Chapter I: Prologue
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INVADER ZIM OR IT'S CHARACTERS. I OWN MY OC's, MY STORY IDEAS, AND ANYTHING I CREATE.
The sound of rubber screeching across asphalt could be heard as two cars flew into the semi-spacious parking lot that spanned the fore of Membrane City's legendary Hi Skool. The two cars in question—a pure white 1970's mustang and a black and green Trans Am—came to a sudden gravity defying halt as they parked side by side in two identical looking outlines of white chalk on the parking lot's surface.
With a near silent hiss, the two doors to the mustang slid up-not out like the traditional car, but up-and Dib Membrane and Tak Miyuki exited the mustang. Dib was clad in his normal attire, which consisted of a white lab coat over black slacks; Tak wore ripped purple skinny jeans and a torn hoodie.
Beside them, the doors to Zim's battered Trans Am opened in the more traditional way and Zimmerman Tajiki, and Gazlene Membrane joined their "friends" as they headed towards the dreaded doors of Hi Skool. Zim was clad in plain blue skinny jeans and a torn red hoodie while Gaz was wearing a pair of black jeans and a black jacket.
Zim, formerly known to most of Earth's population, had decided, after being heckled by his companions throughout the summer, to change his fake name, Sohzu, back to Zim. That had resulted in quite an interesting trip to the city hall; Zim still had nightmares.
It had been one year and two days since Zim had, literally, crashed into Gaz back in Membrane Park. After the hectic events that had followed—among which was the downfall of the Irken Empire and the death of Tallest Red—Zim had become Gaz's boyfriend and Tak-originally sent to kill Zim-became Dib's girlfriend.
Obviously this led to a few "minor" inconveniences between the foursome, however they had resolved most of the issues—mostly through violent fistfights between Dib, Zim, and Tak—and were now continuing on with their lives.
Dib and Tak, the former being seventeen, and the latter being, according to her "Earthling documents," almost seventeen, were enrolled as seniors. Zim, though he could enroll at the same level as Tak, and Dib, chose to enroll as a Junior with Gaz, who had skipped several grades already due to her abnormally high intelligence.
"Holy cow!" Someone gasped as Zim and Gaz joined Dib and Tak on their way up the stairs that led into Hi Skool. As they drew closer to the doors, the whispers from the assembled student body stumbling around outside increased.
"Did you see their hands?"
"Are they-"
"Who'd have thought,"
Zim smirked slightly as he held one of the double doors open for Gaz while Dib held one open for Tak. The two females—who really got along decently well—strode past their lovers and entered the facility that habitually, and casually, used the words torture and learning interchangeably. They made it less than two feet before an "incident" occurred.
Over the summer, Zim and Dib became painfully aware that their respective girlfriends were extremely pleasing to the eyes. Gaz and Tak were both young, fit, and beautiful, thus boys of all ages sought their attention. The only problem that they had with this was that they did not, under any circumstance, like to share.
"Incidents" occurred regularly and generally ended with more than a few muscular, good looking males ending up somewhere far away, wondering how they got there and why their brain hurt so much. This time however, Zim couldn't really mind wipe anyone they beat up while on Skool grounds.
"Sup Tak?" Brent asked as he stopped in the middle of the hallway, his bulky frame effectively blocking her route forward while the crowd of students entering school blocked her retreat. "You got any plans tonight?" He asked casually while winking and flexing.
Males, Tak thought with a mental groan before she shook her head. "I don't want to go out with you," She said simply and tried to walk around the star quarterback. Said star quarterback seemed to have the typical case of bad hearing that generally befell men when they were told no by the more feminine gender.
"Excuse me?" Brent asked, incredulous. He was Brent Tyle, star of the school football team and president of the "stud club", how could any female say no to him? Just LOOK at his face? Look!
"She said no," Dib said, his tone terse and his eyes cold as he walked up to stand beside his girlfriend. The blue haired Irken female glared at Dib, though it was more of a "I can handle this" glare than a "I hate your guts" glare.
"Watch it shrimpy," Brent growled as he stared, ironically, up at Dib. The mega genius had grown over the summer and was surprisingly tall.
"Or what?" Dib said, his eyes narrowing. The first thing Tak had done once they had officially started dating was get him in shape. And she had used the most interesting of methods to motivate him too. The end result of all of the work outs, death runs, and sparring was that Dib was no longer the weak little geek most people remembered him as. In fact, with the additional Irken hand-to-hand she had taught him, Dib could probably take anyone on campus in a fight with the exception of Zim, Tak, and of course Gaz.
"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this!" Brent said furiously as he cocked his fist back and-in a rather stereotypical display of brute strength-tried to punch Dib square in the mouth. Dib smoothly ducked and easily brought one of his expensive black oxford dress shoes squarely into the center of Brent's stomach. The jock's eyes bulged and he heaved forward. Dib then delivered a simply punch to Brent's face and watched as the superstar fell backwards onto his back, out cold.
"He was mine!" Tak roared and started swatting at Dib in anger and frustration. While the rest of the student body hastily backed off of the couple, even more so then they had originally, Zim and Gaz watched in amusement.
"What's going on here!?" A teacher demanded as he walked down the hall and found two students fighting and a third laying on the floor. "Get off the floor! You'll ruin the waxing!" He complained and kicked Brent with his pointed shoe.
"Oh dear..." the teacher complained as he called for a pair of hall monitors to help him drag the stocky football player out of the hallway. Had to protect the newly waxed floors and all.
"You understand what just happened?" Zim asked as he turned his attention back to Dib and Tak, who predictably were just whispering to each other now instead of arguing.
"Nope," Gaz said and took Zim's hand for the second time that day and led him towards their home room. The whispers went from whispers to whisper-shouts before they had even gotten out of sight.
"And that class," Mr. Stevens said as he lectured his barely conscious class, "is how you take the 'x' and set it equal to pie over 'y' to the ninety seventh power." Groans sounded from the class as the students, all of them at various stages of mental death due to the hours and hours of learning they had crammed into their brains; most of which were still set in "summer" mode.
All except one of course, "learning-unit?" Zim asked as he glanced up from the nest of white paper that was painted heavily in lead and splattered with a heavy dousing of inky calculations. "Wouldn't the decimal carry over four places instead of three?" Zim asked as Mr. Steven's friendly, if slightly forced, expression dropped immediately. "And wouldn't it be 'y' over pie to the ninety eighth power?"
"As I was saying cla-" Mr. Stevens started to say, only to be interrupted yet again.
"Teacher?" Zim asked again. "Would it not be-"
"AS I WAS SAYING CLASS," Mr. Stevens continued, his volume and his tone indicating he did not wish to be interrupted. He coughed once before resuming his lecture. "If you carry-"
"Sir?" A young boy, most likely a freshman, asked as he poked his head into the classroom.
"WHAT!?"
"I-I...Mrs. Bitters needs you sir..." The boy said, startled, as he slowly edged out of the room while dark, dreadful music began to play out of seemingly nowhere. Mr. Steven's eyes' widened in horror as he turned to his class, his expression one of extreme shock.
"Students, if I don't return, I just want you all to know that if you carry the-" Mr. Stevens began to say, his voice frantic as the music grew louder, only for Zim to raise his hand mid-lecture yet again.
"Wou-"
"NOT NOW SOH...er, ZIM!" Mr. Stevens barked, only for the music to suddenly stop and the doorknob to rattle demonically. "Oh no," He muttered as the door flew open, revealing a dark, mysterious figure within a thick fog on the other side of the doorway. "NO!" Mr. Stevens shouted in terror and ran towards the window, fully intent on busting out of the second story classroom that was bordered below by sharp, thorny rose bushes.
As he jumped, shadowy tendrils shout of from the thick fog and wrapped themselves around the mathematics teacher a mere inch before he hit the glass. "NOOO!" Mr. Steven's howled as he was dragged against his will out into the hall as the door slammed-literally slammed-shut.
"Why is the first day of school always the weirdest?" Gaz muttered as she tried to beat level 209 on her Game Slave IV, which Zim had given to her as a present. The act of giving her a Game Slave alone would have indebted Gaz to Zim for all eternity, giving it to her several weeks before it was released to the public would have left her in debt to him for eternity and then some.
But Gaz was above things like life debts. At least, she was when she owed them to someone, it was an entirely different story when someone else owed her a life debt.
Zim eyed the white car in the driveway with a calculating expression as he parked behind it. "They must have skipped, there is no way they could have gotten here so quick," He commented as the car turned off and he and Gaz exited the Trans Am. The idea of walking in on Tak and Dib while they were exploring was not high on Zim's list of things to do that day. Irk, he hoped they were decent when they opened the front door.
"Leave it to Tak to convince Dib to skip class," Gaz said, smirking slightly at the thought of her flawlessly straight A brother—who absolutely hated missing a minute of school—ditching class to be with his alien girlfriend. Zim merely grunted an agreement as they ascended the steps to Tak's mansion.
The massive white building set almost perfectly in the center of a massive square of perfectly cut grass. A large pool and a large helicopter pad were the only significant landmarks decorating the field around the mansion. Bordering the Miyuki estate was a large—and privately owned—forest that spread out in all directions before it stopped abruptly at a sleek, electrified metal fence that surrounded said forest.
"Tak?" Zim called out as he opened the giant mahogany door that led into the Miyuki residence. "Dib?" He called as Gaz walked past him. The wooden pegs neatly arranged along the foyer's left wall were adorned with Dib's coat and Tak's hoodie. "Great..." Zim complained quietly as he stared down the hallway before him and the countless doors that led to a nearly endless selection of rooms—many of which were bedrooms.
"They'll pop up later," Gaz said with a roll of her brown eyes as she turned to the left and entered the massive kitchen that Tak owned. The shelves went up at least twenty feet and the appliances were all state of the art; there was even an automated machine that would gather items off the higher shelves on a simple voice command.
"Hopefully they'll be modest," Zim muttered as Gaz made a beeline towards the Bloaties Maker. The only reason, as far as Zim could tell, that Gaz ever came to Tak's house was because it's kitchen came with a Bloaties Maker. The machine possessed over a hundred pizza combinations, the option of placing liquid cheese inside the crust, and the ability to make Super Bloaties, which were massive pizzas compared to the smaller ones that were were normally served at the Bloaties restaurant.
Gaz casually turned the machine on and set the pizza dial to Super Cheesy Death. The machine shook, then rumbled, and finally boomed as a giant cheesy pizza slid out of it's interior. Gaz quickly yanked it towards her mouth and began to devour the deadly concoction of cheese, wheat, and tomato sauce. Zim, himself hungry due to his inability to eat the school's health food, headed over to the machine to make one for himself.
The male Earthling and Irken female were buried deep in the large white building. They were down in the library, however that was as much as the observer could tell—the identificater wasn't that advanced. The female Earthling and male Irken were closer to the fore of the house and were eating what appeared to be large, round, oiled up disks of wheat covered in some odd substance. And they were eating a surprisingly large number of the disks too.
"She's maintained her position on this continent," someone said softly. "The fool, doesn't she understand the basic rules of ¥ƦƧŵ's Evasive Tactics?"
"She doesn't realize she's being watched," another figure explained calmly. "And you should be happy that she doesn't," the figure added sharply. "If she did, we'd have been searching the galaxy for ages."
"Let's just take 'em now!" A third figure said arrogantly. "Wouldn't be that hard."
"She said not to harm the girl," the second figure said firmly. "Do you want to be Quisaded?" It challenged.
The third figure slumped noticeably and shook it's head. "No..."
"Good," The second form said, content that everyone understood one another. "Contact her," it commanded the first figure. Said figure was noticeably shocked, however, it nodded and hit a button on it's wrist plate. Immediately, a hologram appeared and the three figures bowed very, very low.
"You highness," the second figure said in a soft, but extremely respective—perhaps even awed—tone. "We have found her for sure this time."
"You'd have better," a soft, silky tone said dangerously. "No more mix ups, confusions, or mistakes. I want her here safe and unharmed," the voice commanded, it's tone undefiable, it's order unquestionable. "If anything happens to her, I will have all of you Quisaded."
"We will be most careful, your majesty," the second figure said confidently. Without a word of acknowledgment or encouragement, the voice's owner and it's image disappeared as the hologram turn off; the connection had been cut.
"Well, what are you staring at?! Get to work!" the second figure barked and the other two figures quickly began to pack up their equipment. They had plans to make...
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