| 01. | "And it goes up to the stars." | 02. | "With music and words he sang what love is." | 03. | "Today is the day to come." | 04. | "He lives and dies in the love him." | 05. | "Moon Light and alone." |
| 06. | "Look how they love dies." | 07. | "Everything the universe is his immense love. " | 08. | "But here the roaring heart of the human beast." | 09. | "Look with what pain you die of love down here." | 10. | "Every little thing will kill the big ones." |
Title: Never trust unuseful days
Author: Hikary
Fandom: Original
Character: Blue Ocean
Prompt: # 4 Avarice
Rating: G
Warnings: FlashFic!
Word Count:
Desclaimer: the characters in this story are under exclusive property of the undersigned. Anything that is not mine not mine U_U.
List: TABLE
Notes: ultimaaaaaaa *_____* I and myself, we congratulate me XD *
Ca ... fly apart, the nickname of the Ocean is inspired by his favorite pg, Lindsay Monroe in CSI NY, as the phrase comes from the same series, more ; specifically from 3x24 Snow Day. The other nickname is inspired, alas, Naruto. The title is inspired by a phrase fa-vo-lo-sa film Entrapment, "Never trust a naked woman" (L).
~ Never trust unuseful days.
We Do not Need to Have a reson ...
We do not need anything , we're just wasting time
.
Who knows - Avril Lavigne
Ocean slowly opened one eye, then the other. Calmly stretched, gave him a few kicks in
air, just to be sure that his legs were still there, and finally got up off the couch. How would
said his B. after such an afternoon nap just two and a half hours sleep beautiful, beautiful sleep!
snorted, annoyed.
L ' futility of that rainy autumn day was clear, so she judged it useless sufficiently to be spent unnecessarily on MSN.
Unbelievable but true, he found almost no one. Nobody, apart from Mr.
He thought long and hard before starting a conversation: one was one of the few friends who talked willingly using the Infernal Machine affectionate nickname of the messenger; hand trembled at the thought of sitting through the umpteenth conference Naruto Madara and Pain-something-nonsoché . Or worse, a pretty sickly sweet ode to the love of his life.
Yes, because GossipGirl-calling was not passed in time, in fact, deteriorated visibly. It was as if every day the face of Ocean became more and more reassuring, and she was increasingly popular for small to large denominations anyone who needed to talk a bit ', without fearing the consequences of his outburst.
- You. Sei. A. Santa. - Marta had marked, that very morning.
And she, like every time he had embarrassed smile, avoiding looking into his eyes A., worth an explosion of uncontrollable laughter.
Holy her ... but why?
Why listened with patience, everyone, even when everyone would pull the neck to your partner?
Why had that little face so tender, the eyes large and innocent so shamelessly?
Why do not bear malice, since she could always see the glass half full and laughing, always laughing, making others laugh with her?
This was one of the subjects preferred by the Honourable: but you , she said, as hell do not have problems?
And he got angry, even! But
have problems - problems of everyday life, because real problems were far from reckless bunch of sixteen year olds who were - it was just a matter of mind, and she had plenty of them, but could have them slip on, most times at least. The secret was all about showing others only the better part of himself, taking the worst for the moments of solitude.
So, to force others not to worry with their own troubles, ended up not even think about it yourself.
MontanaGirl X ~ x ¤ ¤ ¤ Batman lover. Enjoy your Snow Day writes:
Hey Mr! How are you?
Mr Jiraya * Dire Straits are the best! writes:
Ah, but then your PC has not exploded as I thought ...
MontanaGirl X x ~ Batman ¤ ¤ ¤ lover. Enjoy your Snow Day writes:
funny! I know that this stupid program sucks precious time and crash the computer. He has a kind of refusal to MSN, I can not explain ... Maybe he wants to protect me!
Mr Jiraya * Dire Straits are the best! writes:
Absolutely. As your sofa, which is falling are those who say bad words.
X MontanaGirl Batman lover ~ x ¤ ¤ ¤ . Enjoy your Snow Day writes:
Forget my divanuccio! It is true however, is a very sensitive mobile, him.
Mr Jiraya * Dire Straits are the best! writes:
I understand, we fly over. Rather, I have an important topic ... Did you see the range as the was tacked on, this worm disgusting??
Ocean took a deep breath and prepared for the virtual conference.
a person could use its unique "smile and nod" pretending to be very interested in, the phone was enough to some condescending. On the damn messenger instead, even was wasted in a series of eloquent emoticons to show sympathy to the national mourning - that she , the beloved, it was almost engaged. And not with the Honourable, no no.
MontanaGirl X ~ x ¤ ¤ ¤ Batman lover. enjoy your Snow Day writes:
Oh my dear friend .. oh my trusty companion for outings in comics ...
Mr Jiraya * Dire Straits are the best! writes:
Yes, yes, I understand. I'll stop.
MontanaGirl X ~ x ¤ ¤ ¤ Batman lover. Enjoy your Snow Day writes:
If I were not married to a twenty Hollywood actors sooo jealous, I'd say Daisuki desu.
Mr Jiraya * Dire Straits are the best! writes:
Thanks (whatever that means ...).
MontanaGirl X ~ x ¤ ¤ ¤ Batman lover. Enjoy your Snow Day writes:
Ignorant! You have not started studying a bit 'of giappu as prescribed by the psychologist (ie me)?
Mr Jiraya * Dire Straits are the best! writes:
Were not you become a psychiatrist?
MontanaGirl X ~ x ¤ ¤ ¤ Batman lover. Enjoy your Snow Day writes:
only B. in withdrawal symptoms u_u
Welcoming and praising you for having so ably put by i love dramas middle school, began to talk cheerfully about everything and more.
Mr Jiraya * Dire Straits are the best! writes:
silly girl, I thank you today. You made me come back in a good mood.
MontanaGirl X ~ x ¤ ¤ ¤ Batman lover. Enjoy your Snow Day writes:
You're welcome! It 'basically my job.
Mr Jiraya * Dire Straits are the best! writes:
you know ... but after hearing all sorts of nasty business, my you do not need any advice? Do not have a problem, a thought that haunts you, I know ... that something you need to talk? Do not ever feel the need to trust anything?
The girl approached her fingers to the keyboard, uncertain. For one, infinite time, he was tempted to tell what the came into his head for sixteen years, his dreams so desperately beautiful and elusive, of the thousands of secrets that would forever remain so, his mania to solve everything by itself, without admitting any more ... But it was too good to obey me, he stayed because he knew he would soon regret. Knew how to understand, but do not explain to others, and some things belonged to her, only she would never have shared , never . Despite his generosity so famous, was not prepared to grant the deepest part of himself, though it was good to be showing the others.
I best friend myself, this was her first commandment.
MontanaGirl X ~ x ¤ ¤ ¤ Batman lover. Enjoy your Snow Day writes:
No. None.
stood there, staring at those four syllables.
And for the first time he was grateful to the cold gray window edges, all those phrases in Times so impersonal; thanked her heart the screen that separated them, erasing any possibility of giving life , a real conversation, the same screen that hid his friend - and the world - the strange emotion reflected in her big blue eyes.
Title: Pinky and the Brain
Author: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=1){kind=small}
hikarylexy
Fandom: Original
Character: Blue Ocean
Prompt: # 6 Envy
Rating: G
Warnings: FlashFic!
Word Count: /
Desclaimer: the characters in this story are under exclusive property of the undersigned. Mohinder Suresh , and Elle Bishop Nathan Petrelli as Heroes in general, belong to Tim Craig. Pinky and the Brain, Animaniacs as belong to Warner Bros. Lindsay Monroe is a character from CSI New York, Catherine Willow s Csi-and-sufficient and both are Bukky, Zuccotto & ; company.
List: TABLE
Notes: addition to being the tiniest example of recycling in the economic history of neurons XD, this flash! Fic is set in the middle The School of (remember, I = III High School years), then the group is not yet in the last row, but at first (my fault for sending an idiot to take the seat earlier this year = _ =) and describes a key stage in the life of the Ocean .. indeed, Let's face it, this is an original piece of FanFic, one of the most idiotic-Tattersall-plausible, that there was too good for this prompt!
* I decided to write the full depth of my nickname, because the first time ever I will not go wrong, I too well, so even read XD survive, and secondly because something tells me he does not know the word Internet ( Moreover, there is the Historical Garzantine XD), third because it is too good! It is not an offensive nickname, but a corruption of his surname which is very long! *
the relatives of the "Family" include Ocean as a mother, A. and G. as daughters, B. as sister of the Ocean (wife brother's fictional).
* Ramaurthy Sendhil plays Mohinder Suresh on the television series Heroes. And it is slightly the love of my life * _ *
Pinky and the Brain
The desire to make friends with the ocean in a delayed-average age , between sixteen and sixteen years is around less twelve. After the two kind of acquisitions this year, as if we had not already Fagnani enough, came the announcement from my coordinator heart (or perhaps the heart of B. ... who knows ...) that a third newcomer would join the band.
The fateful day began, so, shit .
G. was for scouts. I will not quote the comment of B. in this regard.
And, as usual, I and A. Both wore the green jersey acid.
was one of those Mondays which are so addicted to Heroes that I could go bump into George Clooney without realizing it. I was sitting at my desk, still groggy and half Elle Bishop if I have to say it all. I stared at the bench G. so convinced that would materialize at any moment, that when ball with his usual grace morning (but found almost any time of day) told us that the lesson could begin, and consequently, who was not in class would have been sent with a football in this way to copy by hand the Historical Garzantine, all that came out of my mouth was an "ah", and quietly stretched, turned a bit 'to A., a bit' to world, a bit 'over the counter empty even deign to reply.
- Oc, is there anybody home?!? - I called out B., accomodatasi to his desk.
Normally, if G. is absent (which happens about twice a year), I call a place occupying the bench G..
voice B. came a little 'late. I had just quit the role of my Heroes of the heart, when the door opened. With a quick calculation, theorized that Edo was a bit 'soon, because the number one champion of late not bother to re-timetable extremis least eight zero five even with ball.
- Good morning. And 'This is the IE? -
ball forty-five degrees to rotate the head and peered at the newcomer through round spectacles.
I almost expected a "Identify yourself!" Would not at all out of tune with his style.
- Are you? -
- Bose. The new one. -
I directed my ears. What kind of name was Bose?
*** The idea that someone could have a last name like that I had never touched. And even though I would never have admitted, even under torture, it was getting in the way My sweetbreads, as Dad calls it, hope. Hope that the world was someone with a name such as to overshadow the coupled ocean Dura Blue, eh? ***
L 'Cute Little man squinted at the register and nodded to Mr. Bose . They came in quietly, smiling like a fashion show. There were several empty tables, a couple at the bottom, to Edo and the first bank to G.. All taken from the study of the newcomer (and indeed foreign damn equal to a one unidentified), I felt the warm reception he received from the back, already ready to make friends. Instead, turn your back to the chair, swerved to the right.
And hell, I've always said and I repeat: I'm not awake . I tried a leap into the Family, but Mr. Bose quickly slipped into the empty, separating from B..
- Hello. - Smiled at me even happier than before.
- Hello ... - Muttered desperately, trying in vain look in-law.
I watched carefully.
- Do you mind if I sit here? -
tilted a little 'head.
Oh God I'm a monster. This poor guy comes from nowhere, does not know anyone and I am treating you like crap!
- No, I figured. -
And so, suddenly, I asked.
- What's your name? -
For the first time in my life, I was deliberately exposing Supreme humiliation. Yet I felt that Mr Bose could not have a name worse than mine. Math.
- Sandhil. And you? -
To be honest, I'm not really convinced of that "and you?". Why not just told me his name, Sandhil , ossignoreiddiosantissimo, everything became clear. The curls blacks, semi-dark skin, ever since the fawn eyes that are found naturally. There he was, my profy .
- ... Sandhill as Mohinder? - boccheggiai.
He laughed.
In fact, the full meaning of my sentence was bad. Which they were entitled, for that matter? My situation was so tragic that even ball begins to remember Nathan Petrelli, needless to say what I could combine the unlikely with an Indian accent ( no, it was the suggestion ... that was an American accent! ) and face geneticist. Just missed the word "Virus Shanty" on the forehead.
- Terra Blue-Eyes calls. - Hummed.
- Blue Eyes-who, Gianduiotto?!? -
- Okay, quiet. Peace and love friend. If you do not tell me how you want your name? Paleface? -
Sbuffai.
- My name is Ocean. -
- Pleasure. -
skeptical, narrowed his eyes.
- Ocean. Ocean in English. Got it? -
- I understand Italian, thanks. -
I was almost offended. Why, even a little little little comment on my great name?
- The name Blue Blue as the ocean. - I added.
- Bose. As an Indian scientist. Infinitely more cool. -
- Sandhil your name and you have the surname of a scientist? - I stayed a while to fix it - I suck. - I declared at last.
Sandhil occasions to laugh merrily, while I shook my head and stacked all the contents of the backpack on the counter.
- What are you doing? -
- The Ball-Wall. -
- Aaaah. Sure. -
- He - nodded to the Sergeant Major sat in the chair - and balls. Symbol in code, a ball, of course, bowling blue. -
nodded without making any further questions and rested his elbows on the counter.
- What's happening? - Asked by sickly sweet little voice.
- I do not have the book. Share, Blue Ocean . -
- I'll explain how it works. If the sentence is Ocean, is omitted Blu and vice versa. -
- So I have to call or Blue Ocean? -
- Actually I would prefer Lindsay Monroe, but it 's a bit like. -
- Bah, New York. Stuff to newbies. I'll call Catherine Willows maximum. -
- But well, I see that we speak the same language. -
I smiled once again within three minutes.
- Paleface not good? -
- NO. - I hesitated - I call prof? -
Sandhil point me against his dark iris against which my blue looked more faded than ever.
- Only if I can call you Mignolo. -
