Rain-Soaked Slave
C1: Innocently Clutch
[Disclaimer: "Invader Zim" belongs to Jhonen V. I own whatever I write/create. Don't steal and don't sue. And don't send a wall-monster to eat me. Please.]
Zim awoke one morning to the sound of pouring rain. He cursed under his breath as he prepared for school. He didn't want to have to cover himself in paste, but it was the only option. Of course, he could always just stay home and devise plots to beat Dib and take over the world, but that never occurred to the invader.
"Bye master!" GIR squealed as Zim marched out the front door. Once the door closed, he started to roll about on the floor, screaming in glee.
Zim was muttering curses angrily as he walked. The bus had not gone by when it was supposed to, so he was forced to walk to school. Oh, how he hated the human-stink-bags.
"Where are you going?" The invader jumped to his left instinctively on hearing the voice. Dib stood at a mailbox, umbrella opened over his head.
"To school, worthless human." Zim replied simply. He turned on heel and began to walk again.
"It's Saturday." Dib remarked to himself. After a moment of thought, he gasped. "Zim must be plotting some evil scheme that involves the school! I have to stop him!" He ran back inside to grab his camera and a few essential items and then was off.
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For her part, Gaz was waiting patiently. Certainly, the occasional snarl or vein on her forehead showed that her little patience was being tried, but she wasn't punching Dib yet.
Her eye opened when she heard the door open. She had sent Dib to retrieve the mail only a minute ago, and now he was rushing back with the goods. She had mailed away for a sequel to "Vampire Piggy Hunter" two weeks ago, and it was due today.
Instead of setting the mail on coffee table before her, Dib dropped the still-open umbrella and ran to his room. He returned a few minutes later carrying his Zim-hunting equipment. He made no remark as he ran out the front door again.
"I'm going to hurt him so badly when he gets back." Gaz growled as she stood from the couch. She picked up the umbrella and exited the house, going to get the mail herself.
When Gaz walked up the drive, she spotted someone standing out in the middle of the deluge of water by her mailbox. However, being Gaz, she wasn't worried in the slightest. She just walked to the mailbox and opened it.
"Looking for something?" the person said. Gaz snarled. Whoever the person was, they had taken her mail and her game. They would pay.
"Just give me my game, and I won't hurt you." she turned about to face the offender. Whoever it was, they seemed to have a fondness for the color black. The only thing that wasn't black was their skin, which was pale. Their hair and eyes were black, and all their clothes were black.
"Here you are." the person replied. They handed Gaz the unharmed game. From the tone of voice and shape of hand, Gaz surmised this person was a woman.
"What are you doing out here anyway?" Gaz pocketed her precious game, "It's pouring rain."
"I know." the woman smiled, "I like the rain."
"Huh." Gaz snorted, "For once, someone who doesn't scream madly when they talk."
"Oh?" the woman's smile grew larger, "And who might you be talking about?" Gaz turned and started walking back to her house, the woman following closely.
"My brother Dib, and his stupid 'alien,' Zim." Gaz snarled as she said the accursed names, "I hate them both so much."
"Alien." the woman chuckled, "It's been a while since I've heard that word."
"Then you must not watch a lot of TV." Gaz shut the door once the woman was inside.
"I don't enjoy trivialities." the woman said, "I much rather enjoy things with a purpose."
"I know." Gaz smirked, "I mean, ghost and alien hunting? Sheesh. Dib is wasting his life."
"And what do you consider to have purpose?" the woman asked.
"Getting rid of anything that gets in my way." Gaz replied simply, "Hey, what's your name?"
"Me?" the woman chuckled, "I'm Ian. And you?"
"Gaz. Nice to meet you."
"Likewise."
—to be continued—