Author's note: I thank all of those who submitted their thoughts and support for my fic as 625 now searches for a cure for Ganman's illness. Thanks so much again. ^_~"
Night, like a cooling drink of water on a scorching hot day enfolded the Hawaiian Islands like a blanket dotted with tiny shining diamonds in it's navy black fabric. A soft wind blew over the waters as the dull sound of waves cresting and crashing on the rocks were the only sounds heard but this sweet symphony of nature brought no comfort to a small yellow being who's pelt was turned a deep bronze by the darkness. 625 breathed a long heavy sigh as he gazed skyward as the moon hung at crescent now, like a silver grin beaming down at him from the heavens. It had been a long hard day as a fever had now taken his partner Gantu in it's cruel burning grasp, 625 managed to get plenty of water in him but very little food as the former captain's stomach wouldn't allow it…he was getting worse by each passing day and the tiny round bellied experiment was running out of time and options. 625 looked down at his hands and short stubby fingers before clenching his fists, at times this powers he possessed were a blessing but right now they were and utter curse. What good was being bullet proof, fire proof and thinking faster than a super computer if they could even keep one single life from slipping away? He couldn't lose Gantu….deep in his heart as much as he tried to deny it he had grown to care about the big space whale.
Sitting down 625 draped an arm over a raised knee as his eye traced lazily over the shadowy landscape that was edged in silver flame by the moon overhead, he had a lot in common with G, he knew it. Knew the sickening feeling of rejection, always being on upped by someone else all the time. His cousin 626. He was always better, stronger, faster heck he even ate more than 625 did when they both were just starting out testing their abilities. Sure he acted like it didn't bother him when Jumba showered 626 with praise and shunned the sandwich muncher from the spot light but in honest truth…oh how he hated Stitch sometimes for it. It wasn't fair, his best efforts were in vain they were never enough for his creator who demanded the impossible from his creatures. All 625 asked for was a little attention and recognition but all he received was getting kicked around by the other experiments and now by Gantu but at least he had an excuse and 625 didn't really blame him since he brought most of it on himself. The poor guy was abused, humiliated and forced to live out in the wreckage of his cruiser like a common trog, looking back over his shoulder 625 wondered how he was doing anyway. Felt like hours since he last checked in on him and got up slowly to go inside, the ship was dark as always at this hour as the cousin wandered into Gantu's room and climbed up onto his bed. 625 winced mentally looking at him as darkened circles due to his sickness had formed under his sky blue eyes, beads of sweat streamed slowly down his forehead as 625 removed the wet cloth from his head and refreshed it then placed it back on. He was so hot as 625 placed a hand on his cheek his eyes and heart filled with pity, no one deserved to be in this kind of pain.
Gantu mumbled something in his sleep before opening his red rimmed eyes and looking over at his comrade who sat to his right side, 625 just looked back at him with a small kind smile as the dull light of the bedside lamp made his brown eyes glow faintly.
"Hey G, how are you doing?….you thirsty?" he asked holding up a half full glass of water.
Gantu nodded and took the glass from him and downed the last of it before putting the glass back on the shelf attached to the bed before laying back against the pillows and turning his gaze back to 625, he frowned slightly but it vanished as quickly as it came. His brown orbs were glossier as a tears started to well up and trickle slightly down his face, quickly 625 raised a hand to his face but something beat it to it. The yellow experiment gasped weakly as Gantu wiped away a stray tear with his thumb and smiled gently, 625 couldn't hold back as more tears burned down his face as he pressed his cheek onto Gantu's palm and hugged his hand. A quiet moment shared by two totally different creatures who had found understanding and friendship in each other as 625 wiped his eyes as Gantu drew his hand back.
"You just hang on G,'' he said regained his poise "I'll get you outta this I promise…just please hang on.''
The gray giant nodded and grunted quietly as if he had only enough strength to do so as he watched his ally jump down off the bed and hurry out into the main section of the ship where he made some sandwiches and packed them all up into a scruffy looking backpack he found on the beach one morning and slung it on his back. Eyes now a blazed with fierce determination 625 ran out the door and disappeared into the night as the night winds whistled and sung in the swaying palm trees, he would show them all especially Jumba what this lazy coward could really do.
Night, like a cooling drink of water on a scorching hot day enfolded the Hawaiian Islands like a blanket dotted with tiny shining diamonds in it's navy black fabric. A soft wind blew over the waters as the dull sound of waves cresting and crashing on the rocks were the only sounds heard but this sweet symphony of nature brought no comfort to a small yellow being who's pelt was turned a deep bronze by the darkness. 625 breathed a long heavy sigh as he gazed skyward as the moon hung at crescent now, like a silver grin beaming down at him from the heavens. It had been a long hard day as a fever had now taken his partner Gantu in it's cruel burning grasp, 625 managed to get plenty of water in him but very little food as the former captain's stomach wouldn't allow it…he was getting worse by each passing day and the tiny round bellied experiment was running out of time and options. 625 looked down at his hands and short stubby fingers before clenching his fists, at times this powers he possessed were a blessing but right now they were and utter curse. What good was being bullet proof, fire proof and thinking faster than a super computer if they could even keep one single life from slipping away? He couldn't lose Gantu….deep in his heart as much as he tried to deny it he had grown to care about the big space whale.
Sitting down 625 draped an arm over a raised knee as his eye traced lazily over the shadowy landscape that was edged in silver flame by the moon overhead, he had a lot in common with G, he knew it. Knew the sickening feeling of rejection, always being on upped by someone else all the time. His cousin 626. He was always better, stronger, faster heck he even ate more than 625 did when they both were just starting out testing their abilities. Sure he acted like it didn't bother him when Jumba showered 626 with praise and shunned the sandwich muncher from the spot light but in honest truth…oh how he hated Stitch sometimes for it. It wasn't fair, his best efforts were in vain they were never enough for his creator who demanded the impossible from his creatures. All 625 asked for was a little attention and recognition but all he received was getting kicked around by the other experiments and now by Gantu but at least he had an excuse and 625 didn't really blame him since he brought most of it on himself. The poor guy was abused, humiliated and forced to live out in the wreckage of his cruiser like a common trog, looking back over his shoulder 625 wondered how he was doing anyway. Felt like hours since he last checked in on him and got up slowly to go inside, the ship was dark as always at this hour as the cousin wandered into Gantu's room and climbed up onto his bed. 625 winced mentally looking at him as darkened circles due to his sickness had formed under his sky blue eyes, beads of sweat streamed slowly down his forehead as 625 removed the wet cloth from his head and refreshed it then placed it back on. He was so hot as 625 placed a hand on his cheek his eyes and heart filled with pity, no one deserved to be in this kind of pain.
Gantu mumbled something in his sleep before opening his red rimmed eyes and looking over at his comrade who sat to his right side, 625 just looked back at him with a small kind smile as the dull light of the bedside lamp made his brown eyes glow faintly.
"Hey G, how are you doing?….you thirsty?" he asked holding up a half full glass of water.
Gantu nodded and took the glass from him and downed the last of it before putting the glass back on the shelf attached to the bed before laying back against the pillows and turning his gaze back to 625, he frowned slightly but it vanished as quickly as it came. His brown orbs were glossier as a tears started to well up and trickle slightly down his face, quickly 625 raised a hand to his face but something beat it to it. The yellow experiment gasped weakly as Gantu wiped away a stray tear with his thumb and smiled gently, 625 couldn't hold back as more tears burned down his face as he pressed his cheek onto Gantu's palm and hugged his hand. A quiet moment shared by two totally different creatures who had found understanding and friendship in each other as 625 wiped his eyes as Gantu drew his hand back.
"You just hang on G,'' he said regained his poise "I'll get you outta this I promise…just please hang on.''
The gray giant nodded and grunted quietly as if he had only enough strength to do so as he watched his ally jump down off the bed and hurry out into the main section of the ship where he made some sandwiches and packed them all up into a scruffy looking backpack he found on the beach one morning and slung it on his back. Eyes now a blazed with fierce determination 625 ran out the door and disappeared into the night as the night winds whistled and sung in the swaying palm trees, he would show them all especially Jumba what this lazy coward could really do.