A/N yay! The not-so-long-awaited sequel to my first Lilo And Stitch fic "You Can Never Belong" is finally getting started! There's one thing I want to do before I start.this fic is dedicated to four really cool people who were the main reviewers of "You Can Never belong" (not to mention that they're all a lot more talented than me). They are Kawaii Spinel Queen of Evil, Keysha, Caf-Een the Insomniac, and "." (whoever this is has never signed their reviews to me, but I like 'em anyway!).

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Peka smiled happily as Stitch twirled her across the hardwood floor of Lilo's bedroom, his gravelly voice singing softly along with the record that Lilo was listening to across the room. Lilo giggled at them from her easel, where she was happily splashing blue and green paint over the canvas.

"I don't think that it'll come out very well, you move too much." Peka twisted her head to look as she passed. It was a typical child's drawing, done with great care, yet still messy.

"I think that it's beautiful, Lilo." Stitch commented, letting go of Peka as the song ended. He admired the picture for a moment longer before turning to Peka. "Is something wrong?"

"No." she quickly smiled, but not quickly enough.

"Peka.I know you too well, please don't lie to me." He watched her searchingly.

"It's about 625."

Experiment 625 ran like his life depended on it. In fact, it probably did. He had left the Pelekai family so suddenly, he didn't have anything, not even some bread.

"All this just for a peanut butter and pickle sandwich? What's this world coming to?" he had been breaking into various homes around Kauai to get food, but he was rather clumsy so he usually got caught. 625 ducked into a dark alley as the homeowner thundered past. As soon as the sound of footsteps died away, he set to finishing his dinner. With a sticky finger he began to doodle in the dirt, not really paying attention to what he drew. He watched his reflection in a trash can, noticing with annoyance how thin and scruffy he looked. "Yep.a vagabond's life is the life for me." He finished the sandwich as he inspected his work. It reminded him sharply of Peka, as so many things did.

"Aw, who am I kiddin'. I'm never gonna survive on my own." he curled up in the shadows to spend another night alone.

"Do you think that that's what he meant?" Peka asked Stitch. He stared at her from across the table.

"Quite possibly. I don't like it, if he loves you then why leave?"

"M-maybe.he thought that he was intruding. He did know about us, after all." She stared despairingly into the soup Nani had made her before politely leaving. "I wonder if he's okay. W-what if-"

"Peka, don't even think like that. He's very strong, he can take care of himself if he has to." Stitch watched her sadly. He saw it in her eyes.he was losing her. He didn't know if he could bear that, but.anything for Peka. He got up and laid a hand on her shoulder. "Leave it to me.I'll find him." He smiled lovingly at the grateful look on her face as she hugged him, but inside he a falling apart.

A/N well? How's that for a beginning? At first I thought that Stitch should be angry about it, but I don't think so (that's still not decided). Reviews and flames are both welcome (as always)! Aloha y'all!