Lilo & Stitch Fan Fiction ❯ It Finally Happened... ❯ In Which We Find Out Exactly What Is On 625's Sandwhich... ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter 1

His cousin was one of the leaders of the upcoming resistance movement and he knew it. Being the prototype 626, he had the smarts to figure this out. He could remember his days of laziness sitting on the couch in Gantu's ship eating sandwiches. Those were good days…yes. After Gantu snapped however, life became a living hell. Gantu, in his lunacy, was sharper than ever. He had known 625's potential but had never been patient enough to enforce it. He had finally figured out something that 625 couldn't tolerate Pain…Intense pain. His torture had lasted 12 brutally painful months. Now 625 was intense. He had become Gantu's problem solver. He was the one who found the stray experiments before the “abomination” and his little friend could. Now he was on another “case”. Someone had been killing off Gantu's top men and taking precious equipment. He could remember clearly the day Gantu came to him.

Gantu walked into 625's personal chambers. It was dark. He searched for a light switch but couldn't find one. “Hello Gantu” a sly voice said from the darkness. Gantu started. `How could he know? Guards come through here regularly.” He cleared his throat. “Can we have some light?” He was starting to get annoyed. “No” came the reply. Gantu slammed his fist into the wall. “And why the hell not!” “I'm having a friend for dinner.” Came the short calm reply. There was a crunch and a bright flash of light. Gantu finally got it. As insane as he now was, Gantu had to admit that 625 was starting to freak him out. He reached into his pocket and retrieved a data-pad. He scrolled down to #025's bio and crossed it off muttering to himself. “Anyway, lets get on with it.” Gantu growled. “I need to know who's killing my men.” “First principles, Stupid-head. Read Marcus Aurelius. Of each particular thing ask: what is it in itself? What is its nature? What does he do, this man you seek?” Gantu ignored the stupid-head crack and replied, somewhat more calmly then before, “He kills my men.” “No!” snapped 625, “That is incidental. What is the first and principal thing he does, what need does he serve by killing?” “Anger, resentment, sexual frustration…” “No, he covets. That's his nature. And how do we begin to covet, Gantu? Do we seek out things to covet? Make an effort to answer.” “No. We just...” “No. Precisely.” 625 interrupted. “We begin by coveting what we see every day. Don't you feel eyes moving over your body, Gantu? And don't your eyes move over the things you want?” Gantu shivered and yelled I want this man on my desk in four separate cages by next week. And… try to finish up quietly.” With that Gantu stormed out of 625's room.

625 shook his head and ran a hand over his recently balded head. Of course he already knew who it was, it was those two miscreants that had tried to break into the old ship some three years ago. Bonnie and Clyde, yes that was it. He took another bite out of his sandwich and Kiani screamed. Now then to catch those two, Gantu had said a week and today was day five. He knew he had a bit of searching to do, only a bit. And maybe, hopefully, he could find that accursed cousin of his and his ohana. Yes, that would be a nice surprise. He checked his cabinet and took out his two favorite side dishes to present the little girl with. A nice Chianti and some fava beans.

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This one was kinda fun to write. Sry to all of you who expected this to be funnier than it was but you try to make Silence of the Lambs funny, even in this setting. More spoofage to come and as always keep those responses coming with suggestions, still have no requests on pairings.

Thanks, Danke SchÃ¶n, Gracias, Domo Arigato, Gratzie, ÑÐ¿Ð°ÑÐ¸Ð±Ð¾ (Russian), Merci Beaucoup, and Mahalo