Gift story for StormSkye

Anakin Skywalker was trying to study. His finals in Durese, Huttese, Mandalorian, Kaminoan and Algebra were coming up, and he needed to hit the books. So when a gaggle of Younglings came into the Archives, sat down at one of the terminals, and began to watch anime, he was not amused.

At first it didn't bother him at all. But as time dragged on, it became awful. Anakin actually didn't mind anime, but he personally hated Lucky Star. A/N: I don't mind that anime. Hearing the same damn lyrics over and over really ticked him off. But he tried to ignore it. After all, Younglings will be Younglings.

Aimai san-SENCHI sorya puni tte koto kai? Cho!

Anakin tried to focus on his notes to no avail. Those lyrics were really getting on his nerves.

But he tried as hard as he could to ignore it.

RAPPINGU ga seifuku... daaa furi tte kotanai puu!

"Focus, Anakin" He told himself. But really, what was the point? So, he walked over to the group of six or seven Younglings.

"Guys, I love anime just as much as the next person, but could you keep it down? This is a library, not Anime Expo." Anakin asked, trying to not look insanely angry.

"Who says it's not Anime Expo? How do you know that?" A little Twi'lek girl shot back, smirking.

"Oh Force. Just keep it quieter, and at least watch something good? Even Sailor Moon Crystal is better than that!" Anakin sighed. Younglings these days.

Anakin went back to his studies afterward, although his focus was tainted by the anime audio. Little did the Younglings know…

*In Spongebob voice* A few days later…

Anakin was ready for vengeance. He had come back with a 71. Good mark, yes. But if he had studied. Partially his fault. But he wasn't going to blame it on himself. Those Younglings were going to pay.

The idea he had in mind wasn't that mean. But it drove his point across.

He was going to show up in borrowed Mando gear, brandishing a blaster in the middle of the night. There was another Mando Padawan in his Modern Politics class. And he was pretty sure she had Beskar.

At midnight…

Anakin trudged down the hall. Kriff. He hadn't taken into account that Niah was a girl, so her armour was personalized to fit her. He looked ridiculous. But Anakin Skywalker didn't know when to quit. Even when it was probably a good idea. The younglings were in Clawmouse Clan, so just down the hall.

With each step, Anakin's frustration and anger toward the Younglings became larger. By the time he reached the door, he was teeming with pure, cold, unbridled rage.

He pressed the "open" button.

He held out his borrowed blasters and yelled "HANDS UP DI'KUTS!"

A girl sat up in bed, rubbed her eyes,looked straight at Anakin, and screamed "Master Coriolis! There's a bounty hunter in our room!"

And so, that was how Anakin Skywalker learned that pretending to be a mando never worked well.

Here ya go StormSkye! Hope you enjoy reading! I certainly enjoyed writing it. Please review. Constructive criticism is fine, compliments are the bomb, and flames are for the marshmallows. I have a few updates coming in the next week or so, so keep your optical organs peeled!

Sushi is tasty,

Tasie