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. Ocean Blue Gorge. Original

Title: Last Lindor

Author: hikarylexy

Fandom: Original

Character: Blue Ocean

Prompt: # 5 Gola

Rating: G

Warnings: FlashFic!

Word Count: 1258

Desclaimer: the characters in this story are under exclusive property of the undersigned.

List: TABLE

Notes: now I have confirmation be totally stupid. But deep .
* I'm still trying to figure out if the style is the inspiration for Dante and Stefano Benni (but both are there, no?)
* Perch = my loft bed also said Fox River.
* Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! I love you even though I always eat the chocolates x) P
* this fic is proof that Giuly's mom is right: my girls, changing drug dealer!

Last Lindor

or

Twenty Small Lindor

(... and the end Then There Were None).

Every self-respecting knight must necessarily have a mission, indeed, a Mission , with the "M" capitalized.

This is because there is nothing more important than Mission.

The Mission from 'a sense of life Brave Knight and it is essential to create a Myth Mythical tales that his glorious enterprise .

What other intake might have a Brave Knight but to do many glorious enterprise during such a mission be enclosed in Mythical Myth?

° ° °

The Brave Knight Ocean was not less. During those long days spent in grade mountain home, to suffer the cold and the torment Knights of young apprentices who were running from one floor to another, he had watched the clock to protect the treasure that had been delivered.

His code name was "Christmas gift", but the wily Ocean had not been deceived. Behind that call so common, and had to hide some secret message of vital importance. And the message he had raised was the following: protect the Christmas pack even at the cost of living .

The villa was very large and the Brave Knight moved inside with all Safety those who have a great familiarity with the place. Among those walls forever had spent summers and freezing winters of his childhood, the endless stairs and misleading had run up and down whole day, the dark dungeons of the frightened and not know the name of each tree. It was just to give you those names, to blaze trails in the woods, build huts of branches and plant flowers. Every inch of that place lost hers.

The Mission, in a place so congenial, very easy to be envisaged as a Brave Knight Ocean, experienced and accustomed to any kind of struggle.

Perhaps this is the Brave Knight dropped his guard.

Thus the winter campaign came to an end and the court, including knights, he returned to the big city. The procession marched from the house to the car seemed a little 'less intense than that arrived a fortnight before, but in the end what we had arrived well packaged and hidden in the bottom of the boots, now going home in the backpacks of children .

Finally, went to Ocean take his Christmas present from its hiding place that had protected him until then. It was a metal bucket, a shocking pink unlikely that so little suited to his person to be removed any suspicions about a potentially interesting content. Moreover, the location, a shelf in the bathroom, ingeniously mounted too high to be of any use, erased any doubt.

The Brave Knight gingerly opened the box and listened; prudence was never too much when you had your hands on the ultimate goal of their mission. Not hearing any noise, took out the Christmas gift and went back stealth cap in place. Stroked with the look of black cardboard box beautifully decorated, admired the golden doodle, he smelled the delicious aroma.

And he smiled, feeling very proud of his cunning.

Who would put a pack of extra-dark chocolates Lind in a pink bucket on a shelf in the bathroom?

Then, suddenly, a strange feeling came over her. The lightness of the Christmas Gift, at first sight attractive place in which it was very uncomfortable (in a precarious balance on the edge of the sink, stopped only by the painful clash between your knee and tap), was disturbing. He began to shake the box, first gently and gradually more and more frantic. The awareness of having committed a spectacular error was making headway in his mind already upset.

In the end, took courage, he decided to open it.

E then it was just horror.

Horror at its best.

The box was empty.

Hollow as a school in August, as the head of a student named to the board, as his piggy bank every time he was in urgent need of cash.

Empty, non-full.

not remember ever having seen something as non-full in his life.

his fingers caressed the inside of the desolate, feeling in search of a blank paper, at least that, in memory of his lost love.

But ... but right there on the bottom, the trembling hand of the Mighty Knights found a small round projections. He felt the tears in my eyes with emotion, and what he found?

A chocolate!

Left waiting for her, confident that relief would soon.

He is faithful and full of hope despite the moments of terror that must have passed.

him, so small and round, the only heir of a glorious race and tasty.

him, the last Lindor, which would protect ocean till the end of his days.

And this time, in the Big City, Ocean instead chose the more among all dark, that she entrusted her life. The Perch, as he called his favorite companion in arms, it was his home, his base, large and soft, high enough so that no one saw her but not too much, because she could see who remained below.

Last Lindor ended between stuffed animals and pillows, including comics and books in child psychology, along with a small flashlight and a Scubidu never finished.

No one dared to climb the ladder to reach the trestle and the gallant Knight he was sure that the Enemy Gourmet - because he knew the culprit the massacre he was, always hungry scoundrel! - Would never reach his protege.

° ° °

Ocean came from school (because even a Brave Knight in the leg as she was, alas, going to school ) of a temper so bad that it would disfigure that of his adorable professor of philosophy at the first hour of Saturday morning. And entering the house did not help at all, because her sixth sense, then the seventh and also The eighth began immediately on the alert as soon as he crossed the threshold of his room and saw the perch.

Something tragic must have happened in that house, an unimaginable disaster: his blanket, his beautiful blanket , lying in a corner in fact horribly bent, lying with a care that he immediately get sick. Before making any other move, he had to take it and reduce it to a shapeless heap, at best vaguely resembling a ball, then throwing it in a corner of the bed. Then breathed again, and noticed with pleasure that the bed was not rebuilt. Of course, the pillow was smoothed carefully straightened and puppets, but with a little 'patience would restore the chaos in his little kingdom.

Accompanied by the comforting image of Perch reduced to a battlefield, returned to the kitchen. The stomach was opened again and began to feel a certain appetite.

- Mom - but could not help but ask - did you order on my bed, so, by any chance? -

- No, no, I only gave a arranged. God forbid, love. -

The difference between order to give a settled and remained obscure, but Ocean was thinking of going back later.

- About Treasure, you know that I found under my pillow? A chocolate! But think about it, as will be finished chocolates under your pillow? Imagine if he had wound up in bed, you would wake up tomorrow morning with her hair dark chocolate! However, I returned to the mobile, quiet. -

The Brave Knight bleached. Every trace of pigment fled from his face with the first flight for Maldives as he ran to open the blue door of the cabinet.

A scream superhuman shock over the number 154, when his eyes met the jar of sweets, empty.

Gourmet Enemy had struck again.

[END]