Alone I Break
Disclaimer: lemme jump thru the hoops of the explain to the masses that i don't own, have any rights to invader zim they belong to Jhonen Vasquez and Nickelodeon (and that was a damn pity too, about nick owning it). the only legal thing i own is my overactive imagination and this fanfic that i wrote. now if i did own Invader Zim that show would've never been canceled (it's a precious gem that was overlooked by stupid critics) and it would've eventually geared towards the fangirl liking...oh yeah i would've made it ZaDR, cuz if ya just watch the show it's just begging for it...okay i went way off track, but i think i've made my point of ownership and my lack of it...
Warning: i guess i should do that cuz there is cursing (though not a whole lot) but other than that nothing serious going on...yet...
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Upon entering his 'cleverly disguised' base, Zim stood livid in his living room. Claws balled up into tight fists to where blood was slowly being drawn, he remained stilll until his agitation was in check. He then pulled off his wig and roughly tossed it to the floor. He stared at it for a moment, that same ol' ratty wig that he always worn.
Hm, maybe I should improve that...No!
That wasn't important right now, there was far more dire matters at hand. Sliding off his false contact lenses and putting them away, he then marched stiffly into the kitchen. Heading for the modified toliet, that would lead him down to his inner workings, he disregarded his incompentant SIR unit as it sat on the table with it's pig friend. One thing that Zim couldn't ignore was the loud, sickening, sucking noises emitting from Gir as he happily enjoyed his suck monkey drink. But he wasn't in the mood to deal with that and just climbed into the elevator lift. While going down, he was left with his thoughts and his ire rose yet again.
This isn't happening.
It shouldn't be happening, it was all sickening, disgusting, all and all just flat out wrong. Zim shifted his footing as ragged breaths escaped him. He was so pissed off about it to the point where he wanted to rip off his own antennae and stomp them into oblivion. It was maddening.
I did not forsee this at all.
Antennae pulled back in an irritated manner, he could not will away the urges that his body so desperatly craved.
I should be above all this! I am an Irken Invader afterall!
His throat felt dry, finding it hard to swallow and beads of sweat slowly rolled down his forehead. He felt the throbbing need between his legs, that begged to be tended to.
I will not submit to such carnal pleasures.
He growled to himself as he began to fidget with his black gloves, as to keep his hands busy. His eyes narrowed into angry slits; the elevator seem to be taking forever to reach its destination.
Zim's patience could only be stretched so far.
Before he could snap at the computer to just let him off, the lift came to a stop and the doors silently slid open. With a huff, Zim lurched forward and stepped into the narrow hallway then proceeded to one of his numerous labs. Going inside the one that was strictly for immunity and tolerance to whatever threat posed to him. Six years of living on earth, he learned there was a lot of things that had caused pain and sickness to him. Zim browsed thru his shelves that held numerous chemicals compounds in glass beakers.
Do I even have anything to counter balance this?
Of course he didn't, this whole situation was completely unexpected and it basically blindsided him. He was suppose to be coming up with plans for global conquest, but that wasn't going to be happening anytime soon. Now he had to focus all of his time on preventing the horror that he experience from happening again.
Leave it to Dib to even put me in this dilemma.
His eye twitched slightly when he thought about it.
Dib.
Seething, he entertained thoughts of just sneaking into the horrible, stink-pig's house and blasting that boy's oversized head into microdust. But there was a major flaw in that plan, he would have to be in the same proximity of his arch nemisis. Something other than that would've transpired...something dreadful.
Outta all of the wretched things in the entire universe...
He guess he could at least count his luck that Dib wasn't aware that he inadvertaly caused the unwanted effect in Zim. But the fact remains that this was all Dib's fault in the first place, even if he didn't even know.
Stupid smelly Dib hormones of....grrr...smell!
Zim had crossed paths with the human almost on a daily basis and they would fight, be it verbal or physical. And just like earlier, Zim and Dib bumped into each other in the city, both swapped heated words at each other. As per usual the paranormal investigator was ever relentless on stopping Zim in whatever scheme he might be plotting. And as always the invader felt the need to gloat about his superiority and that he would have his rival kneel before him after he carries out his latest plan. Though it was a bluff this time around, it goaded Dib to launch himself at Zim and pinned him facefirst up against a nearby brick wall. As he attempted to press for some answers from the slightly smaller male, Zim quickly took the offensive and with his free arm he connected his elbow to Dib's temple. As soon as the teen let go of his captive, to tend to the pain he recieved, Zim pushed himself away from the wall and spun around to tackle his body against the other. With no time to recover, Dib lost his footing and was slammed to the concrete pavement. Having to ignore the white, blinding pain to the back of the head, Dib balled up his fist and landed a hit to Zim's jaw. Adrenaline on high, both rolled around on the ground struggling to get the upperhand in the fight. Their fight went unnoticed by the mindless drones of people as they walked around the squabbling pair and went about their own meaningless lives. Though this was normal between the two long-standing enemies, the end of the fight played out differently. Zim was the victor this time around, as he sometimes was, and had Dib pinned to the ground. Fist ready to render the boy unconcious, he paused to catch his breath. And in that moment of the calm, his antennae picked up a strong chemical scent eminating from the boy below. His body froze up as he sensed the testosterone pumped throughout the lankey teen and it sent a jolt of pleasure throughout Zim's entire being.
He got off on setting Dib off.
The feeling was so strong, Zim no longer cared about being the victor in their fight, he wanted to dominate everything that was Dib.
To claim him as his own.
That sudden revelation and the intensifying desire to top Dib right there in public made Zim immediately propel himself off of the teen. Once he got to his feet, Zim quickly retreated without saying a single word; leaving Dib laying on the sidewalk very confused. He walked back to his base, all the while outraged about what had transpired.
The more Zim thought about it all as he currently went thru his inventory, one single question popped into his chaotic filled mind.
Shouldn't he feel sicken for even having such urges? To his enemy no less.
But the need to expell the contents from his spooch never arose and it pissed Zim off all the more.
Oh how the Dib will pay.
"That was strange."
Dib muttered outloud to no one as he shifted through his closet in search for the items necessary on infiltration into Zim's base. Pocketing a pair of sleepcuffs, he thought about the expression on Zim's face.
"He obviously had the upperhand...so why did he panic and retreat? Maybe he's ill. Which means he's weak and this is the perfect opportunity to strike now that he's vulnerable."
"Talking to yourself yet again, I see."
Dib visiably jumped and looked over to see Gaz leaning against his open doorway.
"Seriously Dib, I thought you out grew that phase."
"I think this might be it, Gaz."
He happily exclaimed as he stuffed a taser into another pocket, just in case.
"Tonight I'll finally capture Zim and-"
"Okay that's enough of that. I don't care."
Gaz then pulled out her hand-held gaming console, flipping it on and then walking away leaving Dib to ponder as to why she even bother talking to him in the first place. But the thought quickly passed as he got all what he needed and rushed out of the house. He moved hurridly down the sidewalk that were occasionally bathed in the glow of the streetlights. Though Dib was of driving age, the eighteen year old still chose to go everywhere on foot. Really he was just a horrible driver and since Tak's ship exploded into nothingness after a terrible incident involving tweasers and shoelaces, his choices of mobility were pretty much limited. Besides, being on foot, it had it's stealth advantages over your enemy; or that's what Dib believed.
"It looked as though he was frightened about something."
Still thinking outloud to himself as he continued along the path that he knew by heart. He knew how long it would take to reach Zim's base, how many steps it would take, Dib could even find that odd tacky house with his eyes closed.
"Wait..."
Dib stopped momentarily, crossing his arms in thought.
"Why am I even worrying about him at all? Soon Zim will be exposed as the alien menace that he truely is."
Walking once again, Dib fantasized about Zim being stretched out and bound to a metallic operating table and him with a scapal ready to cut the alien open.
"I wonder if I would be allowed to make the first cut?"
He happily mused as he activated an upgraded cloaking device, that didn't require a full body suit, as he approached the wooden fence that seem to appear as a border between him and the alien's front yard. Dib then casually strolled across the walkway, undetected from the guard gnomes, and up to the front door. And like old habits, Dib sidestepped the porch and peered inside the window to see if he could catch a glimpse of Zim before determine his next course of action. After waiting and watching for acouple of minutes, that seem to drag on for hours, Zim was nowhere to be found. Which led Dib to the logical conclusion that the invader was down below in his one of his labs. With an unseen smirk, Dib then quietly opened the window from the outside. He knew the window would be unlocked, as it always is, then he slipped into the livingroom with ease.
It was all too easy. So much so that it was kinda sad.
But he wasn't about to gloat over it because Dib was aware that certain defenses can still pose a threat to him. Well not really, more like drive ones sanity up a wall.
That being the maniacal robot Gir.
Sure enough as soon as he thought about it, the robot popped his head out from inside the kitchen and began waving his tiny arm frantically.
"HIIIII DIBBEH!!!"
Dib froze up in fear because he had been busted and he was unsure as to what action the defective minion might do next.
"Umm..."
With a dopey smile plastered on the metallic face, Gir walked into the the livingroom and straight up to Dib.
"You gunna cheer master up? Cuz he looked all sad like."
Dib let out a sigh of relief when Gir didn't call for security. Remaining cloaked, he reached into one of his pockets of his trenchcoat.
"Sure, but it's a surprise though. Forget that I'm here, okay."
Dib had seen over a dozen times before as Zim bribed Gir to focus and do the task at hand. With that he produce from his pocket a ziplock baggy full of assorted candies.
"Just go about on whatever it is that you were doing."
"Okeeeeee-dokeeeee!"
Gir then greedily grabbed the visible bag away from Dib and giggled in childlike delight as he went back into the kitchen then perched back on top of the table. With that out of the way, he had two options: wait for Zim to exit out of his lab or search down below and ambush him there. Dib decided to go with the latter, but for the second time that night it seemed the cosmic forces had read his thoughts and delivered yet again.
This time for the better, as Zim was just now exiting out of the elevator lift.
Though Dib could not be seen, he braced himself up against the wall in hopes of melding with it.
"Of course I wouldn't be able to remove the symptom!"
Zim growled out in frustration to himself as he roughly stomped his foot onto the ground as he got off the toliet.
"I don't have the causing factor to procure an antidote from!"
Curiousity ate at Dib as to what Zim was ranting on about, putting his agenda briefly on the backburner, he began the slow task of slinking his thin 5'11" frame towards the kitchen.
"That...that..."
Zim paced around the tiled kitchen floor, animatingly waving his arms about before wrenching his claws in thin air.
"Dib!"
He froze yet again when his name hissed from the irken, he dare not let out so much a breath escape his lips. He could feel his heart hammering inside his chest and his body broke out in a cold sweat.
"Why this happend in the first place still eludes me."
Dib's muscles slightly relaxed as he realized that Zim was babbling to himself and was not aware of the unwanted intruder. His claws came to rest on top of a chair, that was nearby the table.
"I tell ya Gir, this should've sicken Zim! Sickend I tell ya!"
Though Gir obviously wasn't listening, as he was more focused on eating the sugary wrapped treats, Zim directed his conversation to the robot. As a mean to look more sane as he vented. Dib's curiousity was at its highest peak as to what the hell Zim was ranting on about. He moved a couple of inches closer.
"Not caused t-t-thiiiiisss..."
Zim's face went flush and he gripped tightly to the wooden seat until it began to splinter and break. His pants began to tighten and constrict yet again.
Holy. Mother. of. Irk.
He though he alleviated the problem by switching out into a fresh, clean uniform as to get rid of any lingering scent of his encounter with the earth stink.
"By the Tallest, why is this happening again?!"
Again? What does he mean?
That unique pheramone that belonged solely to Dib, attacking and invading Zim's senses, leaving an uncomfortable feeling in his spooch. If Zim didn't know any better, he would think that Dib was in the other room.
"Dawww, don't be sad mastah!"
Gir snapped him out of his fogged up senses by shoving a twizzler into his face repeatedly.
"Tha muffin man gave you gifts to make you feel all better."
"...muffin man?..."
Zim's antennae quirked slightly and that's when he felt the draft coming from the open window in the other room. Automatically putting two and two together, he stormed into the next room and swung his body in the direction of where Dib was situaited against the wall. There was no time for Dib to react as metallic spider limbs shot out of Zim's pak and pinned him harshly further against the wall. That stunt damaged Dib's cloaking device and he was revealed to the livid alien. It also caused Dib to let out a shout of surprised when Zim was on the offensive.
"I-I've come to put a stop to-"
Definately in the disadvantage, Dib tried to put on a calm facade and he was failing miserably. He was thrown off by the wild and fevered look in Zim's eyes and he couldn't put together a cohearant sentence.
Inside Zim, a war was raging. Normally he would be eager to beat the ever loving hell outta the spectacal teen, right now he was fighting from drawing near the boy. He could pick up the scent of fear from Dib and it sent an invisible shudder throughout his body. Zim had to muster everything to appear menacing and threating when he got up in Dib's face.
"If. You. Don't. Get. The. Fuck. Outta. My. House."
Each word held more bite then the last one. He then pulled back his pak legs, that were impaled in the plaster, and released Dib. The teen for teh most part went slack jaw and dumbly did what he was told. He slowly backed away from Zim, not wanting to even expose his back to the crazed irken for even a fraction of a second. Once he was safely outside the window, he found his voice again.
"Whatever it is your hiding Zim, I'll find out soon enough!"
Dib then ran away from Zim's base like a bat outta hell, his true goal was completely forgotten. Once he was out of sight, Zim closed the window in an aggressive manner and then locked it.
It happened yet again!
That sickening, disgusting, nausating, appalling, gag inducing, stink of that pig-weasal was something that Zim was completly intoxicated with. It brought with it an unwanted craving of tearing the boy's clothes off, when he had Dib pinned, then running his sensitive antennae over the sweat filled skin.
This wasn't the correct etiquette when dealing with a sworn enemy.
Heaving a deep sigh, Zim trudged back to the kitchen and into the elevator lift to go change into an another less 'Dib-smelled' uniform and while he was at it, cleanse his pak legs as well. One last thought wormed its way to front of his mind and it made his green skin bristle in disdain.
I wonder how you're going to deal with this problem when you go to skool tomorrow?
Author's Note: i tried to come up with something different for a zadr fic (it's building up to be one)...but i got the feeling i wasn't too orginal in my idea, so if i copied anyone out there please forgive me...also, when it comes to titles i suck so bad at those, usually music helps inspire in the creative writing process or certain song titles work for my fanfiction titles...i got the title idea from a song from Korn (called alone i break)...gotta give credit...but anywhom right now i am hard at work trying to write my second chapter....it bothers me that i work at snails pace...okay enough of that, thank for reading so far on this fic