Danmachi: Bell Gojo through the fictional Multiverse

Bell and Anakin stood aboard their sleek Jedi shuttle, heading toward a distant Outer Rim system. Reports had surfaced of a group of rogue operatives attempting to carry out remnants of Palpatine's old plans. The two Jedi were sent to investigate and neutralize the threat.

As they sped through hyperspace, Bell leaned back in his seat, his arms crossed casually. His piercing blue eyes twinkled with mischief as he caught Anakin sneaking a glance at the small hologram he had of Padmé.

"You know, Ani," Bell said, his tone teasing, "if you stare at that any harder, you're going to burn a hole through it."

Anakin flushed, quickly shutting off the hologram. "I was just… making sure it's working properly."

Bell laughed heartily. "Sure you were. You've got it bad, kid. But hey, nothing wrong with liking someone. You just need to figure out how to act on it."

Anakin frowned. "Jedi aren't supposed to have attachments."

Bell shrugged, twirling his lightsaber hilt in his hand. "Attachment isn't the problem—it's the fear of losing it. You've got balance, Ani. If you want her, go for it. Who's stopping you?"

Anakin didn't reply, but a small, thoughtful smile crept onto his face as the shuttle exited hyperspace.

The pair landed on a desolate planet, the atmosphere heavy with tension. They quickly located the rogue faction—a group of mercenaries and former Separatist loyalists.

Bell and Anakin waded into the fray with ease, their lightsabers blazing trails of blue light. Bell's movements were elegant and deliberate, each strike calculated to disarm rather than kill. Anakin, meanwhile, fought with raw power, his determination pushing him forward like an unstoppable force.

During a lull in the battle, Bell chuckled as he noticed Anakin sneaking another glance at his communicator. "You're distracted. Thinking about someone, maybe?"

Anakin deflected a blaster bolt, rolling his eyes. "Can we focus, Master?"

"Focused as ever, Padawan," Bell teased, smirking. "Just making sure you don't trip over your own feet while daydreaming."

They quickly subdued the remaining forces and secured the area. Bell transmitted a report to the Jedi Council, confirming the mission's success.

On their way back to their ship, the two Jedi passed a group of clones stationed on the planet. Anakin greeted them warmly, exchanging jokes and stories with the troopers he had grown close to.

Suddenly, one clone's demeanor shifted. His hand twitched toward his weapon, and before anyone could react, he fired at Anakin.

The shot went wide, and Anakin disarmed the clone with a flick of his wrist, the weapon clattering to the ground. "What the—?!"

Bell moved swiftly, placing a calming hand on the clone's shoulder. "Easy there, soldier. What's going on?"

The clone's face twisted in confusion and pain. "I… don't know. Something… in my head…"

Bell placed his hand over the clone's helmet, using the Force to scan his mind. His expression darkened. "Anakin, this isn't just random. There's something in his head—a chip, and it's failing."

They immediately contacted the Kaminoans, who confirmed the existence of inhibitor chips in the clones. When Bell pressed them, they admitted the chips were degrading and could pose a significant threat. Bell demanded they cease production immediately, though he knew the damage was already done—millions of clones already had the flawed chips implanted.

"This is bad," Anakin muttered as they boarded their ship. "If the chips fail in battle, it could turn the clones against us."

Bell nodded grimly. "We need to get back to Coruscant and figure out a plan. Fast."

Back on Coruscant, Anakin was dismissed to rest. Bell, however, had other plans.

He leaned against the wall of the Jedi Temple's main corridor, watching Anakin pace nervously. "You know, she's probably in her chambers right now, wishing you'd just show up and talk to her."

Anakin shot him a glare. "I'm not sure if—"

Bell cut him off with a grin. "Yes, you are. Go on, Ani. Jedi or not, you've earned the right to be happy."

With a deep breath, Anakin left for Padmé's quarters.

Bell chuckled to himself, sensing the presence of Yoda, Qui-Gon, and Obi-Wan approaching. "Here for the show?" he asked.

Yoda's ears twitched. "A moment, young Skywalker deserves. Observing, we are not. Support, we offer."

The four of them peeked around a corner, watching Anakin nervously knock on Padmé's door. She opened it, her face lighting up at the sight of him. They exchanged a few words before Anakin mustered the courage to express his feelings.

Padmé's eyes softened, and a radiant smile spread across her face. She stepped closer, taking his hand.

The watching Jedi erupted into cheers, their applause echoing through the hallway.

Anakin and Padmé turned sharply, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment while Anakin glared at the group of Jedi.

"Really?" he asked, igniting his lightsaber.

Bell and the others bolted, laughing as Anakin gave chase, his blade swinging harmlessly as he shouted, "I'm going to make you regret this!"

Padmé giggled, her earlier embarrassment fading into amusement. Despite the chaos, she couldn't help but feel grateful—this moment marked the start of something beautiful, no matter how unconventional it was.