AN: Hello, this is your author...welcome to chapter five. Today, in our little chapter, this fiction will get a little surprise, and I'll reply to your reviews!

Let's begin!!

Lilo awoke firmly clutching Stitch on the couch, not in the least pid suprised to see Duke Red and Tima cuddled up to one another, the man surrounding the young girl in his long-forgotten embrace. It had seemed as if the after effects of the ketamine hydrochloride had worn off, and he was very much so better.
"Stitch." Lilo said, shaking Stitch softly. "Look."
Stitch opened his eyes and glanced at the little, broken family clumped on the bed...but that was all they needed, right?
"What time is it?" Stitch asked Lilo, who was stretching a little in her seat. She looked at her watch and was suprised to find that it was three o' clock in the morning. Had they really fallen asleep that early? Lilo gave a quick yawn and set Stitch on the floor, standing up. She made her way to Tima and the Duke, and softly putting her hand to the Duke's shoulder. He awoke even before she could actually touch him.
"Hello, Lilo." He said. "I'm feeling a lot better now...say...wh--"
"Three AM."
"What? Oh...and I'm already rested...that can't be good, now, can it? Tima...Tima, it's time to get up. There are lots of things to do today...although we woke up a tad too early..."
Tima opened her eyes and looked at her father, smiling.
"I'm hungry." she said, almost immediately. "What's to eat?"
"Did you feed her?" the Duke asked, looking up at Lilo.
"She had a smoothie." the girl replied. "That's all we could fit in."
The Duke nodded knowingly.
"I suppose I should wake the maid and tell her to whip up a little something...you know, nothing special..."
"How about belgian waffles with bacon and egg whites?" Tima asked, smiling brightly. Duke Red nodded, smiling along with his daughter and Lilo. That had always been a favorite to Tima...the girl had odd tastes.
"I don't know..." the Duke said, jokingly. "We may have to eat dry cereal..."
The reply was one large, conjoined 'Ewwwwww!!', followed by laughter. Lilo was more than happy to make a suggestion.
"Why don't we spend the whole day together? The final celebration ball would be a great ending to a day, don't you think?"
Stitch nodded enthusiasticlly.
"Don't we need to get formal wear?"
There was mumbling.
"Well..." the Duke said, "I've had a dress for Tima ready ever since the middle of the Ziggurat construction...I've got a matching suit. But you guys...you guys need some...how do the young ones say it? 'Threads'."
There was a small thread of giggles, then the Duke and his daughter-figure stood up off of the bed.
"Let's get ready!" Tima yelped as her father rand his fingers through his now messy blonde hair. He did it again. And again.
Then he screamed.

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Luana hummed softly, brushing something pale yellow against her cheek...it turned out to be a lock of hair from the Duke. She sniffed it, smiling broadly. He was in her control, and there was nothing for him do to about it. That was enough to take her breath away...the poor, poor Duke...
Another evil smile.
How many ways could she hurt him? How many ways could she see him as half the man he really is...how many ways could she contort his will with the simple push of a thumb? Luana sighed...she was in heaven.
"Mother?"
Rock interrupeted the young woman's reverie, making her spin around somewhat defensively.
"Oh, Rock...It's you. I was just thinking about the Duke..." Luana once again dragged the lock of hair against her cheek, going into some sort of euphoria. "You see, he's really a very sweet man...I don't want to hurt him...much. He's my canary...my little caged canary..."
Rock nodded, smiling.
"The ball is tonight." he said. "You're going with father, right?"
"That's true...he's going to be beautiful, Rock...so beautiful...listen, why don't you run along? I'm...busy."

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Tima spun around in the sleek, full-skirted pale gold gown her father prepared for her. It was made of very fine silk, and shimmered softly, almost glowing.
"Daddy..." Tima whispered. "It's...beautiful!"
The Duke himself was changing into his tuxedo, making sure it still fit properly.
"I bet you can't wait to use it on the dance floor, Tima!" Lilo said, smiling widely. Tima nodded.
"I've got nobody to dance with..." she said. The Duke shook his head.
"What, I'm not good enough for you?"
"Oh, daddy...I'll always dance with you!"
Lilo looked down at Stitch, who had found a bow tie and was trying it on and humming 'Puttin' on the Ritz'.
"What are you doing?" Lilo giggled. Stitch looked up at her.
"N...just...Nothing." he quickly took off the tie. "Where do you plan to get your dress?"
"Prada? Armani? I don't know...I can't afford stuff like that!"
The Duke turned to Lilo and smiled.
"Who said that you needed to afford stuff like that when Duke Red is around?"
"You mean..." gasped Lilo.
"As soon as the mall opens I'm getting you a new wardrobe. It's the least I can do, after you brought Tima back to me."
Lilo went into dream mode.

Before she knew it, she was humming 'Puttin' on the Ritz'.

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Luana was giggling again. Thousands of pictures surrounded her, pinned sloppily to the walls, all of the same person--Duke Red. Where there were no pictures there were little things, like little parts of cloth and wrinkled papers, all next to their respective photo. In the center of the wall furthest from the door there was a desk holding the most precious of objects--a sterling silver pen that the Duke had given her for christmas the year before Tima died, a drawing of herself made by the Duke, and that one lock of hair. Around these objects five jewel-like bottles were neatly arranged, all containing different drugs. In the first one on the left, a soft etched blue bottle with the label 'Freindship' was her first creation, a liquid that could drive amounts of oxytocin through the roof. Next to that was a deep red bottle, labled 'Infatuation'--a creation that could inexplicably leave you attatched to the first person you see after ingestion. On the left, there were two well known drugs, both in frosty-looking light blue bottles. They were Luana's favorites, gamma hydroxybutyrate and ketamine hydrochloride. But the center bottle, a very pretty frosted white bottle inlayed with silver, held Liquibond--yes, Liquibond, that fateful drug that held the Duke helpless...
"Someday, I will make everyone see. The world is not meant to be equal, there are the dominant and the submissive. The dominant rule and the submissive crawl...and the dominant do indeed rule because of their immunity to true feeling. That is why I am the one who will take this world. That is why I am the one who will make this world immobile. That is why I am Luana. Even in this early hour, I think. I think...and I think to take."

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Five. Five in the morning, and there was nothing to do but wait for everyone else's day to begin. Lilo and Stitch were flipping through random magazines, looking at various dresses and things, trying to get an idea of what Lilo might want. Duke Red and Tima were talking about how the ball would be. That's when everyone came upon the same realization at once--Lilo didn't know how to dance! A blush came over Lilo's face as she turned to the others, who had turned at the same moment.
"what kind of dancing will there be?" Lilo asked, grabbing hold of Stitch and twisting his arms playfully. He protested at first, bet decided to let the girl go.
"There will be waltzing...Lilo, surely you know how to waltz..."
"Huh? No..."
There was a small silence.
"i'm going to call an instructor." the Duke said, somewhat quickly. He made his way across the room to a phone, and dialed the receptionists' desk.
"Hello? Perra? Ah, you're up. I need a dance instructor, fast... Alright."
There was a small holding period.
"There's only one place open right now? Well, call them! Have them send their best instructor here!"
There was more silence for about five minuets.
"Perra? Alright. His name is...her?! Alright, what's her name? Adalaide Herring? Thank you. We'll be waiting for her."

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Adalaide Sarah Herring was jolted from her nap by the dancemaster at her studio, who directed her to leave for the Ziggurat--the receptionist would tell her where to go. Now Adalaide was not a normal woman. She had very long messy light brown hair with a blonde streak going down the back and strange eyes--one was brown, and one was blue. She believed that she would aid in the eventual rescue of her prince, and was very confusing half the time. She was spontanious and did not like routine.
"I shall go." she proclaimed, standing. She was wearing a strange princess-cut dress of pure white, green shorts, and had a fake wreath of white roses in her hair. The strong smell of heavy rose scented perfume hung around her. She strode out of the dance studio like a soldier, smiling widely, her dress flowing mysteriously behind her. The dancemaster watched her leave.
"That Adalaide...I'll never understand her."

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Luana carressed herself in the corner of her shrine, sweating profusely. Her breathing was fast, and her eyes darted around the room quickly as she rubbed her arms together.
"Has no one told you she's not breathing..." she sang, a crazed look about her. "Hello..." Here eyes shone some sort of freaky, murderous fascination as she held her silver pen close to her heart.
"I know you love me...I'll make you love me...you will love me..."
She continued repeating herself, rubbing her arms together and clutching the pen.
This is how she decided to ready herself.

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Lilo picked at a random thread on her shirt, waiting for this mysterious dance instructor to arrive. The Duke looked from her, to Stitch, to Tima, then downward, when there was a knock on the door. Lilo stoof up and opened it, revealing a strange woman who charged in hurridly.
"I am Adalaide." she said. "I am the instructor." she picked up stitch, and looked him over.
"Put me down!" the alien yelled, batting at Adalaide.
"Do you need to learn to dance?" she said, tilting her head to one side. She dropped Stitch and turned around to everyone else.
"Do you all need to learn how to dance? How about salsa? The tango, perhaps?"
Duke Red shook his head and pointed to Lilo, who was holding Stitch and massaging his head with one hand.
"What do you need to know?"
"The waltz..." Lilo muttered. Adalaide nodded, and grabbed Lilo, dragging her to the center of the room.
"Duke Red, I'll have you and that little girl come over her too. Now, what's the first song?"
"First song? At the ball? Let's see...the Rose waltz!"
Adalaide smiled, and the Duke found himself blushing.
"Alright!" the odd woman announced. "One...two...three!"
The dance started out slow and somewhat peaceful, with soft and elegant spinning. Lilo felt odd dancing with another girl, but she guessed it was alright...Stitch stood by, watching. Tima and the Duke were obviously enjoying each other's company, and danced seamlessly. Then what seemed like the climax came, and Lilo felt like she was being thrown around rather than danced with, Tima ended up dancing with her, Duke Red began fumbling dangerously while dancing with Adalaide, and Stitch was in stitches at their antics.
"Why are you stumbling?! I saw you dancing with Tima, you're a wonderful dancer!"
Duke Red was almost literally Duke Red, seeing how much he was blushing in Adalaide's wake. He wasn't even very sure why he was so attracted to her...he just was. And he did not like it. Lilo, on the other hand, was being led by Tima, who kept complaing that Lilo was much too tall.
"You smell like roses!" the Duke said to Adalaide, struggling to keep in time.
"I know." Adalaide replied, spinning. "I love roses. White roses in particular."

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AN: Horray! Fifth chapter! That means I must respond to all reviews--every five chapters I will do this. From the bottom to the top, as I always say! Woohoo!

Chapter one reviews:

Beboots: Yay! Future Lilo and Stitch fics have the most potential, not being within the boundaries of the original film. They allow for so much change...ah...a writer's dream...

VOID99: I'm going to go over all your reviews in the chappy 4 reviews section--you haven't missed a chapter!

Marcie Gore: Yes, the angst...you can't go wrong with it. I love writing it, it seems to flow so...naturally...like water, almost. There's more angst coming soon, believe you me.

Lady Xiu Mei Pheonix: How nice! I live in Hawaii too, I know what I'm doing. Now, keep in mind that this fanfiction is set in the future--if you want to know what is going on, bother to read the rest of the fic. At the end of it, you will find the production notes, and it will tell you all kinds of stuff...you know...authory stuff...and by the way-- I'm making it so that the Ziggurat crushes the evil entity known as Central Middle School. Feel it.

Chapter two reviews:

Beboots: Actually, Tima the second (the created Tima featured in this fanfiction) is a semi-biogenetic android. The whole thing is much too hard to explain here, so you'll have to wait until the production notes for the Tima lowdown. And yes, Tima was in fact somewhat Illegal--everything's going to go crazy at one point.

Tortured Artist: Hee hee hee...I think that Jumba would admire Tima's setup and overall structure, then say that it would be unfair for her. He and Laughton would get into a huge fight...Lol...that would be quite funny to watch...(Jumba: This is a really nice setup, but don't you think that this is kind of...unethical? Laughton: Unethical? What do you mean? Jumba: What would you think? Luaghton: I would be happy. Jumba: Shut up! You stupid.)

Chapter three reviews:

Tortured Artist: Hmm...you again are one of my faithful reviewers. Luana...hmm. Now you know what's going on with her, no doubt. I'd kind of like to know what you think of her, she's one of my first original characters, not to mention my first bad guy...or bad girl to be more correct. No, wait...really bad girl...Lol...She's just dirty, and a little crazy...well, maybe alot crazy...okay, she's totally out the window and over the moon. But what are you gonna do, eh?

Chapter four reviews:

VOID99: Yes, this is weird...I'm glad you like it! It's supposed to be weird...it's mostly werid because of the bad guys...because they're kinda crazy...now, who in the right mind sits in the corner of a room filled with pictures of their crush while stroking a pen? Nobody I know. Luana is...well...um...Luana is nobody you want to know. Much yaying! I have regular reviewers! Well, this is going to get weirder (Enter Adalaide, a new character...something tells me chapters are going to get longer!) I'm glad you like my humble little fiction! *Smiles* I hope you stick around for the rest of the ride.

Tortured Artist: Yes, Rock is a murderer. A crazy murderer at that. Alright, a really crazy cold-blooded ruthless backstabbing murderer. He's scary...I think that I'd run away if I ever met him. You'll find out more about him at the end of this story (Which could very well end up being over twenty chapters long...and with Adalaide...woah...)
That little speech is really sweet, yes. I was trying to think of what I would say if I was half drugged and I was talking to what could very possibly be my daughter and not a hallucination because I could touch it after five years of knowing she was dead. Did that make any sense at all? I think it did. Stick around, more stuff will happen... woah...

An: Hey everyone! There's not very much to say here...except thanks! The fanfiction is FAR from over, as I had said before. Our heroes will face more crazy stuff, and our villans will decend farther into madness.

Thanks for reading!!