Hey everyone. Sorry I keep updating so fast, but I enjoy writing this so much! I'm amazed at the lack of flames, PurpleCobra you're so khewl. You make me smile. :)

PurpleCobra247: That's one of the ideas. I'm glad it scared you slightly. :) 700 Alpha is actually the real name of the experiment, but I shortened it. She has multiple functions, that's only one. The next chapter will be dicovering her and finding out her OTHER abilites.

THIS IS DEDICATED TO PURPLECOBRA247. HE IS TEH KHEWL. :)

This is going to be drastically sad, upsetting even.

Chapter 4: Of Acceptance and Discoveries.

Stitch gazed upon Lilo's picture of her parents, and the picture of him she added unto it. Just seeing it provoked small blue tears from large black eyes. Stitch closed them, pushing the tears back. This creature, which was meant to destroy, corrupt, was crying. Or trying not to. Stitch sat there, motionless, but the thought that flashed through his mind were avid, disturbing, of tears, loss, eternal depression.

Stitch's Thoughts

Stitch had a kitchen knife in his hand, and he was trying to force it into his wrist. But it wouldn't. He stabbed himself with if, but nothing happened. No blood spilled, no flesh tore. The kinife was blunted, though. Stitch collapsed onto small, blue knees. Blue tears escaped his eyes in a flood of sorrow, hatred towards the world. His impervious skin wouldn't give way. But he badly wanted it to. To end his suffering. To not have to see Lilo's motionless body, oh would be joy. But, alas, he was 626, indestructible, destuctive, hated, uncared, unwanted. Left behind... and forgotten.

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Stitch stood in front of Lilo's bed, watching doctors and nurses nursing for her. The heart monitor beeped slowly and faintly. Stitch noticed a rose in his hand. Red, like blood. He opened his hand, and a sickly blue substance dripped to the floor. A thorn had pricked him. Stitch lay the rose on a motionless Lilo's bed. His tears fell unto it, and, in that very second, the tear his the rose petal, and Lilo's heart monitor let out a long beep. A long, endless beep, and silence consumed the room. Stitch stared at the flower in horror, as it wilted on the spot.

"...My...my fault..."

Stitch howled in anguish as he left his thoughts. He punched at the bed, those long held back tears gushing like blood from a slit neck. Blue tears stained the pure white sheet upon lilo's bed, powerful claws ripped it off the bed. At this point, one Pleakley, with bloodshot eye walked past. He was about to scream at the little monster, but then saw blue dripping from his eyes.

"...Stitch?"

"...Pleakley...Ek suh... Mia pajuka. Maka Lilo nawaki... ih?"

Pleakley pondered what the small alien said... or at least tried to figure out what he said. Until Jumba Jookiba walked past. His voice was uncaring, emotionless.

"626 claims that he thinks leetle girl shall... pass on."

Stitch nodded slowly, looking to his creator.

"Jumba."

"What, 626."

"Aka Taga... Suh nireh... Maka tika lawaka."

"NO! If little girl passes on, I will NOT deactivate 626!"

"WHAT? The little monster wants to DIE?"

Stitch ran up to Jumba and hugged his leg tightly. He didn't want attention. He wasn't begging. He needed affection. And Jumba couldn't understand.

"Ach! 626! Please to be releasing my leg!"

Stitch realised he would never be loved the way Lilo loved him. So he sat on the floor, ignoring everything, just waiting. Waiting for Lilo... or her passing.