We Don't Speak of This

[Adrian Lynd]

NSFW

ooc: If you are disturbed by Sith kids being....Sith kids, then I wouldn't read this one. There is some minor language and a bit more. Nothing really more than you'd see in a PG-13 coming of age type movie like Stand By Me...but still. I wouldn't read it at work
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The twelve year old Sith apprentice lay on his bed in his bunk with his feet against the wall, his head hanging just off the side. His red eyes darting back and forth, he was bored. In the same room were four other boys, all of them within a year of his age, their names were not important. Except Alaric. He despised Alaric, an overly boastful liar whose stories were so blatantly untrue that he was surprised anyone ever listened to the young man. Just now Alaric was regaling the rest of the group with tails of his escapades both as a Sith and as a young man with the young ladies.

Liar.

He hated him, he absolutely kriffing hated him. For one thing, showers were communal at the Sith Academy and it was rather easy to tell with humans at least who was and was not of age so to speak. So to listen to an in depth story about how Alaric's so called date went the night before was more than laughable.

Adrian rolled his eyes again and took a knife from his boot and twirled it around for several more moments, this flight was longer than it needed to be and Alaric's voice would not stop, it hadn't stopped for nearly an hour and the other apprentices were fascinated by his tales. He was oh so cool and oh so popular. Never mind the fact that Adrian could kill him at any moment, nevermind the fact that the scar over Alaric's right eye was caused by Adrian.

"Hey Alaric, how about you shut the kriff up before I cut your balls off? We all know you're lying."

Alaric's yellow eyes narrowed in on Adrian, rude little piece of work. He looked between the other two boys, then the floor and back to Adrian. How dare he say such a thing, there was no way for him to know...anyway?

"Whats the matter Lynd, you jealous of my luck with the ladies? I can teach you a thing or too, no need to be all jealous."

"Pfft."

Adrian turned and sat up, his knife still in his hand, he rolled his eyes and looked at the other two who were now moving away to avoid potentially getting hurt. They knew better, they knew Adrian more than anything. They knew how quick he was with a lightsaber, not to mention a knife. They knew that he was not the Sith student to annoy and Alaric should have known that.

"I've seen you in the shower you idiot! The only thing you could do with a girl is talk about your feelings. Force you're kriffing stupid and I am so sick and tired of hearing it. Maybe stop lying for two kriffing seconds and then you might be a bit more likeable and you might have a friend or two that isn't just kissing your ass because your Daddy built the new dorms at the Academy."

Alaric chuckled.

"So you look at me in the shower Lynd? Sissy just like your Dad eh?"

The young Sith crossed his arms, but the other boys didn't dare chuckle.

A smile tugged at the corner of Adrian's mouth as he started to chuckle along with Alaric. A small twist of his wrist, undetectable.to the others.

"I guess that is kind of funny right?"

Alaric continued laughing and nodded Adrian, maybe he'd finally broken through, maybe he'd finally gotten Adrian to see the error of his ways.

"How couldn't it be?"

Adrian's smile widened and then with a barely perceiveable motion and the lightning fast reflexes that he was famous for throughout the academy, the same reflexes that made the other boys fear him, his knife launched through the air, spinning quickly, too fast to see before it plunged into Alaric's chest. Adrian then lunged at the other boy and tackled him to the floor, he ripped the young Sith's lightsaber from his belt and force crushed it. Alaric didn't carry knives the way Adrian did, but Adrian loved knives just for this reason. He sat up and pinned Alaric to the ground who was gasping for a breath, the wound wasn't necessarily fatal, but he'd need treatment sooner rather than later.

Adrian pulled another knife from his belt as Alaric started coughing blood, speckles of it landing on Adrian's face.

"So you were talking about my Dad and me being a Sissy? Kriffing fascinating, considering you're the one with a knife in your chest slowly bleeding to death with me on top of you. How are you even a Sith anyway Alaric?"

Adrian lifted his body weight up a bit to give himself some more room to carefully put the blade of the knife directly between Alaric's legs.

"Now what was I going to cut off if you didn't shut the kriff up? Can you help me remember Alaric?"

The knife in his chest burned like the fires of mustafar and then he felt the other blade, his eyes widened.

"A...Adrian, please....No....I'm....So..."

He pushed the crossguard of the blade hard against Alaric's inner thigh.

"You're what? I didn't hear you."

"I'M SORRY!"

"And you lied right?"

Adrian took his free hand and twisted the blade in Alaric's chest, slowly enough that he could hear it scrapping the bone.

One of the other boys backed up and opened his mouth

"Damn. Adrian man..."

Adrian's red eyes darted to the other young Sith.

"You can stand in line if you'd like"

"YES I LIED!"

"Oh good! I'm glad you clarified that! Now Alaric, if you insult me or my father again. I will slit your kriffing throat. Okay?"

Adrian removed the knife from between Alaric's legs, twisting it so that he sliced the young Sith's inner thigh open as he was retrieving it. He felt Alaric wince, thinking that something far more sensitive had been cut. He chuckled and then pulled the knife from Alaric's chest, blood sprayed him in the face.

"Ahh, that's bad. You put pressure on it, and you get a medical droid, I'm going to go wash up."

Adrian wiped the blood from the knives onto Alaric's clothes before sheathing them and standing up. His red eyes stared at both of the other two boys.

"Now or the little osik is going to kriffing die!"

Adrian cracked his knuckles and walked over to Alaric's bunk and grabbed what looked like a nice casual shirt to be worn probably when he was at home with his rich father. Adrian smirked and wiped the blood from his face with the shirt.

"Oh and Alaric...and you two, you tell anyone what happened here today and there won't be any mercy next time."