Chapter 4
Broken Hearts
ElectricCircuslover: This really isn't all that great. I've been working on this for several months, little by little. I had to write though my deepest depressions, I got sick and bed ridden for a few days, friends having trouble left and right. It's been total chaos on my end.
I don't want to sound rude or leave you hanging Chickenlover48. You've been a wonderful editor and when I came to you I was in need and my mind was scrambled. I can finally think clearly now and I thank you for your patience, but I'm back to normal now and I'm going to go off on my own once again. I hope you don't get mad at me or feel I'm standing you up. Please don't be mad at me. You're a great person and really good story editor.
Now, as for the story. I've really got to shorten this story, only because I'm running out of ideas and it's taking a lot of my times. I got the endings thought up so I'm not worrying about that, but this story to really taking up my time. I'm sorry if I disappointed anyone. I do apologize very much. Once I get this story done, I can finally quicken my writing pace. I also want to advise you that this chap has one part that has mature content, well, I don't know you decide. If it is, it's the only time in this story.
Try to enjoy.
It was late at night. Dinner was done and over with along with bath/shower time. It was a good day for the most part for the residence of the Pelekai and Petals house hold (I say Petals too because Angel pays for everything, including the bills. Nani basically owes Angel). Everybody watched some movies and television, with the exception of Stitch and Angel, who decided to talk and cuddle in their room. Nothing new really.
"I'm so happy, I could explode," Angel said with much excitement in her voice, crushing Stitch with her weight as she kissed his lips.
"I'm happy, too, Angel. We're going to be parents a lot sooner than expected. The best part is, they all have names now. Stitchie Lee Petals, Spring Angelina Petals, Berrie Rose Petals, and Andy James Petal just sound so perfect for them. I wonder what abilities they'll all have?" Stitch smiled, returning Angel's kiss.
"Well, I can tell one of them, or more has your strength for sure with all the kicks I get. You know how much that hurts? It's like being head-butt in the stomach. Other than that, I still love them. How often do you see them?" Angel purred, laying her head down on Stitch's chest.
"I get a few looks during the day. I get one good look in the morning and another before going to bed. They look really beautiful Angel, they really do. I've noticed that their eyes would open often. I think it's cute to see them in such a form with their eyes open. They're also smiling, too. I wonder if they can see me if they have their eyes open? Well, the ones with x-ray vision anyways, that's if they possess the ability," Stitch wondered, rubbing his mates back.
"Never thought about that. Hee, hee, wouldn't it be funny if they started calling you 'ma-ma?'" Angel chuckled.
"Hey, that's not funny. Well, I hope they call you 'da-da' then, Mrs. Angel Love Petals," Stitch kissed Angel's head.
"Do you think they'll be treated fairly at school? I can just imagine them getting picked on for being so small and having parents same size as human pre-schoolers. I would feel embarrassed if I was a child," Angel sighed at the end.
"Oh my. I never thought about that. Now that I think about it, maybe they will. Then again, if they get picked on then I would imagine the other experiment children would get picked on, too. I don't know how things will play out really. We can only predict and assume for now. Personally, I think they'll be just fine with the other experiment children around. If not, I can tell we're going to get lots phone calls," Stitch chuckled.
"Hey, be nice now. We don't want to give them any ideas now," Angel snuggled up to Stitch.
"They're not even born yet, woman. It's not they're just going to pick a fight right away. You'll be-" he was cut off when he was kicked by one of his children, "Angel. Can you get off me please," he squeaked.
"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" Angel got off him, starting to panic.
"No, not at all, Angel. One of them kicked me in a place that should not be kicked. Dang, that hurts," Stitch rolled to his side in a fetal position.
"Sorry, Stitch. I should've position myself in an area that was a little less 'sensitive,' Angel apologized, sitting up as she was watching her bugee bu with pain on his face.
"No need to. It wasn't expected, nor intended. I suppose this is what you feel when they kick. I don't know how you can stand it?" Stitch smiled, setting up with little pain now.
"After the being kicked for months many times, you kind of get used to it. It still hurts like hell though, but tolerable enough to survive through the pain of it. The joys of being pregnant," Angel said with sarcasm.
Stitch scratched the back of his head, still feeling guilty for making his mate feel the way she does
"Don't even feel that way. I've lived with you long enough to know what that scratch means," Angel quickly recognized his 'guilty-back-of-the-head' scratch, "Don't feel guilty. I've told you over and over not to feel that way. This is the price and I'm willing to pay it. Yes you love me, yes you worry about me, but I'm a big girl. I can handle some uncomfortable things myself. I'm very thankful for your help, but you feeling bad for me don't help me at all. Actually, it does more hurt than help," Angel held his paws in hers.
"I know, I just can't help feeling that way. Because of me, I almost lost you and our children several times. I just want this to be over so things will be normal again. That's all I want," Stitch shed a tear.
Angel's ears drooped as far as they could, "It wasn't your fault. I don't know what happened to me, but what I did was unacceptable and reckless regardless. You know, I'm glad to have a family that can tolerate me. I know people are mad at me, but the family knows my problem, but I feel that isn't good enough for my case. Still, I thank you, Lilo, and Jumba for saving me this morning. I would also like to apologize to you for the way I've been acting towards you. I should, never, ever treat you in such a bad way. You are too special. I know you'll never betray me and the o'hana, why should I isolate you like that? Bottom line is, I'm sorry for all the pain I've given you," she hugged him tightly and kissed her mate's cheek
"It's alright, Angel. I've always understood the situation and I've never felt that I should ever leave you. I'll always love you, no matter how violent or unstable you become. You're my angel, and you'll always be my angel," Stitch started crying.
"And you're a permanent stitch of love in my heart," Angel cried too, hugging him tighter.
(One hour later)
The house was dark with all the lights out. Everyone was in bed and asleep in their wonderful dreams, with the exception of Angel, who was still being terrorized by Super Shadow Stitch in her dreams. The only person, who was awake, but very tired, was Stitch. He just couldn't sleep with all that has gone on today. He turned to face his mate, but the faces he was seeing on her made him look the other way, only because it made him feel even guiltier than he felt about himself now.
Stitch stared at the closet, then shifted to the ceiling, then back to the closet. He gave up trying to sleep and sat up, rubbing his drowsy eyes in frustration. It frustrated him greatly with all the thoughts keeping him awake. His mind was racing and he had no idea on how to put the emergency brakes on. He thought about Sandy and Carmen bugging him. He also felt bad about how he treated them both earlier. Stitch absolutely knew that it wasn't going to end well and that he was going to be the one to break their hearts, but picturing them crying hurt him inside. It was a double-edged sword to the heart, but he felt he had to do something soon or who knew what Sandy and Carmon were capable of.
Then he thought of his children and their future with education and 'fitting in' being part of the main worry. Stitch didn't know how school worked, other than just learning about everything that was needed to know about life, the past, and the present. He learned a few things about Lilo's hula school, but the two schools focused on two different topics, more different than similar. Face it, his kids were not going to learn physics or in-depth history in a hula school. Sure they would learn plenty of useful concepts such as friendship, sharing, Hawaiian culture, creativity, imagination, and self-expression in their own personal preference. Plus, seeing his kids laughing and having fun on the stage while picturing Angel in the audience, smiling with joy, made Stitch happy inside, too. However, something was bugging him, a sense of dread in the near future. He couldn't place his claw on it. For some reason, he felt a great sense of worry over Angel and her birth. It felt so sudden and unexpectedly as if something bad was going to happen.
Stitch shook his head, trying to think of something else in his racing mind as he lied back down and covered up. He once more tried going to sleep, but once again, his mind wouldn't stop racing. It really bothered him with all these thoughts and mixed feelings. He felt a great deal of worry, a lot of joy of what was coming in the future, some guilt for making Angel feel uncomfortable by being pregnant for these many horrible months, and finally, a little upset about Angel hogging most of the blanket again. Though, it was better to have the blanket getting squeezed to a pulp than him. Stitch couldn't believe that Jumba made her gain at least fifteen pounds a month. Fifteen! For his size, that was like gaining forty. Though, he still loved her no matter what the situation was. After all, he went through a lot without her and trying to keep her was another battle that was swiftly won.
His eyes were starting to sting, telling him he had no choice but to sleep. Before giving into his eye's demand for sleep, Stitch turned on his X-ray vision and looked through his mate's belly, seeing his four lovely babies in their sleeping form. It actually made him shed a tear with how cute they looked. Seeing them again, only fueled his desire for them. Though, with patience and time drawing close, he knew his dreams would come true. With that, he closed his eyes, lied down, and scooted closer to Angel, giving her a kiss on the lips before finally going to sleep.
(10 hours and 47 minutes later)
Angel woke up to the scent of pancake with banana slices in the air. She opened up her eyes and took a big whiff of the smell before getting out of bed. She struggled a little to get up, but was aided by Stitch with his extra arms.
"I made your favorite breakfast treat, pancakes with banana and chocolate syrup with whip cream on top," Stitch smiled at her, holding a breakfast tray with a large stack of pancakes with toppings, a yellow cup of orange juice, four slices of strawberry jelly toast, a small cup of milk, and a remote to the tv on a long dresser on the right of the door that had many pictures of the family.
"Ooh, what's the special occasion?" Angel purred, looking at the breakfast tray with glee.
"I'm just happy that's all. Plus, when was the last time you had breakfast in bed? Quite a while, right?" Stitch smiled, setting the tray on her legs, well, trying to anyways.
"Was that when…Oh, wait. I promised I won't speak of it again. Thanks very much, but don't you think this is a little much? I'm pregnant, not a fat cow," Angel chuckled, looking at the tall stack of pancakes.
"Tell that to your stomach. You know how loud it was this morning? I'm surprised the kids didn't kick you to shut it up," Stitch joked, handing his mate the knife and fork.
"That was so funny, I forgot to laugh. Hardy, har-har," Angel said playfully, cutting into the whopping eight pancakes, "Got any plans for today?" she said, before shoving the eight triangular pieces into her mouth.
"Not really. All I'm doing today is helping Lilo with her hula school project. She's supposed to do a family collage, kind of a show and tell thing really. I also promised Nani to clean her room up; after all, I was the one scrounging around in there."
"Why in the world were you in her room?" Angel wondered, swallowing her eight pieces and going for more.
"I was looking for your violet lipstick. I could've sworn I saw Nani have it in her hand," Stitch shrugged.
"I found that lipstick, like, two weeks ago in my dresser. I told you I found it, where were your ears when I told you, huh?" Angel grumbled as Stitch sat down in front of her feet.
"Um…Listening to a foot ball game that I missed anyway," Stitch smiled nervously.
"You and your football. Do you know how barbaric it is? Why would you chase a ball around back and forth? It's senseless," Angel said casually, drinking half of her milk away.
"So, you used to chase butterflies before Jumba said you had to be in the house during the day. It's the same darn thing, only football is more physical," Stitch crossed his arms.
"At least when you catch the butterfly you can eat it. A football has a terrible flavor to it. Trust me I would know. Even Nani's shoes taste better and I chew on them frequently. Plus, butterflies have protein, footballs don't."
"You're the one who's eating up Nani's shoes. And all this time, I was the one getting the blame. When Nani complains that her shoes are missing, I'm pointing at you."
"Boy, that's coming a lot from a person that accidently swallowed Lilo's left sandal. By the way, who was the one who took the blame for it? Hmmm?" Angel put her hand next to her right ear hole.
Stitch sighed, 'You did,"
"Tanka" Angel said happily, "Plus, I bought those shoes for Nani anyways, I should get rights to them. Heck, I'll just get her new shoes and keep her old ones for chewing. I like the flavor of shoes," Angel took another big bite out of her stack of pancakes.
"You have the strangest taste buds I've ever met. At least what I eat is healthy," Stitch smiled.
"Last time could remember, junk mail wasn't in the food pyramid, neither is toilet water, broken toasters, snot, earwax, or left shoes," she pointed out, making Stitch blush with embarrassment.
"Well, maybe the person who devised the food pyramid was hopped up on something. Plus, in the Gorlos's Stair Latter to Nutrition (it looks like the food pyramid, but it's in a shape of a step ladder) shoes are a good source of protein. See, not all things I munch on have to be unhealthy. Though, I won't comment on why I like toilet water," Stitch fumbled with his hands.
"I don't care what you do as long you brush your teeth and lips with tooth paste or something, because I don't toilet water in my mouth. Anyways, shoes are not a good source of protein. Those races of people are crazy anyways. Why would you read a health guide or whatever from them when their cannibals? Those people eat anything they get their fins on, even their own children. Why do you think their labeled as 'endangered species?'" Angel bent her fingers at the 'endangered species' part.
Stitch shrugged, "Okay, smarty pants. You eat your pancakes and I'll help Lilo with her project. Just ask someone to help you, or better yet, we'll be in the living room. Just call my name and I'm here, okay?"
"Sure. It doesn't bother me at all. Plus, you and Lilo need some quality time anyways. She's not going to be a little girl forever," Angel smiled happily.
"Thanks, Angel. I knew you would understand," Stitch got on his feet and kissed Angel's cheek.
"It's no problem at all," she said, drinking the rest of her milk and ready to move onto the strawberry jelly toast.
"Thanks again," Stitch thanked again and hopped off of the bed and left the room.
"Such a worry wart," Angel chuckled to herself, taking another bite out of her breakfast.
(In the Living Room)
Lilo sat on blue carpet Angel had bought next to fine circular cut in the middle of the carpet, which was actually another high-tech elevator that led to a new play room Jumba was still working on. He knew that there was going to be a lot of activity with the new youngins, so he thought of a play room that replaced the empty 'garage' under the house. Come on, he's not going to want his experiments become play things now. Though, he did get a good scolding from Angel about cutting into her brand new carpet. However, that was many months ago and since then Angel has entirely forgotten the ordeal. Though, drop some food on that carpet and you might be cleaning it with your toothbrush.
"How's Angel doing? Is she being friendly this morning?" Lilo asked Stitch as he walked into the living room, waiting to start on her project.
"Angel nice. Angel playful for change," Stitch said proudly, sitting next to Lilo on the carpet in the middle of the room.
"Playful, huh? I haven't heard that in months. Do you think she's returning normal now that she found out that your babies are coming?" Lilo smiled, getting her a very large card-board paper off the couch along with her supplies.
"Dunno, Lilo," Stitch shrugged, helping Lilo get the rest of her stuff off the couch and onto the carpet.
"Okay, we've got necessities for the project, now it's time to hunt around for stuff that portrays a family member's characteristics, like Jumba with science, which would be a picture of an atom or robot. Or we could find a funny looking food that could resemble Pleakley's cooking. Get it?" Lilo explained.
Stitch shook his head 'yes.'
"So far, the only family members I know and have is my grandpa, Hank Packie and Grandma K'lina Packie both died of heart attacks. Since my Grandpa came from the States, I guess we could find an American flag to for his characteristics and Grandma would be a aloha flower necklace, since she was pure Hawaiian. We could ask Pleakley for one of his, flower necklaces, since he collects then like crazy. As for the flag, we can get a small one up at the hardware story. Better yet, we could hunt around in the attic. I'm sure Coco wouldn't mind, unless Angel fallows us, which probably won't happen any time soon. By the way, how many times has she eaten him?" Lilo asked Stitch, who shook his head in disbelief.
"Seven times, would've been eight if meega didn't grab feet," Stitch sighed.
"I guess we'll leave him be. Never know if Angel would actually fallow, even if though she's not allowed in the attic. All it takes is one whiff of his chocolate aroma and he'll be another meal. Yeah, let's play it safe and go to the hardware store. Maybe I can see those two experiments that I've been hearing about. Anyways, back to the project. As far as I know, I only have my parents, an uncle that I don't ever hear from any more, Nani, David, Jumba, Pleakley, you, Angel, your guy's 'puppies' and the Experiments. You, Angel, your kids, some of the experiment, and their kids are going to be a little tough to put into my project. After all, you guys are all protected by the government now. Plus, you two are 'twenty six' and 'married,' Lilo bent her fingers down at the last bit.
(It was all arranged by Cobra Bubbles. Experiments that were building families and were seeking education for their off-springs were helped by Cobra, He takes care of everything, from false ages to marital status, but the experiments must have a blue card with the information they want on it to prevent any confusion later down the road. The card is supposed to be updated every year, weather divorce or new off-springs coming in. Smart system. After all, the knowledge of aliens inhabiting the Earth must be kept under wraps by the government. Don't want planet wide panic now?)
"Could name…Um…Puppies after us. Close friends with Pelekai family," Stitch winked.
"That'll do, Stitch. I'll name 'my' puppies after my close Petals family friends. Friends are family, too. Good thinking, Stitch. I wonder what colors fur they're going to have? It doesn't matter, they're all going to be colorful (if they only knew about the fifth child). Could I cut a little fur from you and Angel later down the road? I'll probably do you guys last," Lilo asked.
"Sure, Lilo. Naga know about Angel. Angel love fur," Stitch agreed.
"Well, we could ask later anyways. If she says 'no' then we can find something else that would fit her characteristic. It shouldn't be hard. Anyways, do you have any ideas for Nani? I was thinking of mouth picture or something relevant to that, to show the class that she either yells too much or she talks your ears off on the phone."
"Um, naga mouth. Surf board," Stitch added.
"That's great and all, but David's going to be the surf board because he surfs most of the day. Hmm, I got it, Nani could be a 'heart' because she's got a big enough one to let you and Angel have kids here. To be honest with you Stitch, I was surprised to even let Angel, Coco, Belle and her soon-to-come kids, and your kids live here. What made her have a change of heart? I guess she was relying on Jumba to take care of the space issue. Well, at least it keeps Jumba busy for a while. The best part out of this whole thing is, the Pelekai and Petals household should have a really long and large basement by now. I wonder how long Jumba's going to make it? He's been working on it for months. Yeah, I got side tracked again. I guess I'll stick with a heart for Nani. We can find them easily in magazines. What should we make Jumba and Pleakley? Bad food would be funny, but I don't want to do anything behind Pleakley's back."
"Shopping. Find mall picture?" Stitch shrugged.
"See, I told you this would be easy. We could do this in two ways. One would be finding a picture in the news paper or magazine. And two, would be a little bit more of a challenge, but it would make the project stand out. We could look for a toy or something to make a shape of a store or mall. It's your choice, Stitch. One or two?"
"Two, two, two!" He exclaimed, putting up two fingers.
"Two it is. But it's got to be small though so there's room for everybody else. Maybe we can check out that new toy store that opened up recently. I've got a little money, but there's no worry if we don't have enough. This is supposed to be a fun project for us," Lilo smiled, "Okay, Jumba can be picture or toy of a brain, because he's really smart. I guess my parents could be angels, because, well, they're angels now. They're always watching the whole o'hana. They would be proud of all of us," Lilo smiled widely with a tear or two coming out, "My, Uncle Jeff, could be a boat, because he loves boats and he works on a cruise ship. I've got a small toy boat I can use for the project," she changed the subject, wiping her tears away, "Last for the humans, I can use my Elvis Poster Card, to picture me, because Elvis Presley is my favorite singer, slash, hero. Now, it time for the Experiments…
(At the Beach)
"I've told you time and time again, Carmon. I'm going to find food and I'm not eating stupid-infested-fruit," Sandy growled at Carmon, who sat down and watched Sandy march away.
"Well, I'm going to fallow you and laugh when you don't," Carmon snubbed the 625ish experiment, eating the rest of her apple.
The two experiments left the beach, searching for other sources of food. Sandy looked and looked around, but the only food stand outside was Slushy's ice cream, not even that was appetizing enough for breakfast.
"So, how's your search going? So far, the only food I've seen is fruit and Slushy's ice cream," Carmon rubbed it in, still fallowing Sandy around like a lost puppy.
The blue 625ish experiment with green 'v' all over her body snarled and smacked every fruit off of Carmon's head, "Does that answer your question?!" Bellowed, walking off again.
"Geeze, you didn't have to knock off every bit of fruit off my head. You could've just said 'no.' Such a temper," Carmon complained.
"Well, it doesn't help when you're antagonizing me. And yes, I've got a temper. So such your yap and let me find food," Sandy growled.
"Maybe I will," Carmon crossed all her arms.
"Finally a prayer has been answered!" Sandy raised her hands with frustration.
They walked around town for a while and once more finding food was once again, never found, other than Angel's 'Heavenly Sweet' dessert shop and Slushy's ice cream stand.
"Forget it! I'm going to march up to Stitch's home and getting something to eat. I'm tired of being hungry and your fruit is not going to fit the bill," Sandy growled, walking down the street with Carmon fallowing.
"Stitch said-" Carmon tried speaking but Sandy interrupted with a sharp growl.
"I don't care what he says. I'm hungry and I'm not going to have a man tell me what to do and what not to do. I'm a woman. I'm supposed to be pampered, cared for, and loved, not get cast aside like some junky in rehab."
It was a long walk to the house, but Sandy felt relieved to walk up the drive way and the stairs. Sandy gulped before knocking on the red door.
Shortly after she knocked, Stitch opened the door, shaking his head in disbelief.
"I've told you two not to come here until I give the okay. Go away," Stitch growled, slamming the door on Sandy's face.
"See, told you he didn't want us around," Carmon shrugged.
Sandy glared at her, "Stitch!! You've got food and a home. Carmon and I have nothing!! So open up this door and get us something to eat!" Sandy bellowed, pounding on the door.
The door opened again only this time, Lilo opened it, "Sorry about that. Stitch usually doesn't do that to other family members. Come in," Lilo greeted.
"Thanks,..Uh…Lilo Pelekai? Is that right?" Sandy thanked.
"Just call me, Lilo. Come in, come in. I can direct you to the kitchen," Lilo said happily, letting the two experiments in.
"Thanks so very much. At least there's at least one kind person in this town," Sandy glared at Stitch as she fallowed Lilo into the kitchen.
"There's lots of things to eat here and I would be glad to make you something to eat," Lilo offered.
"Well, thanks. I really like that. You know, I like you already. Is there a way I could, I don't know, live here? I've got no home, but the sand of the beach. That's probably why Stitch named me, Sandy. He expected me to live in dirt. The nights get cold, and do you know it's scary for a woman with my class to be out in the middle of the night?" Sandy asked, putting together a sob story.
"I don't know. My older sister Nani, might not like that. Plus, where are we going to put you? Space is becoming an issue. I could find you a home. A one true place for both of you," Lilo said, getting out some jelly.
"How about tomorrow or the next day. Ever since the activation of Carmon and I, we've done nothing but run around. Can't we get just a day or two to just relax and not worry about something getting us? I'm desperate, Lilo. I'll live anywhere here. I'll move into the bathroom if I have to," Sandy begged.
"Well, you two could stay in the attic for a little bit. I'm sure Coco would like company. Maybe two can keep him company. I'm pretty sure he gets bored being up there all day," Lilo gave in, getting a big hug from the two experiments.
"Tanka! Tanka! Tanka!" Sandy and Carmon said in unison.
"Remember, this is only a few days. Okay?" Lilo broke the tight squeeze.
"Sure," Sandy smiled.
Lilo made the duo a few sandwiches. Sandy ate them like as if she never ate a thing in her life. A few minutes had past and both experiments couldn't eat any more. It was the only meal they ate that wasn't on top of Carmon's head since activation.
Sandy felt satisfied and the only thing she wanted to do was relax. Plus, she didn't have to worry about burning alive from the sun for awhile. The only thing she didn't want was Angel around her, remembering the conflict two days ago.
"Where's that attic? I would like to take a nap," Sandy asked, putting the plates in the sink.
"It's right there," Lilo pointed at a part of the ceiling with string hanging down.
"Ooh, Jumba taught me how to open these. Watch me do it in one try," Carmon told Lilo happily, who gave her a confused look, not understanding a word Carmon said
Carmon aimed her top right maraca and kept an eye shut. She threw her maraca at the string, which did nothing but move the string back and forth. Though, Sandy chuckled a bit when the noise maker hit Carmon's face.
"You've got to be kidding, Carmon. I haven't lived for a whole year, excluding the pod form, and I already know that," Sandy shook her head in disbelief, climbing onto the wall and pulled down the string, making stairs fall down, "See? Stairs come down and now we can move to the attic," Sandy teased, crawling into the attic, "Thanks very much, Lilo," Sandy thanked, disappearing into the large attic.
Carmon picked up her maraca and walked up the stairs, thanking Lilo before closing the door and locking it.
"What the heck was all that about? You didn't have to lie to her and make Stitch sound like a jerk. We could've looked for person who would want pets and we could've blended in," Carmon complained sitting down on top of a box next to the stairs.
"So I had to twist a few tongues and make a story. We've got a place to sleep for now and we're close to Stitch. I would rather spend my time in a cluttered small attic over a cold down pour in the middle of the night. Last time I remember, I didn't give up on my dignity. You're too much by the book, give yourself a break. Men like outgoing woman and very little restriction in a relationship. If he wants to hang out with a few friends and some are girls. Let'em," Sandy leaned against a chest, keeping her arm on top of it for support.
"I'm not by the book. I want to do things that right. Plus, I don't need your help in order to further myself in life. If I have to eat the same fruit on my head or continuously hunt for a home, then let me. I don't need help to be myself. In fact, I don't need your help at all," Carmon crossed her arms, and turned her back on Sandy, only to see a pair of eyes in front of hers.
She screeched and hit the brown experiment on the head with one of her maracas.
"Ow, what was that for?" the brown experiment complained, rubbing his head.
The experiment was just as tall as Sandy, but not by much. Most of his fur was brown, but from his lower jaw down to the underneath his short and fat reptilian tail was pink, along with the bottom parts of his paws. His head grew long brown hair, with the tips of each hair follicle being a dark red. His head was more rounded than Stitch, but his ears resembled Retro's ears and his nose was horizontal, not like the average vertical nose the experiments had. His eyes were just like any other experiment and his front two teeth jut down like a beaver. He didn't have sharp claws, but rounded red nails and there were dark red oval-shaped markings from the top end of his tail going up to the back of head, disappearing into the long fuzzy hair.
"Sorry. You scared me. Next time tap my shoulder or something, instead of hanging around back of me," Carmon complained.
"Didn't mean to. Sorry. Why are you two up here? Let me, guess…Eat me? Well, if that's the case. Let me at least close my eyes and turn my back. I won't fight back," the experiment turned his back, closing his eyes and sighed deeply, "Come on. I've gone down quicker than this and I promise I won't even kick when I'm inside your empty-place and belly-space. Just make sure you feed me well and have clothes when I come out," he sighed even deeper, honestly believing he was going to be eaten.
Sandy and Carmon looked at each other with complete confusion, "What the heck are you talking about?" Sandy asked with a sharp tone.
"I'm sorry. I never used to be like this until Angel came along. I used to be happy and jolly and I left this attic quite frequently and didn't come back in days. Now, I spent all my time up here because of Angel's extreme obsession with chocolate. All it takes is one whiff of my fur and in her belly-space I go. Then again, since the beginning of her pregnancy, she's eaten from forks and spoons to nuts and bolts lying around the house. Her taste buds are out of whack and I'm paying for it," he explained, climbing onto a box and sitting down, putting his elbows on his legs.
"Isn't that cannibalism? That's terrible. What's your name?" Sandy wondered.
"I'm Experiment 052 or Coco. I turn things into chocolate by firing a beam from my mouth (please correct me on how he turns things into chocolate. Remember, I never read the comics so I don't know what I'm missing). It would be cannibalism if we were all the same species of space animal, but we're not. Stitch's a Starlikyte (Star-Li-Kite) and Angel's a Crylangneeoid (Cry-Lang-nee-oid), and I'm a Zixeeke (Ze-zeek), all of us are a first species of something. Thank you Jumba for making us out of different animal species," Coco growled at the last sentence, "I never dwell on the topic. I'm a person, regardless what people say or what the facts are. If I can speak and act like any other talking and functioning person, then I don't care. The other experiments think the same way, too. We don't need charts to show what we are. We're just as much of a person than anything else. We're all just a one of a kind. Literally one of a kind," Coco explained.
"You've got a point there. Don't know what specie I am, but I don't care. As you explained, we don't need to know because we're just as much of a person as anyone else. By the way, I'm Experiment 622 or just Sandy. I'm designed to be 'super soldier' and such, but I'm not really a fighter. I was activated two days ago along with my friend, Carmon," Sandy introduce, giving him a warm smile.
"As Sandy said, I'm Experiment 123 or Carmon. I make people dance until they pass out. Do you like to dance?" Carmon introduced, smiling with joy after asking Coco her favorite question.
"Um…no. I don't dance because I've got nobody to dance to and I have plans to keep it like that," Coco sadly said.
"This planet is so boring. Nobody wants to dance! It should be a crime!" Carmon exclaimed, raising her four arms in frustration.
"Complain to the Galactic Alliance. I'm sure they would love to argue over the issue," Sandy chuckled in sarcasm.
Carmon just glared at her and turned her back Sandy and Coco.
"Do you girls fight like this often? It's not healthy, you know," Coco inquired, looking concerned.
"Fight? That's all we've done since our activation. Believe it or not, it kind of keeps us together in a way. Both of us don't really have a home and we're alone together. I guess the fighting keeps our minds preoccupied. That, and the thoughts of Stitch," Sandy swooned during the last sentence.
"I take it you both love Stitch right?" Coco raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah," the girls swooned.
"I would give up if I were you. Stitch and Angel are the most territorial when it comes to love; and Angel being pregnant and bugee bu'd with Stitch is like walking on a minefield blindfolded. Give up. There's lots of men seeking female experiments. I'm even searching around, but all the good-looking experiments are taken, not saying you two are not good looking at all. I think you two are cute and pretty," Coco blushed, who was followed by the other two experiments.
"Thanks. I think you're cute, too," Carmon complimented, turning to Coco.
"Thanks for the compliment, Coco. It's really flattering and all, but I'm still pursuing Stitch. I don't care what anybody says, I'm going to have him in my life, even if I have to share him with Angel," Sandy crossed her arms, still feeling confident.
"You can go ahead then. I'm giving up. The chances are stacked against us and if I were you, I would give up, too. I'm not going to pry into someone else's life when I shouldn't I should've given up a long time ago, but I was stubborn, not as much as you, but at least I'm smart enough to stop," Carmon grumbled.
"Good for you then. Maybe you and Coco could kiss and make up. I'm not giving up," Sandy growled, getting up, walking around the chest, laying her back against it, "By the way, I'm taking a nap like I told Lilo. Miss-by-the-book," she grumbled.
"I'm sorry, Coco. Is there a place where we can talk by ourselves? Since my friend is in jerk mode right now, I would like to talk to you somewhere else," Carom asked.
"Sure, fallow me to my own little place on the other side of the attic," Coco smiled, blushing deeper.
Carmon gave Sandy a raspberry before fallowing Coco. There were so many boxes and unique things, it was like a museum, only a little dusty. Coco lead her to his make-shift home. He had a green tent set up, a small tv on a box on the right side of the tent, a flashlight, mouse traps, pencils, paper, and other items to make it 'homey' It look more like a child's pretend camp, really. Coco even had a small dresser of clothes and towels, just in case he 'mysteriously' ended up in a toilet.
"This is my 'home.' It's not much, but hey, it's a place for me. I don't have to worry about food, because Lilo brings me something to eat. Angel's a great cook, not so great at keeping her obsession about chocolate to a minimum, though. Anyways, enough of that. I've got extra blankets and pillows to share with you and your friend, Sandy. Just ask me," Coco offered, sitting on his green lawn chair in front of his tent.
"Thanks a lot. I appreciate it and I'll give a blanket and pillow to Sandy when she cools down. I'm not mad at her, it's just…She's so mad all the time. I like to smile and enjoy life just by being myself. Sure, I'm a little ditzy and not as smart as anybody else, but I enjoy life the way I am. Ever since our activation, she's been so mad and nasty. She thinks she's so smart and her pride in herself blinds her perception of life. Though, I cannot complain too much because if she wasn't around yesterday, Kixx, would've raped me. I would forever be grateful for her help, so I follow her around because I don't want it happening again and we're close friends despite the fights we get," Carmon sat down on the other lawn chair next to Coco (there's three of them).
"I'm really sorry to hear about you. That jerk, Kixx. I'm going to tell Stitch when I have the chance to talk about him. Stitch would definitely get him to stop or Chopsuey. Both are basically brothers, though, they don't talk to each other that often. I guess both are still mad at each other or something. You let jealousy become part of your life, you get burned from your friends and family around you," Coco sighed.
"Who's Chopsuey? Why was he jealous?" Carmon inquired, catching her interest.
"Chopsuey, Stitch, 625, and Woops all have the same powers, with the exceptions of Woops having all the experiments powers but he's too clumsy to use them. Well, I heard Chopsuey got very jealous of Stitch, because Jumba was paying more attention to him. Well, much fighting later, Chopsuey gave up and Stitch forgave him. Though, both are rivals now, but still friends I guess. I truly don't know because, I wasn't around when it happened, so I'm going along with a story Angel told me, before I ended up in her belly-space, yet again. A side from that, you can usually find Chopsuey around Richter's 'Quake Shake Shop' at night. Richter puts a sign over the surf shop and kinda creates a non-alcoholic bar for other experiments to just hang out at night. However, Chopsuey is there about every night, drinking himself into passing out outside the shop. Poor guy, must be sad because Angel chose Stitch instead of him. Personally, he can keep her. Back than, I wanted her to be in my life, create kids, have a perfect family, now, I'm nothing more than her tasty treat," Coco shook his head in disgust, "But…I can't help but still love her. I guess the only way to get close to her and be with her all the time… is…Well, her stomach. What a pity…What a pity indeed," Coco lowered his head and ears with sadness.
"I can sympathize for you. I told Sandy I would give up on Stitch, but, I still can't get the thought of him out of my mind. Who would've thought I would feel such a strong emotion. I know it's wrong, I guess I don't want my heart broken, it's inevitable and I have to face the hard truth one way or another. Maybe I can look for Chopsuey. He sounds like he really needs someone to love and I would love to have a strong male in my life so I can feel protected. I hope I'm not offending you or breaking your heart," Carmon apologized.
"Not at all, Carmon. You're a new friend of mine and that's just as good to me as anything else," Coco lifted his head up with a nice friendly smile.
'Good job, Coco, you idiot. You just smoothed talked your way out of a possible relationship with a sexy experiment. Nice move, Angel-food,' Coco's mind grumbled, feeling really dumb for letting her escape.
"That's really sweet of you. At least I have one friend that keeps their cool," Carmon smiled, putting up a friendly face.
"Thanks. By the way, is the fruit on your head edible? I'm starting to get hungry and I really don't want to leave the attic," Coco asked, having his belly-space grumble.
"Sure. What do you want?" Carmon asked.
"Um…I'll take that apple. Thanks very much."
Carmon picked up newly grown apple and tossed it over to Coco, who ate it happily.
"You're very much welcome. I'm going to take a nap. Could I sleep in your little home on your bed? I'll only take a quick nap before heading out to find Chopsuey," Carmon wondered.
Coco blushed, "Um…sure, Carmon."
Carmon smiled at him before hopping out of the chair. She walked into Coco's home and crawled onto his small floral bed after setting her maracas next to the bed. Coco gave her a pillow and blanket. The pink Angel-looking experiment with fruit on her head (which amazingly stayed in place) made a delightful purr and closed her eyes.
Coco felt sad and a little hurt inside. He loved her and he knew she wasn't interested in him now that he mentioned Chopsuey. Carmon reminded him of Angel very much and he couldn't help but just stare at her. He looked away from her sleeping form, but he couldn't keep his eyes off her for too long. Then his head was starting to think dirty. He tried not to, but his manly urges started to overpower his mind. Then something happened and he felt really embarrassed now that he was stimulated. He quickly put his paws over his crotch with embarrassment and wrapped himself with a blanket, lying down on the ground with his head on a pillow.
'Darn it. Not now. This is not the time! I hate being a guy!' Coco thought to himself, feeling very embarrassed now.
"Oh, I'm sorry. You don't have to sleep on the floor. Here, sleep with me. I won't mind at all," Carmon sat up, hearing Coco get off the chair and lay on the floor, which creaked with every movement made on the floor as he closed his eyes (don't worry he didn't try anything 'instinctively' so that means KEEP YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER! I DON'T HAVE A PLUNGER SO YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN!).
"I don't think it's that's a good idea, Carmon," Coco opened his eyes and looked up at her, laying flat on his belly while keeping his chin on the pillow. He was blushing very brightly now, only fueling his embarrassment and his 'little problem' ever further.
"Don't be shy now. Come on," Carmon patted her paw on the bed.
'Come on Coco. Keep it together. Oh man. This is killing me,' Coco thought, "I'm okay. Thanks anyway," he blushed even more.
"I know you're shy and I'm a little shy too to be honest, but I don't like it when people sacrifice things for me because I'm a woman. I'm not going to sleep knowing that I'm sleeping on a comfortable bed at your discomfort. So come on to this bed and take a nap with me," Carmon said sternly.
"I can't. I've got a problem. An embarrassing problem I must add," he looked away from Carmon, facing the chair.
"I don't see any problem. I think your imagining things. Come on, Coco," she said, not understanding the problem.
"Okay, but look away please. I…Uh…" he paused, thinking up an excuse to not see his little 'problem,' "…don't like being watched when I go to bed. It's a quirky policy I keep," Coco lied.
"I don't mind at all," she smiled, scooting over to the wall of the green tent, facing the wall of it.
Coco took the blanket off and quickly got under the covers, keeping his back facing Carmon's back.
"See, that wasn't hard at all," Carmon said happily, wrapping her upper arms around Coco's chest while her lower arms wrapped around his belly.
He started blushing even more. His face was one giant red blush now.
"You know, Coco. I know I said I had no interest in you, but I want to know what it feels like to just relax on a man. I remember seeing romance movies on Jumba's big plasma tv and I always wanted to know what it feels like. Could you satisfy my curiosity?" Carmon purred softy into his ear.
Coco shook with fear and embarrassment. He didn't know what to think or to do. The poor guy was afraid to what she would think and other stuff that was plaguing his mind.
"I'm scared, Carmon. I feel really embarrassed and I can't help the feeling. There's things that are going through my mind and I can't stop thinking. I mean well, and I have no intentions on thinking such a way. But…you're beautiful and caring. Please stop me if I feel I'm violating you. I don't mean to at all," Coco said out of the blue, letting his heart do the talking for him.
"Oh…I understand Coco. To be…be…honest with you. I feel the same way towards you. I can't explain it, but…I want…" she started shaking and blushing, "To cuddle with you," Carmon blushed deeper.
"Well…in that case…I'm going to have to say 'yes' Carmon," Coco turned to the blushing Carmon and smiled.
She kissed his lip and crawled on top of him, still keeping his lips locked. Carmon kissed down his chest and down to his belly.
"Oh my! What's that!?" Carmon yelled and everything turned black.
(Do you think it would be that easy?)
Coco opened his eyes. He had fallen asleep on the floor with the blankets rolled off of him.
"Come on, Coco. Keep yourself covered," Carmon growled, throwing his blanket back over him.
Coco blushed, he didn't realize he was…well…'excited' least to say. Carmon was blushing too, but she looked a little upset on her face. Something she wasn't ready to see just yet. Sandy just laughed, but she too did blush as well.
"What Carmon? Turned on?" Sandy teased, sitting on a box next to a blue chair that just got occupied by a blushing Carmon.
"No I wasn't, Sandy. I may want to have a family of my own and fantasize about my own personal stuff, but I'm not a pervert," Carmon growled, "And I know how to keep my bodily functions under control," she glared at Coco, who just stared down in shame.
The poor guy felt so ashamed, he just wanted to put a bag over his head and just hide himself in a corner. He felt his dignity had left him empty handed and degraded.
"Come on, Carmon. The only bodily function you can't control is the fruit growing out of skull. Give him a break," Sandy defended Coco.
Carmon sighed, "Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to jump on you, Coco. I just didn't know how to react to be honest. I'm sorry," she apologized, giving him a sad look.
"I'm speechless. I just don't know what to say. I feel humiliated and undignified now. I'm going to get some pants and I'm going to get some fresh air," Coco sadly said, standing up with the blanket and going to his little home, zipping it up and began hunting around for some pants.
"Good job, Carmon. You hurt his feelings. You know how sensitive some guys are when it comes to this? Very sensitive and now he's hurt," Sandy growled.
Carmon didn't say anything.
Coco came back out wearing some red pajama pants with green pokadots all over it.
"I'll see you guys in a few," Coco said plainly, didn't even bother looking at the two female experiments.
Carmon and Sandy fallowed him to the end exit of the attic.
"Can we come with you? I'm sure we all can get some fresh air," Sandy offered.
"No I'm fine. I just want to be alone now," he opened the hatch and closed it when he left.
"I feel bad now," Carmon lowered her ears.
"Oh, hello, Coco," Angel greeted him, "You look cute with those pajama pants. What's the special occasion? Oh…I see. Snnfffff!!" Angel sniffed the air, smelling his chocolaty scent emitting from his body.
"Where's Lilo and Stitch?" Coco asked nervously.
"They're both looking for stuff to put on the family collage. So…You and I can spend some quality time together," Angel giggled, starting to drool.
"Please don't-" Coco begged but Angel cut him off when she totally engulfed his head with her mouth.
She grabbed his pajama pants and lifted him up, swallowing him up even more with each gulp, enjoying her tasty treat.
Coco shook his head with disgust as he traveled down her body. It was getting darker each time he got farther down her throat. He eventually reached the meaty empty-place, which grew considerably because of the pregnancy, which meant more leg room for Coco. Half of his body was inside her empty-place now. He had a little trouble trying to move his body in the right position at first so it wouldn't hurt as much, but when you have little room to spare and being forced into such a space, trying to keep a comfortable position for a few hours was taxing on the body. But he knew very well in a few hours he would be pushed through the meat of the empty-place and into the belly-space, he could move around freely again. Though, it wasn't very good being that Angel's pregnant and very 'active' because of the change. He only hoped that Angel would vomit him back up because he really didn't want to spend nine days inside a woman's body, particularly this woman's body. Plus he didn't want his favorite pants to get digested anyway. However, for some strange and quirky reason he liked it, but he hadn't had the guts to say anything to anyone. His deepest darkest secret is the scenario here.
Angel finally swallowed him whole, feeling him slowly go down her throat and move inside her 'first stomach.' When he finally reached his destination, she made a small burp and giggled girlishly, as she rubbed her full belly, feeling him move around inside her trying to get comfy.
"No matter how many times I eat you, you'll always know how to make me feel warm and full inside. Think about it, Coco, you're fur will contribute to my growing babies food supply inside and outside. Plus, you're going to get a front row seat to the birth of my babies next week (Coco's eyes open wide in horror and he tries escaping, only to fail miserably) " she giggled, rubbing her grumbling belly as she walked to her room to take a nice nap.
"That bitch! She ate him," Sandy snarled, ready to leave the attic and rip him out.
"Forget it, Sandy. He probably wanted it anyway. He loves her and this is the only way he can be with her. Very sad in my opinion," Carmon shook her head, lowering her ears.
"Sounds pathetic to me. I'm going to look for Stitch. You do whatever you want, I don't care," Sandy growled, leaving the attic.
'You go ahead and do that. I've got another man to hunt down,' Carmon snubbed, leaving the attic after Sandy.
Sandy left the house searching for Stitch but Carmon decided to hang around the house, exploring and learning more about the house, but she totally gave up on winning Stitch's heart, but was leaning on Chopsuey's heart instead.
Sandy went into the jungle, climbed a few trees and looked high over the forest and into the small town. She growled and teleported to another place, nearly ending up in a dumpster as she fell from the air, and landing on some filled garbage bags in an ally.
"I would be one very pissed-off female experiment if any of that garbage on me," Sandy mumbled to herself, getting off of the garbage bags while brushing off some leaves and dirt stuck to her fur.
She left the ally to look for Stitch while trying to formulate another plan, since the one she had before was scrapped. Sandy turned a corner and walked into someone, falling into her back.
"Watch where you're going," Sandy snarled, giving a yellow male experiment with the exacted of Sandy a nasty look.
"Oh my gosh…" 625 gasped, not fully realizing the carton of eggs was leaking from the bag.
"What are you gawking at? Never seen a female experiment before?" Sandy growled, getting on her feet and putting her paws on her hips.
"Um...Um…" 625 stuttered, unable to spit out the words.
"Forget you. You men are all alike, can't speak for themselves, gotta let the woman do all the talking in order to get somewhere," Sandy grumbled, walking past him.
"Don't leave, beautiful," 625 blurted out, covering his mouth and blushing a deep red on his cheeks.
"Do you have a death wish or something? Don't bother me," Sandy turned to 625, crossing her arms.
"No, I just wanted to walk with you. I've never seen another experiment that looked so cute around here, such as yourself. All the good experiments are taken and I was thinking…" 625 was fumbling with his hands, but was cut off by Sandy.
"Not happening, bub. I'm taken…Well, going to be taken, anyway. Forget it," Sandy turned her back and started walking away.
625 quickly picked up the brown paper sack with his groceries in them and ran over to Sandy.
"Who's going to take you?" 625 wondered, walking next to his female counterpart.
"Stitch…I'm going to be with Stitch whether his fat Angel likes it or not," Sandy grumbled, not paying any attention to 625.
"It's not going to work out. Stitch would never dump Angel for anyone, not even someone as beautiful as yourself," 625 struggled to say the words. He was obviously in love with Sandy.
"That's what I keep hearing, but I'm not going to change my course. Why are you fallowing me like a lost puppy? Go bother some other poor girl who has something more important to do than what I'm doing," Sandy grumbled.
625 stopped, watching her walk further away from him with each step she took.
He shook his head and walked back over to her, "Look, Stitch is NOT going to like this at all. It's not going to work. He loves Angel more than his own self. This is all going to end in tears, because he will not going to tolerate his life being invaded by a love sick women. Please, I want to help you out here, because I don't want to see another women shed some tears over a broken heart," 625 said soothingly.
"Thanks a lot for the life lesson. Really appreciate that," Sandy said in sarcasm.
"Please…Don't do this…" 625 sadly said, going in a dead stop.
He shed a few tears and walked in an opposite direction of Sandy, feeling really hurt inside.
Sandy stopped when her sensitive ears heard 625's nose sniffle up. She sighed and fallowed her male counterpart.
"Okay, so I'm determined…Very determined indeed. Since I've been hearing this story so many times, I'm going to try to try one more time at making Stitch mine. If I lose, I'll look for someone else. I promise I'll put you on top of my list okay?" Sandy tried cheering him up, still feeling that she was going to be with Stitch.
"Do you actually mean it, because I've heard this story dozens of times and it gets old really fast," 625 lifted his head up to her, wiping away some tears.
Sandy sighed, "I promise. If I say I'm going to do something, I'm going to do something regardless of what people say (can't lie about that can I?)" Sandy assured.
"I can already tell that. What's your plan then? I'm sure it won't work out any way," 625 wondered, walking with her around a corner.
"I'm going to force him to breed with me. He said he wouldn't leave a woman that he impregnated so I'm going to do my last desperate attempt at making Stitch mine," Sandy said triumphantly.
625 gasped, "Are YOU asking for a death wish because that's going to get you a one way ticket to the hospital. Don't do this. You're going to get hurt. I'm begging you, don't do this," 625 pleaded to her.
"I'm not afraid of Stitch. I can take care of myself," Sandy growled.
"You don't understand what you're getting yourself into. I'm more than willing to accept your love and I mean every word I'm saying. You're beautiful and your fur is so eye catching, I can't help but look at you with' aww'. I don't want you getting hurt," 625 said sympathetically, feeling like he was ready to blush.
"Thanks for the compliments but I'm going my way or the highway," Sandy growled, disappearing after a flash of light with a 'warping' noise following the light.
625 shed a few tears and walked away, feeling broken hearted inside.
(Back at the Pelekai and Petals household)
"You and Stitch are going to be parents next week? Congratulations, Angel. I'm sorry for calling you a blimp. My friend Sandy lied to me and I thought a 'blimp' was a good thing, so I apologize," Carmon apologized to Angel, both sitting on the middle of the bed, facing each other.
"It's alright. I want to apologize to you too. Ever since my third week of pregnancy, my mood, tastes, emotions, and everything else has been unstable. I shouldn't have treated you like that and I forgive you all the way. I just felt my relationship with Stitch was violated, but I know he wouldn't betray me, and I'm glad you gave up on Stitch. I'm not mad at you and I understand how you feel towards him. I hope you and Chopsuey bugee bu up together. I would love to have our children to have more friends to play with," Angel forgave her, still smiling happily.
Carmon blushed, "Thanks for the encouragement. I never thought about kids until very recently when I found about you. How does it feel to have little experiment babies inside you?" Carmon wondered, trying to fill her curiosity.
"It's an odd experience, but a joyable one too. I feel them move around and kick from time to time. I just love them all and I can't wait to spread my love for them. Though, I'm not going to enjoy the whole birthing part, because well…I just don't even want to think about it because it's going to hurt like Hell. Hopefully it'll go quick," Angel smiled, rubbing her belly.
"I don't want to intrude or anything, could I put a paw on your belly or an ear?" Carmon asked, feeling really curious, but embarrassed too.
"Don't mind at all," Angel said cheerfully, giving her a happy smile.
Carmon put her left ear and paws on Angel's belly (having all her fruit fall off during the process), "I can hear them move inside and it feels strange to feel the little kicks against your womb. I want some of my own," Carmon purred.
Angel giggled, "Well, as I said before, my babies would love to have playmates. I can already picture them playing already," Angel hugged Carmon's head against her belly, squeezing her while she was seeing stars.
"Angel, you're crushing me," Carmon said, her voice muffled.
Angel snapped out of her star dazed and let Carmon free, "Sorry, I tend to do that too often. I'm just so happy and having my children happy will make me happy too. Stitch thinks he isn't going to be a good father, but I believe in him all the way. I've had the same thought cross my mind from time to time, but we both believe we can do this. I just can't wait," Angel went back to seeing stars, clasping her paws together.
"You both have my support," Carmon smiled cheerfully, picking up the fruit and putting it back on her head.
"Thank you very much. The encouragement really helps, I'm not just saying that because we're friends now, but your words help my self-esteem."
"You're welcome and I'm glad to have you as a friend, too. I just hope Sandy gives up on the pursuit of Stitch, like I did. I' may be broken hearted, but I'm still going to pursue Chopsuey now," Carmon said cheerfully, but lowered her ears.
Angel frowned, "Stitch probably thinks you're beautiful, just like he tells me, which is a bunch of hoo-ha to me. However, I just pretend to agree with him so it would make him feel better about himself, because he's really guilty for turning me into this. But, I think Chopsuey will love the way you look. You've got a nice figure, great personality, your fur looks shiny and slick. You're a natural, male grabbing experiment, and I mean it. Look at me…Do you think a male would like this?" Angel got on her feet, and turned to her side.
"Thanks for the compliment, but you don't have to put yourself down like that. You look great regardless. A pregnancy is a beautiful thing, even if your breasts start to grow larger and start to lactate, or your belly swells up to a large size, the bottom line is, you're carrying four beautiful lives inside your womb, and that should be most important. When they're out and ready for love, you'll look like a beautiful person again," Carmon said soothingly, making Angel tear up, sitting back down on the bed.
"Thank you so very much for those kind words. I feel so much better about myself and I'll never forget those words. Thank you very much," Angel hugged her, tearing over her shoulder.
"You're welcome, Angel," Carmon patted Angel's back.
Angel broke off from the hug and wiped some of her tears away, "I'm sorry, Coco. I didn't mean to be such a jerk and eat you again. I'm sure you hate me very much every since the start. I don't blame you for hating me for all this. Give me two kicks if you forgive me, if not, I understand," Angel put her paws on her stomach, feeling Coco's two kicks inside her body.
"Thanks, Coco. When I give birth, I should be back to normal and you'll never be inside my belly ever again. I promise you," Angel promised.
She got two more kicks from Coco and sighed to herself, "Stitch is going to be so upset with me. He hates it when I do this and I don't blame him for that. Now our love life is going to be a bit hindered by this set back. Stupid me," Angel shook her head in disgust.
"I've got a secret for you, Angel" Carmon said slyly.
"What's the secret?" Angel perked her ears up.
Carmon scooted over to her and began whispering in her ear.
"Oh my…He does? Are you kidding? No, he really does…Well…I'm surprised. Are you sure? He told you himself? Oh my gosh…I never knew," Angel smiled, scratching behind her head as Carmon backed away.
"I didn't know he felt that way. Lucky me, I guess," Angel sweated a little, finding out Coco's darkest secret.
"Well, I'm going to hunt around for Chopsuey. I'm glad to have talked to you and create a friendship between us. I bet this will make Stitch feel a little less tense around me. Don't know about Sandy though, she's stubborn as a Carlosh (it's like a reptilian bull with many heads and poisonous quills on it back)," Carmon hopped off the bed.
"I'm not too worried about it. I know Stitch will let her know and everything will be fine. I trust in Stitch with our relationship with my life," Angel said cheerfully, watching her look-alike leave the room, "Now if we could get rid of the Shadow Stitch problem," she sighed deeply, lying on her back and putting a blanket over her.
"She's so nice," Carmon smiled, leaving the house, "I'm glad to have made her into a friend for me, but…I feel sad for her. What must it be like to be in her shoes? I don't know how she can stand feeling so much movement in there and the painful kicks. But, I'm glad she has one more week to put up with, because she needs it desperately," she shook her head, walking down the stairs and down the dirt road.
She made it to the road and took a right, heading into town with a cheerful smile on her face. Her mind was racing, thoughts of things she's witness since her activation and thoughts before being dehydrated. She felt like more of a person instead of just a creation by a mad scientist, something that did bug her from time to time. Carmon felt loved, something she hadn't really felt before her activation. Her heart raced, something that she too never felt before. It was all new to her and the feeling of being over 'just a creation', had sunk in these past few days. She felt happy now that she discovered her new o'hana and friends, plus the fact that she could make children made her especially happily, but it never came to thought until the discovery of Angel. She too thanked Angel for giving her a little insight on what it was like, and it made her strive for children even if the consequences were great. Though, she only wished Sandy would just give up on Stitch. To her, it was nothing but a losing battle, a war that shouldn't even been started. Carmon knew it was an utter failure to persuade Stitch into becoming mates, but she was blinded by ambition that would eventually lead to a deep pit of pain in her heart.
Carmon thought about Sandy quite a bit, too. She knew Sandy was stubborn and full of pride in herself, but would she too give up on Stitch and look for another male? Would she go as far to cause harm onto Angel? These thoughts really hurt her inside. She had no idea what Sandy could be capable of doing if she got too desperate. Carmon tried not to think about it and just look for Chopsuey. She needed her mind to be worry free if she would encounter Chopsuey.
Shaking her head, Carmon started thinking happy thoughts as she finally made it into town. A few male experiments glanced at her as she walked on to the streets, looking at her as if she was some prize to win. Though, she didn't get very many good looks from the female pregnant experiments such as Thundra, Frozzana, Candy, and Maggy as they walked with they're mate to get groceries or something. Carmon tried to not to make eye contact with any of them, for she had no intentions on getting into a fight, especially the females that looked really intimidating.
It was a short walk to the beach and it was just as short when she found Richter's home, which still had the 'Surf Shack' sign on the front of the building, signaling that the owner hasn't called it quits yet. Still not giving up, Carmon preceded to the shop, hopping on the counter.
"Get out of here. Shoo, shoo!" the owner waved her off with a news paper.
Carmon growled and she was about to make him dance until he dropped, but she noticed a large experiment with indigo colored fur, so she stopped and hopped off.
"Richter! Is that you?!" Carmon called out, trying to grab his attention.
Richter got off of his lawn chair in the back of the shop and went over to the counter, looking down at Carmon with hearts on his eyes.
"I'm Richter. What's a gorgeous experiment coming over here?" Richter asked, keeping his head supported with his two paws.
Carmon blushed, "I'm looking for an Experiment named Chopsuey. Do you know where he lives?"
"Oh him. Well, he comes around here at 8:00 p.m. at night. He drinks until he passes out, and I have to send someone to take him home, because I don't want this human to have to come here with a passed out experiment in front of his surfboard shop. I have no clue where the guy sleeps at night or where he lives. I never asked anyone and it never came to thought to ask. I'm sorry I couldn't be much of help, but come here around 8:00 tonight and you'll be able to meet him," Richter shrugged.
Carmon lowered her ears, "I don't know if I would want to be alone in this town at night. I've already encountered a perverted male experiment that tried to rape me yesterday. I really don't want to go through that again," she said with a tone of sadness.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I really am. Which experiment was it?" Richter asked her with sympathy in his voice.
"Kixx. He never had the chance to do 'that' with me because of my friend Sandy, but Sandy and I are kinda going our separate ways. So I'm by myself at the moment," she explained.
"That stupid, Kixx. I've been hearing reports about that guy. Never had the chance to do anything with the female experiments because of the large quantities of experiments in this island. He's really losing his sense of control. He's giving us male experiments a bad image about us. I'm so sick of him. The next time I see Stitch or some other experiment with destructive abilities, I'm going to tell them. Right now I can't do much because I have this job and my 'Quake Shake' business, so I'm kinda stuck here until I get ingredients for my drinks. I'll give the message to the next experiment. I promise you that," Richter growled, giving her some assurance.
"Can't I just stay here? I could help you with whatever you need," Carmon pleaded.
"Hmm, is the fruit on your head real? If it is, maybe I can persuade the human that runs this place into having you stay here for today," Richter smiled.
"It's real. It's most definitely real," Carmon insured, taking a purple grape from her head and eating it.
"That's great. I'll try to get you in here. Hop onto the counter," Richter made a large smile.
"What's going on? I'm trying to run a business, not an animal shelter," the manager complained, seeing Carmon hop onto the counter.
Richer tried to get in front of her, playing a game of charades to communicate with him. It took several minutes to get the manager to understand, but what really impressed him was Carmon's edible fruit. It gave him some ideas for healthier drinks for his customers. He gladly accepted her into the shop with open arms.
"Okay, I don't want to have any messes around this shop. If you two decide to play, then do it in the back room because I don't want my customers to be scared off from you two rough housing. And no, I repeat, no 'funny stuff' at all. If you two want to do that, do it somewhere else away from my shop. Got it?" The manager warned the blushing Carmon and Richter.
(I don't remember the manager's name or surf shops name. It's been too long since I've seen a Lilo and Stitch episode. So, a names would help)
They both shook their heads and looked away from each other for a few minutes, blushing madly.
Several hours past in the shop. Carmon really enjoyed herself as people lined up for the new shakes Richter made using her fruit.
Where Carmon was enjoying herself, however, Sandy wasn't' having it very easily. Sandy met Stitch several times during different times of the day. Unfortunately for her, she was given the boot every time she tried to persuade Stitch into having him in her heart.
She sat on someone's orange tiled roof, staring at all the buildings and the people closing up some shops. Sandy shed a few tears onto her knees as she looked down at the sun setting.
Sandy's heart was hurt and the determination she had so strongly started to diminish with each passing hour.
"Stupid, Angel. She took the one I loved away from me. I bet she doesn't even care about Stitch and is just using him as some plaything. I could give him the love he truly deserves, instead of her treating him like some space-trash. She's nothing but a pink blob with a big mouth to me," Sandy snarled, releasing more tears onto her knees.
"HE'S GONG TO BE MINE!!" Sandy snarled loudly, having her voice echo into the town while slamming her fist into the roof.
The roof collapsed under her, spooking her into teleporting somewhere else, landing in a bush next to Pelekai and Petals house. Sandy turned invisible and walked around the house, looking for Stitch and Angel's opened window. She snuck around the back of the house, finding a window with blue curtain with pink dots all over it. Sandy climbed up the wall, peered through the window, seeing Angel asleep in her bed with a pink see-through nightgown, which probably was an attempt to hide the outline of Coco that failed miserably anyway (as explained in Trying to Live Dreams and Survive Nightmares, the empty-place grows, increasing hunger, and the belly-space shrinks, saving room for the offsprings when a female experiment gets pregnant).
Sandy climbed in, crawling down the wall, and onto the bed, sticking her tongue out at Angel before hopping off the bed, and crawling underneath the bed. For several hours, Sandy had to put up with Angel's screaming and the bed moving around. What disturbed her the most was hearing Angel's flesh ripping open and blood drip onto the floor. She crawled out from under the bed and climbed up, witnessing the horror of all those gashes and ripped flesh with blood spewing out of the wounds. What really scared her was the injuries were coming out of nowhere.
Sandy made herself visible again, and tried waking her up. She shook Angel's right shoulder (the room is dark, but dark enough to still be able to see through), but she wouldn't wake up. Suddenly the lights came on and there was Stitch at the doorway with his face full of rage and worry.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?!?" Stitch bellowed, slamming the door behind him.
"I didn't do this. It was something else. I swear it wasn't me," Sandy pleaded.
Stitch started to tear up, "Get out of here. I don't ever want to see your face ever again. The reason why I called you Sandy is because you look exactly that fat, lazy, pathetic experiment 625. I should've let Gantu capture you and Carmon. You both are the most irritating female experiments, I've ever witnessed! That's all I'm going to say. Now leave or I'll break you in half," Stitch cried, pointing at the door.
Sandy was deeply hurt inside. Cut really deep into the heart. She cried and left the room, leaving the house with a trail of tears following her into the dark jungle.