A Jedi in Smallville

Life on the strange planet called Earth quickly became all about leather and baseball for the jedi knight in training. Sure, it was wrong that an animal had to die in order to make a pair of sleek black pants, or those sexy knee high boots with bright shiny buckles and laces, but Lex assured him they would have died anyone. Someday. It was the circle of life and all.
Shopping in Metropolis assuaged his guilt for causing the accident, and even with Obi-Wan smiling enigmatically and saying things happen for a reason, he couldn’t help but worry that they would never return to their own universe, time, or whatever. Right at this moment, he and his master should have been back on Coruscant after months dealing with a trade embargo on Tlixis. He should have been studying in the temple, or meditating, or fencing with one of the other young jedi. Instead he was getting dressed for his first day of school.
School, what a joke, he thought as he slipped on one of the many pair of black leather pants he had bought the day before. Lex had created a new identity for the young jedi, and though his name was the same, the young man he saw when he checked himself out in the mirror was a completely different creature.
This boy’s hair was short, but much longer than what he would have worn in his universe. The braid was gone, and in a fit of pique he’d decided to dye his curly locks black.
During their shopping trip, because Lex said they needed to start dressing like earthlings, he’d caught a glimpse of a young man with black spiky hair, nailpolish on his fingers, and jewelry embedded in every visible orifice.

“Wow” he said as he watched the man walk by.
“What?” Lex asked. They were in the young man’s section of the store, and Lex was carefully picking out clothing for the young jedi. He had a pair of light pants (which reminded him of the uniform he wore as a jedi) in one hand and some strange patterned shirt. He called it flannel.
“I want to dress like him.” Annikin said point to the man.
“Well, there aren’t many or I don’t think there are any goths in Smallville.” The older man replied.
“So?”
“It’s a small town. You’ll stick out.”
“So?” Annikin asked again. Unable to argue with his logic, Lex took him to another store where he bought a wardrobe almost entirely black except for a few blood red shirts. He also got his nose and labrae pierced, bought black hair dye, and a dog collar.
So here he was, all black leather and even eyeliner. His shirt, was ofcourse, black as well but shredded to show his well trained abs.
He left his “room” on the second floor and found Obi-Won waiting for him. They both did a double take: Obi-Won had finally shaved off his beard. Which was an improvement: though he wouldn’t admit it, the only reason he wore it was to make him look older.
“Padawan, I wouldn’t even recongnize you.”
“You like?” He said, batting his eye and turning to give the older man a view.
“Like. I don’t know.”
“And you shaved off your beard.”
“Yes, well, some of these earthlings seemed to be put off by it.”
Yeah, Lex Luthor, that is. He wondered what his master and their benefactor would get up to now that he was out of the house during the day. Not that he really wanted to know. Yuck.
“Lex left you this money to pay for food at the cafeteria.”
The older man said, handing him a thick wad of cash. There were no pockets in the pants, so he was forced to stick the money down his boots.
“He left early to go to the “plant”. He said he has a lot of paperwork to catch up on but that you can use any of the cars in the garage.” He’d had one lesson with Lex last week to assure the older man he could drive a car. A “porsche” had nothing on a pod-racer, and though Lex looked a little green after the session, he’d agreed Annikin was “quite driver.”
“Whatever.” Annikin said. Obi-Wan sighed.
“And please be careful. Mr. Luthor trusts you. You know how to get there, right.”
“Yes. Photographic memory, remember?” Jeez. Obi-won knew how to bring a jedi down.
“You will do well, young Padawan.” His master said stiffly. Stifling a groan, Annikin stomped into the kitchen for breakfast.


It really hadn’t been a question which car he would choose: The black “porsche” was made for him. He made sure to follow the traffic rules Lex outlined for him on the drive there, but he couldn’t help himself when he got into the school parking lot: He pulled into a spot with a screech and emereged from the car like he owned the world.
Clark, the tall boy who visted Lex the day after they go there, ran over to the car but slowed down when he saw who emerged.
“Who are you and why are you driving Lex Luthor’s car!” The tall boy asked.
“He said I could.”
“What? Annikin?” He asked. “Is that really you?”
“Last time I checked.” Annikin smirked.
Hours of television had really helped him learn English well. Though he was something of a prodigy when he came to languages anyway, knowing more than any other jedi except for perhaps Master Yoda.
Clark gave him a slow once over, which brought a flush to Annikin’s cheeks. He didn’t really like men, and to be honest his heart belonged to one woman only, but since he was here-
“Whose your friend?” A blonde girl asked behind him, snapping the other boy out of his peep show.
“Oh...it’s Annikin. He’s Lex’s cousin or something.”
“In the flesh, milady.” he said, taking the pretty blonde’s hand and kissing it. Who giggled. He couldn’t tell but the boy looked like he was a little jealous.
“Wow, a real life Goth in Smallville. I don’t think the town can handle it.” Clark said a bit sarcastically.
“Well it better because I don’t plan on changing.”
Annikin said darkly.
“Good for you!” Chloe said. “There’s the bell. Do you want me to show you to the office?”
“I-“
“Why don’t I do it Chloe. My first class is closer.” The dark-haired boy said.
“Our classes are right next to each other. It’s no problem.”
“But I know you like to get there early to save Lana a seat...”
“I don’t like it. I only do it because she asks me too. Anyway, she’s out sick today.”
“But-“ the boy began.
“K’chrul!” Annikin swore before he could stop himself. “Why don’t you both show me the fucking office.” He was proud of himself for using an english swear word.
“Alright.”