A/N I have no lyrics for this chapter.oh well! I posted this chapter
yesterday and said I would be redoing it, so here I am! And you know what?
If I'm not on for a few days (or years) I've got the most hated English
teacher (he's not hated, it's the way he teaches) and believe it or not.I
GOT AN F ON MY MIDTERM!! (Whew, glad that's over, grammar is evil!
EEVIIILLL!!!). Worst thing is, my mom said she'd make me quit band if my
grades drop! I complain a lot, but all of my friends are band geeks! (Aside
from you guys and WillowVilia and Liz Iron-Pick, but otherwise it's true!).
I'm scared to death to see what my geometry grade will be.
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"Lock the doors, board up the windows, and hide the good china! Stitch is
on the prowl!" Caf-Een the Insomniac
Stitch slunk through the dark alley, both his blue ears and pug nose hard at work. He found traces of breadcrumbs towards the far end and signs of a bit of a struggle.625 had been there, all right.
"I hope he hasn't gone and gotten himself hurt." He scowled. He picked up another scent mingled with 625's, not the dog that he had smelled before.human. He narrowed his black eyes curiously. It was a human, to be sure, but somehow it didn't exactly seem like one. It seemed almost as if there was something else there.Stitch had just decided to sit down and maybe figure this out when he heard a familiar, somewhat southern drawl.
"Hey! Kung Gu Pow is pretty hard to say! Oh.I did it again, I'm beat. Now as I was saying-" Stitch practically flew from the alley to see an open window flooded with light, the aroma of Chinese food wafting out to his nose. With just a little regret about not busting in and scaring 625 out of his wits, Stitch sat down to listen.
***
"So.you're willing to tell me all this. You're very trusting, then again most people won't even tell me their name."
"Why?"
"I don't know. But that doesn't really matter." Istari frowned into her lo mein, her expression unreadable.
"Go back."
"What?" Owen narrowed his eyes at her (stuffing another few wantons into his mouth in the process). "I thought that I was staying here with you."
"Owen, you love 314, even if 626 does too-"
"What did you say?" Owen snapped, dropping his food in shock.
"What do you mean?" Istari concentrated on her food quite suddenly.
"Their numbers, how would you know?" Owen glared accusingly.
"Uh, you told me. Remember?" she shrugged as if it were obvious.
"I never-"
"Don't interrupt, it's not polite."
"You interrupted me!"
"You asked for my advice, now do you want it or not?" she snapped. Owen sighed and began constructing a lo mein sandwich. "That's what I thought. Now as to why you left.you felt like you were intruding, like there wasn't any place for you in the family."
"How-" Owen gaped, not bothering to finish.
"Let's just say that I'm sharp about these things. Owen, you really should go back." Owen got up and carried his sandwich over to the window, looking out into the dark street below.
"Istari, I.I can't go back." He sighed. Owen closed his eyes and leaned on the cool glass of the window, not seeing the worried eyes below.
***
Stitch for reached nervously for the knob of the door before him. He only hoped that 625 would listen. Most likely he was his usual pig-headed self, but then again you never know. The door creaked open, followed by a yelp.
"What are you doing here!?" Stitch demanded, forgetting about his plan of staying calm.
"I'm staying here with Istari! What, you think this is YOUR house? You are violating my privacy!"
"Owen! Let him talk!" Istari Astrawyn (threatening yet comforting) lowered her staff-ish-stick-thing. "He's perfectly alright."
"Thank you." Stitch eyed the young girl and the glaring Owen. "Owen.you have to come back."
"No."
"But you have to! Peka-"
"Cares about you. I have no place there, and you do. Therefore I am out of the picture."
"625-"
"Owen. I have a name now."
"You already did!"
"Get on with it!" Istari commanded. Stitch shrank back a little before continuing.
"Peka cares about you. She needs you back home. She won't eat, she hardly ever talks, you know why? It's because you left. You left right when you told her how you really felt." Stitch hadn't the slightest idea how this would make Owen feel and he honestly didn't care. Maybe if Owen knew what was happening to Peka, then maybe he would come back. Owen lowered his head; it seemed almost as if what he was hearing was causing him physical pain. He looked uncertainly back at Stitch.
"You mean.she wants me to come back?"
"6-er.Owen, we all miss you. Believe it or not things are getting a little dull." Stitch smiled weakly, hoping against hoping that this was working as well as it appeared to be. "That's why you can't stay here! That's why I'm here looking for you."
Owen stood silent. His black eyes brimming with tears. Istari knelt and put her arm around him.
"If you want to go back and see Peka, do it. You can't run from every problem you face." They waited as he seemed to finish an inner battle of some kind. Finally, he sighed.
"Alright.I'll go back. But I don't know for how long. And it's for Peka; she's the only reason."
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A/N that was disappointing. School troubles and stuff (okay, so I don't pay much attention in class) has some-what stunted my creativity. Oh well. By the way, if you like LoTR random silliness (and Mary sue-ish) fics, then check out "What Comes of Rewriting Scripts" written by me and WillowVilia (my parts are the less Naughty ones). Nice bit of naughtiness, but not enough to be gross or anything. Thanks to all of my reviewing friends! By the way, I'll probably redo this chapter soon, but I don't have time tonight, sorry! Aloha!
Stitch slunk through the dark alley, both his blue ears and pug nose hard at work. He found traces of breadcrumbs towards the far end and signs of a bit of a struggle.625 had been there, all right.
"I hope he hasn't gone and gotten himself hurt." He scowled. He picked up another scent mingled with 625's, not the dog that he had smelled before.human. He narrowed his black eyes curiously. It was a human, to be sure, but somehow it didn't exactly seem like one. It seemed almost as if there was something else there.Stitch had just decided to sit down and maybe figure this out when he heard a familiar, somewhat southern drawl.
"Hey! Kung Gu Pow is pretty hard to say! Oh.I did it again, I'm beat. Now as I was saying-" Stitch practically flew from the alley to see an open window flooded with light, the aroma of Chinese food wafting out to his nose. With just a little regret about not busting in and scaring 625 out of his wits, Stitch sat down to listen.
***
"So.you're willing to tell me all this. You're very trusting, then again most people won't even tell me their name."
"Why?"
"I don't know. But that doesn't really matter." Istari frowned into her lo mein, her expression unreadable.
"Go back."
"What?" Owen narrowed his eyes at her (stuffing another few wantons into his mouth in the process). "I thought that I was staying here with you."
"Owen, you love 314, even if 626 does too-"
"What did you say?" Owen snapped, dropping his food in shock.
"What do you mean?" Istari concentrated on her food quite suddenly.
"Their numbers, how would you know?" Owen glared accusingly.
"Uh, you told me. Remember?" she shrugged as if it were obvious.
"I never-"
"Don't interrupt, it's not polite."
"You interrupted me!"
"You asked for my advice, now do you want it or not?" she snapped. Owen sighed and began constructing a lo mein sandwich. "That's what I thought. Now as to why you left.you felt like you were intruding, like there wasn't any place for you in the family."
"How-" Owen gaped, not bothering to finish.
"Let's just say that I'm sharp about these things. Owen, you really should go back." Owen got up and carried his sandwich over to the window, looking out into the dark street below.
"Istari, I.I can't go back." He sighed. Owen closed his eyes and leaned on the cool glass of the window, not seeing the worried eyes below.
***
Stitch for reached nervously for the knob of the door before him. He only hoped that 625 would listen. Most likely he was his usual pig-headed self, but then again you never know. The door creaked open, followed by a yelp.
"What are you doing here!?" Stitch demanded, forgetting about his plan of staying calm.
"I'm staying here with Istari! What, you think this is YOUR house? You are violating my privacy!"
"Owen! Let him talk!" Istari Astrawyn (threatening yet comforting) lowered her staff-ish-stick-thing. "He's perfectly alright."
"Thank you." Stitch eyed the young girl and the glaring Owen. "Owen.you have to come back."
"No."
"But you have to! Peka-"
"Cares about you. I have no place there, and you do. Therefore I am out of the picture."
"625-"
"Owen. I have a name now."
"You already did!"
"Get on with it!" Istari commanded. Stitch shrank back a little before continuing.
"Peka cares about you. She needs you back home. She won't eat, she hardly ever talks, you know why? It's because you left. You left right when you told her how you really felt." Stitch hadn't the slightest idea how this would make Owen feel and he honestly didn't care. Maybe if Owen knew what was happening to Peka, then maybe he would come back. Owen lowered his head; it seemed almost as if what he was hearing was causing him physical pain. He looked uncertainly back at Stitch.
"You mean.she wants me to come back?"
"6-er.Owen, we all miss you. Believe it or not things are getting a little dull." Stitch smiled weakly, hoping against hoping that this was working as well as it appeared to be. "That's why you can't stay here! That's why I'm here looking for you."
Owen stood silent. His black eyes brimming with tears. Istari knelt and put her arm around him.
"If you want to go back and see Peka, do it. You can't run from every problem you face." They waited as he seemed to finish an inner battle of some kind. Finally, he sighed.
"Alright.I'll go back. But I don't know for how long. And it's for Peka; she's the only reason."
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A/N that was disappointing. School troubles and stuff (okay, so I don't pay much attention in class) has some-what stunted my creativity. Oh well. By the way, if you like LoTR random silliness (and Mary sue-ish) fics, then check out "What Comes of Rewriting Scripts" written by me and WillowVilia (my parts are the less Naughty ones). Nice bit of naughtiness, but not enough to be gross or anything. Thanks to all of my reviewing friends! By the way, I'll probably redo this chapter soon, but I don't have time tonight, sorry! Aloha!
