Disclaimer: I do NOT own Lilo and Stitch or their characters. I only own story, plot, and three experiments: Drea, Slyther, and Master
By the time Lilo and Stitch finished their baths, Nani had came back from working just as the sun set behind the horizon. They met her in the kitchen where Jumba, Pleakley, Nani, Yuki, Teresa, and Elena gathered around the table to eat off their plates. Nani greeted Lilo and her little sister did the same.
Nani handed them their food and told them it was alright to eat in the living room just as long as they didn't make a mess. Lilo and Stitch vowed they wouldn't and walked off into the living room. They placed their plates on their laps, beginning to eat off from it as they watched the program.
A few minutes in the show, the doorbell rang. Lilo put down her plate to go over to the door. Stitch however, remained glued to the television.
"Oh hi Keoni."
KEONI! What's that little scrawny surfer boy doing here!
Relax Stitch.
"Lilo, one of your um pets tried to kill me." Keoni replied as Lilo let me in.
This information perked Stitch. "Who did?"
"I can't really remember his name, but it was that yellow one that lives up in the lighthouse." He replied.
"Sparky." Lilo murmured softly. And to think I once loved that selfish monster.
Who are you talking about?
Nothing you need to worry about.
"Keoni, are you okay, did Sparky hurt you badly?" She asked as she laid a hand on his. Stitch growled at the contact.
"No, fortunately he didn't."
Or unfortunately.
Stitch!
What?
Be nice.
What if I don't want to be nice?
Then you're sleeping in the doghouse outside tonight.
So? I can always escape.
I'm talking about the dog house Jumba built ESPECIALLY for you. The one where you're inside and you can't get out unless Jumba or I say the password.
You wouldn't do that.
Then try me.
I'll pass.
Smart.
Thank you.
Lilo and Stitch giggled, causing Keoni to look at them strangely. Lilo looked up at him. "Keoni, why don't you sleep in the guest room beside Jumba and Pleakley's room since the girls like to lay down here."
"Girls?"
"Teresa, Yuki and Elena. They're here because of a long project we need to finish for hula class." Lilo replied.
Keoni leaned towards Lilo. "How about you stay with me tonight. I'd like to have some company."
Lilo felt her heart pound as he pulled her close to him. She could smell his spicy cologne, overpowering her senses. She closed her eyes as she took in the powerful scent. His arms held tight around her, holding her close. Stitch growled as he grasped Keoni's shirt and pulled him back harshly.
Lilo glared at Stitch but he didn't care. He didn't like Keoni getting an inch near his Lilo. My Lilo? Where did that thought come from? He thought as he snarled furiously at the boy on the ground beside the couch.
Yeah Stitch, where did that My Lilo come from?
Nowhere.
Stitch, help Keoni back up.
No.
Why?
Because I don't like him.
So?
So I'm not going to help him up.
Do you want to sleep in the doghouse?
Stitch scowled as he volunteered his hand to Keoni. With a growl, he roughly pulled Keoni to his feet. Lilo rolled her eyes as Stitch hurled him to the couch then crossed his arms in an angry fashion. He loathed Keoni with every bone in his body and didn't like him anywhere near Lilo.
Much to Stitch's enjoyment, Lilo declined Keoni's offer in wanting her to stay in the same room as him. He bit back a whoop of joy before going into the kitchen to get something to eat for the boy. He chose to give him the peanut butter and jelly sandwich that Nani had made for Lilo to eat. He took it then came back into the living room. He handed it to the surfer boy who began munching down on it.
"So, Keoni, when's your dad coming back from his meeting in Florida?" Lilo asked.
"Not until next Monday. I feel sorry for him sometimes." He laughed. "Anyway, I'm getting kind of tired, do you mind if I go to bed now?"
"No! Go on. Goodnight." Lilo bade.
"Night." He responded then left.
Stitch put his arm around Lilo's shoulders and pulled her to him, letting her head rest on his shoulder. There was silence for a minute until the question about the Seloverena Blessing popped into her head. "Stitch, what is the Seloverena Blessing?"
Stitch swallowed. "It's rather a curse that usually experiments get. You see, million of Earth years ago, there was this female experiment created by a very genius Turian man. Her number was 22089 and he named her Selena. She was a lovely experiment with a figure of Houdini but with small curves. Her fur a delicious color of sky blue and her chest the purest of white. Her long blue tail resembled that to the tail of a of a fluffy dog, kind of like Gigi's but pulled into a messy bun. Her floppy, curly ears a dark blue laid behind her back. It said that one day, Selena's creator snapped and did gruesome things to her. He hit her, beat her, so many horrible things. For that, she was a broken down experiment.
She ran away from the lab and met experiment 22088 AKA Clover . He had the figure of Kixx, but with midnight black fur and only two muscular arms. At first, they were enemies to each other until one day, Clover found out about his creator beating mercilessly on Selena. He started caring for her until one day, they fell in unconditional love. Their love continued for many years. They knew each other inside and out so they were able to read each other's minds and feel each other's pain.
Then the dreaded day came. Selena and Clover's creator found them and was disgusted by their love. He created them to never love anyone but to hate. He was so angry that he almost killed Selena, but Clover got in the way and he took the blast. Rage couldn't even describe the blaze in Selena's eyes as she killed off her creator slowly and painfully. With that done, she ran to Clover who was dying and gasping for air. She stayed with him until a blue and black wind swirled around them. For some reason, Selena felt the urge to say such powerful words that are still unknown. When she said them, Clover came back to life, but he still had his wounds. Selena then realized she had the same wounds as Clover's. Once they were healed, they lived life for as long as they could.
When they lived the experiments' original lifespan, they died in each other's arms. He didn't die before her and she didn't die in front of him. The black and blue wind surrounded them again which made them close their eyes in an eternal slumber. When their bodies were found, nobody could pull them off each other. Their arms were like glued around each other. So instead, they picked both of them up and carried them to the front yard were they buried the two lovers.
They called it the Seloverena Blessing, because they tied Selena and Clover's names together. The blessing, even though many people sees it as curse, came from the love Selena and Clover once had together. And it surprises me very much that we have it. I always thought Angel and I were going to get it since we loved each other, apprently I'm more devoted to you than I am her."
Stitch had remembered the story Jumba read to him about the Seloverena Blessing when he and Angel were together. He and Angel were fascinated by it that they had read it constantly during the day, wondering if they be cursed with the Seloverena Blessing.
Lilo asked how they got it and he shrugged. He said it usually happens when two experiments love each other unconditionally or they are devoted to each other, then that's when it happens. Lilo stared at Stitch and he did her. They couldn't believe they were cursed with it. After a moment of staring, they decided it was only because they were devoted to each other as best friends are. After all, both felt they would die for each other, so that had something to do with it.
They sat back and watched TV until both decided on going to bed. Lilo fell on top of her cool sheets, smiling at the silky texture. She rubbed her face against it, smiling contently. Stitch stared at her and she looked at him. His eyes looked at her bed and then at her. She smiled and lifted her sheet so he would see a vacant spot right next to her. He smiled then jumped into bed with her. He placed his arms around her, snuggling close to her.
"I love you." He murmured softly in her chest.
She smiled. "I love you too Stitch."
She then cuddled close to him and they slept blissfully throughout the night.
Meanwhile…
Slyther and Drea had to keep watch on Sparky while Master went out to get food supplies as they had eaten everything in the fridge. They watched the TV that Drea had once again conceived using her witty brain. Slyther, of course, was jealous by Master praising her work and didn't get any remarks on his job well done with Sparky.
Drea watched on the TV as Sparky went to sleep. She turned it off, stretching and yawning. She laid down on the bed, her eyes beginning to close. Slyther growled at her. This was his room, not hers. She had no right sleeping on his bed. He climbed on top and kicked her roughly in the side until she rolled off.
She landed with a soft 'oof' on the floor. She looked up and glared at Slyther. "What was that for!"
"That's for sleeping on MY bed!" Slyther yelled as he laid down.
Drea snarled viciously. Her breathing became erratic as the fire within her combined into a powerful and fatal source of energy. Slyther noticed the small lump on her violet snout and immediately dodged behind the bed just as Drea shot out the first blast. The red ball of fire flew over Slyther's head and smacked into the bookcase. He jumped up just as it was tumbling down on him.
When he thought he was safe, he felt Drea hurling herself on his back. He bucked as her hands burned through his silver furred neck. She was steaming hot all over which meant she was very angry. Drea could be temperamental sometimes, especially when she's around Slyther. The silver experiment groaned in pain as her paws covered his eyes, stinging them harshly with her sweltering hands.
"Are you going to let me have your bed tonight?" She purred sweetly in his ear.
"No. I called this room first. You go lay out on your little pallet." Slyther screamed at her.
"I will not." She retorted as she sank her teeth into his neck. He whined. "Say you'll let me have the bed for tonight."
"N-Never!" He moaned in pain as her teeth sunk deeper, inflicting even more agony blistering through his neck.
"What is going on here!"
Drea immediately pounced off Slyther's back just as Master opened the door. He stared in shock as Drea laid visibly unharmed on the bed while Slyther's neck bled and consistently shivered violently. He glanced at Drea then back to Slyther. His eyes glazed with frustration. "Were you two fighting again?"
"He wouldn't let me have the bed even after all I've accomplished." Drea replied suavely as if it wasn't such a big deal.
Master glared at the trembling silver experiment. "Slyther, come with me."
Slyther retreated from the bed without a single word. Drea nestled under the sheets, feeling a twinge of worry shoot through her heart. She watched as Master grabbed Slyther roughly by the neck and practically threw him out. She wanted so badly to see what Master was going to do to him, but decided to stay put. She knew what would happen if Master caught her nosing around in business she's not supposed to be nosing around in. Besides she hated him right?
She thought back to her past with Slyther and felt the tears well up in his eyes. No, I will not cry over him. I hate him. The past is the past, this is the present. With that, she rolled over to sleep.
Slyther's heart pounded against his chest as Master harshly hurled him inside his room. He locked the door and pointed at the bed all the while glaring at the silver experiment. Slyther did as his Master asked. The handcuffs Drea once again brilliantly installed came wrapping around Slyther's ankles and wrists.
Master came up with the leather rope in his hand. Slyther stared wide eyed. He knew his punishment. Master bent back then swatted Slyther with the rope time and time again. Slyther cried out in agony as the rope cut deeper into his fur, staining the bed sheets with his pink blood.
After Master grew bored whipping the now bloody experiment, Master threw away the switch. He came up to Slyther and curled his hand around the experiment's neck. He closed his eyes as the power burned through his being, causing him pleasure as his eyes opened. They were a bloody red and Slyther knew what was to come next. His crown like shape on his forehead illuminated with an intense glow. Slyther screamed as his whole being throbbed with the unpleasant sensation.
"You will be nice to Drea from now on will you?" He asked in frightening voice. Slyther didn't respond. He shook him. "Will you?"
Slyther nodded. "Y-Yes!"
"You will let her have anything she wants?"
"Yes!"
Master released Slyther's neck. "Good boy. Rest easy."
He then turned and walked away. For the first time, Slyther's eyes watered and he cried. "Why is it that she's number one on Master's list? Am I just a nuisance?"