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Facades: Chap 3 [Feb. 20th, 2007|10:27 pm]
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Title: Facades
Author: Alley_Skywalker
Genre: Drama, Romance, Humor (of a sort), Angst, Action (sorta)
Characters: Staring: Anakin and Obi-Wan
Supporting: Qui-Gon, Palpatine, Padme, Siri, Shmi, Garen, Bant, Tru, Darra
Minor: Yoda, Mace, Maul, Grievous, Bruck, Ventress, Xanatos, Dooku, Quinlan, Aayla, Barriss, Bail, Ferus, OCs, a bunch of other people
Summary: Can you imagine all the SW characters in high School? What would everyone’s lives be like then?  
Notes: This is probably one of the most radical SW AUs you’ll ever read. A thing to remember is that there is NO significant age gap between Ani and Obi, they are both in their Junior year of HS as of the start of this fic. Also for characters of other species, such as Maul, Yoda, and GG, some changes had to be made to fit them into our world.


Anakin didn’t have to turn around to know that it was Maul who had come up behind him he so he went on with sorting the books in his locker.

“Having a good day, Anakin?” the gang member asked in a low tone which usually meant trouble.

“It’s probably better then yours, Vinnie,” Anakin threw back with a suppressed smirk. Maul\’s first name was Vincent and only his mother called him Vinnie. It was a secret that Maul guarded fiercely and Anakin was only privy to it by sheer accident.

Maul growled. “I’m starting to think that the others were right. I’m starting to doubt Xanatos on his opinion of you having to be the new member of our group. I still can’t believe you turned the honor down last year.”

Anakin shrugged as he shut his locker. “I’m not a gang person, Maul, and I think you know that. Besides from what I hear you have a new member as it is. You seemed to move on pretty fast.”

Maul huffed in dislike. “Grant Grivouse, or GG as we now call him, yes. He’s deserving but we could have a lot more out of you.”

“See,” Anakin said carelessly. “That’s the problem. You guys want something out of me. Get use to the fact that I don’t enjoy people using me.” He shrugged again and walked away without looking back.

*******

 

“Alright good practice everyone. Way to go today, Siri.”

“Thanks, Couch Jinn,” the perky blonde called as she headed for the girls locker room with the rest of her fencing team teammates.

“Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan stopped half way to the locker room. “Yes, Coach?”

“It’s after practice, Obi-Wan. You don’t have to be so formal anymore.”

Obi-Wan shrugged. “You wanted to tell me something, Dad?”

“I actually wanted to ask if you were feeling alright.”

“I feel fine, why?”

“You were completely out of it today.”

Obi-Wan hung his head, wincing. “I’m sorry, Dad. I really am.”

“Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said going to the boy and putting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re a very talented fencer. Since our captain has left the team I’m thinking of making you captain.”

Obi-Wan looked up, his eyes shinning. To be captain of the fencing team was almost like being captain of the football team. “Really?”

“Yes…but you have to work for it, Obi-Wan. You can’t be as sloppy as you were today.”

“I’ll try harder, I really will.”

“I hope so, Obi-Wan. We should be going to the state championship this year. I know we’re good enough.”

“When are the tryouts for the new member going to be?”

“Soon enough, I haven’t set the date yet. Go change, Obi-Wan. And I want you concentrating more on your fencing. You have the talent, now use it.”

Obi-Wan nodded trying to take Qui-Gon\s words to heart, then turned and made his way to the locker room

 

*******

 

Four thirty in the afternoon. No sooner, no later. That was the time that Anakin Skywalker invaded the sacred training room of the fencing team with the old saber that he had stolen his freshman year from the said team’s supply closet.

He had never taken fencing lesson, that was a luxury he couldn’t afford, so he was mostly self-taught, from a video he had bought a while ago with some saving and by watching the practices of the fencing team.

He made some clumsy warm up moves but then started twirling the saber in a pattern that he had made up himself. He danced across the matt, stabbing again and again at an invisible opponent.

Anakin was so engrossed in his “match” that he hadn’t noticed the door of the training room open.

*******

 

Qui-Gon had not been one bit please with himself for leaving his roster and some other training papers back at the training room and had initially not wanted to return for them. Some sort of responsibility, however, drug him back to gym complex to retrieve them.

He was thinking of the open slot that had opened up on the team and the tryouts to come when he entered the training room. All such thoughts were, however, instantly swept away by the sight he encountered.

A blonde boy he hadn’t scene before was gliding with lithe grace around the mat with an old saber in hand. He was performing some complex fencing moves and though his stance was awful and some of his attack combos were very impractical, there was something about the way he moved. Something that made Qui-Gon’s skin pickle. Had he found a member for his team?

“Hey kid!” he called, making the boy jump and release his hold on the saber so that it clattered to the matted floor.

“Oh! Mister Jinn! I’m sorry I was just…” the boy tried to explain his intrusion rapidly.

Qui-Gon shook his head to show that he wasn’t going to get him in trouble. “What’s you name?”

“Anakin,” Anakin said suspiciously.

“Where’d you learn to fence?”

Anakin brushed a hand through his sweat soaked hair before replying ruefully. “I taught myself pretty much. By watching and stuff.”

“You’re good for someone who hasn’t had lessons. A talent I think.”

Anakin laughed harshly. “Even if it were so, Mister Jinn. It wouldn’t be like you would ask me to join the team oe whatever.”

Qui-Gon folded his arms across his chest. “Well, Anakin. Maybe if you let me see some of those moves again I could actually give you an answer.

The blonde resisted the urge to roll his eyes and merely bend down to pick up his saber. There was no way he would be actually accepted onto the fencing team. Nevertheless, his “match” had been cut short and he was determined to finish it.

Qui-Gon stood to the side watching the boy. It didn’t take long for him to make up his mind.


   
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