Cutting Edge by Master Yo-Gurt
ARCHIVE: Master & Apprentice, SithChicks, Fanfiction.net, my page at The Hidden
Realm (http://darkpine.net/HiddenRealm/mm/my.html)
CATEGORY: Humor/Parody
RATING: PG
WARNINGS: Contains a lot of cutting, slicing and slashing (Heh!)
SUMMARY: A Padawan exacts a diabolical punishment upon his Master
DISCLAIMER: The Jedi are mine ... Not so, I lie! All proceeds from this story
will be dutifully transferred to their rightful owner, George Lucas.
NOTES: at end of story. Thanks to Angi and my (no, not mine!) dear Padawan Nia
for a quick, dirty but entirely painless beta! SMOOOOOCH!
FEEDBACK: I need! Please at quigon_jinn21@hotmail.com or onlist
CUT - CUT - CUT
Quick, precise cuts sliced through tissue, a slightly sticky liquid
seeping from the produced slash. The sharp edge of the knife so
expertly wielded left clean, smooth cuts where it moved, its user
once more bringing down its tip with purpose and conviction.
CUT - CUT - CUT
Living cells cleaved, were reduced to unwieldy pieces, debris. The
edge of the knife cutting this path of destruction never dulled, its
owner cherished it, it had served him on so many different occasions
already. Qui-Gon had used it on his apprentice many times, even on
himself - but today his task was almost beyond what he was physically
able to endure.
CUT - CUT - CUT
Exact slices, over and over, without end it seemed. Qui-Gon couldn't
stand it any longer - the first tears started to fill his eyes until
they overflowed with them, spilling the salty liquid down the Jedi
Master's face. Every new cut resulted in new tears forming and being
shed unceremoniously.
//Control. You must learn control!// How often had he heard this from
his old Master, how desperate he fought for control now!
//Oh Force! Why won't it stop?// Pleading with this almighty force of
nature while bringing his knife down for another pass through the
easily yielding tissue in front of him, Qui-Gon squeezed his eyes
shut and grit his teeth.
CUT - CUT - CUT
There was a reason why he was doing what he did right now. It was the
punishment exacted upon him for being disobedient to his "Master",
the punishment his own Padawan had insisted upon. No amount of
pleading by Qui-Gon had moved his stern apprentice. His failure to
obey the young man during their latest round of playing "naughty
Jedi" was costing him dearly!
The knife in his hand was well balanced, an excellent tool, good for
many things - but for this?
CUT - CUT - CUT
Slice after slice was executed by a sure hand, more tears welling up
in the Master's eyes, and soon he felt his limit to this torture
approaching fast. He couldn't go on any longer, didn't want to
continue with this cruel exercise in submission.
"Please, Padawan, can't I stop now? I can't stand it any longer, I
cannot ..."
His young student sat leisurely opposite the older man, clearly
enjoying Qui-Gon's discomfort.
"Control, Qui-Gon. You, of all people, should know about control!
Now, continue or I will ..."
The Padawan didn't need to spell out his threat; Qui-Gon had already
retrieved the knife he had dropped onto the nearby table and was
leading it on it's path of destruction once more.
CUT - CUT - CUT
By now Qui-Gon's eyes were red from crying, and he lifted the sleeve
of his tunic over his face to dry his moist cheeks. His discomfort
had become unbearable, and he thanked whatever Gods there were that
he finally was done with his unpleasant task.
"So, Qui-Gon, how did you enjoy this little exercise? Hm? What have
you learned, my love?" His Padawan's voice sounded impish and had a
slight ring of sarcasm in it he really didn't care much for. He
sighed and looked at the man in the chair.
"I understand now what you mean by this being tantamount to cruel and
unusual punishment whenever I asked you to do this. I promise you, my
Padawan, I will be more cautious before asking you for your services
in the future!"
Qui-Gon cast down his still-tearing eyes and again used his tunic to
clear them of the moisture that threatened to dry up into tiny white
crystals crusting his eyelids.
"Hm, good, Qui-Gon, I will let this be enough - this time." The young
man stood up from his chair and joined his Master, putting a
comforting arm around the taller man's shoulder. His free hand
reached for Qui-Gon's cheek, lovingly removing the last remnants of
the ordeal his beloved Master had just gone through.
He quickly cleaned the knife off with a towel, replacing it on his
Master's belt and then took his lover by the hand.
"Come, Qui, let's clean you up a bit. And next time you ask me to do
this ..."
The Master took his Padawan's face into his hands and placed a light
kiss onto his companion's lips.
"Yes, I know now!" he said quietly, and they continued to move to the
fresher to wash away any hints of what had just happened.
Keemala stew was a dish for the Gods, but it was the pits to peel and
cut the over four pounds of onions needed for it!
The End
NOTES: If you haven't guessed it yet, this plot bunny bit hard while
I was preparing a dish that required A LOT of that fabulous
vegetable, Allium cepa, or onion!