I find Invader Zim fanfiction very difficult to write for at least two reasons – Invader Zim is better presented visually than written, but someone has requested I do a written form of my doujinshi (go to my deviantart site in my profile for the doujinshi, if you wish to view it so) and…yeah, I don't own Invader Zim but if I did…I wouldn't be doing this.

junir hi skool; one – "junir hi skool"

"Gaz, what do you think happened to Zim? I mean, it's been at least two years and I haven't seen him,"

"Why do you insist on talking to me?"

"Do you think he went back to this home planet or something?"

"I think you should let me play my game in peace before I hurt you,"

"I haven't seen Tak either…"

"Dib, two things: one, they probably moved away or some shit and two: shut up already!"

"You know, you were far less bitchy before,"

"I blame PMS,"

The school building was shabby – even shabbier than the school they had previously attended – but this was more blatant than before. The walls looked like they were rotting and the building structure itself seemed more – would the proper word be imbalance? Yes, that was probably it. – as if the walls on one side were taller than the other. Not to mention the gigantic sign plastered onto the building, stating thus:

JUNIR HI SKOOL

Now, at seeing this sign and the shabbiness of the building, something strange occurred in Dib's abnormally large head – all through his elementary school life, he hadn't noticed until now that the sign's "school" had been spelled "skool" and no one had mentioned it to him – not the students, not the teachers, or not even his sister or father. And the other odd thing was that he didn't even seem to notice it until now either!

"What idiot makes these signs?" Dib asked Gaz.

"It's public school," came the reply, "What do you expect?"

This was the only answer given to him and it made perfect sense (or at least it did at the moment). So, the two entered the building. It was at least ten minuets before the actual school day began, so they had plenty of time to look around. Since this was a new school, Dib stayed close by Gaz. Gaz, as usual, pretended he didn't exist.

"The good thing about junior high school," Dib said, "is at least we don't have Ms. Bitters anymore. She was a complete bitch,"

"Why must you talk?" Gaz asked him. She was busy playing her Game Slave 3.5, the newest model.

Years had past since elementary school. Din being 15 now and Gaz being 14. There were certain advantages to being older – he could swear, he could be rude, he could let his room be as messy as he wanted, and (best of all) he could be rebellious against his father and he was enjoying every single minuet of his adolescent. Gaz, who preferred to not talk to her older brother as much as possible, chose to not speak about her point of view about her current teen hood. Dib could only decipher that she had become slightly more bitchy than before, which he had logically blamed on PMS.

"This going to be great!" Dib said. He could barely contain his excitement and couldn't help but express it vocally even though it would be strange since he was talking to himself in public, "But it would be even better if..."

Dib suddenly stopped speaking, even before Gaz would tell him to be quiet. He saw through the corner of his eye a shapely female figure – purple violet hair, a male under the eyes, wearing a purple and blue candy striper dress, with multiple ear piercing, and dark purple-but-almost-close-to-black lipstick. And there she was in all her feminine splendor – standing nearby the locker row in the hallway.

"Tak!" Dib breathed.

The young woman looked up at Dib and gave him a single nod, showing that she was acknowledging his existence, "Hello, Dib human. Pleasant to see you," Her voice not warm or scorning him – but completely neutral. Just like Tak – the years hadn't changed her a bit.

Dib instantly rushed over to Tak, blood instantly rushing to his cheeks and giving them a rosy red coloring. Gaz, now curious that Tak was present in their school, went over as well (but not to be near her older brother because she was having anxiety about being a new school, of course).

"Tak!" Dib said. He couldn't help but smile at her, "I haven't seen you in a while! Where have you been?"

Tak blinked – not accustomed to Dib seeming so, oddly excited, about her presence. She then spoke to him, "It is nice to see you too, Dib. And I have been plotting to kill Zim,"

"That's funny," Gaz commented, "I heard Zim and you fucked,"

Tak paused, "…that's a lie,"

"Zim is here?" Dib asked.

"Of course he's here," Tak stated, "He's been following me everywhere,"

"Where? I didn't see him," Dib asked.

"GREETING PITFUL HUMAN STINK BEASTS! YOUR FUTURE LORD AND MASTER ZIM HAS ARRIVED!"

"That would be him," Tak growled.

Of course it was Zim – being his usual narcissistic self – parading down the hallway and as usual announcing his arrival to the masses (who he just knew adored him and worshipped his feet, or soon would when he ruled the dirt planet with an iron fist).

Dib looked towards the end of the hallway and felt his jaw unhinge himself as he looked at Zim. He was still sporting olive skin and black hair – if not a little bit longer and close to resting on his shoulders – but he was so abnormally tall! Dib knew he had shot up a little over the summer and due to puberty and he was tall as well but Zim was inhumanely tall. He had to be at least six feet something. He practically towered over Dib.

"Hello, Zim! I see you've gotten abnormally tall!" Dib said to Zim, with a smirk.

Zim looked down at Dib – smirking as well, displaying off that his teeth now seemed to be sharp points, "And I see, Dib, that your head is still abnormally large!"

Dib made a face. He knew his head-and-body size was still out of proportion, even with the growth spurt he had. He ground his teeth, "…you win this round, Zim,"

Zim then turned his attention towards Tak, who had been previously trying to sneak away from him while he was talking with Dib, "And I see my sweet female, Tak, is present!" Zim put his arm around Tak. "How about a kiss for your future lord and master?"

A few seconds later, Tak hit Zim in his eye. Zim let out a stream of curses in Irken (which will not be translated into English for the sake of the children).

"Ouch!" Dib said to Tak, "Remind me to never get on your bad side!"

"You won't need a reminder," Tak answered coolly.

The bell rang and the first class Dib had to report to was History 101. His teacher was a bent over man, probably around the age of 60 or so, with a bald head, tiny glasses, and a lobotomy scar across his forehead. He was bent over the desk, looking at his classmates.

"Good day to you, class. I will be your History teacher, Mr. Bittersweet," said the teacher, "In this class, we will be studying the long and sad history of people trying to get along…also known as various wars and blood feuds,"

Dib was the only one in the class who was close to having a mental breakdown. 'It's Ms. Bitters reincarnated!' Dib thought, sensing impending doom from the teacher and the History class.

Gaz was having her own troubles in Pre-Algebra with her teacher. she was a woman, in her mid-20s, with curly blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and freckles.

"Hi ya class! My name is Jennifer Honeywell and boy do I love teaching!" the woman proclaimed, "Now let's get down to business and talk about what I love the most – basic algebraic equations!"

'My urge to kill is rising,' Gaz thought.

Out of the two of them, Zim probably had the worst subject of all to deal with.

"Okay, you guys can drool or pay attention, I don't give a damn. My pay is so low I have to eat road kill," said the teacher, Mr. MacHale, "And welcome to Sex Ed – the main point of this class being so that you kids don't run around knocking each other up. Now, to start off, we're going to learn about the magical time known as 'puberty'. Puberty begins when…"

After hearing about ten minuets of the lecture about puberty, Zim threw up repeatedly.

The worst class for all three of them came before lunch.

"Okay," said the gym teacher, sighing, "we all know that physical education isn't really a class and nobody gives a rat's ass if you pass or not. But, as your teacher, I have but one question to ask you two: why are you two not changed?"

Zim and Dib were the only students who didn't bring gym bags.

"The cat ate my gym bag," Dib answered.

"Gym bag? What is this 'gym bag' you speak of?" Zim said, "I know of no 'gym bag'!"

Mr. Dunn sighed, "Okay, since it's the first day of school, I'll cut you two some slack. Hit the benches!"

So Dib and Zim were left to sit on the benches in the auditorium and watch everyone else play soccer. A silence went between the two for the first few minuets.

"Zim, did Tak and you really go at it?" Dib asked.

"Of course!" Zim said, "No female can resist the charms of Zim!"

A few seconds later, a soccer ball collided with Zim's face. While Zim was cursing again in Irken and Dib was laughing, enjoying the alien's pain, the bell rang.

"Okay, class is over! Everybody hit the showers and I'll see you here tomorrow!" Mr. Dunn said, "Dib! Zim! Pick up the equipment and mop up that blood over there!"

At this moment, Dib and Zim both found something they could hate – the gym teacher and the class.

Lunch, as the sign outside the cafeteriahad dictated, was something called "spamiches and cheese". Dib sat next to Tak and looked at the lunch placed on their tray by the lunch ladies. It appeared to him to be a square grey-pink blob of something, except that his blob had a chicken foot and a beak sticking out of it. Tak's grey-pink blob appeared to have an eye and chicken feathers.

"My meat product appears contains what appears to be a human eye and bird feathers," Tak said to Dib.

"Mine has a foot and a beak. Wanna trade?" Dib asked. He then changed the subject, "So, Tak…what are you doing after school?"

Tak sighed and tried to find an excuse but couldn't formulate one at the moment. She sighed again and looked at Dib, "Dib, how can I explain this to you so that your simple human brain can grasp it? I don't…look like…this…normally. We are far too different to actually be compatible. And anyways…"

"TAK!"

Tak groaned, "Oh shit…Zim…"

Zim took his rightful seat next to Tak, snuffling right next to her as if he was her lap dog, "So my sweet Tak, I assume you were lonely without Zim!"

A few seconds later, Zim found Tak's spamich crammed down his wind pipe. Zim made hacking noises as his air passage was blocked.

Tak then continued on her conversation with Dib, "I'm sorry about your human feelings, Dib, but our relationship would not work out in the end,"

Dib did his very best to not let the actual hurt of what Tak had said show up on his face.

"What do you think about all those rumors running around?"

Gaz looked at Dib, but said nothing about it. They were walking home from school.

"I mean," Dib said, speaking to Gaz, "you don't think they're true, do you? I mean, Tak and Zim hate each other and Zim's way too self centered to really think about anyone else. It would be beyond weird if they just suddenly –"

"You noticed that Tak didn't say 'no' right away, right?" Gaz said, cutting him off.

"What?" Dib said.

Gaz looked at him, "Back in the hallway, when I asked her about the rumor, she didn't say 'no' right away. She paused and then she said 'no',"

Dib shrugged, "Yeah, so?"

"And you noticed how Zim is following Tak around?" Gaz said, "All rumors come from somewhere,"

Gaz then continued walking away from Dib, not saying anymore on the subject. What Gaz had stated remained stuck in Din's head for the remainder of the day. He sat up in his room, trying to read the assigned pages in his thick History book but found he couldn't. It was too hot. The temperature had suddenly shot up after lunch time and continued on through the day. He was sweating even though he was wearing only some shorts and a T-shirt.

"It's too fucking hot!" Dib growled out loud, flinging the book on the ground, "It's freaking September! I'm sweating like crazy! What's up with this heat wave? The polar ice caps are going to melt at this rate!"

Still, he couldn't help but think about Tak.

'I hope she's okay,' Dib thought, 'Rumors can really do bad things to your self esteem,'

Dib, being the target of bullying throughout his previous childhood, had a good knowledge about this.

Tak had been occupying the abandoned Dee-Lishus Weenie Factory on the edge of town. She was sweating as well. Even though the sun had decided to set, the heat had not gone away. Tak sat on one of the crates had had one contained weenies and typed on her laptop. Her sweating had been so bad that the liquid had short circuited her hologram of her human disguise and she had to turn it off for a little while so that she could fix it later.

'This heat is unbearable! How can humans stand to live in his unpredictable weather?' Tak thought. Her olive skin was glistened with sweat, 'Not even the planet Krake-6 was this hot in the summer and that planet has three suns! I have to find out the cause of this heat wave or…huh?'

Tak looked at the solar system layout beamed down to her from one of her satellites in space. On the map, a beeping red icon was seen coming towards the planet Earth. 'It has to be a ship,' Tak thought. She clicked onto the icon to get the ship details and gasped at what she had found. 'Not only is it an alien ship,' Tak thought, 'But it's a Kri ship. I thought they were extinct,'

Tak studied the details of the ship given to her by her computer and sat back in thought after learning all of this.

'The ship is using a plasma drive – the same stuff that powers the sun,' Tak thought, 'That would explain the heat wave, but it doesn't explain why a Kri ship is in this system, or why it's even headed towards this planet. And didn't the Kri race die out 50 years ago?'

"insert random stupid comment here" – Zerosoul