...Oh my god. She's alive. That's what you're thinking, right? xD Well, the Harvest Moon fandom people anyways... I'm SO sorry, if you're looking to an explanation, I'll post an Author's Note chappie on my old stories... as for you IZ and ZADR fans, well hiya :3
I know, this plot is SO overdone, but don't worry, this is more of a practice story to get back in the swing of things. I'm not sure how regular my updates will be, I have the next chapter waiting for editing and the third chapter started, but after that I'm not sure... I'm in high school with a veeeery busy schedule... I'll try to update on a one to two week basis, but no promises...
WARNING: THIS IS BOYXBOY, HUMANXALIEN. If you don't like it, you can click that little back arrow on your browser now :3
Anyways, let's get to my first ZADR with an absolute fail title, RAINDROPS~!
Dib tapped the steel toe of his boot on the slightly sticky linoleum of Ms. Bitter's room. Yes, the school system had decided to bless those poor children by giving them the same teacher every year for the rest of their grade school days. Something about creating a familiar, safe school environment. Complete bullshit.
Dib's fingers drummed impatiently on the desk as he watched the thin red hand of the clock tick ever closer to the end of the day. He just wanted to get home before the storm really started. There was a thunderstorm in the forecast, and Dib sure as Hell didn't want to be caught in this one. The scythe-like lock of hair on the top of his head acted eerily like a lightning rod, as he'd discovered the last time a storm rolled through.
The sweet sound of the bell ringing graced Dib's ears. He swiftly grabbed his umbrella, not even noticing the distressed Irken invader as he left the room.
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Zim whimpered, his lekku flat against his skull under the wig he wore. He silently cursed himself; why was it that the ONE DAY he forgot to bathe in paste, the stupid filthy planet's weather decided to take a turn for the worse? There had been a dry spell recently; by the looks of the angry grey clouds occupying the sky, Zim was pretty much screwed.
The little Irken wandered out the double doors of the skool, sitting on the top step where the rain just grazed the toes of his boots. Zim shuddered inwardly at the knowledge of just what that harmless-looking liquid could do to his insides.
Zim's lekku twitched as he noticed a figure only a few feet from where he sat. Looking over casually, he saw the Dib-human, getting ready to leave for home.
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Dib fumbled clumsily with the strap that restrained his umbrella, fingers faltering in his haste to get home.
I just want to get home and watch the new episode of Mysterious Mysteries I recorded. And maybe spy on Zim for a little while. Wait...
Dib looked over and saw said alien looking distressed at the rain pounding the sidewalk. Dib's taunt died in his throat; Zim just looked too harmless, too upset to poke fun at. The pale boy frowned.
He's stuck here until the rain passes... That won't be for hours, Dib noted, as the storm began to pick up.
I'm going to regret asking this...
"Zim... Do you want to share my umbrella?"
The little Irken looked up at Dib in surprise, his lekku shifting his wig.
"Last time you offered to share your umbrella, you ditched Zim halfway to his base," Zim stated, his eyes narrowing at his nemesis.
"Oh yeah..." Dib said softly, remembering the incident. "What if I swear I won't play any tricks this time? I won't run off with the umbrella or try to splash you or anything. A temporary truce, deal?"
Zim looked at the asphalt thoughtfully, considering his options. He could stay at the filthy Skool until the storm passed over, which would undoubtedly take hours, or walk home with Dib, who had constantly been trying to expose him and get him on an operating table for the last three years, under a temporary truce.
The choice was obvious.
"Fine then, Dib-stink. ZIM accepts your offer of protection from the foul earth acid, under a TEMPORARY 'truce'." The Irken got to his feet, dusting off his black pants. Zim put his hands on this hips, looking at Dib expectantly.
Dib had been transfixed, staring at Zim in his girlish pose. Strangely, it suited him, with his thin figure. Dib shook his head slightly, blushing, as he finally managed to open the umbrella.
Zim stuck close to Dib's side as they walked down the sodden sidewalk. The silence between the two was so thick, it was almost tangible. The air seemed to pulse with the tension their closeness created.
Dib observed his nemesis closely out of the corner of his eye, as they walked towards his base. The alien was quiet, thoughtful... The lavender contacts failing to hide the deep depression he was feeling.
He's been acting really strangely lately... I don't think he spoke out loud once today in class. No rants about his latest plan, or how he's so superior to the human race. If I didn't know any better... I'd say he's given up.
Dib felt his heart twist horribly. He had suddenly remembered something Zim had asked him in a previous, surprisingly non-violent conversation they'd had just a few days before.
-Flashback-
They sat on the bench in the schoolyard, the other children running around and yelling as only normal children could do. The two enemies weren't fighting for once, rather, sitting together in a blissful silence. These moments were rare but wonderful, when they could put aside their differences for a moment of peace...
"How long has it been, Zim?" Dib asked suddenly, looking up from his magazine. Zim looked up in surprise. "How long has what been?" "You know. How long have you been on Earth?" Dib clarified, his head tilting sideways. "About three years." "Three years, huh?" Dib repeated, looking up at the greyish-blue sky above their heads.
"Mhm..." Zim sighed, looking downcast. "Dib?" "Yeah?" "W-what would you do if I left?" The question caught the pale boy off guard, yanking his gaze from the sky to lock eyes with his nemesis in confusion. The smaller boy's eyes were wide with an almost innocent quality. Dib thought for a moment, unable to really find an answer for his nemesis' question. "W-well, I dunno. Not a lot. Why'd you ask?" "No reason," Zim said, sighing. The Irken's shoulders sagged as his eyes glazed over, lost in thought once more.
-End Flashback-
Dib thought back over that conversation carefully, noting the look in Zim's eye after he had asked that fateful question.
Has he really given up on taking over the Earth? Dib wondered, looking over at Zim. Zim's eyes never left the pavement, but the clouded look in his eye showed his attentions were far from the stained sidewalk.
"Hey, Zim," Dib spoke up, "I've noticed lately that you've-"
Dib's sentence was cut short as he felt a tug on his sleeve. Zim had pulled him back roughly; they'd reached Zim's base. Dib felt a blush creep across his cheeks as he realized. He was about to walk right past it.
"I can't get to my door if you're just standing there," Zim said gruffly, tugging on his sleeve again.
"Well, let's go then," Dib replied, turning to the fence. One of the gnomes turned to look at him suspiciously, Dib tensing up as it did so.
"Um, are you sure you need me to go with you?" Dib asked, his voice faltering slightly. He didn't really feel like dealing with more laser burns; the ones he'd gotten in the past were enough for him.
Zim rolled his eyes. "If I don't want to die a very painful death, yes. Come on, they won't hurt you if you're with me."
Dib followed Zim up to his door, still eyeing the gnomes warily. Zim hesitated at the door, seeming to be on the verge of saying something.
"Zim-?" Dib was cut off quite abruptly as Zim threw his arms around the boy's middle, nearly knocking them both to the ground.
"...thank you, Dib..." Zim murmured, burying his face in Dib's chest.
Dib raised his arms shakily, wrapping them loosely around the smaller boy's waist. This was very out-of-character for the Irken.
He's like a little kid... Dib thought as he looked at the alien's cheek pressed up against the soft fabric of his old smiley tee. Zim's eyes were shut tightly, as though trying to make all the bad things go away. Dib hugged him tighter, forgetting everything around them existed or even remotely mattered.
Zim suddenly pulled away, slamming the door before Dib had even registered the movement.
What just happened?
Laaa~! So how was it? I know Zim was probably VERY OOC, forgive me ;3; I just think Zim is adorable when he's all helpless like that...
Zim: I am NOT helpless! Delete this immediately!
Me: Uh, no! I worked hard on this!
Zim: *cursing in Irken*
Me:...well... yeah.
Read and review, please? Any flames will be used to make some hot 'n tasty s'mores :)
~Gecko