Disclaimer: I'm only saying this once. I don't own Lilo and Stitch or any of its characters. Disney owns those. But Basha, Komadjie, Dana, Cirrus, Ayala, Estelle, and experiments 188, 189, 024, and probably a few more I've forgotten belong to me. Got it? Good!
Even though this story isn't complete, I've decided to post it. If I don't, it'll never get done. So enjoy and as always, reviews are appreciated!
"Cirrus! Ayala!"
No answer.
"Cirrus, Ayala! Come out right now! This isn't funny!"
No answer.
Basha let out a frustrated growl. She didn't exactly like kids, so why did she have to baby-sit her little cousins?
'Simple. Because nobody else will,' she answered herself.
Basha had grown into a pretty young experiment. If she were a human, she would have been sixteen. She still had her pink markings over white fur, and her parents had refused to let Jumba dock her tail.
"Cirrus! Ayala!"
Basha raised her nose, trying to catch the scent of her cousins.
Cirrus and Ayala were the children of Stitch and Dana. Ayala took after her mother, resembling a deer on its hind legs. Her fur was dark blue with white eye circles, a golden stomach, and a little white spot above her right eye. Cirrus had beautiful light blue fur with patches of white. He looked like a piece of cloudy summer sky, hence his name. Cirrus's body shape was exactly like his father's, except for the two gold horn nubs forming on the top of his head.
To the untrained eye they were adorable, well-behaved experiment pups. But anyone who had the unfortunate task of watching them soon found out their true nature. Basha had tried to take them for a walk that day-something that should have been a simple task. The first chance the pups got, they took off into the brush and vanished from their babysitter's sight.
Now Basha was forced to look for them. She gathered her breath to call again when her sensitive ears caught the sound something coming from the beach.
It was the sound of innocent, childlike laughter. With Cirrus and Ayala, that almost always meant trouble.
Basha ran as fast as she could.
She saw them near the shore, kneeling in front of something dark and wet. Each held a piece of driftwood, which they used to repeatedly jab the thing.
"Do you think he's evil?" Cirrus asked his sister.
"He smells evil," Ayala replied, wrinkling her muzzle in disgust.
"Should we tell Basha?"
"No, let's poke him a little while longer."
"Hey, get away from that!" Basha yelled. Cirrus and Ayala looked up at their angry, approaching baby-sitter. "Didn't I tell you not to run off?"
Ignoring her scolding, the pups each took one of her paws and pulled her over to the thing, both talking excitedly.
"Basha, Basha! We found a body!" Cirrus reported as if he'd just found a box of candy.
"WHAT?!" The second she got a close look at it, Basha's eyes shot wide open. It was obviously an experiment and looked to be male, covered with silky fur so dark it was almost black (though on closer inspection, you could see it was midnight blue.) The fur of his chest and stomach was several shades lighter. He had the typical experiment nose, but his ears, hanging over his back, resembled those of a rabbit and not a bat. His long tail ended in a set of fins. He had a set of gills on each side of his neck, though they were hidden against his fur. And each of his four webbed paws was equipped with long, deadly looking, silver claws.
Basha knelt down besides his supine form and pressed an ear to his chest. Amazingly, she could still hear his heart beating!
"Can we keep it? I bet Lilo could reanimate it and make it our servant!" Ayala suggested.
Basha looked sternly down at the little pups. "First of all, Lilo cannot reanimate ANYTHING. Second of all, she wouldn't because this is an experiment like you and me. And third of all, he isn't dead!" She quickly hoisted the experiment onto her back without any difficulty. Then she spoke to the twins, trying to keep her voice calm. "Now come on, we need to take him back to your house. If we hurry, maybe Jumba can save him."
With that, she started running as fast as she could towards the Pelekai house. Cirrus and Ayala followed her, trying to help by holding up the experiment's dragging tail.
Twelve minutes later and panting for breath, Basha burst through the dog-door, still carrying the unconscious experiment.
"Someone help me!" she cried out. Panic began to rise in her mind. What if nobody was home?
Thankfully, she heard the sound of feet a moment later. Soon Pleakley, Jumba, and Stitch appeared. They all wore confused expressions that faded when they saw the experiment Basha was carrying.
Basha set him down on the floor and turned to Jumba. "I think he's hurt. Can you help him?"
At first, nobody answered. They just stared, looking completely shocked. Then-
"AHHH!! Basha, do you realize who that is?" Pleakley screamed. When all he got from Basha was a raised eyebrow, he continued. "That's experiment 188, the little monster who almost killed your mother! Finish him off now before he wakes up!" Pleakley grabbed the nearest heavy object, which happened to be a vase. He was about to bring it down on the experiment's head when Jumba gently stayed his hand, still looking as if he'd seen a ghost.
"This is not 188," Jumba said simply. Without another word, he gathered the experiment up in his arms and headed into his lab. The remaining three exchanged worried glances.
"What happened, Basha?" Stitch asked.
"I don't know," she shrugged. "Cirrus and Ayala-oh, by the way, they're playing outside-they found him on the beach. Do you know who he is?"
"I don't know," Stitch replied. "I don't remember ever seeing him in the lab."
Pleakley shook his head. "I still don't trust him. Anything that looks that much like 188 can only be reeking of evil!"
Jumba refused to let anyone in until the experiment had awoke, saying that too many people would cause it to panic.
Basha, Stitch, and Pleakley now sat around the entrance to the lab, exchanging theories on the mysterious creature that ranged from logical to downright strange.
"Maybe he's an experiment from someone else's lab," Stitch suggested.
"Or maybe he's a fish that got into some radioactive waste and mutated!"
"You've been hanging around Lilo too much, Basha. I still think he's one of Jumba's secret experiments that's going to break out and slit all our throats while we sleep!" Pleakley said.
"You are all wrong," came a voice from the door. There stood Jumba, looking grim. He beckoned them to follow him and all four went into the lab. The creature was awake now, contained in a reinforced, soundproof glass cage. His large eyes darted wildly, looking for a chance to escape. Basha was instantly angered at his treatment.
"Jumba, why is he in a cage? He didn't do anything!" she protested.
"Because, my little one, he has instinct for to kill anythink he sees," the scientist replied.
"So he's an experiment?" Pleakley asked.
"Vell, yes and no. I had stinkink suspicion of who he vas, and ran DNA test. Look here." Jumba turned to a computer-type machine with what looked like a funnel on the top. There on the screen, along with some Turian words, were two pictures, each accompanied by the male or female symbol. One showed an experiment with fur in different shades of blue, fins instead of extra arms, two finlike crests instead of ears, webbed paws, and a mermaid tail. But the other picture everyone recognized instantly-everyone save Basha. The dark purple eyes of experiment 188, glaring and full of hate, stared out at them from the computer.
Everyone looked at the picture, then at the strange experiment in the capsule. Even though his eyes were a brilliant shade of blue, they still carried that deadly flame. Slowly, the eyes of everyone else turned to Jumba.
He nodded darkly. "Yes, my friends. This is the son of experiment 188."
To be continued...