DISCLAIMER - I do not own Lilo and Stitch, and anything in this chapter
except the following -
Juska
Valec
Avon
Brian
Venes
Violet
Those are my characters, do not steal them!
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Prologue
Trudging back towards his spacecraft, Gantu rubbed a sore spot on his arm from where that annoying abomination, experiment 626, had flipped him over on to a car. Whoever it belonged to was in one heck of a surprise, seeing how Gantu and his enormous size and weight had just about crushed it to nothing. Once again, the abomination and that little girl had been successful in capturing an experiment and not him. 'Hamsterveil' was getting more and more frustrating, along with demanding and threatening Gantu. The larger alien was obviously getting pushed around and could do nothing about it, and that brought back memories he really didn't want to think about.
Climbing into his craft that was hidden amongst a small patch of woodland further back into the rural parts of Kauai, he turned on the powerful engines. As they hummed to life, that constant memory came to mind that he couldn't help every time he saw the space craft. To be more exact, it was a battle craft in just about perfect condition, only it was a revised type. Yes, it didn't rightfully belong to him, but who cared? It began to lift off of the ground as the hover device lifted it and dust swirled around.
And to make things worse, the memories were now stronger than ever because of the time of the year. Even though months were called different names and they might have been a few days shorter on his home planet, they still happened all around at the same time. Right now on Earth it was March, so on his home planet it would be a month called 'Mabon.' It was by coincidence that it was the same day of the week, also, when the worst thing happened to him. It all basically started a year before everything happened on the day everything changed his life. He was fourteen back then and still had all of his friends.
Once at an altitude that put him out of reach of sight, he began making his way towards his base. "It" was all because of the craft that ruined everything for him. Gantu tried to focus on just piloting the thing instead of hating it, but attempts were unsuccessful. Instead he unintentionally glared at the controls with hate as just about all events that had ruined everything that meant something to him began to return. All memories came back almost as an intense headache, starting at the year before that one fateful day everything happened, and when that news was told to him.
1. Fourteen
Gantu, only fourteen years old, walked through the halls of his junior high school attempting to get past the crowd of students to his group of friends. Even though he was about three feet taller than everyone else, it was harder since it was about one of the few multi-racial schools on the planet. Yes, the entire planet. And the school was huge, built just for the many students. It was a five floor school and had many people as the staff. Finally, Gantu lost his patience and began plowing his way through the crowd, attempting to reach the locker of one of his friends. Usually, they all would be there. After much time, he reached his destination.
"I see you've discovered the theory that at least one person joins the school daily, huh?" One of his friends, Juska asked.
Gantu only nodded, not too happy. Gantu wasn't too alike the other students at the MR Junior high school, seeing how tall he was. He had dark blue skin and what looked like horns on the side of his head the curved forward and light, almost aqua eyes with a white glint as a reflection of light. He was seven and a half feet tall, and like his race, naturally muscled. Even the clothes weren't too normal at the school. On the planet Earth, he could be considered a punk, even though that label was very stereotypical. He wore mostly black, had almost an obsession with spikes and baggy pants. He had no need to wear shoes, as his race had big feet that had almost rock-hard bottoms. Too a lot of people he could almost be scary because of his size, clothes and instead of having normal teeth they were more like fangs. At the time, he had a snaggle-fang that his friends almost always teased him about.
His friends all had the same 'style' as him, baggy pants or something that could be considered crazy to other students. These group of friends would be called the freaks of their school. His friends included Juska, who was his closest friend, Brian, Valec and Avon.
"So, I'm hungry," Valec grinned. "I need food!"
"Well, that's what you get for trying to set the record of the most days without food," Gantu answered, and Valec shot him a dirty but playful look.
"I don't see you doing anything daring," Valec smirked, and started walking away. The other four followed, not really thinking as if it was an automatic response to follow.
Valec was the dare-devil, and almost always in need to do something stupid. He was from a race that was a dark-brown color and had a human-like face but pointed and large ears, and the classic all-one-color eyes, with his being silver. He, too, had large canine teeth and a scary look to him. His black, untamed looking hair made him look constantly angered, also. Lighter brown stripes on his jaws curved upwards to his silver eyes. Juska, on the other hand, was not only the opposite gender but more like the opposite race. She had a more animalistic and pointed forward face. Instead of where her ears would be, she had small horns that were the same color of her skin, a clean white. Her hair was more like thick tendrils with black tips on the end. She had the most human-like eyes out of her friends and was the closest friend to Gantu. The particular thing about her race was that they had four arms, another beneath the normal set. It made her look more like an insect than a normal-appearing race.
Brian was the second-tallest and was more 'gothic,' yet another stereotypical label given to him because he wouldn't be caught dead wearing anything other than black. He could actually still appear to be gothic if he wore a foot-ball outfit because of his skin color. Actually, his skin was a gray color, but was covered in black fur. He had instead of two eyes, four, and a smaller one behind the larger ones. Each eye was a dark red, and on top of his head, (which his hair was black, also) there were cat- like ears. Brian was actually very nice despite his scary appearance. Lastly, there was Avon. She was part of a very common race at the school. Her race had pale yellow skin with and a human-like face. Brown, long hair hung in her eyes which had no irises but only a black pupil. A very distinct feature of her compared to the other was that she had a tail, only about four feet long, and she used to her benefits to annoy people, like tapping them on the shoulder and turning the other way. She was actually very annoying at times, but other than that she was pretty nice and there was nothing to complain about.
And now, Valec burst the door to the MR junior high school open and his stomach growled, as if it was encouraging him to run for the nearest place to eat. "Hurry up!" He called back to the other four. "I'm starving!"
The planet was really no different than Earth in nature wise, the temperature was measured the same way, the land looked the same, it had continents and oceans, but the one difference was the buildings and man- made structures were more technologically advanced. Gantu cracked his neck in boredom as they walked down the sidewalk. He merely watched as Avon was close to being hit by a craft zooming by. Brian suddenly turned around and began walking backwards to face the others as if seeing this triggered a thought. "Hey, did you know that the galactic militia is actually starting to draft people?"
"Isn't that illegal now?" Gantu asked, this catching his attention.
"Not anymore. It's being allowed on some planets," Brain informed them.
"Are girls aloud to be drafted, too?" Juska hopefully asked. One of her goals was to become a soldier in the militia, or to be a part of the battle craft squadron.
"Yep," Brian answered, "Girls too. It's only if one of your family members previously served in the militia, though. Anyway, this is one of the planets that had permission to have people drafted."
"Wow. I didn't know that the war was getting that contagious," Avon said after walking back over and away from any oncoming crafts.
There was a war at the time, after nearly half of planet had been killed by a disease purposely sent to it from another planet in the neighboring solar system. The antics were unknown, but they weren't going to be forgiven. In the war, there served mostly two categories. The militia and the battle craft squadron. Instead of like on their planet at this time craft meant to travel with, but there was also another design to travel months without refueling and to travel in space and destroy the enemy with their destructive weapons built. And it was constantly growing ever since the disease conflict had started over a year ago. Each solar system had a very good militia and squadron, and it was as if one battle one would lose, and then next the other would win. This had been going on repeatedly.
"Aren't you only able to be drafted if you're in high school, though?" Gantu asked as they turned a corner and unto another street.
"Yeah," Valec replied from the front, "But there's only another month left of school and then we're going there. And the war isn't going to be over for a long time, buddy."
Finally, heaven shown through the eyes of Valec and he dashed across the street to a random fast food joint and headed in, not even waiting for them to catch up. "Are you going to wait to be drafted or are you going to join the militia yourself?" Avon asked to Juska as they also walked across the street.
"I don't know," she answered and the others walked inside.
Valec was already ordering who-knows-what and they simply went to a booth and sat down, not really hungry. Soon Valec came dancing over with what looked like some kind of burger only with some alien-food on it. He sat down next to Brian and began to take in truckloads of whatever he ordered.
"Did anyone ever figure out what planet that one song came from already?" Avon asked to no one in particular.
"I doubt we ever will," Gantu answered and lazily looked out the window at people walking around. "Our planet is always catching a bunch of unwanted crap on the radios."
They carried on a conversation about how far away a planet could be and how that was possible and that soon led to something about killer rubber ducks attacking unsuspecting victims at high noon in golf carts, somehow. This particular group found humor in the weirdest ways. Gantu still continued to watch the groups of people walking by, and his eyes fell on a particular family. It was three people all of the same race, and it was a mother, father, and son. The son was probably only five or six years old, and he rode on his father's shoulders. Gantu slowly blinked as the mother soon returned, and she somehow managed to hold three ice cream cones and handed two of them to the father and son. The father said something and they all laughed. The dark blue alien exhaled. Their life was basically heaven to him, and he would give anything to have that. Sometimes his friends told him it wasn't healthy to have this much stress for his age.
"Wow. Your fish-boy friend sure has space out, huh?"
Hearing this comment seemingly out of nowhere, Gantu turned around. A girl stood by the table, and she was probably the most preppy thing you'd ever lay eyes on. She wore a cheerleading uniform and with her was some tall guy that looked like he was on drugs or something and said nothing. "You say something, Violet?"
Violet was just about the most popular girl in school, and there was basically no guy aside from them that didn't want to hook up with her. Her color scheme was basically a vanilla white and she had the same tendril- like hair as Juska only instead of white they were still that cream color and the ends were a bronze color. Her eyes were all silver, and she grinned. "Nothing."
"They'd why you come over here if you were plotting nothing?" Avon asked, and sipped some of Valec's drink. He hissed in response and threw something similar to a fry at her.
"Because I wanted to," Violet replied, rolling her eyes.
How could someone actually like this girl? She lacked sense and all of her comments and comebacks were completely stupid and made no sense whatsoever. "Okay then. You can go now. Can't you see Valec is eating?" Brian suggested, actually managing to sound very polite when he said this.
Valec laughed and then dashed back to the counter to order something else.
"Hey, have any of you been beaten up this year?" Violet prodded.
Actually, none of them had but some people wanted to desperately. The reason why they never did probably was because of Gantu and his size and they were too afraid to just about to anything to his friends for fear he'd come after them. And he probably would, actually.
"Why you ask?" Juska questioned her.
"No reason," she answered and walked over.
For a moment her boyfriend just lingered there, and after much time seemed to realize she was gone and followed like an obedient puppy that wanted some attention. Valec soon returned and sat back down. "So I guess they left?" he asked.
"Yeah, basically," Brian replied and Avon started back up on the killer rubber ducks with their golf carts. Gantu turned back to look out the window. The family was gone.
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Out of the five friends, only three people remained, as they had already passed by Valec and Avon's homes. Brian, Juska and Gantu were on the street that had the home Gantu in it. The bigger alien was just silent as his friends were discussing drafting again. Apparently, Juska was planning on signing up for the squadron either during her first or second year of high school.
"GANTU!"
The conversation ended and they looked up to see a huge alien. He was about a big ten feet tall and was standing in front of Gantu's house. "Yeah?" Gantu called, and Brian and Juska were silent.
"Get in here! How many times are you going to forget to call before coming home so late?" His father angrily shouted.
"Sorry, dad. I'll remember next time," he shouted as they began walking again. Under his breath, he said to his friends, "See you tomorrow. I gotta go."
They waved and turned a corner as Gantu's father was already heading inside. And Gantu himself was feeling nervous because of what awaited him inside of his house. Inside, it wasn't like a mansion and it wasn't like the home belonging to a hobo. In fact, it seemed so normal you could suspect something. Trying to think up a good excuse, Gantu turned the corner and suddenly the left side of his face was stinging uncontrollably, and he stumbled, grabbing unto a wall for support.
"When are you going to stop waiting until the last minute to apologize?" Gantu's father growled, rubbing his fist he had hit Gantu so hard.
Venes, who was the father of Gantu picked his son up by the collar and shoved him up against the wall. "Did you apologize when you made everything in my life fall apart?"
Through all the pain, Gantu somehow managed to say something he really shouldn't have. "It isn't that big of a deal. I just forgot to call you, don't make such a scene about it."
Obviously influenced by some mind altering food or something from their planet similar to alcohol, Venes only shoved up him against the wall harder. "SHUT UP! You ruined everything!"
"It's not my fault you just forgot to wear-" Gantu began, before he was finally and viciously punched in the stomach.
Letting him go, Venes let Gantu slide onto the ground in obvious pain. Where he had been hit on the face was already beginning to change into a darker shade of blue and he could nearly see out of his left eye. Since his dad was at full height, Venes was huge and like all of his race was naturally powerful. And all of Venes and his power had been taken out on abused Gantu, who slowly got to his feet as his father walked away. Giving Venes one last glare, Gantu slowly wobbled up the stairs and into his room before falling face-first on the bed.
Just laying there on the bed sprawled, Gantu wanted to turn on some music or something but couldn't, knowing that moving anymore than this would make the already white hot pain turn even worse.
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TBC
A/N: So, kids? How'd you like it. It's kind of funny in a way how everyone is always looking at Gantu as the bad guy but to me he's the one that should be pitied. ANWAY! Review if you like it, I have a feeling a won't get too many but do me a favor and give me some! I eat reviews and they keep me alive! When I do not receive any, I hunt in the dead of the night and feast upon unsuspecting victims! (translation - Just do it and wait for the next chapter.)
Juska
Valec
Avon
Brian
Venes
Violet
Those are my characters, do not steal them!
-
Prologue
Trudging back towards his spacecraft, Gantu rubbed a sore spot on his arm from where that annoying abomination, experiment 626, had flipped him over on to a car. Whoever it belonged to was in one heck of a surprise, seeing how Gantu and his enormous size and weight had just about crushed it to nothing. Once again, the abomination and that little girl had been successful in capturing an experiment and not him. 'Hamsterveil' was getting more and more frustrating, along with demanding and threatening Gantu. The larger alien was obviously getting pushed around and could do nothing about it, and that brought back memories he really didn't want to think about.
Climbing into his craft that was hidden amongst a small patch of woodland further back into the rural parts of Kauai, he turned on the powerful engines. As they hummed to life, that constant memory came to mind that he couldn't help every time he saw the space craft. To be more exact, it was a battle craft in just about perfect condition, only it was a revised type. Yes, it didn't rightfully belong to him, but who cared? It began to lift off of the ground as the hover device lifted it and dust swirled around.
And to make things worse, the memories were now stronger than ever because of the time of the year. Even though months were called different names and they might have been a few days shorter on his home planet, they still happened all around at the same time. Right now on Earth it was March, so on his home planet it would be a month called 'Mabon.' It was by coincidence that it was the same day of the week, also, when the worst thing happened to him. It all basically started a year before everything happened on the day everything changed his life. He was fourteen back then and still had all of his friends.
Once at an altitude that put him out of reach of sight, he began making his way towards his base. "It" was all because of the craft that ruined everything for him. Gantu tried to focus on just piloting the thing instead of hating it, but attempts were unsuccessful. Instead he unintentionally glared at the controls with hate as just about all events that had ruined everything that meant something to him began to return. All memories came back almost as an intense headache, starting at the year before that one fateful day everything happened, and when that news was told to him.
1. Fourteen
Gantu, only fourteen years old, walked through the halls of his junior high school attempting to get past the crowd of students to his group of friends. Even though he was about three feet taller than everyone else, it was harder since it was about one of the few multi-racial schools on the planet. Yes, the entire planet. And the school was huge, built just for the many students. It was a five floor school and had many people as the staff. Finally, Gantu lost his patience and began plowing his way through the crowd, attempting to reach the locker of one of his friends. Usually, they all would be there. After much time, he reached his destination.
"I see you've discovered the theory that at least one person joins the school daily, huh?" One of his friends, Juska asked.
Gantu only nodded, not too happy. Gantu wasn't too alike the other students at the MR Junior high school, seeing how tall he was. He had dark blue skin and what looked like horns on the side of his head the curved forward and light, almost aqua eyes with a white glint as a reflection of light. He was seven and a half feet tall, and like his race, naturally muscled. Even the clothes weren't too normal at the school. On the planet Earth, he could be considered a punk, even though that label was very stereotypical. He wore mostly black, had almost an obsession with spikes and baggy pants. He had no need to wear shoes, as his race had big feet that had almost rock-hard bottoms. Too a lot of people he could almost be scary because of his size, clothes and instead of having normal teeth they were more like fangs. At the time, he had a snaggle-fang that his friends almost always teased him about.
His friends all had the same 'style' as him, baggy pants or something that could be considered crazy to other students. These group of friends would be called the freaks of their school. His friends included Juska, who was his closest friend, Brian, Valec and Avon.
"So, I'm hungry," Valec grinned. "I need food!"
"Well, that's what you get for trying to set the record of the most days without food," Gantu answered, and Valec shot him a dirty but playful look.
"I don't see you doing anything daring," Valec smirked, and started walking away. The other four followed, not really thinking as if it was an automatic response to follow.
Valec was the dare-devil, and almost always in need to do something stupid. He was from a race that was a dark-brown color and had a human-like face but pointed and large ears, and the classic all-one-color eyes, with his being silver. He, too, had large canine teeth and a scary look to him. His black, untamed looking hair made him look constantly angered, also. Lighter brown stripes on his jaws curved upwards to his silver eyes. Juska, on the other hand, was not only the opposite gender but more like the opposite race. She had a more animalistic and pointed forward face. Instead of where her ears would be, she had small horns that were the same color of her skin, a clean white. Her hair was more like thick tendrils with black tips on the end. She had the most human-like eyes out of her friends and was the closest friend to Gantu. The particular thing about her race was that they had four arms, another beneath the normal set. It made her look more like an insect than a normal-appearing race.
Brian was the second-tallest and was more 'gothic,' yet another stereotypical label given to him because he wouldn't be caught dead wearing anything other than black. He could actually still appear to be gothic if he wore a foot-ball outfit because of his skin color. Actually, his skin was a gray color, but was covered in black fur. He had instead of two eyes, four, and a smaller one behind the larger ones. Each eye was a dark red, and on top of his head, (which his hair was black, also) there were cat- like ears. Brian was actually very nice despite his scary appearance. Lastly, there was Avon. She was part of a very common race at the school. Her race had pale yellow skin with and a human-like face. Brown, long hair hung in her eyes which had no irises but only a black pupil. A very distinct feature of her compared to the other was that she had a tail, only about four feet long, and she used to her benefits to annoy people, like tapping them on the shoulder and turning the other way. She was actually very annoying at times, but other than that she was pretty nice and there was nothing to complain about.
And now, Valec burst the door to the MR junior high school open and his stomach growled, as if it was encouraging him to run for the nearest place to eat. "Hurry up!" He called back to the other four. "I'm starving!"
The planet was really no different than Earth in nature wise, the temperature was measured the same way, the land looked the same, it had continents and oceans, but the one difference was the buildings and man- made structures were more technologically advanced. Gantu cracked his neck in boredom as they walked down the sidewalk. He merely watched as Avon was close to being hit by a craft zooming by. Brian suddenly turned around and began walking backwards to face the others as if seeing this triggered a thought. "Hey, did you know that the galactic militia is actually starting to draft people?"
"Isn't that illegal now?" Gantu asked, this catching his attention.
"Not anymore. It's being allowed on some planets," Brain informed them.
"Are girls aloud to be drafted, too?" Juska hopefully asked. One of her goals was to become a soldier in the militia, or to be a part of the battle craft squadron.
"Yep," Brian answered, "Girls too. It's only if one of your family members previously served in the militia, though. Anyway, this is one of the planets that had permission to have people drafted."
"Wow. I didn't know that the war was getting that contagious," Avon said after walking back over and away from any oncoming crafts.
There was a war at the time, after nearly half of planet had been killed by a disease purposely sent to it from another planet in the neighboring solar system. The antics were unknown, but they weren't going to be forgiven. In the war, there served mostly two categories. The militia and the battle craft squadron. Instead of like on their planet at this time craft meant to travel with, but there was also another design to travel months without refueling and to travel in space and destroy the enemy with their destructive weapons built. And it was constantly growing ever since the disease conflict had started over a year ago. Each solar system had a very good militia and squadron, and it was as if one battle one would lose, and then next the other would win. This had been going on repeatedly.
"Aren't you only able to be drafted if you're in high school, though?" Gantu asked as they turned a corner and unto another street.
"Yeah," Valec replied from the front, "But there's only another month left of school and then we're going there. And the war isn't going to be over for a long time, buddy."
Finally, heaven shown through the eyes of Valec and he dashed across the street to a random fast food joint and headed in, not even waiting for them to catch up. "Are you going to wait to be drafted or are you going to join the militia yourself?" Avon asked to Juska as they also walked across the street.
"I don't know," she answered and the others walked inside.
Valec was already ordering who-knows-what and they simply went to a booth and sat down, not really hungry. Soon Valec came dancing over with what looked like some kind of burger only with some alien-food on it. He sat down next to Brian and began to take in truckloads of whatever he ordered.
"Did anyone ever figure out what planet that one song came from already?" Avon asked to no one in particular.
"I doubt we ever will," Gantu answered and lazily looked out the window at people walking around. "Our planet is always catching a bunch of unwanted crap on the radios."
They carried on a conversation about how far away a planet could be and how that was possible and that soon led to something about killer rubber ducks attacking unsuspecting victims at high noon in golf carts, somehow. This particular group found humor in the weirdest ways. Gantu still continued to watch the groups of people walking by, and his eyes fell on a particular family. It was three people all of the same race, and it was a mother, father, and son. The son was probably only five or six years old, and he rode on his father's shoulders. Gantu slowly blinked as the mother soon returned, and she somehow managed to hold three ice cream cones and handed two of them to the father and son. The father said something and they all laughed. The dark blue alien exhaled. Their life was basically heaven to him, and he would give anything to have that. Sometimes his friends told him it wasn't healthy to have this much stress for his age.
"Wow. Your fish-boy friend sure has space out, huh?"
Hearing this comment seemingly out of nowhere, Gantu turned around. A girl stood by the table, and she was probably the most preppy thing you'd ever lay eyes on. She wore a cheerleading uniform and with her was some tall guy that looked like he was on drugs or something and said nothing. "You say something, Violet?"
Violet was just about the most popular girl in school, and there was basically no guy aside from them that didn't want to hook up with her. Her color scheme was basically a vanilla white and she had the same tendril- like hair as Juska only instead of white they were still that cream color and the ends were a bronze color. Her eyes were all silver, and she grinned. "Nothing."
"They'd why you come over here if you were plotting nothing?" Avon asked, and sipped some of Valec's drink. He hissed in response and threw something similar to a fry at her.
"Because I wanted to," Violet replied, rolling her eyes.
How could someone actually like this girl? She lacked sense and all of her comments and comebacks were completely stupid and made no sense whatsoever. "Okay then. You can go now. Can't you see Valec is eating?" Brian suggested, actually managing to sound very polite when he said this.
Valec laughed and then dashed back to the counter to order something else.
"Hey, have any of you been beaten up this year?" Violet prodded.
Actually, none of them had but some people wanted to desperately. The reason why they never did probably was because of Gantu and his size and they were too afraid to just about to anything to his friends for fear he'd come after them. And he probably would, actually.
"Why you ask?" Juska questioned her.
"No reason," she answered and walked over.
For a moment her boyfriend just lingered there, and after much time seemed to realize she was gone and followed like an obedient puppy that wanted some attention. Valec soon returned and sat back down. "So I guess they left?" he asked.
"Yeah, basically," Brian replied and Avon started back up on the killer rubber ducks with their golf carts. Gantu turned back to look out the window. The family was gone.
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Out of the five friends, only three people remained, as they had already passed by Valec and Avon's homes. Brian, Juska and Gantu were on the street that had the home Gantu in it. The bigger alien was just silent as his friends were discussing drafting again. Apparently, Juska was planning on signing up for the squadron either during her first or second year of high school.
"GANTU!"
The conversation ended and they looked up to see a huge alien. He was about a big ten feet tall and was standing in front of Gantu's house. "Yeah?" Gantu called, and Brian and Juska were silent.
"Get in here! How many times are you going to forget to call before coming home so late?" His father angrily shouted.
"Sorry, dad. I'll remember next time," he shouted as they began walking again. Under his breath, he said to his friends, "See you tomorrow. I gotta go."
They waved and turned a corner as Gantu's father was already heading inside. And Gantu himself was feeling nervous because of what awaited him inside of his house. Inside, it wasn't like a mansion and it wasn't like the home belonging to a hobo. In fact, it seemed so normal you could suspect something. Trying to think up a good excuse, Gantu turned the corner and suddenly the left side of his face was stinging uncontrollably, and he stumbled, grabbing unto a wall for support.
"When are you going to stop waiting until the last minute to apologize?" Gantu's father growled, rubbing his fist he had hit Gantu so hard.
Venes, who was the father of Gantu picked his son up by the collar and shoved him up against the wall. "Did you apologize when you made everything in my life fall apart?"
Through all the pain, Gantu somehow managed to say something he really shouldn't have. "It isn't that big of a deal. I just forgot to call you, don't make such a scene about it."
Obviously influenced by some mind altering food or something from their planet similar to alcohol, Venes only shoved up him against the wall harder. "SHUT UP! You ruined everything!"
"It's not my fault you just forgot to wear-" Gantu began, before he was finally and viciously punched in the stomach.
Letting him go, Venes let Gantu slide onto the ground in obvious pain. Where he had been hit on the face was already beginning to change into a darker shade of blue and he could nearly see out of his left eye. Since his dad was at full height, Venes was huge and like all of his race was naturally powerful. And all of Venes and his power had been taken out on abused Gantu, who slowly got to his feet as his father walked away. Giving Venes one last glare, Gantu slowly wobbled up the stairs and into his room before falling face-first on the bed.
Just laying there on the bed sprawled, Gantu wanted to turn on some music or something but couldn't, knowing that moving anymore than this would make the already white hot pain turn even worse.
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TBC
A/N: So, kids? How'd you like it. It's kind of funny in a way how everyone is always looking at Gantu as the bad guy but to me he's the one that should be pitied. ANWAY! Review if you like it, I have a feeling a won't get too many but do me a favor and give me some! I eat reviews and they keep me alive! When I do not receive any, I hunt in the dead of the night and feast upon unsuspecting victims! (translation - Just do it and wait for the next chapter.)