Author's Note: Hey there! Yes, I know! 6/7 years later and I've decided to finally finish this story. Apologies for the hiatus for whoever's still reading this. Stay tuned for other chapters! :)
Continuing the long-awaited mission, Leroy laid back with his hands behind his head as Stitch took a turn flying the spaceship.
"So, what's the game plan?", Stitch asked, glancing at the nonchalant Leroy. "I thought about once we arrive at Hamsterviel's hideout, I'll play dead and you'll enter his hideout dragging my body in. While Hamsterviel's distracted, you'll ambush him with a tackle, I'll join in, and we'll go all gangsta on him!"
Leroy raised his eyebrow. "It's an Earth thing. I've been listening to rap recently", Stitch said, awkwardly blushing. Leroy rolled his eyes. As he stared at the ceiling of the ship, his mind wandered. The screams of innocent civilians. Blood spatters left and right. Red. Red. Hamsterviel's red eyes. His graining voice. His belittling insults towards Leroy. The constant complaining and whining of how the galaxy isn't bending to his will already. Unbridled ranting over one small mistake. That damning word that Hamsterviel called him. A mistake. Tackling wouldn't be enough. It wouldn't satisfy Leroy's boiling wrath towards his miserable master. Hamsterviel would still be breathing.
"Worse."
"Excuse me?", Stitch asked.
"We need to do worse", Leroy said, still glancing up.
"Well, we can spit on him and call him names," Stitch suggested.
"Worse", Leroy dryly responded once more.
"We... we can tar him or cover him in trash and then record it so the entire galaxy can see,".
"WORSE!", Leroy growled, clawing the arm of the seat.
Stitch silently stared into the star-filled void and huffed deeply, his palms sweating on the steering wheel. He should've known better to believe that a malicious, ruthless, and sadistic tyrant like Leroy would let Hamsterviel live was naive. He was so caught up calling Leroy his cousin that he forgot who he was dealing with. If Leroy takes Hamsterviel's life, it'll be on Stitch's hands. The blue alien exhaled. "I know you've been through a lot, but killing him..."
Before Stitch could finish, Leroy groaned, dragging his hand down face. "Why am I not surprised?"
"Please, Leroy".
Leroy folded his arms with a low growl. He started to regret freeing Stitch from the bunker, even going further to regret not killing him. But he called him his cousin. His ohana. Something Hamsterviel wouldn't even think twice about. He held his head down in a sigh. "You better bet your lucky stars this will work".