First story (Or part of one really) I've written and published in a LONG time, so please let me know of any mistakes and such! I might've messed up a bit on certain character details or personalities and the like, so please let me know if so as well. And while Zim is more serious, certain habits such as his odd way of speech, and others he's formed over his years on Earth do still remain. Sorry the first chapter is so short! Anyway, hope you enjoy.

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A hiss of annoyance spilled forth from Irk's rather effective defect, Ruby colored eyes staring daggers from under a pair of Purple contacts. He was specifically looking upwards, head lowered enough to peek up from under the safety of the Skool's front. The dark cloudy sky above seemed to thunder harder at his gaze, distant flashes lighting up the sky and the sharp noise of lightning coming into his range of hearing about ten seconds later. "Curse this inferior planet's infuriating weather cycles!" He long ago found a method for dealing with the rain, a nice coating of paste would deal with the acidic droplets when they assaulted his superior form.

He, however, was out of said paste. The reason for such was rather simple and, though he'd never admit it, something he should've expected. Gir would never be allowed near the paste storage, the 'shower', or any other such equipment again.

"Hey Zim, catch!"

With but a meager second to react at the sudden voice, the ear grating tone a clear indication of what annoyance he'd be dealing with Zim turned. Speeding towards his face was a Pink water filled device, the spherical weapon having been hurled at him with all the might his nemesis could muster. With a snarl forming on his lips at the old trick Zim's hand shot up, gloved digits moving to curl around the airborne water balloon.

Pop…

Having gripped far too hard the balloon promptly burst in his hand, a fair amount of water still managing to go with the momentum and sprinkle over his face. The smell of burning skin and the faint sizzling noise that followed let Dib know he hit his mark, more or less, a victorious, "Another score for Earth!" sent the enraged Irken's way.

Wasting no time in opening up his umbrella, Dib quickly stepped down the stairs down onto the soaked sidewalk, almost tripping in his haste. A middle finger was sent in further mockery towards the alien as the rivals stared each other down, one snarling and one with a face splitting grin.

"You will regret that, Dib-filth!" Zim yelled back, a gloved hand idly wiping off the acidic liquid from his features after tossing what remained of the balloon off his hand. His other hand was balled up in a fist, nails threatening to dig through the material of his glove and into his palm, but he made no other acknowledgement to the pain. He wouldn't give the disgusting human such satisfaction.

Watching the constant bane of his conquest run off to revel in his 'mighty win', the vexed and still trapped Irken just let out another long sigh. He was going to be here a long, long time, if he had to guess.

At the faint sound of another late leaving student's feet behind him Zim craned his neck around, glaring lens covered eyes meeting a head of Purple hair staring down at a Game Slave Four. Or maybe it was five now, he couldn't remember. Looking the youngest of the Membrane household over he took note of the primitive shielding device tucked into the crook of her arm, an umbrella as they preferred to call it.

Seeming to sense someone staring holes into the top of her head, Gazlene Membrane dared to pause her game and look up. An equally annoyed gaze met Earth's only current Irken, a silent battle of wills ensuing as false eyes met Hazel.

"Dib-Sister."

Her eyes narrowed just a hint at that.

"It's Gaz, shorty."

That certainly earned her a reaction, the barely taller Invader stalking up to her and staring her down. She, as expected, met his anger filled stare with her own.

"Silly little Earth worm, the amazing Zim is clearly a full two inches above your puny form." He remarked tauntingly, a coy smirk on his lips that faintly showed off his zipper like teeth.

"All those inches," She started off, voice just dripping with sarcasm, " And all you can invade without failing spectacularly is my personal bubble after four years since I don't have time to doom you." Having deemed she wasted enough time conversing for one year, her head snapped back down to her Game Slave. Scooting herself past the seething alien she went about preparing her umbrella, storing her game in her backpack for once due to the potential water hazard.

One foot was raised up as she prepared to step out into the pouring rain, the faint sound of a zipper being tugged and the feeling of a hand rifling through her own backpack however stopped her dead in her tracks. Swiveling on her feet, umbrella closed and being held more like a bat than anything she sent a stare promising eternal torment at whoever trifled with her.

Being the only person, alien, with the Squeedlyspooch to even dare begin acknowledging her doom bringing existence it was no surprise at what she saw. In Zim's three fingered hand he held her Game Slave, an arrogant smirk plastered on his face. In under a second she was stepping up to cave his head in, only for a metallic limb to dart out of his PAK and swiftly store her treasured gaming device.

"Zim, if you value your miserable life you will-"

A gloved hand dared to plant itself over her mouth, her eyes momentarily widening at the action before she began to shake in a barely repressed rage. At the brief tease of her Game Slave sliding out from behind the faintly taller Irken's form from his PAK she pulled on all her willpower to hold her punches, for now.

"Silence, Gaz-Beast, you shall be returned your… 'Gamesave', after you have escorted Zim through your horrid Earth weather. If you refuse? Well, your precious recreational device will be destroyed from within my PAK. Understand?" The same damnable smirk rested on his lips, the 'inferior Earthling' now wrapped around his finger so to speak.

With a growl emitting from deep within her throat Gaz gave a slow, tense nod to his demand. If the way her hands were actually bending her damn umbrella just a hint from her rage was any indication, Zim would be dying by the end of the day if she had any say about it.

"Good." A hand was removed from a pair of soft Pink lips, a grimace crossing the Irken Invader's face as he could feel the faint moisture from her 'noise hole' like it was on his bare skin through his glove. Wiping the offending substance against the wall just beside him he gave an expecting stare down at Gaz, the umbrella shortly being opened up as she all but started dragging him from Skool.

With a triumphant smile on his lips Zim walked beside the seething female, a constant venom filled glare stared up at the Invader's skull in return.

A good two minutes of silent travel in the pouring rain later saw the two taking a shortcut through a nearby park, Gaz still furious and Zim still gloating. Every now and then they'd glance at the other, one set of eyes reflecting nothing but rage and the other just taunting, daring them to do something.

"I hope you know, Zim, the moment I get my game back I'm going to-" At that, an annoyed look in his lens covered gaze, Zim planted his hand over her lips mid-step once more. This time, however, instead of just taking the absolutely humiliating action Gaz responded as many might expect her to.

Before he could even open his mouth to say something Zim felt a stinging pain in his palm, a growl emitting from him as a pair of human teeth bit down hard into his gloved flesh. "Let- Go!" He vehemently demanded, other free hand planting itself on her forehead and trying to push and pry her off and away as she seemed intent on ripping a chunk of his skin out.

Eventually, the stronger Irken won despite the bone breaking grip Gaz's hands had on his forearm to keep him there in his moment of suffering. Stuttering back a step or two, the shorter of the pair held a very satisfied grin upon her lips at the alien's hiss of pain from how hard she bit into him. "You insufferable Earthling…" Was the most he grumbled, just now looking up to notice why he wasn't burning alive.

Luckily enough for him it seemed they had their little spat just as they went under an awning along the pathway through the park, two white painted Birch wood benches on either side of the walkway for people to rest themselves on and a single outdoor water fountain as well.

"Like I said, paste-guzzler, it's Gaz. And if you do that one more time, Game Slave or not, I will break every bone and weird alien organ in your body so much that Dib won't even be able to dissect you. Got it?" She seethed out, stepping right back up into the Irken's personal space, a hand darting up to grab a fistful of his uniforms collar and drag him down to her eye level.

In response, one of Zim's hands found themselves wrapping around her own collar and tugging her harshly in return- Which, only managed to slam their bodies closer together, foreheads colliding as they stared daggers into each other.

"You don't scare Zim, Little-Gaz. The service drones on Foodcourtia could do more than you." He hissed right back, a faint hint of his sharp teeth peeking out from his snarl.

At the sight, Gaz's eyes curiously flickered down to his lips and more important to her in the moment- His teeth. She had never cared enough to noticed the rather carnivorous set on him before, not that it did anything to deter her wrath from manifesting. Snapping her Hazel orbs right back at Zim's hidden Ruby ones she just kept glaring.

"Then how about this, Zim…" Said alien's antenna twitched under his wig, the Goth girl's breathing a tad too close for his liking.

"I'll leave you stranded here until the rain stops- Which, by the way, this thunderstorm is going to go on all day and night. It's suppose to rain every day until Friday, actually, so that's three days you might be stuck here if it even lets up. As for my 'recretional device'… I'll just use my old one until I can buy a replacement." She warned, bluffing about having her old GS, not that he'd know.

Slowly, Zim's grip on her collar loosened, as did Gaz's on his. Despite this, they were still staring each other down like dogs about to fight to the death, another battle of their wills being fought.

"Very well, Dib-sister. Begone, Zim can easily wait out your acid water." With a crossing of his arms he stepped back, sitting down on one of the benches closer to his side of the walkway.

"...You… Fucker." Was the venom filled response, Gazlene sitting herself down on the other bench in the same manner as the alien ahead of her. She couldn't leave without her game, that was unacceptable

And so, for the time being the two were at an impasse. Clearly, neither of them were willing to give up at the moment being as stubborn as they were.

They were going to be here for a while...