Welcome all!

Thank you for taking interest in this story and deciding to read it!

Disclaimer- I do not own IZ or any characters.

This is kind of a dark story at first, so if you don't like, don't read.

On with the story;

(Maybe a little ZaDr eventually, so watch out.)


"Kill me."

The boy's amber eyes were pleading; he opened his mouth to continue, allowing blood to seep out of it and down his chin, gathering there before dripping to the floor. The cold metal of the Irken's robotic arms chilled his waste as he dropped his head, allowing his glasses fall off his face and into the blood on the floor.

His body fluctuated between hot and cold, the gash in his stomach pouring blood over the metal tentacle.

"You have me were you want me, so do it."

The Irken's grip loosened and he let the boy slip to the ground with a thud. He towered over the fallen, and sneered.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Hyuman…"

His scarlet eyes seemed to laugh,

"ZIM'll decide your fate later."

The boy groaned as the tentacles wrapped around him and hoisted him up into the air. The Irken began to walk away, the boy in tow, towards a narrow door.

"Now, worthless Hyuman, you'll learn to respect ZIM!" The Irken shouted and then proceeded to push the boy through the door and into the room.

The boy yelped in protest, and began to painfully lift himself up. He hit his head on the low ceiling, and growled in frustration.

He retaliated into the corner, tears of anger threatening to spill as he removed his bloody shirt and tied it tightly across the cut to lessen the bleeding.

Leaning into the wall, he began to wonder how long the Irken would keep him in the concrete room for.

Would be given food to eat, or would he starve to death?

He glared into the darkness, the Irken's luminescent eyes burned into his vision.


Days after he'd been stuck in the box, he began to become weaker than before, the blood a puddle around him distilled and dirty.

He let his tongue hang from his mouth, the dryness chaffing his lips.

In a moment, he began to wonder, if he was this desperate for water, why didn't he…

No, it was a stretch.

But still, he leaned down, careful not to break open the scab on his stomach, and lapped up the blood.

He had to admit that the blood wasn't bad, and he didn't have to think much before drinking more of it.

He pulled back and leaned his back against the wall, then smiled tiredly.

That, as weird as it was, was worth it.

The following days he'd lived off the access blood, nearly crying when it dried into the cement.

He thought for a while, wondering how he'd survive if there was no way to find nourishment.

How did he let this happen? Was he to enchanted by the way Zim'd learn to fight in the matter of seconds before he almost died to fight back?

Being the teenager he was, Dib had researched common battle strategies on 'Don'tLookLikeaDorkWhoCan'', but he'd never seen anything so… graceful.

He'd been having this problem more frequently, staring at Zim for to long. It was the Irken's fault, anyway.

He'd used some elixir to grow taller, yet still shorter than Dib, and kept his appearance a lot more human now. His dark wig was kept just shorter than his shoulder, his outfit the same, only, as Dib blushed just to remind himself, he'd never fitted it so well.

He looked like he was a lean, green, love making machine.

Trying not to go farther into his own mind, he began to wonder;

Was he a Slave now, a maid? Or… a Sex Slave? With a blush, he shook the thought out of his mind, embarrassed the thought even crossed his mind.

Was Zim going to just do away with him?

Why'd he get involved in the first place, why couldn't Zim just take over the world five years ago?

If Zim was such an enemy, then why did he feel like he'd be worthless without being able to defend the world and fight him?

With this, he began to wonder if that, plus the fact with all the enchantment in their fights, was setting him off and making him more vulnerable.

Why did it make him so open to the hits the Irken bestowed upon him?

Was what he felt something more than Enemy-ship?

He growled to himself, feeling surely outraged that something that stupid caused him to be thrown into this dungeon.

Now he felt as if his tongue was two sizes to large.

Those feelings… What was causing them?

He remembered his hologram of a father telling him that he'd feel a certain way…

But this wasn't the feeling, was it?

The attraction, the off balance around him… But He wasn't gay!

Or was he? He's never had a girlfriend, so it was hard telling.

But would having that possibility cause him to die?

Stupid aliens, stupid Irk, Stupid Zim.


On the flip side, The Irken watched from his base, the large screen in his 'living room' set to watch his enemy suffer. He cringed in disgust as the frail human shakily ducked his head into the blood. Maybe he should give him a food source?

His thoughts were interrupted by a small robot launching himself at the Irken, and he had to toss the robot off of him, still watching the screen.

His scarlet eyes softened in an emotion that he'd never experienced; the feeling being pity.

Was he softening, would his iron grip fail?

No. He'd keep the grip on this, this pond scum, and keep him to let him know that no one messes with Zim.

But the feeling stayed present, down in his nonexistent gut.

Why are things making Zim feel like this? Zim's caught his biggest enemy, his biggest threat to his plan, but yet, Zim feel so…Odd.

Was he feeling real pity? No.

After a while of watching the boy claw and pound on the walls, he began to become very bored.

What am I supposed to do now?

He almost ordered his computer, out of habit, to scan for Dib, to make sure he wasn't spying on him.

With that he sighed and leaned back into the couch.

There's nothing to do around here is there?

Earth was boring, and that was the truth. Maybe he should go make another Enemy?

No, no one else really cared about the Invader as much as Dib had…

Was what he was feeling… loneliness?

That might be it.

Zim stood and began walking toward his lab, where many nights he'd slept, ignoring Gir's screaming.

What would happen to him? Would he wither away into nothing, having no purpose?

The Tallest had finally told them that he was never a real invader, and to stop contacting them while they were destroying galaxies.

For the past three years, Dib had been the only thing entertaining him, and now he was gone, Zim had nothing to do.

Stupid hyumans, stupid Earth, Stupid Dib-stink.


Days later, Dib's body begged for liquids, and knowing that the only way to get any was through his own blood, he made a tough decision.

After clawing at the walls, his nails had become very sharp.

While biting his tongue, he clamped his fingers down on his arm and ripped open the flesh.

He quickly brought the arm up to his mouth and sucked ferociously on it. He groaned in satisfaction, and then brought the arm down, taking a deep breath.

"Are you happy? You've got what you wanted." He shouted into the still air, his voice echoing off the dark walls, "Go take over the Earth and leave me the fuck alone!"

He grunted and pulled his legs up, crossing his bloody arms around his knees. The wound on his stomach burned, and he whined as he felt the scab break and begin to bleed again,

"You got what you wanted, fucking Irken, just get it the hell over with and fucking kill already you damn bastard!" He removed his shoe and threw it weakly at the camera, which he'd just happened to notice as he cursed the air, but missed by feet.

He sighed and leaned his head against the wall.

What the fuck did this alien want with him?

The Irken in question stood in the lab next to the box, watching the monitors, studying them closely.

He sighed and leaned backwards, sliding his eyes to the boy in the screen.

"Computer, Answer Zim this; why is Zim so unsure about this decision?" He sighed, twirling his antennae in his fingers.

The computer seemed to pause, the monitor flicking as if it had to think,

"Because things won't be the same if you keep him locked up. And you hate change, trust me, you've ranted to me enough about it, so I know."

Zim took this into consideration, turning towards the wall, enraged that his plan backfired.

"So, Computer… What should Zim do?"

"I don't know… Let him go?" The computer started lazily, then drifted off, "Make a decision; he won't last for much longer if you starve him."

Zim lowered his eyes and spun to the monitor, watching the boy.

He thought for a moment, and then decided to free the boy for the entertainment it brought him to fight the mud-slinging vermin.

"Yes, Zim would miss the constant bugging of the Dib-mud." He snarled, and then began to walk toward the locked door.

"Oh, Dibby," He shouted, laughing at the snarls the teenager gave in response, "Only a few days and you're already broken? I should've captured you years ago!"

Dib rolled his eyes and beat against the wall,

"Let me out you motherfucker, I don't want to deal with you right now!" He shouted, "You asshole!"

The alien flinched, unsure of what those words meant. "Dibby," He sang sarcastically, "Zim'll let you out if you out if you admit you're…" He paused, that word, what is it? The one all the tough looking Hyumans use. That's it!

"Admit you're Zim's… bitch." He laughed, "Quiver Dib-stink, quiver! Hail the almighty ZIM!"

Dib gagged in surprise, what the hell? What the fuck was this Alien's problem… is he gay?

"What was that Dib-hyuman?"

Shit. I need to get out of here, and that's the only way!

"I'm not going to say that."

"Say it or stay in there."

Fuck.

"I, Dib, am Zim's bitch." He sighed, blushing in complete humiliation, "Now can you let me out of here?"

Pleased, Zim complied, opening the door. "Now Dib," He started, being cut off by the boy's body flying out of the room and up the stairs. His speed surprised Zim, who could tell he was still wounded by the large blood trail he left.

Stupid Hyumans, at least Zim heals in minutes!

He sighed and began turning, then noticed the bloody room. The boy's scarlet blood splashed on the floor, walls, and even dripped from the ceiling.

How was that even possible? How could he survive from the massive amount of blood he lost?

He shrugged and trotted into the elevator, exiting it as he dodged Gir's flying robotic body.

"Dammit, Gir, Settle down! Computer, clean the blood from the floors and outside. Zim doesn't need to be charged for murder." He growled, flopping down on the large couch.


The following day, the Irken arrived at Skool and sat in his usual seat, which was near the door, and teacher, awaiting the day to begin.

He smiled maniacly, as if plotting something. He waited, and waited, for hours and as skool began, he started to wonder.

Where's Dib-monkey? How dare he desert Zim?

Zim noticeably deflated, but no one seemed to notice, because Zim was just another loser to them.

The next week continued with no appearance by either Dib or Gaz, and Zim began to worry.

He deflated every time skool started without the siblings, and he pulled himself through the day with growing impatience.

Why does Zim feel so bad? Zim doesn't need anyone, Zim has himself and no one else should matter!

But this made the Irken notice something that he'd never noticed before;

He needed Dib, he needed Dib for a reason he couldn't place, but he was desperate to get the human back into his daily routine.

But that meant risking Zim's neck by going to Dib-monkey's house.

He glowered angrily, and then left the school premises, not caring that the day was halfway over.

He would get his human back if it was the last thing he did.

Knowing Dib, it just might be.


Quick ending, but I wanted to end that chapter. That took to long to type, I wanted it up by Monday .

Anyway, hope you enjoyed, and hopefully I'll get another chapter up soon!

\=) Lots of Love!\

*Also, there's a lot of cussing on Dib's part, but I'd be cussing if I had to drink my own blood to survive. :P*