The Last Eliminator
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A Plucky Little Puffball
Hello, everyone! I need to do some EXTREME updating today.....before I can get to my homework (I normally turn in early, but tonight, I'm staying
up quite late ^^) to finish everything in advance before an early start tomorrow-five a.m. :D Wish me luck on my projects-I need a spree of
Fanfiction for missing yesterday.
Right now.
Ah, forgive me for blabbering on, ma cheries. Take care...and I was going to quit work on Love thy godfather, godmother, and godson....
But expect an update on that soon. ^^ Please tell me if I should continue.
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Everyone and everything has a breaking point-even stone. Stone can break quite easily if you apply enough pressure.
But although stone will break, it simply will not bend in its resolve.
And the plucky little puff ball had quite been beyond that.
For Poof, his breaking point had to be Timmy. HIS brother, his friend, his, as Timmy put it, partner-in-crime....
It had been far too long already. Even if it meant..."borrowing," as Timmy had a habit of putting things whenever he made a convenient visit to
NASA....
Even as the little fairy gave one last look at the ship behind him, he simply fluttered away into the distance, resisting the urge to sob.
He was doing this for Timmy.
Timmy.
The violet orbs-normally so soft-narrowed.
He never wanted to leave Timmy behind, even though the ten year old had insisted that Mummy and Daddy take their long awaited family
vacation.
And for days-way, way, WAY too long to the little fairy-Timmy had been taken away.
He'd thought it had been bad enough when the dreaded wraith his parents had never liked speaking about-even around Timmy-had selected the
ten year old to act as its new heart.
But Cosmo and Wanda didn't see that yet. And without the three wands-which had long since died out after Timmy's final act with them-there
really wasn't much they COULD do for this fraction of the Darkness.
Except pull Timmy out of it once again. They'd done it once-and, frightening as it had been, the three days of peace on Earth simply weren't
ENOUGH for Poof.
Not when Timmy was locked away in shadow.
Had the Eliminator already taken him away into the Darkness? Poof would jump in himself if he had to! If Mum and Dad would simply try to
TRAVEL on their own-!
If a baby not seven months old had to handle this, then fine. If all was lost, he'd drop his wand, and pour himself into his emotions as much as
possible.
When Poof was happy, good things happened.
Sad-quite the opposite.
Angry? Well....
A small smile made its way to Poof's face.
It wasn't a very pretty sight-especially after he had melted down on the star crater in the Vegan system. After the intense sorrow had broken
away, rage-indestructible, fiery rage had brewed in the small fairy like a wild torrent.
Even when Timmy grew of age and the fairies had to leave-Poof didn't want to leave him. He had a backup plan for that eventuality.
But that was another story altogether.
If the darkness truly WAS past the hotaru isles-it had to have Timmy by now. Poof would be swallowed-and be able to join up with the ten year
old.
And then....
The fairy paused, looking somewhat crestfallen.
Um....
...what then?
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Kanone stared at the little...thing with narrowed eyes.
Fairy infants. Despicable little creatures. Wasn't there a ban of such insolent brats in Fairy....
Ah.
This was the scrap of life Turner had wanted his godparents to have.
A smile crossed Kanone's weatherbeaten face. He silently soared forward's, one good butterscotch eye glinting.
The fairy probably wanted Turner....the Darkness wanted Turner....
And he wanted the boy.
Preferably, not breathing.
Why not give everyone what they-
Kanone had little time to manage an evil trademark smile, seeing as, at one hundred and ninety miles an hour, a blast of fire narrowly avoided
striking him square in the back.