Simply Stupid Chapter 1: Tarallucci, a star wars fanfic

Summary: Felicio, a fourteen year old Initiate struggling to pass his classes, always knew he was never meant to be a Jedi. So how did he end up here? SLASH slight AU
AN: I wanted to do this for a while now even though the characters are completely different by this point but what the hell. The chapters would be short.
IF anyone is even reading this (which I seriously doubt) review.

Warning: Slash (boy on boy action) and a LOT of AUness (just cuz I forgot pretty much EVERYTHING from Star Wars)

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars.

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Felicio could already feel the pressure of the upcoming exams settling in, despite the fact that they still had good full three months before the actual Choosing. Yet even now, as he was waiting with the other Initiates to be paired off for the training exercise, Felicio already knew that the Choosing is going to be a MAJOR disaster and he is going to humiliate not only himself but all of his teachers and the whole Jedi order in general. AGAIN. And no amount of bullshitting or cute faces is going to get him out of it either.

'Oh, Kor.' the fourteen year old Initiate thought with despair and glanced up just in time to see his friend Perxa get paired up with a shy looking Askajian boy that Felicio couldn't bother to remember the name of. Well, great. There goes his chance to be paired up with his friend. Felicio sighed even harder since things would be less complicated with Perxa-she knew what a disaster he was with a lighsaber and often tried to help him not to look like a complete idiot in front of their Master. But with her gone, Felicio was sure that his incompetence is going to not only get noted, but amaze Master Sieran into silence.

Felicio Mancini always knew that he was never meant to be a Jedi, yet ever since he was eight years old, everybody around him claimed otherwise. The short brunette was exceptionally good with the use of Force, but as Kor deemed it unfair, Felicio sucked really bad at everything else. His studies were a disaster. Not only could he not say a complete sentence in Huttese (despite the fact that he was taught it as his second language for five years straight)or not make a presentation for his Galactic Politics class without making a complete ass of himself ,to top it all off- Felicio was bad at lighsabers.

Like, REALLY bad. (Words can't describe how bad his skills truly are.)

Felicio would be amazed if his last years lightsaber match at the Choosing exam wasn't recorded at the Jedi temple archive as The Most Insulting Performance in the Whole History of Jedi. And that was putting it mildly. He could swear he saw Master Kee Shui faint on the spot (ok, he didn't pass out, but he REALLY looked like he wanted to!).
No wonder he wasn't a Padawan yet. And who would want him as a student, really? If he was a prestigious Jedi Master, he wouldn't want to waste time with such a klutz either. Actually, Felicio was hoping to be kicked out of the temple for YEARS now, but for some reason they still insisted to keep him there. Being humiliated on daily bases at first might seem like a cheap price for education, a bed and a meal three times a day, but as Felicio found out long time ago,it got old very quickly. He would rather go back to the streets at this point, but his honoured Masters were too concerned to just leave him to fend for himself. They probably thought they were doing him a favour too. Well, so much for that.

"-Felicio, you would spar with Malcolm here, so move towards the second group, please..."

It was a miracle in itself that he heard Master Sieran's voice through all that angst that seemed to be accumulating all around him, but the moment he saw Flyte's smirking face, he knew he was screwed.

Malcolm Flyte was (together with Felicio) the oldest boy in their group. With Felicio, the reason was embarrassingly clear-he simply failed so many times that he was never picked as a Padawan and simply forwarded to the next class preparing for their Choosing. The brunette was fourteen, despite the average age of the class being ten. For his defence, Felicio at least didn't LOOK fourteen. No. With an incredibly baby face, the brown-eyed boy was often mistaken for a little kid and used it as much to his advantage as possible. His puppy face and a soft, pleading voice (while not working on his peers) did WONDERS on all the adults and got him out of a lot of sticky situations. Felicio did not feel embarrassed for acting this way since he already lost all of his pride and dignity a LONG time ago. At this point, humiliation was something he dealt with on daily basis so pride was just a bad habit that got in the way and was useless.

Yes, talking about humiliation...

Felicio masked his face into an expression of friendly interest as he faced the biggest bully in the whole temple and his own personal tormentor, Malcolm Flyte. Despite being in the same situation as Felicio- the tall, black-haired boy was like a complete opposite of him. Flyte, to put it simply, was a prodigy.
Nobody knew anything about his past or where he came from, but he was brought in the temple just last year and successfully finished his studies in such a short period of time that it seemed almost unreal. It is unheard of to bring a thirteen year old Initiate to the temple -most kids arrived when they were five and spent most of their childhood there, training. Yet Malcolm was OBVIOUSLY beyond all that and every subject he studied he got his blinding one hundred percent.

Not to mention his lightsaber skills. Felicio was sure that the boy was lying when he claimed that he never held a sabre in his life before- he was just too good to be a mere 'natural' yet everybody fell for his bullshit, since he was so perfect. Perfect Flyte. Why, yes. Lets all worship him. If Felicio ever wanted to turn to the Dark side it was now, just so he could practice a little Force choking on that smug little bastard (alright, he was taller than him but we already established the fact that Felicio looks like a frigging baby.)

"Hey, Malcolm." Felicio nearly had to spit out the unfamiliar name on his lips-calling the bastard by his first name made him feel strangely uncomfortable. He managed to smile at him, anyway.

Flyte raised one sharp eyebrow at him and then motioned for him to step in front of him as they both walked towards their duelling spot. Trying to appear grateful, Felicio smiled again and stepped through. It took all of his self control not to scream as he felt a hand clutch firmly on his shoulder like some kind of a twisted version of a friendly greeting. Frozen on the spot, Felicio turned to the silent owner of the hand and nearly died from shock when he saw the dark look Flyte was giving him.

'I'm SO dead. I'm SO dead. OhKorI'mdead.'

"Everyone ready? Perfect. I'll be coming over to see all of you, so you can go ahead and start the practice now. And no fooling around with the Force, kids! I don't want to see any flying object around here, understood?"

Felicio felt the hand on his shoulder tightening painfully and could cry on the spot as a perfect chorus of "Yes, Master Sieran" answered the elderly man in unison. Force was like the only thing he was good at. No Force meant he was completely at Flyte's mercy. And although the practice lightsabers were adjusted to do no actual damage (not counting the light stinging sensation) Felicio was sure that Flyte CAN and WILL find a way to make this painful for him. Because that's just how it was with him. He simply hated Felicio's guts.

Felicio didn't know why or how but the moment Malcolm Flyte met him on the second day of their classes, he decided that he hated his guts. It was all irrational of course, since Felicio made sure he was nice and friendly to everyone despite his own personal feelings. He always smiled at the pale boy, made all the friendly rituals one is supposed to go through with a fellow Initiate and basically gave him no reason to act the way he did.
At the beginning, Flyte looked merely confused and even slightly embarrassed at Felicio's friendly advances. He seemed wary but not hostile and gave the short brunette an impression that they could get along very well.
But then. On the second day.
It seems that Flyte just randomly decided he hated him. Felicio has honestly, to this very day, no idea what had changed his mind. He was just laughing with Perxa and her group of friends when he looked over at Flyte and he was giving him The Scariest Evil Eye Ever Known to a Man. And that's how it began.

Well, whatever it was, Felicio was sure it was undeserving.

"Ehh...good luck then! Hope you go easy on me!" Felicio said cheerfully and winced a little as he saw Flyte's glare intensify. Well, so-rry, didn't mean to OFFEND you or anything. Asshole.

Instead of answering, the tall fourteen year old turned on his lighsaber with a dramatic SWISSHH, and assumed his duelling stance. From that point on, it was safe to assume that Malcolm Flyte would NOT go easy on him. Ah, For Kor's sake...

Activating his own practice lightsaber, Felicio had to fight hard to still keep his friendly face on. And preparing himself for one GIANT beating of a LIFETIME, he started to fight.