Rating: PG No minors please.
Warnings: very little. No sex, and only a hint of magic.
Disclaimer: This is written for fun, not for making money. Therefore the appearance of famous Star Wars characters should not cause uproar amongst George Lucas lawyers.
Summary: A Sith has an unlikely task.
Acknowledgement: I am much obliged to Redone for her encouraging interest and extensive beta-reading. But what would this story have been without the inspiration and helpful advice from my evil companions, Dark Lady and MaulMaus?
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crowd surged back and forth, noisy and animated. Coloured lights shed jittery
reflexes over their faces. The air was thick with the smell of sweet and spicy
snacks from the fry. All over it hung a joyful cacophony of voices and music.
Ninu made rude acquaintance with elbows and feet, as she became an obstacle in
the middle of the stream. With a slow sigh she let her indecision be washed away
by this superior power.
her left hand, three booths after the entrance of the fair was the tombola stand
she had thrown her doubts away for. Its airbrushed outside displayed figures of
Star Wars canon of character. Artless pictures, but the creator seemed to
have an odd taste for new inventions in costumes. A more jewel-decorated Darth
Maul or an Amidala as bride were surely nowhere else to spot.. However, the
inside of this spot was about standard: an old man whose only prominent feature
was his pointing nose hanging above an overly benevolent smile, and an young
man, almost boy, his hand.
coins Ninu fingered from her purse were taken, an introducing gesture to the box
containing the tickets made, the one she finally chose opened with two fast
scissor-cuts and handed out to the tombola boy to fetch her winnings.
was oblivious how differently her appearance was perceived. Neither the bored
glance from the old tombola owner's eyes who prepared her ticket with routine,
without wasting words for greeting, nor the silent "Hello!" and
beaming face of the young fetcher who looked her twice up and down. Her eyes
were glued on the item she was out for. The Darth Maul backpack - a diminutive
one, a day pack in fact. Slightly over the size of a man's head, it was made of
fine, short haired plush and dominated by a pair of clear, yellow plastic eyes.
fetcher cleared his throat. "Let's see what it is," he tried again to
draw the girl's attention with a smile but failed. "You're a lucky one, it
is a... an... a beautiful..." The paper he turned and turned told him it
was almost worth one of the kitschy bouquets of fake flowers or - at the utmost
- a piece of the tacky pottery the stand displayed. The boy bit his lips, looked
at the girl, turned the paper for a last time and eventually reached her the
black and red striped pack. "This is for you. Cool thing, isn't it?"
muttered Ninu, again oblivious of the smile on the youngster's face, stuffed the
raffle into her bag and blended into the crowd.
tombola boy stared after her.
The owner of the lottery smacked his lips.
nodded the boy with emphasis.
Dan, one try." Although his blue eyes kept the cold, the mouth opened again
slightly for a thin-lipped smile. The old man's features changed to a grimace of
"Ay, boss!" Dan blushed.
at home Ninu threw her bounty on a stool in her room, not without stealing a few
caresses from the soft fabric, before she hurried out to help with preparing
dinner - "Ninu, girl, you're late. Dad called already, he'll be in within
the next quarter." - Time in the kitchen and thereafter with her family at
the table stretched to meet the girl's limits of endurance.
tiredness, Ninu could eventually spend her undivided attention on the item on
the stool in her room. You're so beautiful. Her fingers touched softly
the cheeks of plush. So real! She lifted and held the bag on stretched
arms to survey it with a critic's eye. Really real. Too bad I can't wear you
everyday. She pressed the fluffy head on her breast. But you're mine.
Dancing with the bag in her arms around she hummed the Star Wars theme and
pondered. Perhaps I can stuff you with a shirt and place you by the side of
my comp. For better inspiration. Ninu giggled. "Bed time, bad
girl!" she called herself to order. "I'm sorry, Maulie, tonight you
have to stay on the floor. I need the stool for my clothes."
presence made her startle out of her sleep. Bolt upright Ninu glared at the all
too familiar silhouette in the moonlight. "God ..." she gasped.
she gasped again.
accepted with a grin. "So, Ninu, what are your plans?"
plans..." she groaned, realising with slowly accommodating eye-light that
Darth Maul, alive and life-sized, was lolling naked on the spot where the small
pack should have rested.
do you have in store for me?" he gratefully let himself down to what he
considered as her level of comprehension.
felt an icy finger sliding down her spine. A second later, after regaining full
command of her eyesight, this distress was replaced by a quite contrary emotion.
The man's - and he was man, no doubt - well-muscled body let a little hot
sparkle ascend f
her abdomen. "How do you know my name?" She uttered the first thing of
near-coherence that crossed the snafu in her mind.
a Sith," his husky voice purred the already expected answer.
out of my room!" she articulated.
You own me, mistress..."
not a mistress!!!"
no," Maul straightened up and shook a finger at the girl, "don't use
logic on me. It is almost palpable that this is the room of someone who cares
for me with great interest." His flourishing gesture enclosed it all, the
pictures, the gadgets, the rack with collectibles (including an 12-inch Maul
Action Figure). Ninu blushed.
continued with a teacher-like undertone: "As my owner, you have to feed me,
quench my thirst, provide me a place to sleep...".
even at the bottom-end of my bed!" Ninu gathered not only her sheet as well
as her courage.
a woman," Maul responded, dragging something from the small bunch at the
stool aside him. Another hot shot ran through Ninu's veins as she saw it was her
silken panties that he held in his striped hands. "It isn't wrong just to
long for me..."
he is knows pretty well how cute he is, thought
Ninu while she watched pale light and dark of the night play hide-and-seek on
Maul's smooth skin.
but to let me sit on your carpet is, with all due respect." He crumpled her
underwear in his fist, then buried his nose in the ball of delicate fabric:
"You smell so good."
dare to!" Ninu yelled and clasped her blanket even more. "Don't dare
to," she repeated some degrees more silently as she became aware of his
fast as it was used, the panties were thrown aside and the Sith leaned over the
bottom-end of her bed: "Okay. I see. No problem, I can handle this. We're
not that intimate yet. Why don't we work to become comfortable first?"
... I mean ... No!" Ninu brought her legs and the lower end of her blanket
out of the acute presence of the all too innocent smile.
folded his forearms to support his horn crowned head. "For the present we
could try small-talk about... fairy-tales?"
followed his gaze pointing at the highest shelf of her rack, where amongst her
other books sat a paperback of 'Tales of 1001 nights'. She gulped
"Yes," in the sight of this unexpected turn. But the keyword 'tales'
triggered her mind to produce nothing else than the smuttiest scenes of some
fan-fiction she read regularly. She felt her cheeks redden again. Don't
read my mind. Don't read my mind now.
late. Maul closed his eyes half like he was an oversized kitten and sounded of
utter interest: "Procee..."
- you're not sleeping, are you? I'll tell Mom and Dad!" A child's voice
from the hall interrupted Maul's sentence.
Sith sighed and became opaque. "Little brothers could be such a sithly pain
in the ass. Ask me," his figure blurred more, became a haze, "I got my
share time ago on Iridonia." On the stool stood the little backpack in the
shape of Darth Maul's head, voiceless and motionless.
bring this back!" Accusingly Ninu presented the lottery boy her
winnings from the day before. She was relieved that she managed to find him in
the maze of the fast dismantling fair. An hour later and even the skeleton of
the tombola stand - four poles and a podium - would have been stored away on the
roof of the owner's caravan by the hustling and bustling workers.
I thought you liked him," he wondered, then smiled questioningly. "I
thought you were a Star Wars fan."
am," retorted Ninu, pushing the bag in his hands, "but I don't want
even for the sake of a complete collection?" He waved encouragingly with
She felt a pang of regret as soon as she had spoken that harsh word. At least
the tombola boy had the kindness to spend attention on her demand. She took a
closer look at the young man and tried a smile.
Thoughtfully he pulled at the temple horn of the Maul-head. "But
understandable. You can't wear it everyday. Neither I my costume." He
shrugged and grinned as he saw a glint of surprise light up in her eyes. Another
hand of the tombola passed by, the fetcher flipped him the bag over,
"Please do me a favour: this belongs to the big blue box."
relieved of her burden, the girl stood a few moments undecided, watching the boy
from top to toe and back. After her nightmare this talk was reassuring, even if
the young fetcher looked plain nice, instead of gorgeous like Maul. To elongate
this pleasant moment, she spoke up: "I'm sorry I did not introduce myself,
Dan. I'm Ninu."
to meet you, Ninu."
warm and firm hand she shook didn't make the impression it would turn into plush
between dusk and dawn. She asked: "You get costumed?"
He laughed bashfully and stowed an obstinate blonde strand behind his ear.
"I hope to do Maul."
with shaved head, light sabre and all? Too sad I won't see this because the fair
Dan chuckled, "There will be plenty of occasions to see me. I'm a member of
a local role players' guild."
not a lottery boy?!" Ninu's voice pitched high in excitement. "But I
thought, this..." With a big gesture she circled the lottery booth and the
fair. "I thought you'll leave today with the rest..."
This was just a part time job. You know, poor students need money. Especially
for expensive costumes."
I know." Ninu nodded happily about the discovery of a fellow Maulaholic.
At least this awful situation last night has a good outcome. "When can
I see you costumed?"
I have found the solution for a problem. I don't want my head shaved every day
and all the colour and glue on it." Dan frowned.
prob." Ninu declined animated. "I've experiences - I mean friends who
did costuming. I'm sure we'll find a workaround... God!" She glanced at the
clock on her wrist: "It's late! I've to hurry. Know what Dan? We'll
continue this evening. I'll give you my phone number."
ahead," he grinned.
a voice purred from behind him.
whirled in a half circle and faced Maul. The Sith sat on the left over podium,
now dressed completely up in his multilayered garments.
man! She talked with me, gave me her phone number. How did you manage this? I
never thought you would." The young man spluttered almost for excitement.
a Sith." Maul put on a smug grin. "Sith don't fail."
shook his head, the horns made a little scratching noise inside the hood of his
cloak: "This is of no interest. It was just the start. Much more
interesting is to develop this thing in the long run. Which is exclusively up to
you." He showed his teeth: "And don't forget to keep your physique in
good condition, otherwise I fear, she might consider you a not exactly
grain of truth - too often he fed on a diet of pizza 'n coke - made Dan more
furious than the arrogance of the Sith. "Sure, man, I will take that in
consideration. Just wonder how you would have acted if I was gay, Mr.
made a noise between grunting and chuckling: "Just one more reason to keep
your physique in good condition, kid."
beach robe clad silhouette of the old tombola owner appeared in the door of the
caravan, holding a big cashbook in one hand and beckoning the two with the
other. "Ah," said Maul, "the master is calling. You remember what
you have to pay for a successful negotiation of marriage?"
I didn't say I'd marry her! I only asked for help with dating. Dating-service,
you know?" The young man tried half-heartedly to revolt.
sardonic smile danced around the Sith's mouth. "That's your business, no
need to justify your decisions before me or my master. But anyway," he rose
and waved Dan to follow him, "remember our contract: you agree to support
the Sith order by buying only Sith-related merchandise – such as trading
cards, costumes, computer fonts, posters, mock light sabres, coffee mugs – for
the rest of your life in exchange for bringing you together with the girl of
your dreams. I would call this is a real bargain. Now," Maul's shoulders
sketched a shrug, "you have the possibility to discuss the matter with the
master, because the contract is between him and you. I'm only the one who
carries out his orders."
The two entered the caravan. Its door closed and the rusty name-plate swung to and fro. The letters on this plate were hard to read, but for the addendum an unknown joker had sprayed.
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