It was the first day back from summer break, the children filed into their home classroom slowly, groaning and groggy from having to wake up so early. Zim sat in the back of the room, not paying attention at all, as usual. After elementary school, he realized that this Earth knowledge was useless and he only needed to go to Skool to keep up appearances. Once the students were all in their seats, the teacher didn't even introduce herself before she stood up, going over to the door and leading a familiar looking student with blacked out glasses to the front of the room. "We have a new student joining us this year, though some of you might remember him from elementary school. His name is Dib Membrane."

Zim perked up when he heard Dib's name, surprised to see him again after so many years. But... was he wearing sun glasses indoors? What for? 'Stupid human. First he leaves Zim without saying anything and then he wears sun glasses where there's no sun.' Zim rolled his eyes as he continued to listen to the teacher.

"But unfortunately, Dib had lost his vision, so if you all could be as helpful as possible to him, that would be lovely." Zim widened his eyes when he heard that Dib had lost his vision, immediately feeling... sorry for him. The teacher nodded, but Dib spoke up. "Look... Please don't treat me like I'm some kind of special case, It's best if you all just leave me alone... Can you please lead me to a seat?" The teacher nodded again and looked around the room. It happened that the only open seat was the one next to Zim, so she lead him to the back of the room and to his new seat. Once Dib sat down, he sighed, setting his book bag down on the ground, beside the desk.

As soon as Dib sat next to him, Zim leaned over and poked him. "Hey! Since when can you not see? Are those sunglasses making you not see? You should take them off, stupid." Zim stated, rather confidently.

Dib jumped when he felt the poke, turning his head in the direction of Zim's voice. "D-Do I know you?" He didn't quite recognize Zim's voice.

Zim frowned, starting to get annoyed again. "Know me?! How dare you not bother to remember me!" He folded his arms and pouted a bit. "Hmph. Stupid human."

Once Zim had said 'stupid human', Dib's eyes snapped wide open behind his glasses. "Z...Zim?"

"Well who else would it be?" Zim snapped, staying in his same position. Though after a minute he turned to face Dib and tilted his head. "So you can't see anymore...? Why? Did something rip out your eyeballs?"

Dib let out a small chuckle. "You remember how I wore glasses when I was little? Well my eyes just got worse and worse till I couldn't see anymore... Damn, I thought I'd never se-..hear you again.." He smiled.

Zim frowned when Dib corrected himself like that. "Well... where have you been anyway? You didn't even say good-bye to Zim!"

Dib sighed. "Sweden... I didn't even know I was going. I just came home from school one day and our bags were packed.

Zim tilted his head in confusion, narrowing his eyes. "Really? Why? Was your parental unit afraid of germs here or something?"

Dib shook his head. "No, it had to do with the creation of certain kinds of nuclear and atomic weapons. God, I hate war."

Zim blinked, leaning closer to Dib. "Why would you hate that? You get to take over people when you start wars!"

Dib rolled his eyes, even though it wasn't visible behind his glasses. "Why can't people just get along? What's so great about taking over people if all it does is make enemies, cause problems, and kill innocent people? I'd rather there just be peace."

Even though Dib couldn't see it, Zim stuck out his tongue and pointed to his mouth, making a gagging noise. "That's... sickening. You've gone soft, Dib-thing."

"I would fight for peace and the right to live, but I'll never fight to conquer." Dib turned to Zim. "That, is what's sickening."

"BULLSHIT." Zim slammed his fist on the desk, earning a dirty look from the teacher and a few odd stares from his classmates. "If you don't fight to conquer, then you shouldn't be fighting at all! War has ione/i purpose; to come out on top," he argued, actually becoming offended by what Dib was saying.

"Why the fuck would you slaughter innocent people just to get what you want, why would you destroy the live of millions of people just to 'come out on top'?" Dib tried to be a little more quiet, not wanting to draw any more attention. "And can you shut the hell up? You're going to get us in trouble."

Zim hissed at Dib, shaking his head. "No! Do NOT try to silence Zim! Your ideas are stupid and you have no idea what you're talking about! No wonder no one likes you!" Zim faced away from Dib, looking out the window as some kids giggled and snickered.

Dib tensed a little, inhaling deeply. "Fuck you, you defective little piece of shit," he said simply before he got up, feeling his way over to the door and walking out.

Zim immediately hopped up from his seat as he watched Dib leave. He contemplated following Dib out but he just figured he'd go to his house later anyway. He was too stubborn to apologize, but maybe he could fix it some other way. ... With snacks. Yeah, snacks fix everything. Zim smiled to himself, leaning back in his chair.

Dib didn't go anywhere once he had walked about 10 feet out of the class room, he had no idea where he was and was to afraid to keep walking because he might fall down some stairs or something. So he just slid down the wall until he was sitting on the ground, letting out a long sigh.

Once their class had ended, Zim hopped out of his seat and strolled out of the classroom, with the intention of going to Dib's place. But once he saw him in the hall, he plopped himself down in front of him, poking his forehead. "Guess who~... Miserable filth-sack."

Dib sighed and swatted the hand away. "What do you want?"

"Loooook, maybe Zim was a little harsh to you before, but don't worry. I forgive you for being stupid and causing me to yell at you." Zim smiled and nodded, grabbing Dib's wrist. "Now come on, come back to class. I still haven't had a chance to properly catch up with you yet." Dib jerked his hand away, pushing himself up. "Just get the hell away from me, Zim."

Zim frowned, standing up with Dib. "What? You're still mad at me? Well... it's not like Zim was the only one who said anything horrible!" he folded his arms, staying in front of Dib.

"I didn't say anything horrible." Dib huffed, turning and walking off, though he walked into a wall moments later, falling back and causing his shades to fall off.

Zim rolled his eyes at this, grabbing Dib as he fell back, pushing him back up to his feet and grabbing his shoulder and twisting him around so he was facing him. "You called Zim defective!" he snapped, jabbing Dib in the chest. "An—" Zim was about to continue speaking but widened his eyes at Dib's strange, grey, foggy eyes. He pointed to Dib. "Hey, human eyes change color? ... How repulsive! And such an ugly color. Zim liked your other eyes better."

Dib closed his eyes with a small sigh. "They're only like that because I'm blind... that's why I wear the glasses. Can you hand them to me?"

Zim still didn't fully understand, but he picked up Dib's glasses and put them on for him. "So... you really can't see a thing?" Zim waved a hand in front of Dib's face. "Not at all?"

"No... now can you stop moving your hand in front of my face?" Dib adjusted the glasses.

Zim widened his eyes, glaring at Dib. "LIAR! YOU CAN SEE ZIM'S HAND!"

Dib sighed, rolling his eyes. "No, I can feel the air against my face... and you wouldn't believe how many people do that."

Zim blinked and looked to the side. "... Oh. Well, how long have you been like this? Totally blind, that is. You seem kind of new to it."

"I went fully blind about 3 months ago... it's still pretty hard to cope."

Zim frowned, feeling his antennae droop a little under his wig. "I can't imagine what it's like nog to see. I mean... not being able to see my amazing reflection in shiny things anymore would be just... horrible."

Dib rolled his eyes. "Hey... do you think you can lead me home? I really don't feel like being here."

Zim sighed and nodded. "Yes, Zim will take you home." He grabbed Dib's wrist and started walking with him, heading down the hallway. Dib pulled his hand away and gripped onto Zim's arm with both hands, walking slowly. The next class had already started and mostly everyone had left, so the halls were pretty clear. Zim rolled his eyes as he slowed down his pace for Dib, pushing his way through the front doors of the school and leading Dib out, stopping at the top of the stairs. "Oh. Erm. There's stairs, so be careful..." Dib groaned, rolling his eyes and looking in Zim's direction. "Can you put my hands on the rails please?"

"... I have a better, faster idea." Zim picked up Dib and spread out his pak legs, hopping down the stairs and onto the ground below them. Dib gasped, clinging onto Zim for dear life as he hopped onto the ground. Once they was on the ground, Zim retracted his pak legs and set Dib down, smiling to himself. "See? Much easier." Dib was trembling as he was set down, glaring at Zim. "Please don't do that again! I-I don't like not being able to feel the ground."

"But Zim had you in his arms, you were perfectly fine the whole time!" Zim nodded and took Dib's arm again, starting to walk with him.

"Just don't do it again, okay?" Dib tilted his head down as he walked, staying pretty silent the most of the way there.

Zim sighed and nodded, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, sure, whatever." He continued to lead Dib, staying silent most of the way. Once Dib's house was in sight, Zim looked over at him. "If you had antennae, you'd be able to see, you know."

"Well, not isee/i necessarily, but if your eyes are to fail, they kick up their sensation for vision and allow you to get around a lot easier. But defective Irkens born blind are executed. So that doesn't happen very often."

"That's...horrible." Dib blinked, sighing once more. "Hey, are we almost to my house?"

Zim nodded, pointing to Dib's home. "It's right here." He led him to the front door, opening it for Dib and leading him inside, shutting the door for him. "Well. You're inside now." He shrugged, looking around.

"Okay, I know my way around from here, wanna come up to my room?"

Zim nodded, heading to the stairs, not waiting for Dib since he said he could find his way on his own anyway. Dib felt around the wall to the railing, making his way upstairs and to his room, closing the door once he was inside. Zim sat on top of Dib's bed, bouncing up and down a little. "I haven't been up here in a loooooooong time. I almost forgot what it looked like. ... You remember what it looks like, right?"

"Not really, no.." Dib sat next too him, his hands feeling over the sheets.

Zim frowned, tapping the bed. "Well here's your bed. Over there is your closet. And there's your computer. And there's lots of posters, and uh... well... Zim is boring himself." Zim leaned back on the bed, sighing contently.

Dib flopped on his back next to Zim. "I wish I knew what my room looked like..." He said to himself, sighing.

"It looks the same as it used to," Zim answered simply. "Just try to remember what that looked like."

"I... I can't... everything in my head is just black..."

Zim frowned, drooping his antennae under his wig. He pulled off his wig and contacts since they were bugging him and looked back to Dib. "Do you... Do you remember what Zim looks like?"

"Barely… I know your eyes were pink and your skin is green...mbut I don't really remember what the colors themselves look like."

Zim sighed and nodded, a little disappointed. "This is... really weird. I never exactly knew why you wore those big goofy glasses of yours. Zim didn't know that eyes could become damaged like that."

"Yeah... hey, d-do you mind if I feel what you look like? It might help me remember."

"Hmmm... I guess... But you better not try anything funny!" Zim snapped, scooting closer to Dib.

Dib brought his hands up and gently placed them on Zim's face, his thumbs rubbing under his eye sockets. "Wow, I forgot how big your eyes are…"

"Big and superior," Zim added with a nod.

Dib's hands trailed upward to Zim's antennae, gently feeling over the long stalks. "Wow, these things are smooth… almost like velvet."

Zim shivered a little at this, twitching his antennae slightly. "Do they?"

Dib nodded, brushing his fingers past the tips. "I really wish I could look at you again..."

Zim shivered again, shrugging. "I-I look the same as I used to, there won't be anything new to see."

"But I barely remember what you look like..." Dib sighed, dropping his hands

Zim shrugged again. "Green skin, big magenta eyes, fantastic looks." Zim looked up at Dib, frowning a little. "You're a bit taller than Zim now though."

"Really?" Dib smiled a little. "I knew I'd out grow you, space boy."

Zim waved him off, shaking his head. "Yeah yeah, but don't think I'll treat you any different because you're taller."

"But you will because I'm blind, right?" Dib looked down. He hated the idea of being treated like a helpless little kid.

"Well, uh, I guess? I mean like… Zim will lead you places I guess, but I'm not going to not be mean to you now and then."

"But... it's not like we can fight anymore like we used to." Dib sat back, reaching up and taking off the glasses. "Do you mind if I take these off? It's kind of annoying wearing them."

Zim shrugged. "I don't care what you do with them. And so what if we can't physically fight? Less bruises for Zim."

Dib looked over at Zim. "Well, aren't you still trying to take over?"

Zim didn't answer, he just folded his arms. "You ask a lot of questions."

Dib raised an eyebrow. "I didn't hear a 'no'..."

"... So if you didn't hear a 'no', then that means yes, doesn't it? So shut up."

"I hope you know I'll still find a way to stop you... even if I die, I'll die fighting you."

Zim huffed, nodding. "Yeah, yeah, I know you will."

Dib frowned, sitting up a little. "What? You think I won't?"

Zim shrugged. "It would be difficult for you."

Dib growled, and after and moment he lunged forward, tackling Zim to the bed and getting his hands around his neck. Zim gasped at the sudden attack, kicking at Dib. "STOP THAT! GET AWAY FROM ZIM'S NECK!"

"I can still take you, space freak, just because I'm blind doesn't mean shit!" Dib squeezed, but his hands were shaky. Out of defense, Zim's first reaction was to reach forward and use his claws to scratch Dib across the cheek, hissing loudly at him. Dib flinched at the impact of Zim's claws, but only tightened his grip, uselessly closing his eyes. Zim stuck out his tongue and gagged, scratching Dib a couple more times. "S-STOP THAT!" Dib popped his eyes open and narrowed them, glaring at Zim. "Then surrender!"

"NEVER! NGGH WHEN DID YOU GET SO STRONG?!"

Dib just ignored him, straddling Zim's waist, squeezing his throat as hard as he could. Zim gagged and choked, kicking and scratching at Dib. "Y-You wouldn't kill Zim!" After a few more seconds, Dib let out a long shaky sigh, letting his hands fall. "You're right... I can't…"

Zim coughed a few more times, sitting up and giving Dib's chest another scratch. "DON'T TRY ANYTHING LIKE THAT AGAIN!" Dib flinched at the scratch.

"Well what else am I supposed to do?!" He didn't realize he was still on Zim's lap.

"HOW ABOUT NOT TRY TO KILL ZIM FOR NO REASON?!" he yelled, pushing at him. "Now get off!"

"You said you are still gonna take over! So I had a reason!"

"That isn't a good enough reason!" Zim squirmed underneath Dib, glaring at him. "Off! Off of Zim!"

"Huh? Oh!" Dib crawled off of him, blushing. "S-Sorry.."

Zim immediately sat up and folded his arms, looking away from Dib. "You've gotten more violent."

Dib sighed. "I'm just pissy because everyone treats me like I'm helpless, when I'm not. I can do things for myself, I don't need anyone's help."

Zim nodded, rolling his eyes. "Yes, yes, you've proven that you're very capable of trying to kill Zim, even with impaired vision."

Dib cracked a smile. "Yeah, so just remember, if you piss me off I can still kill you."

Zim tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. "No you can't, remember? You'll just end up giving up again."

"I didn't give up! I... just... didn't think now was the appropriate time to kill you."

Zim waved him off, shaking his head. "You are so full of shit."

Dib crossed his arms. "Shut up!"

Zim smirked at this, poking Dib's nose. "Admit it! You can't kill Zim!"

"I can! Just... only when I want to." Dib swatted his hand away.

Zim shrugged. "You seemed like you wanted to before."

"But then I changed my mind! Can we talk about something else now?"

Zim snickered and nodded. "Fine, fine, what else is new in your boring life? You know, besides leaving Zim for years without a good-bye."