Oh! For the love of Zim
Chapter 1: She will be mine
Zim's POV
They dare to mock me? They dare to send me here just to die? They dare to make a fool out of ZIM! Well…they will pay.
It had been five years since I begged for a chance for redemption that sent me to Earth. All I wanted was one chance to redeem myself so I can go home to Irk. But on my fifth year on this pitiful planet that my so-called Tallests sent me to, they finally told me the truth. That I was sent here to die and that they had no intention of coming with the Armada to conquer Earth. They never even knew Earth existed before I arrived. It was then and there that I was no longer a member of the empire, said I was insane. Then, the transmission was cut.
For hours, I was stunned at what my…I mean, Red and Purple had said, oblivious to whatever nonsense that Gir, my S.I.R unit, was doing. Slowly, my stunness turned into sadness, then despair, transforming into rage, anger, and hatred. Hatred not only of the Tallests, but of all the Irken Empire, and myself. Despite having grown to be an inch shorter that the Tallests, how could I have let my vanity over my newfound height be treated like a ticket home?
I spent days thinking about on what to do now. Activities involving Gir and my nemesis/classmate Dib usually broke me out of my trance before going back into it afterwards.
A month later, I had an idea.
Over the remaining year, I took great care into the development of my plan: to make my own empire.An empire so great that I can lead it to fight the Irken Empire and claim the universe as my own. And the first step was to finish what I had started years ago: to study Earth's weaknesses and use them to my advantage.
I had planned to begin my personal conquest after my final year at skool…until she came into the picture.
The day started out normally: giving orders to Gir and the computer to guard the house until my return, the wake to Hi Skool, and the encounters with Dib. Basically, the same thing that happens every day. I was greeted by my fellow classmates as I made my way to my seat. Once I sat down, I checked my disguise.
My wig was the usual black color; the only difference was that it was longer in an Emo-ish style. I still had my contacts lenses, which was one of the things that didn't change. I wore a red t-shirt with a black vest with multiple pockets, with black pants and boots complimenting my look. I still wore my PAK; it was my life-support after all.
Dib and I both sat at the front of the class like we did in Miss Bitters' class, except that one seat kept us apart, still trying to get closer to expose me. As the whole class sat down, our teacher, Madame Venom, who was Miss Bitters' sister, slithered in.
"Classss, we have a new ssstudent today. Ssso ssshut your pie-holessss and welcome her." She spoke with the same venom that was implied in her name.
It was then when I looked up from my desk that I saw her for the first time
Entering the classroom was a girl, or a woman depending on how these humans should call her gender. She had fiery red hair that reminded me of molten rivers of lava with blue-green eyes that represented water and nature. Her snow-white skin hugged her slim figure. She wore a violet shirt with black cargo pants and black and white tennis shoes.
As I looked at her, I began to feel strange. My squiddely-spooch was metaphorically dancing. If I had a human heart within me, I would surly hear it beat faster. And the scent, her scent, was intoxicating. The sweet, succulent mixture of strawberries and cream with a hint of rose petals and lavender. A thought entered my mind as I continued to stare at the slightly shy figure.
Gorgeous.
Madame Venom then spoke again. "Introduce yourssself ssso that we may get on with our doomed and condemned livessss."
The girl/woman just said one sentence. "My name is Samantha."
After that, she sat down in the seat between Dib and myself, leaving me in a trance. Samantha...perfect for her…and Zim.
My trance was broken when I noticed that Dib and the other male students stared at her with the same look I had secretly given through my black bangs.
It was then that I felt a hint of jealousy as I viciously thought. If those stink-beast males so much as touch her, I'll tear them apart and feed them their own organs.
It was then that I notice the strange feelings I was feeling to this one human female. If I was still a part of the Irken Empire, I would have been disgusted with the idea. But now, without the restrictions of the Tallests, I was interested. I then decided to pursue her, not knowing why.
At lunch, I spotted Samantha sitting already by a window side table, having the food she had brought from her own home. Smart move, considering that the skool served what could be ammunition for the Armada.
As I walked up to her, a voice spoke along with mine. "May I sit with you?"
I looked to my right and was irritated to find that the owner of the second voice was none other than Dib. He sneered back, but before we could even argue, a heavenly voice said "Sure.", preventing our possible fight.
I sat down on her left, while Dib sat to her right. As we "ate," Dib managed to speak to her. To myfemale. My snarl faded as Dib began to speak interesting questions.
"Where did you live before coming here?" he asked first.
"Wisconsin." She merely replied as she began to eat a sandwich.
"What brought you here?"
She was silent for a while, but answered the question. "I came because I heard of a music school around here. I plan to go once I graduate."
Ah ha! A musician! I thought.
But then Dib asked, "What about your parents?"
She was hesitant, but replied. "We had a bit of a…falling out. I live in trailer I 'rescued' from a junkyard."
In other words, Samantha was either thrown out, or she had moved out.
I noticed that it was a poor subject to talk about, so I changed the subject. "So…how's living here been?"
I gave a victorious grin as Dib glared at me at the fact that I attracted her attention now. She looked at me with those emerald-sapphire eyes before answering.
"It's been ok. The hard part was finding a job that can provide me with food and tuition."
This impressed me. From the studies I had done over the years, humans this age would still be under the care of their parents. Yet, she was able to live on her own as any human adult. Truly, this would benefit me when I go to claim her.
Wait. What was I thinking? Claim her? Claim her as what? What in the universe was wrong with me?
My internal questions were interrupted when Samantha spoke again. "You know? None of us ever introduced ourselves."
She then shook my hand, her touch sent shivers down my spine.
Then, she shook Dib-stinks. "I'm Samantha."
"I'm Dib Membrane, nice to meet you, Samantha."
I hid my disgust at Dib with a pleasant smile toward Samantha. "And I am Zim."
The rest of the lunch period continued with the devouring of food, and then the three of us separated for our classes. During my calculus class, my instructor realized that he "forgot" to make copies of a worksheet that we needed to do. More like too lazy to get off his ass and do it beforehand. Since I was far ahead in my studies, I was given permission to make the copies.
After I made the copies, I was making my way back to my class when a sound stopped me. Piano music, no doubt from the music room one floor above. I recognized the song from one of the human student's iPod: Victor's Piano Solo from Tim Burton's Corpse Bride. Though I did not care much for human culture and romance, I enjoyed listening to classical-based music.
I followed the music to the music room upstairs, attracted like a fly to honey. Once I reached the double doors that lead to the room, I opened one of the doors quietly, using my incredible stealth abilities to peek inside. Inside, I found Samantha playing the song on the piano, with no music sheets, playing purely by memory.
Slowly and quietly, I entered the room, enchanted and enticed by the song and the pianist that was playing it. On Irk, the most skillful musicians were given the honor of playing strictly for the Tallests. To even hear anyone play like her was truly a gift.
In my mind, a tiny version of my voice spoke. Now I must truly make her mine!
The hypnotic scene soon ended when Samantha turned to look at the clock, but saw me instead, startling the two of us. Holding one hand to her heart, she breathed a relieved sigh.
"Oh, Zim, you scared me." I shook my head out of my trance and spoke to her.
"No, that's…Ok? It was…very nice." Damn it! Why did it have to be so hard to say that she played like a damn goddess!
To my surprise, she smiled at me and said, "Thanks, Zim."
Samantha then played the song over again, continuing the conversation. "This is one of my favorite pieces. Not much music that has a soft, beautiful tone."
I rubbed the back of my head. "Yeah, mine too."
It was then that I remembered the copies I had to deliver. "Look, I got to get back to class. Can we talk after skool?"
Again, not sure why I said that. She continued to play, nodding at my request. "Sounds good, Zim."
Oh Irk, why did she have to be so…understanding and alluring? I bid a final farewell before I left the room and went back to class.
After skool, I met up with Samantha and, to my disgust, Dib joined up. No doubt thinking that I was up to no good. Dib tried to talk her into believing at what I really am, but logic was on her side. She stated off some diseases that can turn a human blue for my skin tone. The lack of nose and ears, she stated that there was a logical explanation. In truth, I was enjoying at her logic against Dib's paranoia. Once we reached her trailer, which was in a low grade trailer park, Dib and I left after saying farewell to Samantha.
It was then the Dib-stink began to glare at me again. Though it seemed he had limited himself today. Was it because he was after my female?
I shook my head mentally. For the love of Irk, what's wrong with you today?
"Listen, Zim. I don't know what your plan is yet, but I can assure you, if you so much as touch her…" I ignored the human's rants as I returned to my base.
Removing my wig and lenses, I went over what had happened that day. All seemed normal until Samantha came into the picture. It almost seemed like I, along with the rest of my male classmates, seemed to find her alluring, the hypnotic kind.
However, my thoughst soon trailed to Samantha. Her snow-white skin, her music-based ability, her hair and eyes. Then, there was her scent. How can one human out of six billion stink-monkeys smell so…good? Eventually, the memory of her scent soon turned into daydreams. Of what her body was like unclothed. Of how smooth her skin was. Of the look on her face as I began to…pleasure her.
That particular thought gave me a very startling discovery, as I felt my…length rise and began to pulsate; wanting to be inside the very creature I was seeing in my daydream. I took to the alert and got out my irken laptop, unable to find one trace of my symptoms.
Unless, there's something in the Tallests' archives.
The archives of the Tallests were pretty private stuff. If an irken was caught even peeking into the archives, it meant death. But since I was not of the empire anymore, I decided to go to the archives.
I used my advanced computer skills to use a hacking program I was saving for the humans later. It took me two hours of squiddely-spooch flipping hacking until I retrieved copies of all the files in the archives, figuring I could use the others to my advantage.
I looked through the files until I found one that said In case of a Carzis Couple.
"Carzis?" I questioned. I opened the file and what I found gave me the answer.
A Carzis is the union between an irken and a member of a foreign race of the opposite sex. Though rare, the creation of a Carzis couple is caused when an irken spends a certain amount of time on a foreign planet and far less on Irk. When "nature" decides that the irken in question needs a mate, primal instincts cause the irken to smell out and find its foreign match. All scents are unique to the I-i-Q so it could distinguish its potential lifemate from the others.
Upon finding said lifemate-to-be, the I-i-Q experiences the following symptoms: jealousy toward others of the same gender as the irken; attraction to the L-t-b scent; and finally, the 'physical expression' of the desire to mate. The I-i-Q then constructs a nest, resembling a home designed for that planet. This is followed by the acquisition of the mate in question, whether by charms or force. Then the two, you know, symbolizing the irken's claim of its mate.
If such an event occurs, eliminate both sides of the Carzis couple and leave no trace of that union behind for others to find.
That explained everything. The symptoms, the sudden attraction to a member of the very race I intended to conquer; the…urge. All of this meant that I have found my lifemate in Samantha. No other human could cause me to act in such a manner.
Though I should be horrified, I found myself in taking delight at the discovery. And what was better was that it defied all Irken laws.
Ultimately, I found myself putting my conquest of Earth to a halt, and decided to begin my conquest for my lifemate. I wanted her…insanely. The daydream of having her underneath me came back and with Gir occupied with computer, I allowed myself to indulge on what the humans called "an erection."
Now knowing on what to do next, I took out my sketch book that I use for art class and began on the design of my…nest, grinning like mad. Soon, very soon. She will be mine!
My very first Zim fic and my first M-rated fic. No flames please.
When I made this story, I had DarkHunterWolf's Invader Zim in mind. THeir deviantart account closed, but i saw their drawinings on Youtube. The Video is Invader Zim Tourniquet 001
ALL HAIL THE ALMIGHTY DONUT! :):) LOLOLOL
I do not own Invader Zim, just Samantha