#we all know it's illegal to cry in front of genius detectives

[mydramaproblems]

My Roommate is a Detective

[ninjettey]

Boys and Aliens

Experiment 626 - A.K.A. Stitch escapes from the Intergalactic Prison Transport.  The stolen police cruiser lands near Hawaii, but Stitch bailed out early, landing on the beach of Santa Carla.

AN:  No Lilo.  The trial dialogue is almost verbatim from the Lilo and Stitch movie.  I do not own The Lost Boys or Stitch.

Chapter One

The Galactic Alliance councilman of all universal species were gathered in the massive coliseum.  The Grand Councilwoman heading the proceedings of one Dr. Jumba Jookiba.  An intelligent alien teetering on the line of insanity and brilliance.  He was being charged with unethical experimentation in genetics.  Jumba was heavily restrained and surrounded by guards on a floating platform in the center of the coliseum.  

The Grand Councilwoman calls for silence before addressing the accused, “Read the charges.”

Gantu, Captain of the Galactic Alliance read Jumba’s charges out loud, “Dr. Jumba Jookiba-- lead scientist of Galaxy Defense Industries-- you stand before this council accused of illegal genetic experimentation.”

The coliseum was filled with hushed conversations in regards to the charges.  Some repeating rumors of horrid experiments gone wrong.  Or of the many times the doctor has relocated his laboratories to not raise suspicion.  When the Grand Councilwoman speaks, every being quiets, “How do you plead?”

Jumba stood tall, confident that his experimentations were safely locked away in his laboratory.  He was not going to lose.  Not this time.  With a clear and concise voice, “Not guilty.  My experiments are only theoretical--completely within the legal boundaries.”  

The coliseum burst in volume as everyone spoke their own opinion.  The doors behind Jumba open.  A massive containment unit floating into the room.  Stopping near the center.  Grand Councilwoman states, “We believe you’ve actually created something.”

The containment unit could be seen by every being.  It proceeded to open.  Jumba laughs, “Created something?! Ha! But that would be irresponsible and unethical. I would never, ever--… make more than one!”  Inside a glass case was a little blue creature with big ears twitching with every sound, two antennae on the top of his round shaped head.  Big, black bottomless eyes taking in his surroundings.  His puppy-like nose is overwhelmed with the scents of every being.  Four arms, two of which have the ability to shrink into himself to become a quadaped, three digits and opposable thumbs on each fur covered paw. Several spikes that act as additional antennae on his back.  He was wearing an orange and red zipper-front jump-suit.

Captain Gantu blurted out, “What is that monstrosity?”  Jumba sputters at the insult, “Monstrosity! What you see before you is the first of a new species. I call it Experiment 626. He is bulletproof, fireproof and can think faster than a supercomputer. He can see in the dark and move objects three thousand times his size! His only instinct: To destroy everything he touches!”  Jumba falls over in his restraints as he cackles.

The Grand Councilwoman is shocked at the sight of the creature, “So, it is a monster?”  Jumba stops cackling like a lunatic, “Only a little one.”  Gantu voices his opinion, “It is an affront to nature.  It should be destroyed!”  Grand Councilwoman lifts her hand to stop the chatter, “Calm yourself, Captain Gantu. Perhaps it can be reasoned with. (to Stitch) Experiment 626, give us some sign you understand any of this. Show us that there is something inside you that is good.”

Experiment 626 ceases his efforts to escape the glass containment to answer the council, “MEEGA NALA KWEESTA! (I WANT TO DESTROY!)”

The audience gasps.  The Grand Councilwoman clutches her chest, “So naughty.”  Experiment 626 laughs hysterically while Jumba claims he didn’t teach him that, still trying to convince the council of his innocence even with the evidence laughing in their faces. Gantu issues the order, “Place that idiot scientist under arrest.”  Jumba could be heard yelling, “I prefer to be called EVIL GENIUS!”  As he put in his own containment unit and quickly shuttled away.

The Grand Councilwoman issues her judgement on the creature, “And as for that abomination, it is fiord project of a deranged mind. It has no place among us. Captain Gantu, take him away.”  Gantu cracks his knuckles, “With pleasure.”

On board the prison transport, Experiment 626 is restrained to the ceiling of a cell, upside down with only his head visible.  Two massive, eight barrel laser cannons pointed in his direction.  Gantu taunts the creature, “Uncomfortable? Aw… Good! The council has banished you to exile on a desert asteroid. So, relax… enjoy the trip and don’t get any ideas! These guns are locked onto your genetic signature. They won’t shoot anyone but you.”  Gantu walks away from the creature as one of the cell guards takes a syringe with the creature’s blood and injects it into the cannons.  “Secure the cell.”

Captain Gantu returned to the bridge, “All ahead full.”  The prison transport and the following brigade started the flight to the deserted asteroid.  Experiment 626 was twisting in his restraints, loosening them up so he could escape.  The cannons followed his every move, and that’s when an idea struck him.  He used his saliva to gauge the reaction of these cannons and found they followed the dribble.  The noise from his experiment captured the attention of the only present guard.  The creature spit a massive wad of saliva onto the guard, triggering the cannons.  This provided the distraction he needed to break free and escape his cell.

A female copilot announced, “Gunfire!  In the cell bay!”  

The creature had gotten loose, ventured into the ventilation system and exited into a loading bay.  Stealing a police cruiser, he blasted through the loading bay doors and flew into space.  He passed by the bridge windows and one alien noted, “He uh… took the red one.”  

Other police cruisers closed in on the creature’s craft.  He had punched through the dash to disable the tracking system.  He could hear the commands flowing through the coms device on the dashboard.  It was then he knew he would have a better chance of escaping if he activated the hyper-drive.  The damage from the punch to disable the tracking system, also damaged navigation.  He activated the hyper-drive with no predetermined designation.  

With no way to track the creature, the Galactic Alliance didn’t know where to begin to look for the creature.  The Grand Councilwoman had issued an order to watch for any suspicious activity anywhere in the universe.  “It is going to take a millennia to find that abomination.  Gantu, I am putting you in charge of tracking down that creature.”  Gantu hung his head in shame, “Yes, Grand Councilwoman.”

Meanwhile

626 comes out of hyper-drive near Earth.  He flies towards the unknown planet.  The pressure from entering the atmosphere has the craft groaning, the internal pressure building up.  626 releases the ejector seat, landing on a desolate beach at night, the craft crashes hundreds of miles away in the ocean.  The advanced craft was not detected on Earth’s radars.  626 released the restraints of the seat, pulled off the suit and threw everything into the ocean.  Getting rid of any evidence of his arrival for now.

He took a look around.  Several hundred yards away were bright lights of some sort of amusement park.  626 cautiously moved towards it.  He was about one-hundred yards away from this amusement park when he heard some loud, rambunctious laughter, then a small voice crying for help.  On the other side of a sand dune was a bonfire and a group of grown, intoxicated men tossing around a small child.  626 being new to the planet needed someone to show him around.  This small, innocent being may be able to help him adapt to this planet before he destroys it.

Rushing towards the group of men, 626 claws, bites and tears apart the men.  Leaving the normally golden sand below his paws crimson red and sticky.  The small being lifts his head from the ground, his face bloodied and swollen.  He looks around and sees various body parts strewn around the area and a strange creature with four arms walking up to him.  626 approaches the boy, “Meega 626.”  The creature gestures to himself, then to the boy, “Yuuga?”  The boy takes a swallow breath, “Laddie.  Thank you.”  The boy promptly passed out.  626 sniffed the boy for his scent and possibly scents of others like him.  He turned his nose to the sky trying to catch the scent of the others, finding it leads to the amusement park.

Picking up the boy with his top two arms, he runs towards the boardwalk, keeping in the shadows.  The scent of the others has become very strong above his head.  He tilted his head listening to the raised voices above him, “You were supposed to keep an eye on him Star!  Laddie could be anywhere.  So help me, if he is hurt, I will tear you apart.”  626 perks up when he recognizes Laddie’s name.  He gently sets Laddie down and climbs the post to the top of the boardwalk.  626 sat on the top railing looking at the five humans staring at him.

The group of four men and one woman turn towards the noise of something crawling up the side of the boardwalk.  It perched on the top railing.  This strange creature just looks at them with it’s big black eyes.  They can see it’s covered in blood.  The man with long, dark hair is the closest to 626.  He could smell Laddie’s blood on him as well as the blood of other men.  The man moves to grasp the creature, but 626 jumps out of reach.  “Where is he?  Where is Laddie?!” The man yells, his eyes shifting to a yellow with red outer line before shifting back.  626 points to under the boardwalk with one of his paws.

The man brushes past 626 and jumps over the railing landing in the sand next to the boy, “Laddie!”  The boy jolts awake hearing one of his brothers calling his name.  “Dwayne, where’s 626?” Laddie asked in a quiet voice as Dwayne picked him up.  The other three men followed Dwayne down.  The man with a really poofy mane asked, “What’s 626?”  “He saved me from Surf Na….” Laddie’s heavy lidded eyes close as he passes out again.  His breathing is raspy and shallow.  A classic sign of broken ribs.  One of the men dressed in all black and short hair spoke, “Dwayne, take Laddie back to the cave.  The rest of us will find where Laddie was attacked.  Star?”  The girl looks at her ex.  He handed her some money.  “Get something to eat.”  His way of telling her to go away.  Dwayne left on his bike with Laddie.

626 was watching from the shadows under the boardwalk.  He looked back and forth between the boy leaving on a motorcycle and the rest of the group.  One of them looked in the general direction of 626, “You can come out.  We’re not going to hurt you.”  This one had on an interesting, colorful, patch-covered jacket.   The creature moved out from behind the pillar he was partially hiding behind.  The men looked up at 626, he was on the under-side of the boardwalk looking down at them.  626 tilted his head, narrowed his eyes at the men.  He didn’t want to trust them, but they don’t seem afraid of him and he doesn’t have a choice.  626 crawled down the post, approaching the men with caution.  

Marko, Paul and David were able to get a better look at this strange creature.  They couldn’t look away from this four armed, big eyed creature that looked like it belonged in a Sci-Fi movie.  The four beings were distracted from their staring contest when a dog barked.  626 looked at the noisy creature running on the beach, then himself and decided to try and blend in better.  These men watched as 626 pulled two of his arms, his antennae on the top of his head, and the spikes on his back into his body.  Now, 626 looked more like a weird species of canine.  Poofy mane enthusiastically exclaimed, “That was so cool.  I’m Paul.”  He pats the one with the brightly colored jacket covered in patches, “This is Marko, and the one in all black is David.”  

David rolled his eyes at Paul.  The stoner is way too cheerful sometimes.  David lit a cigarette before speaking to 626, “Can you show us where you saved Laddie?”  626 nodded his head, “Ih.”  They went back to their bikes.  626 got excited when he saw them.  He climbed onto the gas tank of the closest one, which turned out to be Marko’s.  The guys chuckled at him.  Marko mounted his bike and told 626 to hold on.  Kicking their bikes to life, they drove down the nearest stairs and onto the beach following the general direction 626 pointed.  The closer they got to the slowly dying bonfire, the stronger the smell of blood got.  

The guys parked their bikes and climbed up the sand dune.  They looked back and forth between 626 and the mess he made.  Paul and Marko suddenly bust out laughing.  They laugh so hard there’s tears running down their faces.  David chuckles, “Impressive.  Come on boys, let’s help him clean up.”  626 was a little confused but he helped throw what’s left of the Surf Nazis into the bonfire.  Once done, David crouches to 626’s level, “It would be best if you stayed with us.  Most people wouldn’t react the way we did.”  Knowing David was right, 626 went with them back to their cave that they call home.

Dwayne looked up as the rest of the guys and 626 entered the cave.  He stood from where he was sitting on Laddie’s bed.  The boy had been bandaged, given some blood from the ‘wine’ bottle they keep and was falling asleep.  David asked, “How is he?”  Dwayne ran one of his hands through his hair, “He has a concussion, broken ribs, busted lip, and his left arm was broken.  Did you find the assholes that did it?”  David looked over his shoulder at 626, who was crawling up the wall exploring the cave, “Yeah.  Little guy tore them apart.  Five Surf Nazis have been taken out.”  Laddie’s small voice was heard, “Six.  There were six.”  A sound pretty similar to that of a cat hacking up a hairball was heard from 626.  He had coughed up a wallet and a cheap watch.  The guys didn’t even bat an eye.  Marko picked up the wallet soaked in drool, “Welp, I think we know what happened to Greg.”  The guys all shared a look, “He could be our very own Hellhound.”

Dwayne went up to 626 to really look at him.  He tilted his head, “What are you?”  626 brought his other two arms, antennae and spikes out, “Meega Experiment 626.”  He points towards the outside, “Me crash.”  Those two, broken English sentences explained quite a bit.  “Okay boys, got ourselves an actual alien,”  David sat in his wheelchair.  626 felt a little worried, thinking these beings were going to alert the Galactic Alliance.  Dwayne was still watching the small creature and saw the look on his face.  “We won’t tell anyone you’re here.  We are not exactly law-abiding citizens.”  626 was relieved for the moment.  He still planned on destroying the planet.  But he would need to commandeer or build a ship first.  His thoughts were interrupted by Marko, “Why don’t you make yourself at home.  We’re going to sleep soon.  We sleep during daylight.”

Looking around the cave, 626 spots the boy, Laddie’s bed.  The alien gets on the foot of the bed, burrows under the blanket and gets comfortable.  He was asleep before the sun rose.  Star returned and went to bed without saying a word to anyone.  The guys glared at her back, waiting for the day she either turns fully or they get permission to kill her.  She has one job, and that is to look after Laddie.  Star keeps screwing that up.  If it wasn’t for 626, Laddie would have died tonight.  The sun was starting to rise, so the guys ventured to their subcave to sleep.

[deepdarkdelights]

Hello love! I’m the one who wrote to you about the potential inspo for a story. Again you can throw it away or use it, it doesn’t matter haha. I just truly enjoy your writing so I thought that if anybody could make something out of nothing, it would be you. Anyways, I was inspired by the picture above. Oh and I was going to send you this anonymously, but then the picture wouldn’t have been saved (and I’m super shy about this lol, seriously I’m blushing).

Story Begins:

The world holds its secrets, and I hold mine. Deception is never formed by intention, it’s mere collateral damage based off promises and dreams of distant futures.

My dreams were based off my family at first. Based off my brother and mother. Based off the memory of my sister.. But that’s all in the past, and now that I’ve awoken from the imagery of delusional hope. I’m left to deal with the cost of my deception.

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“Mr.Kim, I see you’re yet to finish you’re meal. Oh my! You couldn’t even have a bite?!” The petite young woman shrieking at the untouched meal moved forward to retreat the “warm” mushroom soup that was meant to be in the belly of her boss by now.

With a heavy sigh “Mr.Kim” turns around in his chair. Face still in concentration from whatever is in his hands, he reaches toward his cup of coffee (the only thing for consumption that didn’t occupy too much time).

His secretary stood in front of him speechless at his lack of response. Yes Mr. Kim was young for his profession, his grayish blueish strands contrasting from the dark wool of his turtleneck, his glasses modestly framed to his face, and shiny gold watch that clung to his wrist all precedent to what would be considered a young bachelor -but no, instead this demeanor belonged to a top detective in the field of criminal justice.

From what Jisoo, his secretary knew of him, he was a very bright and professional detective. She was aware of his battle with prostitution rings in South Korea, who’s successful case landed him a job in the New York station of private affairs and criminal justice, where he also succeeded in bringing down one of the most influential law firms for the involvement of illegal transactions and drug smuggling. His work on the field had provided him with a private, yet comfortable life. Not long after his station in the New York City department of justice, he and a couple of team members were asked to work for the The General Directorate for Internal Security in France.

“Jisoo, I know we both were born in Korea, but could you please drop the formalities? I’ve known you for 3 years now “, said the heavy voice in the chair.

At this Jisoo felt a pang if guilt for her earlier charade. Mr.Ki-Na..Namjoon’s voice sounded tired. ‘Of course he is’, she thought to herself. He had spent the last 2 years and a half perusing an unamed organization whos’ motive was unclear, but actions centered around the illegal transaction of money.

“Jisoo? Are you even listening?” The young secretary looks up, “Sorry what was that?”

“I guess I’m not the only one who has had a rough day. I asked you.. am i not a nice person?” At this Jisoo meets the eyes of Namjoon without hesitation.

“What?”

“Have I been mean to you in anyway? Have I thrown your sandwiches out or made fun of those ridiculous pens you bring to work?” He asks with his eyebrows comically lifted.

Jisoo, finally understanding where he is getting at responds, “Not until this point you haven’t”.

“See! We even banter for crying out loud! If that doesn’t scream friendship I don’t know what does!” Namjoon is practically out of breath delivering his sermon on how good of a friend he had been throughout the past three years until it gets to the point where Jisoo has listened to it twice.

“Okay, okay! Enough... friend”, it’s not that she dislikes thinking of Namjoon as a friend, but more of the fact that she doesn’t perfer to associate herself in that aspect with any of her coworkers -much less higher ups. Her lack of attachment also has to do with the fact that back home, in the same position she stands today, she had seen a handful of her beloved coworkers in caskets in no less than 5 weeks of knowing them. However, despite all of this, she can’t deny that Namjoon has acted out the role of a bigger brother during her stay in France, especially in the sense of bringing her Korean food from one particular restaurant on the outskirts of the city. Their relationship has always been comfortable and despite his undeniably handsome features, there was no physical attraction between them... it was nice.

“Okay now say it with enthusiasm, as if you actually like me. Come on FRRI- “ all the sudden the phone rings. Jisoo turns to quickly take her exit, but not before she hears a curse from the man who was a second away from singing the friends theme song.

‘Namjoon i really hope you don’t come close to catching these guys’ she silently prays. She knows the consequences of bringing justice, she’s seen the red splatter that the name decorated itself with.

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“Joon this just turned from a fraud to a murder scene. We are not just talking about big investments, but the murder of two prime ministers and the chief of justice in Germany.”

Namjoon looks at his fellow detective and reaches out for the stack of papers near his desktop. “What did Germany say?”

Yoongi, his literal partner in (fighting) crime answers with a simple, “jack shit”. “They don’t believe it’s connected”.

“Then why do we?” Namjoon at this point is at a dead end yet again. This same secret organization has plagued his office walls, desk, and even bed for almost three years. It’s normal for a case such as this one to take time, but when your teammates and you are specifically placed in an international office for one specific case, it gets a bit frustrating.

“Because.. both the German officer and the Prime Minister in Bordeaux had their tounges taken out.”

“What!?” Had this been any other criminal investigation, this piece of information would not have surprised Namjoon. This however was not just any case, for the duration of his stay in France, and the additional years he was not assigned to this area, this was the first similarity between the crimes. Whoever these people were, made sure to not leave a single message, nor fingerprint, nor act of pride that would give them away. It was almost as if these crimes were committed themselves, and the world was forced to accept it for the time being.

OKAY IT IS GARBAAGGÉÉ, but hey if it works as inspo I’m all for it. Oh by the way, the first part is from jungkook’s perspective. When I initially started I thought about there being a mysterious “sister” aka y/n (didn’t plan out how or why she disappeared yet lol), and because I’m a garden hoe for yandere, I thought about making jungkook slowly progress into a ridonculous yandere. As you can see it’s a bit all over the place. But anyways, I freaking love your writing and throw this away or change it up or use it as it is, it’s all yours.

Ps. Love ya

Hello my lovely!

First off, I am so proud of you for being brave and sending this off of anon! I know how vulnerable that can be, so thank you really for feeling comfortable enough to do so!

Secondly, omfg you have skill! Like I was getting into it and I legit screeched when I realized there wasn't more to read! You did so well sweetie!

Moving on, I really enjoyed this, I don't think you realize just how much skill and potential you have as a writer. I want to read more please!

I do really like this as a concept, although I am coming off of an investigator Joon fic so I think I would need to take a break from that theme lol.

I would like to talk about this more if you're up to it, I think you should pursue this idea because it has great foundations. Let's talk more please you little genius you!

P.S. (ILY TOO 💜💜💜)