(Cole I want you to read this with that song I gave you!)
Chapter 9 A New Beginning From A Bleak And Dismal End
Trigger and Belleza floated in space hand-to-hand, and mouth-to-mouth. Neither Trigger nor Belleza breathed in the dark reaches of space. Silence surrounded the two bodies as time slowly rolled on. The spaceship faded into the dark reaches of space. Trigger and Belleza's bodies became deathly cold making their fur turn bluer than Stitch's own fur. They were dead in the outer reaches of space becoming another piece of history, to live on forever in the memories of others and to be known passed down in stories just like this one. Trigger had become Stitch's best friend, and Belleza was Angel's best friend. Belleza and Trigger would live on in Stitch and Angel; forever to live in their hearts. Trigger and Belleza floated silently in space.
Suddenly a red ship caught up with them. Belleza and Trigger were pulled into the ship. Stitch and Angel couldn't believe their eyes.
"NO!" they both gasped at the same time. Jumba picked Belleza and Trigger up and place them on a final resting place. Stitch stood beside Trigger and Angel stood beside Belleza.
Suddenly Trigger's voice pierced the ether, "Wake up."
Angel put her hand on Belleza's face. Angel cried strongly creating a deep puddle on the floor surrounding her feet. Stitch walked to her and hugger her using all his strength to grip her body. "I know how you feel Angel. I too have just lost a good friend just now." Stitch got each word out between sniffles.
"I know you have!" Angel broke away from his grip, and turned to look him straight in the eye. "We have not lost only two of our friends!!" Angel backed herself into a corner. "We lost three!!!!" Angel fell down pushing against the wall with her back. She was crying so greatly that she would not even be able to talk or see anything for a long time. Stitch threw his hand over his mouth and looked at Belleza. He laid his other hand on Belleza's stomach.
"You don't mean what I think you mean?" Stitch asked starting to cry. Angel nodded, but Stitch didn't want to look at her to know the answer. Stitch held back tears that were still prominent in his eyes, as he walked to Jumba who was still flying the ship in the bridge.
"Please wake up, please just wake up." Trigger's voice again sounded from nowhere.
Stitch found Jumba crying as well. "I'm sorry Jumba, it must have been hardest for you since you lost two experiments and an unborn child." Stitch said trying to help Jumba cope with the whole ordeal. Jumba cried even harder.
"No I didn't just lose two experiments and an unborn child! I lost my daughter and my grandchild!" Jumba cried.
"Wait she was your daughter?" Stitch asked confused.
"Technically she is not my daughter, but my daughter died just after birth and I created 237 from my daughter's DNA. I always saw her as my real daughter and I felt her to be as a daughter to me." Jumba cried out.
"Now entering area 51" said the ships navigation system.
"Almost home." Said Pleakley walking onto the bridge.
"Ih" Stitch said barely even moving his lips. Stitch left the bridge wishing so greatly that he would have Belleza and Trigger back. The rest of the ship ride home didn't go well at all. Space itself seemed to be engulfing its essence upon the ship. The ship was not a great place to be for anyone in the entire galaxy (especially the men back on the good planet Misery!). A sort of coldness fell over the entire crew.
The ship landed harshly back in the forest where it belonged. Nani ran up to the ship excited to see them all back. Air blasted through her hair as the ship hit the land pushing anything and everything out of its way. Stitch fumbled his way off the landing dock.
"Stitch?" Nani asked the downtrodden experiment. Angel, Jumba, and Pleakley slowly walked behind Stitch, coming out of the ship, they let go of all emotions that had somehow remained in their worn bodies. When they reached the end of the dock they turned around to face the ship. Nani ran to Angel as fast as she could because she could no longer bear to watch the dolorous scene for a minute longer. "What is going on?" Nani asked Angel. Angel was crying so heavily that anything and everything that had come from her lips was completely inaudible. The dock opened a final time and Nani gasped throwing her hand over her mouth. There stood Lilo; hand-in-hand with her face down, behind her were two wakes, one for Belleza and one for Trigger, which were hovering side by side.
"We tried Nani, we tried, but we were to late. Their fate had already been sealed in eternal slumber." Lilo said weakly.
Late the next day
"We mourn the passing of our beloved brethren. May their journey not end in death, but go on in the hearts and memories of others. They passed gracefully and graciously into the night that took them abruptly from a harsh reality. No life shall ever be so pure and defined as the lives of the two that had been taken from us." A Priest said as a eulogy.
Everyone wore black that day; Lilo had a veil over her face. The coffins holding the dead were slowly lowered into the ground. Lilo stood up before the congregation and spoke loudly and clearly, "We barely knew Belleza and Trigger. We were only with them for a total of two weeks, but I might as well have been two hundred years, for nothing will be remembered more than anything else that has so far affected our lives. Their memory will live on in us forever." Angel's head was in Stitch's chest as she cried for her best friend. Jumba stood up and walked away from the scene. Pleakley cried into a very fake handkerchief. The scene slowly changed from into a place where no one would ever tread foot again.
Back at the house, things didn't get much better for the group of bad feeling cousins.
An eerie mist seemed to surround the house in a gloomy homogenous state, making the tense air thicken in every passing moment. Not a face in the house had a smile on it. No brain had a pleasant or joyous thought had been even conceivable at the time. The house was impossibly worse inside than it was outside. To any who hadn't known what had happened would come to find that the house was a cemetery inside itself. An open-air mausoleum. No one moved a muscle trying to stay in a world of denial of the passing of his or her friends that already so radically changed the course of his or her's life.
Stitch laid on his bed with Angel lying next to him. Stitch was staring solemnly at the wall next to him. Angel was facing his back with her eyes closed, her arm over his body. "Stitch?" She asked him without moving any part of her body, not even her lips. Stitch sighed eyeing at her. He turned over to face her and looked into her eyes without saying a word. "Stitch, I'm sorry for what has happened and I know no matter what I say nothing will bring them back. I want... I hope that we can put the ordeal behind us and mature into rational people." She said as Stitch placed his finger upon her lips.
"It is not you who should be sorry. No one should be sorry for what happened, cause no one is responsible for the state that she is in. That is no one but Dr. Hamsterwheel. I would do anything for two things. I want her eyes to open as if from a deep slumber and awake as if nothing had happened; I want her to wake from death, stretch her arms and come to us to find all of us being happy and joyful filling the air with loving sounds and sweet smells; to have her laugh with us in an eternal day that would never more move time ore even just slow it down, no for time to stop dead and never change. All of our friends, family, and cousins being joyful and playful lost in time and space. I want her back... I want them back. And the other thing I want is Hamsterwheel's small furry head on a stake. I miss them so much and they were taken... no not taken... stolen from us in a time of redemption, persecution and resolution. To lose them in this time hurts more than if we never knew them at all. If they had lived fro another year or two then it wouldn't hurt or even be as bad as it is now." Stitch started crying into Angel's chest. "I can't lose them! I can't! I just want them to wake up!! I just want them to wake up!!" He kept repeating it, 'I just want them to wake up!!!' many many more times. All Stitch did for the next half-hour was cry ion Angel's chest and repeat that phrase again and again; each repetition came slower and slower. Angel's fur felt smooth and protective against Stitch's mournful body. Stitch wrapped his arms around Angel holding her close to him. Angel held him as he did her. Her left arm was securely wrapped around his back, while her right hand was firmly placed on his head; she was pushing against Stitch's head so that his head was firmly placed against her body. Neither of them wanted to move from that position, possibly for the rest of their lives. Angel soon became drenched from all the tears that Stitch and herself had been secreting from their eyes. Nothing had ever been so sad to the eyes of the pink vixen of experiments. " Angel, never leave me, never go away!" Stitch cried restlessly.
"I won't let go Stitch; I'll never let go of you." Angel whispered into Stitch's ear. "I'll never let go, for I love you and I will always be here for you. I can never have you face an end as dreadful as the one Belleza and Trigger had to face." Lilo walked in grimly and slumped down on the bed. "LILO!" Angel said letting go of Stitch.
"Don't worry, I heard everything, you don't need to explain." Lilo said dismally. "I don't know how but Nani seemed to be hurt the most from their deaths, and she was really angry that when we landed we accidentally knocked over the Birds Of Paradise Hotel." Lilo laughed nervously at what she had just said.
In another room, anything and everything was being considered and eventually ruled out. All the conversation was about somehow either resurrecting Belleza and Trigger or fixing the horrible mood found in this house of gloom. "I can't remake them unless I had their chemical compounds! After six hundred and six experiments I tend to forget every single one and I can't memorize one I didn't make!!!" Jumba yelled at a disbelieving Pleakley.
"Well I don't care if it was to hard to remember! Couldn't you have at least put those files on your computer?" Pleakley asked in his crazy neat freak voice.
"Well... I could of but then I wouldn't have been able to hold this really cool game!!" Jumba yelled back at Pleakley.
"What is more important? A stupid pointless game or people's lives?!" Pleakley asked meanly.
"Well it was the Space Wars trilogy on special offer, I just had to bite!" Jumba crossed his arms.
"SPACE WARS!?! Hey can I play? NO, NO, No, I can't this is a time of crisis!" Pleakley calmed back down slowly and surely.
It seemed to everyone in the house that nothing would ever mend the hole that had formed in Belleza and Trigger's wake. Days slowly moved and turned into weeks and weeks started to become months. Everything had slowly changed back to a normal life of experiment chasing and Gantu fighting, but nothing had truly taken the pain away, nothing had yet taken the pain away until...
(On Lilo's bed in Lilo's room) Her eyes slowly opened to a blurry world. She could only see through thick water in her eyes. She could only hear the crying of strained eyes, and she could only hear the voice of that crying person, "Just wake up. Just wake up!" it was being repeated over and over between tears. She saw him with his face in his hands. "Trigger?" She asked the person lying on the side of the bed.
"Belleza...Belleza..." he said taking away his hands from his face, "BELLEZA!" He screamed hugging her body. Neither of them moved from that position for a long time.
Angel heard Trigger's cry and came running in the room. Angel hugged Belleza just like Trigger did. Stitch stood in the doorway leaning on the doorpost and just smiled. Stitch walked in always smiling and said, "Trigger never left your side, and you were out cold for three months." He said it sweetly and comfortingly to the confused woman. She laid on the bed pondering that dream she had just been awakened from, and then an entirely new question came into her mind, how did she fall asleep in the first place? She asked the question bluntly and candidly into the room. Then another figure formed in the doorway.
"I can be with the helping 237," Jumba said loudly in the room, "When 447 made with the stabbing, your life started with the flashing before your eyes. During the process you were pulled out of the ship and your head was smashed against the open hull, and you slipped into a coma. Since you were seeing your life before you, you couldn't even feel it. We never even truly knew that you would come back to use, but now here you are safe and alive!" Jumba said enthusiastically.
"I just wish I hadn't of had that dream!" Belleza yelled starting to get a clearer vision of the room. "Who... Who is that?" She asked as she pointed to the corned of the room. Trigger placed his hand on top of Belleza's hand and leaned over and kissed her check.
"Belleza, baby, it's hard to say this to you, but that... that is your daughter." Trigger said in her ear unleashing a bombshell, nay, an emotional holocaust upon his love.
"Have you named her yet?" Belleza whispered in Trigger's ear.
"Yes I named her Kamea." Trigger said smiling.
"How did you..."? Belleza was cut off but Trigger.
"Angel told me." Trigger said smiling at Angel, who smiled right back at him.
"Kamea?" Belleza said to the corner of the room. The child slowly looked up at Belleza from its secure state in the corner of the room.
"Mommy? Mommy? MOMMY!" Kamea stuttered from across the room. Her eyes started to glow from the thought her mother was alive. "MOMMY YOU'RE ALIVE!!" Kamea yelled while a smile grew upon her face. Kamea ran to her mother and hugged her so closely Kamea nearly pulled Belleza off the bed.
"Our ohana is finally together again!" Lilo said watching. The scene was as ethereal as a dove flying high in a golden twilight sky.
THE END
I'd like to take some time to speak with all the readers of this story.
I have finally completed the story that lies before you, Belleza and Trigger. This story has taken me a semester to finish but it has been worth it for both my readers and me. The first time I opened my spiral and started writing this story was August 29, 2004, and at that time I had no idea that this story would even be more than a page long. I started it because of what was happening in my life at the time, I had just lost a best friend and I had lost all self-confidence so to prove myself worthy of not only my self-respect, but also the respect of others I took a pen and paper to a brand new spiral and began to write and what I wrote in it is exactly what you have read word for word. After the first chapter I got back all the respect I needed, but I still wrote and I'm glad I did.
I would like to give special thanks to my family, Cole, Djiana, Diana, Lindsay, Coach Poss and Senior Sides for always being there for me!