ElectricCircuslover: Okay, I finally type again after putting up with a bunch of bullshit .I'm feeling a little better, less darker in my mind by the way. However, my anger and hatred has grown tremendously…Memories… how painfully delightful. My father and his mother will pay for what they've done to me. Hell is the only place for them. I could've been normal. I could've had a normal family and a normal life. My father is the cause of all my pain. He is the reason why I'm so grim and hateful. If you were in my shoes, you'd understand. I'm sensitive to negative energy and guess what? I'm nothing but negative energy. I am a very angry person and there is no way anybody can get rid it, unless you dismember my father and his mother and bury them in the woods, then I would be happy. Oh well, enough of my crappy past.
I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry about this. Once I start talking about my…Unwanted family members. It always seems that Death is toying with my mind and my feelings. Forget about it.
Just try to enjoy the fixed-up chapter 1 thanks to Chickenloverx49.
It was an ordinary day on Kauai. The sun was shining and the weather was calm as it could get in the Hawaiian Islands. The Pelekai household has been has been a little calm. Still out of the ordinary, but hey, when you have a group of aliens, with one being pregnant and grumpy, I guess being out of the ordinary is ordinary for this family.
Nani was in her room sleeping, Lilo was still at hula school with Spring the Ghost, Jumba was working on one of his projects, while Pleakley was making clothes for the new residence of the family that were quickly approaching every day. Belle was out of the house somewhere with her soon-to-be-father, Yaarp, and Stitch and Angel were discussing things in their room.
"What should we name our children?" Angel wondered, rubbing her growing belly.
She's on her ninth month of her pregnancy. Angel and Stitch had one more month to go until they could have their children free. Unlike Angel's weight gain from the four babies, Stitch, however, began losing a lot of his weight and some of his stamina. He now looks tired and drowsy all the time. He can't wait until Angel will give birth and become nice again. Ever since that third week of her pregnancy, she's been nasty, rude, aggressive, assertive, commanding, and she's been very 'active' (if you know what I mean?).
The reason why Kristie gave Angel to Nani to keep was because of all that. Not just that, Angel would vomit on everything and she ate Gigi! Lucky for her, Gigi was vomited back up an hour later.
Jumba explained to the family that it wasn't her fault at all, and it was her animal instincts taking over her personality. Despite of all this, Angel wasn't always this bad. There were some days that she would be nice and friendly, and a lot of days, she would be angry enough to want to beat somebody up.
"Well, I like the name you said before. Was it, 'Stitchy' with a 'y?'" Stitch smiled nervously, waiting for Angel to blow up at anytime.
"No. I said 'Stitchie' with 'ie.' It resembles his father, but it has its own way of distinguishing itself. I love it. Now, we need a middle name for him. As well names for the other two (they've already named there first daughter Spring Angelina Petals. But they haven't named the other three in full). You know, I wonder if I'm going to be a good mother. I've been thinking on that topic on and off. Taking care of one is great, but four? I don't know if I can do it," Angel pouted, lowering her ears.
"There's nothing to worry about. Sure we were shooting for one and we somehow exceeded our budget. I don't care. Instead of one person to love, we have four. The love we give them will be more rewarding when it comes back to us. Plus, I'm not going to let you do it alone. I'm going to be there for you. After all, I'm the father, and the father's duty is to do all he can to insure the safety of the family. Also, you just don't have me, you have friends and family to help us. With all this help, I guarantee you will be a wonderful mother to them," Stitch comforted her, kissing her cheek.
"You're right. I can do this. Oh Stitch," Angel hugged him, "You always know how to make me happy," she said happily.
"He, he...Yeah," he said nervously.
(Flash back)
"I thought you said you wanted peanut butter?" Stitch coward himself in a corner, while Angel held the peanut butter in her paw. She looked madder than a hornet.
"I said, 'I need butter,' not peanut butter. You know darn well that the babies are allergic to peanuts! What are you trying to do? Kill them?!" Angel snarled.
"N,n, no, Angel. I just heard wrong. Please forgive me, my beautiful flower from Heaven," Stitch begged, hiding his face from Angel, using his arms.
"Oh, now you're going to give me those pretty names to make it look like I'm the bad guy!? That's not going to happen, bub! Here, you can have your baby killers!" Angel growled, moved his arms out of the way, shoved the jar in his mouth the jar in his mouth, and left the kitchen.
Stitch spat the jar out and made a deep breath, as he sat against the corner.
(Another occasion)
Jumba walked into the living room, finding Stitch on the couch with a face of pure horror.
"So, how was mating with 624?" Jumba chuckled.
"It was horrible! It's like making love to an elephant and the elephant always wants to be on top!" Stitch complained.
"Well, think about it, 626. You only have three months to go and 624 will be back to normal." Jumba kinda rubbed it in.
"That feels too long for me. I love her to death, I really do. But, she's so mean and commanding, I feel that I should leave her. But, I won't do that. I know better than that. I did this to her, I've got to stick with her. I was never expecting Angel to be this bad. She makes Nani look like a saint. The worst part of all is, I can never get a break from her, she want's to make-love to me until I break down like a machine. She's crazy. It just gets worse in that case, she wants to be on top of me all the time. You know how heavy and uncomfortable that is? Her stomach just crushes me to a pulp. I love her and the kids, but this has to end somehow?" Stitch sighed.
"Oh, so that's how you feel about me!? I'm just treating you like a work horse, is that it!? I guess I'm just ruining your life!?" Angel growled, standing at the doorway next to the couch.
'Crap. I'm in for it now,' Stitch thought, hopping off the couch and walking to his beloved Angel, who gave him a hot glare.
"How much did you hear?" Stitch wondered, waiting to get hit with something.
"Hmm, right about the part when you started insulting me! Does that help solve your question?! I came to get you so we could make-love and I stopped right here when you started talking to Jumba. Well, if you're going to be like that, I'm better off living in with Lilo. At least she doesn't complain about me. Humph!" Angel turned her back on him, crossing her arms.
"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," Stitch walked in front of her, who kept her glare, "It's just, you and the kids. You're beautiful regardless. I don't want to hurt your feelings anymore, but when you're on top of me, your weight crushes me and it hurts. I-" Stitch was silenced when Angel kicked him in the groins.
"That's how I feel when we don't do our 'business.' Your craydon gets rid of that pain. So get your furry butt back into our room and do this thing. Or I'm pretty sure 'the fat elephant of a wife' you love so dearly, will not be happy," Angel growled and walked off.
"You still want 624 for a mate," Jumba chuckled.
Stitch just gave him the finger.
(Back to the present)
"How's 'Lee' for a middle name?" Angel proposed.
"Hmm...Stitchie Lee Petals? I love it," Stitch agreed.
"Wow, a whole name. Stitchie Lee Petals sounds cute, like his father," Angel purred, crawling over to Stitch, who backed up from Angel.
"I know what you're thinking Angel. I don't want to make-love right now. Please don't do this to me," Stitch backed up against the bed board.
Angel growled and glared at Stitch, "Figures. You'll make-love to a beautiful body over a fat bitch like me," Angel snarled, sliding under a blanket, and slammed her face in her pillow, crying her heart out.
Stitch lowered his ears, "That's not what I'm thinking at all, Angel. I love you no matter what. You must understand, I can't keep doing this. I'm tired, weak, and I'm tired of-"
"Being crushed," Angel finished his words, rolling over on her side to face him, "I'm sorry, Stitch. I don't mean to be like this. But the pain 'down there' hurts really bad and your craydon is the only thing that gets rid of that pain. I don't know, maybe it's a hormone or the pain is just in my head, making me think it's there when it's not. I'm sorry, Stitch," she apologized, wiping her tears.
"I know, Angel. I want to apologize to you for saying things behind your back. I feel that every things my fault," Stitch lowered his ears, sitting down next to her.
"No, Stitch. It's my fault. I've really turned into a big jerk. You have every right to speak your mind, whether good or bad. It's not my fault, I'm this way, you know that, I know that, everybody knows that. But, you stayed, which I'm quite surprised and I'm happy, as well as proud of you. To me, that shows commitment and that's important for a growing family," Angel smiled.
Stitch smiled down at her and lifted up his ears, "Thanks, Angel. That really means a lot for me. So...Is there any room for me under the covers for me?" He asked, before pressing his lips on his mate's lips, locking them both in a passionate kiss.
"There's always room for a father," Angel purred, lifting up her covers.
Stitch crawled under the covers, getting onto Angel, kissing her with content. Angel put her paws on his back, rolled on top of him, and did her thing.
(1 hour and 27 minutes later)
Stitch stared down at his mate, who just slept peacefully with a big smile on her face, which would soon fade away once Shadow Stitch finds out she was in the dream world again.
"Thank goodness that's done," Stitch sighed, quietly rolling off the bed, and walking out the door, "At the rate I'm going, I'm going to be thinner than Chopsuey" he shook his head, walking into the living room, "Can you keep an eye on, Angel. I need to walk around town for awhile," Stitch asked his four-eyed creator, who sat on the couch watching the news.
"Looks like, 624 has wiped out 626's energy," Jumba chuckled, "Sure, 626. Having no problem with request," Jumba agreed, getting off of the couch.
"Thanks, Jumba. I really appreciate this," Stitch thanked and walked out the door.
Somewhere in the jungles of Kauai. A purple pod with the numbers, "622" on the top of it, sat in a bird's nest. The bird that made the nest came back with food for its chicks. Disappointed with the pods intrusion, the bird kicked the pod out of the nest.
The pod bounced off of the lower branches of the tree before hitting the ground and bouncing down a dirt hill. It hit a few rocks and boulders, before rolling into a thick patch of grass. The pod finally stopped when it hit a red pod with 123 written onto it, pushing the pod into a dirty puddle of water. (You know what happens now.)
The red pod was quickly replaced by a flash of light, revealing its contents instantly. When the light was gone, a pink Angel-like experiment with four-arms, with maracas in each paw, fruit on her head, and a lovely pink colored fur on much of her body (and you guys definitely know the rest of Carmen, right?).
"Eeew, eew, EEWW!" The experiment kicked around the dirty water, trying as hard as she could to get it off her fur.
Unknowingly, her little show managed to get water on the other pod, which of course activated (not surprising, really).
Out of nowhere, a flash of light flashed in her eyes and was instantly replaced by a blue 625ish experiment with green "V"s all over her body, and she was a lot more in shape than her lazier male counterpart.
"Where am I?" The 625ish experiment asked herself, looking at her surroundings with confusion.
"I don't know. I was just activated," the Angel-like experiment shrugged.
"Who are you?" The blue experiment inquired.
"I'm Experiment 123. Jumba calls me Carmen. I don't know why he did, but, oh well. I'm designed to make people dance until passing out. Do you like to dance?" Carmen wondered.
"Um, no. I just want to find a town or city and destroy something. If you want to help, just follow me. If not, stay out of my way," the blue experiment walked off.
"Sure," Carmen followed, walking next to her acquaintance.
"What is your name and powers?" Carmen asked her, feeling a bit of curiosity.
"I"m Experiment 622. I guess I'm some sort of 'Super Soldier'," 622 replied, bending her fingers at the 'Super Soldier' part, "But, I'm more into destroying then fighting. My fingers act as weapons, firing 20 different types of weaponry. I have the ability to teleport, however, It gives me away by making that 'warping noise' and it's bright. I also have the ability to turn invisible for as long as I want and I can lift 1,000 times my own weight. You can say that I'm the top of the experiment food-chain," 622 bragged.
"That's great and all, but what if you were looking for a mate? I'm pretty sure a pretty male wouldn't want to have a female stronger than him. They probably would be intimidated or they just wouldn't find her attractive, which I believe to be a bunch of hoo-ha if you ask me. I think I find it degrading for men to try to downsize us. Anyways, they just won't want to have a female stronger than them, bottom-line," Carmen pointed out.
"Ptss, so what. I'm staying single, I don't need a weak male to slow me down. For all I care, they can move to another planet and I wouldn't care," 622 spat on a nearby tree.
"Sounds lonely. I want a strong man with big muscles, nice figure, and big male appendage. The very thought of that makes me tingle with joy," Carmen said excitedly, cringing with joy.
"Oh please. Get a life. Seriously, Carmen. There's no such experiment as what you dream about. We are expensive products created by a mad scientist, who just wants to conquer the galaxies. Do you think Jumba would create a mate for all 622 of us? He doesn't care about any of us other than our capabilities. We're just products of a deranged lunatic," 622 said coldly.
"Still. I'm going to keep picturing the man of my dreams. You can think of your own stuff and I'll think of mine," Carmen said, happily thinking of her desires.
622 just rolled her eyes continuing to walk up the hill. When they finally made it to the top, 622 smiled evilly, finding her dreams about to come true, "Now this is more like it," she cried with glee running off towards the town.
"Hey! Wait up!" Carmen ran off after her.
(In town)
"Wonder what my life will be like now that I'm going to have kids," Stitch wondered, lying down on the park bench, starring up at the sky, "I would have two boys to play rough with. Football would be good option. Angel would have two girls to spend time with. I guess this works out for both of us. Sigh, kids. I wonder what abilities they're going to inherit? The possibilities could be endless really. I hope they'll like me. This father deal may not be as hard as I thought. I don't know. Why am I talking to myself about this anyways?" Stitch sighed, sitting up.
After he sat up, he heard people screaming and two female voices laughing, along with some weapon fire. Stitch immediately got off of the bench and ran over to the source of the noise. He hopped a few buildings, nearly falling off of one. He eventually found the source of the commotion, finding the two female trouble makers from the top of a building, staring down at the two with interest. He hopped off the building, landing in a nearby palm tree.
With such quickness, Stitch climbed down the tree and walked up to the female trouble makers.
"Um, excuse me ladies," Stitch tapped the blue experiment on the shoulder.
622 turned around, but the evil smile she had turned into pure nervousness. Carmen just cringed with happiness.
"Can you please stop destroying my hometown? I don't really want to use force on you two," he warned them casually.
"Why? We were made for doing this? Why are you telling me what to do anyways? I'm Experiment 622. I'm top of the experiment food chain. Until other experiments are made, I'm public enemy number one, buddy," 622 growled, making an angry face.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, 622, but I'm Experiment 626, and Experiment 627 is the last experiment (or so he thinks anyways). So please stop this or I will," Stitch growled.
622's face took a nervous look again, "Well...Uh, okay. We're sorry Experiment 626. We'll stop," 622 lowered her head.
'Why am I letting him stop me? How come I'm being so agreeable? Am I...? No. It can't be. I'm staying single. I'm...'
"I love you," 622 said calmly, making her and Stitch blush.
"Um...I'm-"
Before Stitch could say the words, Gantu wrapped Carmen and 622 up in a net and quickly put them in a black capsule with a large red dot in the middle, "HA! I got these two right from under you," Gantu laughed, putting the capsule on his back, "I spent all my savings for this capsule. Just for 622. There's no way she can teleport out of this capsule and it's you proof, trog. You're lucky I didn't have enough room for you, 626. But, here's a souvenir," Gantu said, quickly wrapping Stitch up in a net, "Aloyha," Gantu laughed, and ran off into the nearby jungle, feeling victorious.
When Stitch finally freed himself, Gantu was gone. He felt really bad now. As he lowered his head, he could pick up the strong scent of egg salad. He smiled and followed the scent.
(In the Jungle)
Gantu ran for his dear life, knowing that his nemesis could've broken out of the net at any time of his departure into the jungle. He was expecting a big paycheck for the 622 and Carmen, "I can't believe I'm going to teleport two valuable experiments. I wonder what I'm going to do with my two paychecks?" Gantu wondered, feeling very confident in himself.
As he ran, out of nowhere, a palm tree was slammed into his face, knocking him to the ground. The next think he saw, was a flying bee's nest in the air, smashing open on his face. He panicked and tried getting the bees off, unaware that Stitch was sneaking the capsule off his back. Once he did, Gantu ran off, with any angry swarm of bees chasing him and the honey and other bees on his face.
Stitch easily broke the pod in half with ease, criticizing it once the female experiments fell on the ground (never buy merchandise from a galactic catalog. 95% of the products are no good).
"You saved me!" 622 tackled Stitch and started kissing him all over his face.
Carmen glared at her with jealousy in her eyes. In her jealousy, she pushed 622 off Stitch and starting making-out with him, making his eyes blow completely open.
Stitch managed to get Carmen off of him and backed away from the female experiments and stopped at a tree. The female experiments looked so love-struck and lusty (for some reason they remind me of 'Jaws' the movie. Don't know why, but they do) and Stitch could see that on their faces.
"I already have a mate! I'm going to be a father soon!" Stitch blurted out.
The female experiments were crushed. Carmon even started balling "I finally find the man of my dreams and now he's been taken by another female experiment. Why!?" She cried into her paws.
622 really looked heart-broken, "Oh...I'm sorry 626. I didn't know," 622 apologized, hanging her head down.
"I'm really sorry, ladies. I already have a mate and she's carrying my four children. There are other men on this island other than me. I'm pretty sure they would really love you both. I mean, you two look so Angelic and beautiful. Boy, I even feel succumbed to your girl's beauty," Stitch complimented, lying on the last portion of it.
The two female experiments blushed, "That's the nicest thing anyone has said to me, 626," 622 thanked.
"You don't have to call me that. I'm Stitch Romantico Petals. Just call me Stitch. I don't feel ready for the Mr. Petals yet," Stitch told 622, still keeping his back pressed against the palm tree.
"'Stitch', huh? Can you give me a name? I would really love it," 622 put her paws on her back and played with the dirt with her foot.
"Hmm...How about Sandy? Sounds as romantic as a beautiful beach during a gorgeous sunset," Stitch lied, really thinking of 625.
"You have such a way with words, Stitch. That gives the name 'Sandy' a beautiful image for me. I love it! Sandy it is," 622 proclaimed, really squeezing him in a hug.
"I think we should get going. Come on. I'll show you two the ropes," Stitch walked past the woman.
"Sure," they both agreed.
As all three of them were walking back to town, both female experiments were still thinking of a way to hook up with their "True Love."