Please enjoy this disgustingly overly-dramatic short little random one-shot that is way out of characteristically angsty and emo for me. w00t.
GO GO GADGET CLICHED ZADR PLOT 8DDD
"Zim," Dib sputtered, voice strained and garbled.
Zim did not acknowledge his name, but only shifted to survey the familiar human suspended several feet above the cracked pavement in front of him by an extension of his Pak, one strong metal cord, which was twisted around the boy's neck. Dib held the cord with both hands and weakly kicked at the air, gasping quietly. His trench coat fluttered in the autumn wind; it dripped with water and flapped audibly. Dib swallowed hard.
"Zim… please…"
The alien chuckled darkly, half-lidded rubies invisibly welling with tears and stupid, stupid feelings.
Damn feelings.
In an instant, two more cables rocketed out of his Pak and snaked their ways around Dib's wrists, ripping his grip from the noose-like appendage encircling his throat and forcing his arms flat against his drenched body. The wire around his neck arched higher and lowered the boy until his feet hung but inches off the ground and his face was but centimeters from Zim's.
Zim, struggling to maintain his stony-cold expression, slowly lifted a quivering arm and touched Dib's face lightly. A soft whimper escaped his throat, and he bit his lip and squeezed his eyes closed. Blinking back tears, he traced a fingertip along Dib's raindrop-dotted jaw before gently placing both hands on the human's pale cheeks. For a moment, Zim just looked at the boy, taking in his scent, his pulse, his gaze, his hot, moist breath. "Dib," came Zim's shaky whisper. Zim's eyelids slid closed as he leaned forward, pulling the boy's face closer, and tenderly pressed their lips together.
When Zim finally pulled away, Dib's eyes were wide with shock. Unable to speak, his mouth merely hung open, small, choked noises trickling out from between his parted lips. He stared hard at Zim, brow deeply furrowed, noticing the tears leaking from the alien's pained eyes.
Zim sniffed and sighed, antennae twitching. A crooked smile made its way across his face.
Then, a fourth and final wiry spider leg shot out from Zim's Pak and stabbed Dib through the heart, sending an electrical shock throughout his entire body, tearing skin, snapping bone. Dib's body immediately went limp.
Zim sucked in a heavy breath, filling his lungs with the aroma of dirt and sweat and stars and rain and sweet, coppery blood. Here were two separate worlds at a crossroads. Here were two bodies, two souls, two enemies, two friends. Here was a beginning. Here was an end.
"I love you."