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. Ocean Blue Envy.

Title: Pinky and the Brain

Author: hikarylexy

Fandom: Original

Character: Blue Ocean

Prompt: # 6 Envy

Rating: G

Warnings: FlashFic!

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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.

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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. -