I've decided to try a little Zimmery... IZ, in my opinion, is one of the best shows out there.. ^_^ it is sooo funny... anyway, along with this being my first attempt at an Invader Zim fic, it is also my first try at yaoi, or guy-guy relationships. Yup, you guessed it, i'm a Dib/Zim supporter! ^_^ they make such a cuute couple... teehee... but it also ONLY works for them, out of the massive stockpile of other yaoi relationships i'm currently aware of... except Red/Purple and maybe Ash/Gary, but I never really was concerned about it... D/Z is much much cuter... ^_^ anyway, enough with the mindless chatter and on with the fic!
(quick A/N: it's set a few years in the future, Dib is now 16 and Zim... well, he looks like he's sixteen, regardless of age. He's gotten taller, to his gratification, though not as tall as the Tallests. He's on a slightly short side of average, one could say. They are currently sophomores in Hi Skool. Gir is also a bit bigger, due to a nice upgrade. They also look a bit different... oo; i'll just shut up and draw a picture later...)
Oh yeah, all that legal shmuff... I don't own IZ, I don't own Gir, or Zim, or Dib, or Gaz, or Prof. Membrane, or... you get the idea... I don't own ANYTHING OKAY! *snif* i wiish... so leave me alone you meaniefoo lawyers! HEY! Get away from my pennies! Those're MY two cents! *runs off to take pennies back*
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"I'M LATE FOR SKOOL! GIR! WHY DIDN'T YOU WARN ME!" Zim hollered, running out the door.
"I have chocolate bubble gum!" the brainless little robot chirped, sucking at a thick gooey slushie. Zim ran as fast as he could, and managed to slide into his seat before the bell rang.
"What's the matter Zim? Get lost on the way to Skool?" Dib asked, smirking at him from across the room. Zim decided to ignore him. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Or do they even HAVE cats on your planet?" he continued. Ms. Bitters swooshed up, glaring over Dib. She had, it seemed, followed them from Elmentry Skool through Midel Skool, and was still their teacher in Hi Skool. Dib gulped, and shut up.
"Now, today we'll discuss how we're all doomed to die in a firey explosion when the sun goes out," Ms. Bitters said, slithering back to her desk. "We're all doomed, doomed, doomed, doomed..."
Zim sat there for what felt like forever, waiting for Ms. Bitters to just shut up about the doom. His head started nodding, and he slumped across his desk, propping his head up with his arm and waiting for the class period to be over. Dib, on the other side of the room, was not having much better luck. His head started tilting dangerously forward, and finally he succumbed to the horrible boringness of it all and fell asleep, his arm acting as pillow. Zim jerked out of his stupor just before he too nodded off, and looked around in hopes of finding something interesting amongst the classroom. Some of the kids were sitting in a mindless trance, others were staring blankly out the window, searching for amusement there. Some were already asleep, and then Zim's eyes lit upon Dib. His gaze softened slightly, and he smiled. Dib was an annoying human stink-monkey pest most of the time, but when he was asleep he looked almost.. well... cute...? Zim shook his head to dispel such thoughts, a few of the kids coming out of their stupor to see what was up and upon finding nothing of interest, drifted off again. Zim scoffed at the notion. Dib was a stupid human-worm, and even so, they were both males. Males did not mate with males on this planet. Well, sometimes if the male in question was what the humans called gay, Zim amended, but they were at least the same species on Irk... Wait a minute, they? Was he identifying himself as one of the humans? That idea was quickly destroyed; Zim almost laughed out loud. He was far, far better than these stupid spooty-head stink beasts! Most of them, anyway, he added, his gaze shifting back to Dib. Zim held his head in his hands, staring at the desk instead. He had such confused feelings, he didn't know what to think anymore.
Finally the bell rang to signal the start of lunch. The kids all jerked as they came out of their trances or woke up, and stampeded out the door. Zim started heading off, but noticed Dib hadn't woken up yet. He went over and poked him in the shoulder. "Wake up, the bell rang," he said. When this failed, he shook him harder. Dib stirred, and yawned, then opened an eye.
"GAH! Zim!! Don't DO that!" he said, jumping.
"Well excuuuse me, pooty human head!" Zim snarled. "For your information the lunch bell rang." With that, he stalked out of the classroom. Dib stared after him for a minute, then started going. He left for lunch absently, his mind focused on other matters. He sighed, staring down the hall towards the retreating back of Zim. His longish hair was tied back in a ponytail that hung about halfway down his back. (AN: taller size, longer antennae, longer wig needed.) Dib shook his head confusedly, guys weren't supposed to like guys. But he knew, deep down, that he had feelings for Zim. They had started from the moment he first saw him, even if he hadn't realized it then. At first, he thought he was obsessed with Zim because he wanted to expose him for the alien scum he was. Later, he realized just how much Zim meant to him.
[Flashback Type Thingy]
A lone figure sat on the playground swing, behind the Skool. His legs were drawn up onto the flat wooden bottom of the swing, his knees touching his chin. His arms loosely encircled his shins as he sat there, tears running down his face silently. He reached up and took off his glasses, wiping them off on his shirt before putting them back on. A grey foggy mist hung over the whole area, seeming to Dib like it was mocking his pain.
"Well spooty human-beast, we meet again," a familiar voice said from the shadows. "This time, though, it appears I have the jump on you. I will destroy you now, so you can never reveal my secret... hey, why aren't you retorting with some snide comment?" Zim walked up to the figure on the swing, staring at him. "Are you... crying?"
"No.." Dib said sullenly. "Go away." Of course HE would come... his rival, the one who made his life so bitter. Time and time he had tried to prove to everyone that he was an alien, but somehow Zim always weaseled out of it, with Dib the worse for wear. He pondered whether or not he could just find something to kill himself with here, and end the pain now. Zim! Zim was the answer! "Hey, you don't happen to have some sort of weapon on you, do you?" Dib asked, looking up at the green kid who made his life miserable, and with any luck would end it now.
"Well... um.. yeah, actually... just my laser," Zim said, startled by such an unexpected question. "Something wrong?"
Dib grinned, and it was kind of scary looking. His face looked.. maniacal, almost. "Nothing, in fact, everything's great," he said. He hopped off the swing, walked a couple paces away from Zim, then turned around and held his arms out. "Shoot me," he said, staring at Zim. Zim deadpanned.
"WHAT?" he asked, blinking at him a couple times.
"You heard me, shoot me!" Dib said, grinning at him. The alien hesitated. Dib grew angry. "Shoot me already! I would think that you, of all people, would be perfectly happy to kill me at a moment's notice. It'd keep everything you hold dear or whatever a secret. Just shoot me!"
Zim stood silent for a moment, then replied, "No." Dib's face grew cloudy with anger, and he lowered his arms.
"If you won't shoot me, I'll make you," he growled, and flung himself at Zim, ready to punch him as hard as he could. He saw this as a win-win situation: either Zim would shoot him in defense, or Dib could knock him out and take his gun to do the job himself. Zim waited until the last second, to be sure there was no stopping him, and jumped out of the way. "Curse you! Why won't you shoot?" Dib screeched, skidding to a stop and turning to face Zim. He launched himself at him again, and again, and again... Each time Zim dodged him skilfully. Dib finally sank to the ground, exhausted. "Why won't you kill me?" he screamed, pounding the ground with his fists, the tears started afresh. "End my pain, end it! Or do you enjoy seeing me suffer?" He was dirty and disheveled, and his hair, usually scythe-shaped, had fallen around his face. Zim just stared at him for a minute, and Dib almost thought he saw hurt in his contact-covered eyes.
"No," he said softly. "It should not be this way. You are a better specimen of the human race than you think. You, at least, are smart enough to at least delay me in my plans for world domination. Go, clean yourself up, and perhaps next time we meet things will be different." Dib was shocked, it seemed so out of character. No mean taunts about him being inferior? No being called a filthy stink-beast or some other similar insult? Zim merely nodded, then turned around and walked away. Dib succumbed to his exhaustion and emotional overtaxing, and passed out on the playground.
[End Flashback]
Dib sighed, and got in the lunchline, his feet having taken him there automatically. He wrinkled his nose; it was Ketchup n Rice day... Yup, they had it in Hi Skool too... "Man, why can't the skool system hire decent cafeteria cooks?" he grumbled as the ricey, ketchupy, yucky mass was splattered onto his plate. He looked around the cafeteria in despair once more; nobody ever wanted him to sit with them, and almost all the seats were either taken or reserved. Finally he saw Zim, alone at a corner table. He shook his head and steeled himself, and walked over. "Can I sit here?" he mumbled, staring down at the ketchup n rice on his tray.
"Sure," Zim said, to Dib's total surprise.
"Really? I mean, um, thanks," Dib replied, sliding into a chair. He stared at the oozing blob on his plate and pushed it around with his fork. Zim wasn't eating it either. Dib looked out over the mass of kids in the cafeteria, and grinned with an idea. "Hey Zim, I just thought of something really interesting we could do with this stuff," Dib said quietly, grinning with anticipated fun.
"Oh really? There's actually a use for this disgusting Earthen filth?" Zim asked, half sarcastically. In answer, Dib pried a large congealed chunk off the blob of ketchup n rice with his spoon, aimed carefully at a table near the center, so as not to leave any sort of indication as to where it came from. He pulled the fork back, and let the block fly.
"OW! EWW! Who did that?!" demanded some guy. Apparently he was upset that his football jersey or whatever had gotten the disgusting mass on them. Zim and Dib snickered quietly. Not being the brightest of guys, he glared around the tables and decided to pick on Keef. (also older) He scooped up a glob himself, and let it fly. It missed and hit some other jock.
"FOOD FIIIGHT!" the other guy yelled, and instantly the cafeteria was filled with flying blobs of the reddish substance. Dib started to laugh openly, and Zim joined the fighting frenzy. A while later, the administration came down and tried to put a stop to it. With a well aimed fling, Zim pasted the principal on the forehead. Soon the guy (and the other teaching staff who had come to help) were plastered with ketchup n rice. One of the unfortunate saps got hit in the mouth, and had to run screaming for the bathroom. The bell rang for second lunch to come in, but the fighting continued. As the other kids got in, they grinned and joined the fun. Eventually the principal just shouted that he couldn't take it anymore, he was quitting and skool was done for the rest of the day. The kids cheered, and flooded out the doors, each one of them headed home.
"Great idea, Dib," whispered Zim, grinning. He wasn't unscathed, but he had dealt more yucky goo-ness out than recieved.
"Thanks, glad to know Ketchup n Rice day can be useful," Dib said, still laughing a little. He too was a bit plastered. They soon parted, going their separate ways. When Dib got home, he took a shower with all his clothes on to get rid of the congealed cafeteria 'food' and changed into a clean outfit, throwing the rest of his clothes and his black trenchcoat in the dryer. It was then he realized that Zim had actually given him a compliment, and hadn't said Dib-worm or stink beast, or anything else like that. Dib smiled softly to himself. It had been a very good day at skool. He lay back on his bed, and drifted off into a nap.
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Hope you guys liked it! And if you don't like D/Z or yaoi or whatever, then foo on you for reading it and just GO AWAY. there is absolutely no need to flame me, as it is a free country and I can write what I want to, so meh! :p anyway, yay for the Zimminess and Dibbiness! Don't worry Gir-fans, there will be more of Gir in the future, as well as a coupla picchas! YEE! this is Celelorien, signing out! PEACE OUT AND WRITE ON, TO ALL! YAAY!
(quick A/N: it's set a few years in the future, Dib is now 16 and Zim... well, he looks like he's sixteen, regardless of age. He's gotten taller, to his gratification, though not as tall as the Tallests. He's on a slightly short side of average, one could say. They are currently sophomores in Hi Skool. Gir is also a bit bigger, due to a nice upgrade. They also look a bit different... oo; i'll just shut up and draw a picture later...)
Oh yeah, all that legal shmuff... I don't own IZ, I don't own Gir, or Zim, or Dib, or Gaz, or Prof. Membrane, or... you get the idea... I don't own ANYTHING OKAY! *snif* i wiish... so leave me alone you meaniefoo lawyers! HEY! Get away from my pennies! Those're MY two cents! *runs off to take pennies back*
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"I'M LATE FOR SKOOL! GIR! WHY DIDN'T YOU WARN ME!" Zim hollered, running out the door.
"I have chocolate bubble gum!" the brainless little robot chirped, sucking at a thick gooey slushie. Zim ran as fast as he could, and managed to slide into his seat before the bell rang.
"What's the matter Zim? Get lost on the way to Skool?" Dib asked, smirking at him from across the room. Zim decided to ignore him. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Or do they even HAVE cats on your planet?" he continued. Ms. Bitters swooshed up, glaring over Dib. She had, it seemed, followed them from Elmentry Skool through Midel Skool, and was still their teacher in Hi Skool. Dib gulped, and shut up.
"Now, today we'll discuss how we're all doomed to die in a firey explosion when the sun goes out," Ms. Bitters said, slithering back to her desk. "We're all doomed, doomed, doomed, doomed..."
Zim sat there for what felt like forever, waiting for Ms. Bitters to just shut up about the doom. His head started nodding, and he slumped across his desk, propping his head up with his arm and waiting for the class period to be over. Dib, on the other side of the room, was not having much better luck. His head started tilting dangerously forward, and finally he succumbed to the horrible boringness of it all and fell asleep, his arm acting as pillow. Zim jerked out of his stupor just before he too nodded off, and looked around in hopes of finding something interesting amongst the classroom. Some of the kids were sitting in a mindless trance, others were staring blankly out the window, searching for amusement there. Some were already asleep, and then Zim's eyes lit upon Dib. His gaze softened slightly, and he smiled. Dib was an annoying human stink-monkey pest most of the time, but when he was asleep he looked almost.. well... cute...? Zim shook his head to dispel such thoughts, a few of the kids coming out of their stupor to see what was up and upon finding nothing of interest, drifted off again. Zim scoffed at the notion. Dib was a stupid human-worm, and even so, they were both males. Males did not mate with males on this planet. Well, sometimes if the male in question was what the humans called gay, Zim amended, but they were at least the same species on Irk... Wait a minute, they? Was he identifying himself as one of the humans? That idea was quickly destroyed; Zim almost laughed out loud. He was far, far better than these stupid spooty-head stink beasts! Most of them, anyway, he added, his gaze shifting back to Dib. Zim held his head in his hands, staring at the desk instead. He had such confused feelings, he didn't know what to think anymore.
Finally the bell rang to signal the start of lunch. The kids all jerked as they came out of their trances or woke up, and stampeded out the door. Zim started heading off, but noticed Dib hadn't woken up yet. He went over and poked him in the shoulder. "Wake up, the bell rang," he said. When this failed, he shook him harder. Dib stirred, and yawned, then opened an eye.
"GAH! Zim!! Don't DO that!" he said, jumping.
"Well excuuuse me, pooty human head!" Zim snarled. "For your information the lunch bell rang." With that, he stalked out of the classroom. Dib stared after him for a minute, then started going. He left for lunch absently, his mind focused on other matters. He sighed, staring down the hall towards the retreating back of Zim. His longish hair was tied back in a ponytail that hung about halfway down his back. (AN: taller size, longer antennae, longer wig needed.) Dib shook his head confusedly, guys weren't supposed to like guys. But he knew, deep down, that he had feelings for Zim. They had started from the moment he first saw him, even if he hadn't realized it then. At first, he thought he was obsessed with Zim because he wanted to expose him for the alien scum he was. Later, he realized just how much Zim meant to him.
[Flashback Type Thingy]
A lone figure sat on the playground swing, behind the Skool. His legs were drawn up onto the flat wooden bottom of the swing, his knees touching his chin. His arms loosely encircled his shins as he sat there, tears running down his face silently. He reached up and took off his glasses, wiping them off on his shirt before putting them back on. A grey foggy mist hung over the whole area, seeming to Dib like it was mocking his pain.
"Well spooty human-beast, we meet again," a familiar voice said from the shadows. "This time, though, it appears I have the jump on you. I will destroy you now, so you can never reveal my secret... hey, why aren't you retorting with some snide comment?" Zim walked up to the figure on the swing, staring at him. "Are you... crying?"
"No.." Dib said sullenly. "Go away." Of course HE would come... his rival, the one who made his life so bitter. Time and time he had tried to prove to everyone that he was an alien, but somehow Zim always weaseled out of it, with Dib the worse for wear. He pondered whether or not he could just find something to kill himself with here, and end the pain now. Zim! Zim was the answer! "Hey, you don't happen to have some sort of weapon on you, do you?" Dib asked, looking up at the green kid who made his life miserable, and with any luck would end it now.
"Well... um.. yeah, actually... just my laser," Zim said, startled by such an unexpected question. "Something wrong?"
Dib grinned, and it was kind of scary looking. His face looked.. maniacal, almost. "Nothing, in fact, everything's great," he said. He hopped off the swing, walked a couple paces away from Zim, then turned around and held his arms out. "Shoot me," he said, staring at Zim. Zim deadpanned.
"WHAT?" he asked, blinking at him a couple times.
"You heard me, shoot me!" Dib said, grinning at him. The alien hesitated. Dib grew angry. "Shoot me already! I would think that you, of all people, would be perfectly happy to kill me at a moment's notice. It'd keep everything you hold dear or whatever a secret. Just shoot me!"
Zim stood silent for a moment, then replied, "No." Dib's face grew cloudy with anger, and he lowered his arms.
"If you won't shoot me, I'll make you," he growled, and flung himself at Zim, ready to punch him as hard as he could. He saw this as a win-win situation: either Zim would shoot him in defense, or Dib could knock him out and take his gun to do the job himself. Zim waited until the last second, to be sure there was no stopping him, and jumped out of the way. "Curse you! Why won't you shoot?" Dib screeched, skidding to a stop and turning to face Zim. He launched himself at him again, and again, and again... Each time Zim dodged him skilfully. Dib finally sank to the ground, exhausted. "Why won't you kill me?" he screamed, pounding the ground with his fists, the tears started afresh. "End my pain, end it! Or do you enjoy seeing me suffer?" He was dirty and disheveled, and his hair, usually scythe-shaped, had fallen around his face. Zim just stared at him for a minute, and Dib almost thought he saw hurt in his contact-covered eyes.
"No," he said softly. "It should not be this way. You are a better specimen of the human race than you think. You, at least, are smart enough to at least delay me in my plans for world domination. Go, clean yourself up, and perhaps next time we meet things will be different." Dib was shocked, it seemed so out of character. No mean taunts about him being inferior? No being called a filthy stink-beast or some other similar insult? Zim merely nodded, then turned around and walked away. Dib succumbed to his exhaustion and emotional overtaxing, and passed out on the playground.
[End Flashback]
Dib sighed, and got in the lunchline, his feet having taken him there automatically. He wrinkled his nose; it was Ketchup n Rice day... Yup, they had it in Hi Skool too... "Man, why can't the skool system hire decent cafeteria cooks?" he grumbled as the ricey, ketchupy, yucky mass was splattered onto his plate. He looked around the cafeteria in despair once more; nobody ever wanted him to sit with them, and almost all the seats were either taken or reserved. Finally he saw Zim, alone at a corner table. He shook his head and steeled himself, and walked over. "Can I sit here?" he mumbled, staring down at the ketchup n rice on his tray.
"Sure," Zim said, to Dib's total surprise.
"Really? I mean, um, thanks," Dib replied, sliding into a chair. He stared at the oozing blob on his plate and pushed it around with his fork. Zim wasn't eating it either. Dib looked out over the mass of kids in the cafeteria, and grinned with an idea. "Hey Zim, I just thought of something really interesting we could do with this stuff," Dib said quietly, grinning with anticipated fun.
"Oh really? There's actually a use for this disgusting Earthen filth?" Zim asked, half sarcastically. In answer, Dib pried a large congealed chunk off the blob of ketchup n rice with his spoon, aimed carefully at a table near the center, so as not to leave any sort of indication as to where it came from. He pulled the fork back, and let the block fly.
"OW! EWW! Who did that?!" demanded some guy. Apparently he was upset that his football jersey or whatever had gotten the disgusting mass on them. Zim and Dib snickered quietly. Not being the brightest of guys, he glared around the tables and decided to pick on Keef. (also older) He scooped up a glob himself, and let it fly. It missed and hit some other jock.
"FOOD FIIIGHT!" the other guy yelled, and instantly the cafeteria was filled with flying blobs of the reddish substance. Dib started to laugh openly, and Zim joined the fighting frenzy. A while later, the administration came down and tried to put a stop to it. With a well aimed fling, Zim pasted the principal on the forehead. Soon the guy (and the other teaching staff who had come to help) were plastered with ketchup n rice. One of the unfortunate saps got hit in the mouth, and had to run screaming for the bathroom. The bell rang for second lunch to come in, but the fighting continued. As the other kids got in, they grinned and joined the fun. Eventually the principal just shouted that he couldn't take it anymore, he was quitting and skool was done for the rest of the day. The kids cheered, and flooded out the doors, each one of them headed home.
"Great idea, Dib," whispered Zim, grinning. He wasn't unscathed, but he had dealt more yucky goo-ness out than recieved.
"Thanks, glad to know Ketchup n Rice day can be useful," Dib said, still laughing a little. He too was a bit plastered. They soon parted, going their separate ways. When Dib got home, he took a shower with all his clothes on to get rid of the congealed cafeteria 'food' and changed into a clean outfit, throwing the rest of his clothes and his black trenchcoat in the dryer. It was then he realized that Zim had actually given him a compliment, and hadn't said Dib-worm or stink beast, or anything else like that. Dib smiled softly to himself. It had been a very good day at skool. He lay back on his bed, and drifted off into a nap.
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Hope you guys liked it! And if you don't like D/Z or yaoi or whatever, then foo on you for reading it and just GO AWAY. there is absolutely no need to flame me, as it is a free country and I can write what I want to, so meh! :p anyway, yay for the Zimminess and Dibbiness! Don't worry Gir-fans, there will be more of Gir in the future, as well as a coupla picchas! YEE! this is Celelorien, signing out! PEACE OUT AND WRITE ON, TO ALL! YAAY!