further over the balcony, gripped the railing firmly, and squared their shoulders. Now in position, the Jedi pair hawked up thick, stringy mucus from their throats and spat over the balcony. Anakin watched with excitement as the two drops of phlegm fell towards the unsuspecting Jedi down below.

*~*~*~*

Mace Windu stopped dead in his tracks. He felt something land on his head and then another on his shoulder… something wet and slimy.

“Is something wrong, Master Windu?” Jedi Master Adi Gallia questioned.

“I thought I felt rain.”

Adi looked at him strangely until that something on his shoulder caught her eye. “…That’s not rain.”

Mace returned her strange gaze and very slowly touched the oozing substance on the top of his head. To his growing disgust, Mace quickly discovered that it definitely was not rain.

*~*~*~*

“Where did they land? Did you see, Master?”

Obi-Wan wiped his chin using the back of his hand. “No, I couldn’t tell.”

“Aww… Let’s do it again.” Anakin reared back his neck and made a very juicy hawking noise.

“Anakin!”

But it was too late…

*~*~*~*

“I cannot believe this! Who would do such a Sithly thing!”

Adi Gallia tried to hide her chuckles. “I am not sure, but I am guessing—”

*Splat*

Mace’s eyes widened.

*~*~*~*

“I think it hit someone this time!”

Obi-Wan rubbed his temples. “Anakin, enough. We’re leaving… now.”

Anakin squared his shoulders. “Just one more…” And as the mischievous padawan began to hawk another one, Obi-Wan’s hand swiftly covered his mouth.

“Mph!”

“I said enough, Anakin.”

“Mmmph!”

“No.”

“Mm…”

“Swallow it, Padawan.”

“Mmph?!”

Under Obi-Wan’s You-Better-Do-What-I-Say glare, Anakin very reluctantly obeyed and swallowed with a loud gulp.

Obi-Wan took his hand away. “Now, let’s go before we both get—”

Jedi Master Mace Windu (covered in strange, slimy globs) blocked their path with a not so happy look on his face.

“…caught.”

//Nice shot, Master// Anakin sneered behind Obi-Wan.

//Not now, Anakin//


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