raVen speaks:
Hey all! I finally decided to post the first chapter and see how all of you respond. This is my billionth attempt at a story, after all. I have about… -counts- …19 seven-to-ten-page-long stories that I started, but never finished. The reason, I found out, is motivation. So I figured, if I don't want this story to die, like the rest of them, I have to post it and get myself a few die-hard fans who would urge me on.
So! This story's about Experiment 628, his life, emotions, and everything that turned around him. I plan for a lot of action, cuddly parts, dramatic parts, and of-course, the dark moody parts, as 628 learns what life has in store for him, and how he comes to terms with his destiny.
Greatly inspired by Great Red Dragon's stories: Before Perfection, Elisir and Light on the Mayo. He promised he'll never leave me, so where's he now…? I hate and despise him… but I will always love him for what he meant to me and will always and forever hope that he might come back to me. Miss you.
And I wasn't honest last time, so, in truth, this story has also been greatly inspired by Kenjaje / Cyradith. Go read his stories (Chronicles of the Elusive Angel, Blue Werewolf) here on to find out why.
Legal Issues:
I don't own the movie 'Lilo and Stitch' or 'Stitch: The Movie', or the series. Lilo, Stitch, Nani, Pleakley, Jumba, David, Gantu, Hamsterviel, the Grand Council Woman, Turo, the Experiment race, the turian language, and everything else in the movies and series all belong to Disney.
Hawaii and Kauai are real places. They exist. Go visit them. Though none of the buildings described herein actually exist in reality in Hawaii. If they do, then it's merely coincidental, as this is a piece of fiction, unless otherwise stated by me.
Experiments 628, 537, 600 and 426 are mine, though, and they belong to me, raVen. Touch them and DIE! (Ask me to touch them, I'll probably say yes 98 of the time, but if you don't, I can sue!)
The story was written, dreamt up and posted, by me, raVen. It is also edited by me, unless stated otherwise.
Henceforth, everything not mentioned above, belongs to me, raVen, or their respective owners.
Also note:
There's various oddities in here that might upset most people, such as violence, crude language, implied sexual scenes and language and homosexuality; but nothing too extreme or vulgar, and it's safe to assume a PG-13 setting for now.
So, now that I have that out of the way, here's my story!
Breathe
© by raVen
Editor: Kenjaje
Introduction
A limitless form drifted through the ether and essence of existence... and suddenly, it was confined; limits, boundaries, grew around it, new sensations flooded its being... the first discernable feeling was self-awareness... and then the question. Always the question.
Why?
Then more sensations flooded in... the self-awareness expanded somewhat, and became simple awareness... this awareness then flooded and spilled outwards until it filled every crevice of the shell... and with it came the feelings... a prickling, and then, pain. A burning pain right in the centre of its awareness.
Awareness then grew further, into the surroundings... Beeping. A constant, rhythmic beeping... but it was fluctuating, beeping fast, then at a medium pace, then fast once more... then shivers, convulsions, as its entire being shook.
"6-2-8... breathe," came a voice. But nothing happened. There was a sigh.
"6-2-8... Breathe," came the voice, a little more stern this time. Once more nothing.
"6... 2... 8...! Breathe!" came the voice once more, this time loud and commanding. But still to no avail. The beeping started increasing now, the medium pace was not at all so medium anymore, and the fast bits where almost one constant beep. The large figure behind the tinted glass pressed the intercom button.
"Damn it! Breathe, before you die!" The voice was close, nearby, and loud... a sting was felt at the tip of the awareness... the words had meaning as well...
... die? Death. Cease of existence. But I must do anything to stay alive. Alive? Persist in existing... but there's a threat at this moment... I must stay alive...
The shockingly vivid-white creature in the tank quivered and shook, and a breath was taken. It coughed and choked as the air burnt its lungs... but oh, it felt so good... it sucked in more and more air till it reached a constant level. The beeping returned to a medium pace.
"There... good. Being breathing for to stay alive..." the figure behind the tinted windows wiped the sweat from his forehead and took his finger off the intercom.
Jumba Jookiba stared at the glass cylinder in the middle of the white, circular area filled with lights, all shining on the cylinder. His rear set of eyes kept an eye on the control panel in front of him. The cylinder was filled with a blue liquid, and in it, a white creature was drifting in a fetal position, several pipes extended down from the top of the cylinder to its face.
Who? Where am I? What am I? Why am I here? Why am I? What's this I'm feeling? What is this voice? What is... what is I? What is me? How did I... I am... I is me... it is the self... self is defined by the existence... the existence is what is there... here... I am here, so therefore, self is me, self is I... I am me. Then... how did I- where did I come from?
The darkness of the new being was penetrated by a sudden blue glow that became to sharp to bear, and the creature flinched, subconsciously moving its one arm to cover its mesmerizing eyes from the source of pain. Jumba made notes and dimmed a few of the lights to a more bearable level.
"Being good so far."
The creature's eyes was astonishing to behold… where Stitch had solid black colored eyes, this creature had a type of resonating blue color that seemed to change in shade and tint as the angle of light did. If looked at from the side, its eyes would seem purplish, but from in front, it was a deep, radiant blue. In bright light, they seemed to suck you in if you looked at them long enough, and in the dark, they gave off a feint blue glow.
Millions of questions raced through its head. And at once, all instincts, bodily function information, memories, greater feelings, its previous form, the questions, all, just flooded in and shot through its mind at speeds too great to fathom.
The beeping once again rose to a critical level, and Jumba dropped his notepad as the creature started convulsing. It shook and spasmed and grabbed at its head... the blue liquid was tinted pink as it bled from its nose.
Jumba pressed controls, swore, looked around in panic, and glanced at monitors.
"Suffering major hemorrhaging!" he shouted. The creature writhed and turned around. Jumba saw this and swore again.
"Be still! Will choke self in life-equipment!" he shouted at it through the glass. He slammed his fist on the control panel in helplessness and stared as the creature writhed for a few seconds more, and then it stopped... it drifted quietly, its head facing away from Jumba, and his right arm outstretched, caught in one of the tubes. Jumba stared a few seconds, paid good attention to the constant beeps coming from the machine, and sunk into his chair. He said one or another deity's name loudly and rubbed his temples.
"Am getting to old for this."
Chapter 1
"... has reduced the planet Strajor in the Epsilon system to ruin... no weapons seem to be effective against this monstrosity, and its strength is too great for our forces to have any effect in melee combat. The Grand Council Woman had spoken about this earlier... here she is:"
The small screen, part of the round red communicator that Jumba now held in his hand, changed to where the Grand Council Woman was standing on a porch, overlooking a large public square where thousands of aliens stood to listen to what she had to say.
"The Galactic Defense Industries are doing what they can to counter-act this threat. Citizens are advised to not resist this creature, as it will only harm those who wish to harm it. I am also to strongly advise residents of surrounding systems and planets to keep some sort of space-worthy escape craft ready to leave on shortest notice. The Grand Council are still deciding on what to do in relevance to this threat."
"Your Excellency! Where did this creature come from?" called a random reporter from the crowd.
"This creature is none other than a creation of the twisted mind of former GDI scientist, Jumba Jookiba." Jumba smiled and sat up, puffing his chest out a bit with pride.
"If he created this creature, he can stop it!"
"What're his demands?"
"Pay the madman whatever he wants!"
"Think of our offspring!"
"Silence! ...I assure you all! Total effort has been made to contact the scientist, to no avail!" A ripple went through the crowd... it was obviously not apparent that he was free.
"Is he not in prison?" came a call, amongst hundred others.
"Silence!" An enforcer (the red lizards in the white suits from the movie) nearby let a shot of plasma loose into the air. The people quieted.
"He has been banished to beyond the outer rim. A place that is barely chartered and contains no sentient life whatsoever for light-years around, and no technology or fuel is available for him to return. If only we could contact him in some way," the Grand Council Woman then looked, for some weird reason, directly at the camera of the news-station Jumba was viewing, "...we would ask of him to come to our aid as soon as possible." Her gaze remained stern for a few seconds, and then returned to the crowd.
"Why would he help us?"
"Are we doomed?" and similar shouts rose up as Jumba closed the little communicator and frowned as he stared at the white creature in the tank. A feeling of urgency was now buried just above his stomach. Luckily, Nadeo, an old friend of Jumba's, had contacted him several weeks before and warned him of that he had seen a red experiment consume a very rare and exotic crystal in the back of his own laboratory on Turo. Jumba could only guess what this crystal was, as he had heard rumors of it before.
"Am busy already, woman. Not fearing, help will being arriving soon enough..." he said morbidly and got to work.
"Not that one, Stitch!" Lilo groaned and walked to the cupboard herself and took out the red dress.
"Naga, patooka! Nikka gretta cramiga ju---tagga-tagga!" Stitch protested and pointed at the green one he had in his other paw.
"But that's for beach-Wednesdays... you know that by now..."
"Naga besta." Stitch mumbled and replaced the green dress. When he turned around, Lilo had already started getting out of her pajamas. Stitch gasped and slammed his arms over his face.
"Soka!" he mumbled and walked into the nearby wall, as he searched for the elevator.
"Soka..." he said again, and walked into the book-case, throwing off some books and sea-shells.
"Soka...!" he groaned once more.
"Stitch? What are you doing?"
"Huh?" He said and opened his arms somewhat, afraid of what he might see... but Lilo was fully dressed. He dropped his hands.
"Ju jisha..." he said and stared, slightly surprised.
"I know. Now let's get breakfast!" she said and walked to the elevator, swinging and clapping her hands. Stitch stared after her and she smiled at him as the elevator went down.
"Heh... gashooka..." he mumbled when he was alone a few seconds... then in a burst of energy, scuttled to the elevator and down the pipe to the bottom, past Lilo who was still on the stairs ("Hey!") and into the kitchen. Nani was at work already, and had left some pancakes and syrup. Stitch stuffed two of the pancakes into his mouth and squirted syrup until he could barely close his mouth. He swallowed it all in one gulp.
"Stitch!" Lilo said with disbelief from the door. She stood there gaping. Stitch's ears lowered somewhat and he looked from her to the syrup bottle and back again with a sheepish grin.
"Heh. Stitch hungry...!" he said and replaced the bottle.
"It's amazing you haven't choked yet... or swallowed your own tongue…!" Lilo said and pushed a chair over to the pancakes, getting herself one of the last two, and neatly squirting some syrup on it. Stitch was eying the coffee-machine. Lilo took her plate to the table and put it on top, pushing the chair back and taking a seat.
"Don't even think about it." She said when she noticed his sneaky behavior as he moved past.
"Aaaaw..." he mumbled, and his arms and ears dropped. He looked at Lilo with large watery eyes. Lilo stared at him for a moment and played with her fork.
"... oh okay... you can have some. But only if we go, okay?" Stitch's mood lifted considerably and everything seemed to spring back up, his ears, his smile and his arms, which were applauding excitedly.
"Yah yah!" he said eagerly and took a seat across from Lilo, doing his best to look as bored as he could, which wasn't much trouble.
After Lilo had finished eating, she got her bag and Stitch helped himself to... all the coffee.
Lilo returned from her room to find Stitch oddly still, slouched forward, ears three-quarters of the way up, as if waiting for something to happen. He looked at Lilo, without turning his head, when she came in. She was smiling.
"Well. Let's go!" she said... something was wrong, Lilo was stifling a laugh. Stitch now fully looked at Lilo with a suspicious tilt of his head.
"Ju... naga..." he said softly and looked at the coffee pot.
"Ju naga takasha coffee katagga!" he said, with a true sounding 'hurt'-tone to it, like he was gonna cry, and pointed to the coffee-flask. He looked at Lilo for an answer to his unasked question... but the answer was apparent.
Decaf.
He drooped his shoulders and gave some kind of whimper, defeated, falling face-first to the counter-top. Lilo chuckled and looked triumphant.
"Was all my idea too! Jumba told me you get a energy rush from the coff...caffe-een. So I asked Nani to get some without it!" she said and threw her arms apart, striding from the room. Stitch looked up and growled.
"Lilo patootie!" he shouted, jumping off the counter and walking after her, arms crossed; a pout on his face.
"Just think of all the trouble I'm saving you! You won't break things, and Nani won't bore us all to death with her yelling! Everyone's happy," Lilo said as she held open the door.
"Except miga..." Stitch mumbled. If he had pockets, his hands would be in them right now; but he pulled at his eyelids instead with a low growl as he walked past her, out the door.
"Don't worry! You'll still get coconut-cake whenever Nani makes some..." she said and closed the door.
"Wait!" came a shout from inside. Lilo opened it, finding Pleakley with two very full glasses of purplish liquid. He was looking at them with his eye, keeping them in balance.
"What's that?" Lilo asked, pointing with disgust at the thick liquid. Stitch sniffed the air.
"I don't know! Jumba wants it... it's very sweet, so I got myself some too..." Pleakley said like it was the greatest idea ever.
"Where is Jumba? He hasn't been here for a while..." Lilo said and looked into the house, just before she closed the door.
"He's in his ship, working on something big and secret!"
That did it. Both Lilo and Stitch's attention was caught.
"What?"
"Gabba?"
"I don't know... he doesn't want to tell me... but I'll find out now... he's sure to tell me now that I'm helping him!" His eye stretched.
"... But what if he's busy with his evil science again?" he looked at the glasses like they were snakes.
"I could be helping him with his bad-science!"
"Jumba won't do bad things again... he's good now! And... After what happened with 6-2-7, he promised not to anyway."
"I don't know..." Pleakley's mood swung again. "Oooh! Better go find out...!" he said eagerly and hurried down the stairs and into the forest, along the path that Jumba had made with his larger-than-average body.
"Jasha shakadda..." Stitch mumbled.
"We can sneak into his ship when we get back and find out..." Lilo said in a whisper.
"Jumba make new cousin?" Stitch enquired. Lilo thought for a moment.
"With all the cousins still left to find? Being a big genius, Jumba would be pretty dumb if he did that. He has so many, so why make more?" she said with a giggle.
"Besides. He made a promise not to make more…" She frowned and looked at the forest. "What was that purple stuff?"
"Shooka-nikpikka," Stitch replied plainly.
"Eeeu!" Lilo said and frowned, pulling her hands up to her chest.
"Why do they wanna drink that?
"Naga besta." They paused for a few moments, wondering what Jumba was up too when Lilo broke the silence.
"Come-on. We're late for hula class!"
"Ih!"
The hula class finished, amazingly uneventful, until...
"My mom brought us some ice-cream for after the class." Myrtle said with her usual air of superiority and her shadows, or 'friends', applauded eagerly. They all circled Myrtle, who was holding a two-liter tub of the stuff. Lilo looked up from where she was rubbing the soles of her feet on the stage.
"Can I have some?" she asked, innocent enough. Myrtle looked up just as she was about to dig into the tub with a table-spoon along with the rest.
"Pff. Wierdlo, you're fat enough already without ice-cream to make you even fatter..."
"Yeeeeaah!"
"I'm not fat!" she said, stomping her foot on the stage and balling her fists. They ignored her and kept on eating ice-cream. Moses was absent from the room, talking with Myrtle's mother outside. Lilo walked to Stitch, who was playing with his saliva behind stage. He was hanging from the wall, making large drops of saliva do bungee-jumps. Lilo waved to him. "Come on... let's go home..."
"Oketaka!" Stitch said and the long slimy tendril of saliva snapped, splatting on the wooden floor. He was overly excited now that the boring wait was over. As they walked to the front door Lilo paused at the bunch of girls. "Can I at least ask what flavor it is?"
"...hm... coconut-cream..." Myrtle mumbled with her mouth full. Stitch's ears shot up, and, having been denied his simple pleasures all day long, began drooling at once.
"...heehee... bakka-nidookida!" he mumbled and ran towards them.
"Stitch! No!"
"...hey! What're you-? Hey!" Stitch pulled away one of the girls and grabbed for the ice-cream while the rest screamed and ran in different directions.
"Mommy!" Myrtle yelled and ran for the door. Stitch dumped all the ice-cream in his mouth and chewed it a bit before swallowing. Lilo simply stood with a hand on her forehead.
"What's going on here? Girls! Girls!" Moses said, coming inside and quickly motioning for all of them to calm down.
"What is it, Myrtle?"
"Lilo's crazy dog attacked us...!" she looked back, and gasped. Stitch was standing innocently next to Lilo, the empty tub next to him. "And he ate all our ice-cream!" Myrtle's mom frowned and looked up.
"Oh... that's okay honey, we'll just buy you some more..."
"No! She should buy it!" Myrtle shouted and pointed. Lilo crossed her arms and Stitch's ears lowered.
"It's okay, it's okay... there's plenty more-"
"It's her dog who ate it, and I want her to buy me new ice-cream!" Myrtle's mom sighed, rolling her eyes. "I'll go phone her sister..." Moses said and walked away, shaking his head.
raVen speaks:
And that's about it for now. Let me know what you guys think, and I'll get the next chapter done. All suggestions are not only welcome, but rather needed, and so is constructive criticism that'll help me better this story. Thanks for reading!