So, are you liking my not-shitty version of DotS? (Wait...Crap, forgot the acronyms) I am. Okay so if you haven't noticed a good portion of the beginning will be told from Tak's POV, I like how she sounds now. Anyway so yeah recap. Sumer-Loon makes Irkens horny, Tak doesn't have the douche she needs to stop it, and she's in danger of raping Zim. Any questions? No? Okay then.

Also if anyone trolls me on not specifying who the argument is with then I will stab you with a fork for being dumb.

Also, anyone else heard the song We Could be the Same by MANGA?

Temptations

Tak

"Zim would make a much better Romeo than a filthy human like you!"

"No! You don't even know what love is!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

Zim and Dib continued to fight unaware of my presence; they still fought like they did two years ago. I was shocked by how Zim had grown. He had grown far past any Irken I had seen in person, other than that though...He was still completely recognizable.

I sighed as my episode seemed to be waning off. I crossed the classroom unnoticed before sitting down in a seat nearest towards the emergency exit (The exit that led into a classroom on protected sex with a loud teacher, but beggars have never been choosers) I looked down onto the script and cleared my throat and began to read...

"Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend."

I paused and read the prologue again in my head, smiling at this script. I had always had an appreciation of theatre, it was one of the few things I enjoyed in every species; the satisfaction of creating a unique universe and the ability to control it to lead in whatever direction you chose.
I read over all of the lines and decided that this particular play must lead towards the inevitable death of the main subjects. A tragedy that triggered the end to the main conflict, the type of plays that I have always treasured most. I suddenly felt chills, and thought for a second that the first four lines of the prologue were somehow troubling and disconcerting towards my mind.

I glanced across the room towards Zim who had finally triumphed Dib in the argument by pushing him into a trashcan (and causing the entire room to erupt in laughter) and was now staring intently at me.

I am just like you

I shook my head. I was just like him species-wise, I needed to be the opposite of him; a human, smart. His antennae twitched, his breathing quickened as if he had just discovered a horrid secret about me that somehow devastated him. As if he recognized me.

Predation.

I was confused with that last thought that came into my head, but was all the more likely. It is unlikely for Irkens to experience Sumer-Loon at the same time, they would have to share the same age and day, but the look that I was given was akin to a lion stalking a baby fawn. My hands grew clammy again and my blood-pressure rose.

No! He's alert! He's looking for something!

The commanding voice was crying out in vain, once an episode begins it can only be stopped by the hormone. The same hormone in which neither of us were in possession of currently. I averted my eyes down towards my script, but it was too late. Zim had noticed and made his way across the room as I read the part where Juliet stabbed herself.

Zim sat down in front of me to observe me more closely. Funny if he worked this hard on anything else he ever did in life then maybe he wouldn't be such a complete failure. Suddenly I saw a glint in his eyes that I had never seen (other than in a mirror in my own eyes when I was a smeet)

"Who are you?"

I shot up at his question and smiled playfully at him. I cannot fight Sumer-Loon but I can play the game, and without revealing who I am either. And once this month is over (or perhaps tonight if I find what I'm looking for) I can conquer this planet and murder him separately.

"In the same predicament as you" I responded cryptically, the truth and irony dripping out before me. Zim tried desperately to analyze my body-language, but I kept my actions and dialogue obscure to prevent any further temptation.

Dib had taken notice of the exchange and also sat down in front of me, this annoyed me. I was perfectly fine with an Irken taking interest in me (even one as horrible as Zim) because it was temporary and during Sumer-Loon we are truly equal, but a human? That is just insulting.

"Go away Dib," I hissed at him, not taking the care to monitor my voice or posture. Suddenly Zim gained a look of horrified recognition on his face before falling over in shock. Dib had not seemed to notice (or if he did, he possibly took joy in it) and pulled out the script to discuss it with me.

I could go into description of what we spoke about, and what the value of the conversation meant to me, and how Zim was completely out of the conversation...Or I could cut out my tongue and feed it to some hobo on the street. Either way shows my interest in what Dib was saying.

The rest of class continued with one conversation of trying to understand the themes of the play. I took away from it that with fighting inevitably arrives death, and that death is the only true solution to the conflict of fighting

...His was that young love is foolish.

Not a pleasant place to spend my only hobby.

Finally as if some deity had been hearing my complaints, the class had finally ended. As luck would have it, this was my only class with Zim.

Once the day is over, I can finally deal with this problem and move on with my life.

Outside Zim's Base, 2:55 a.m.

I stared at the ugly blemish of the street with lust. It would never compare to my base, but for right now it is my only hope to continue my mission. Every breath I made while staring at it was deep and shakily exhaled. I could wait no longer, and I was aware of that fact. My hands trembled so terribly that I could barely contain myself as I exited the bush.

I tried to strut across the cul-de-sac without seeming out of the ordinary, but anyone looking at me could tell that I was not only frightened, but in pain. It never occurred to me the full extent of Sumer-Loon included abdominal pain and other worse symptoms. It was one of those events that made conceiving a smeet tempting, rather than suffering this condition.

No, you know a smeet is worse

I nodded. I could not care for a smeet, and it was illegal to stay on a Non-Irken Empire owned planet with one, for if we were discovered a smeet would quickly tell the native species everything it knew about the empire, they were not trained like us invaders.

But...I knew that trying to fix this issue risked that situation for me.

No, it is necessary, it must be done

I reached Zim's front door and turned around to look behind me. It wasn't too late, but if I went in here... I cringed in pain, almost falling down on the front doorstep...A scenario that would have seemed humorous to a bystander who was aware of the situation, but broke my will.

I gripped the doorknob

And I cast the die

I crept into the base unnoticed (or at least if I was noticed, the computer didn't care) and scanned the room. It was empty and pitch black, but carried the most disturbing feel to it that again I thought about turning around and making for my base, but I decided against it. This was far too important to sacrifice because of a little chill.

I felt around the walls and sofa for some sort of entry into his base. The walls were bare, excluding the painting of a monkey that seemed to follow my every movement, so I felt the couch.

I fell. Hard.

While I was trying to feel the sides of the couch, I tripped on some sort of camera (that probably belonged to Dib at one point or another, but for now seemed abandoned) and landed onto the couch. And then the damned couch lifted up (which then knocked me off of it and I fell for a good three feet) into a tube.

And that tube was thirteen ft. deep. But it got me to where I was going (or at least closer to it) I slowly stood up, now reaching for any sort of light along the walls, but for the most part the walls seemed as empty as the ones upstair-

Dammit!

I quickly pulled my hand away and used the sparse lighting to survey my wounds. I had cut a deep gash into my hand, which was now bleeding profusely. But as I looked up, an endless amount of relief washed over me; I had sliced my hand on a hole in the wall- the type of hole cut from spider legs, it was a perfect square and just big enough for me to squeeze through.

I fell into a room that was most likely used for some sort of storage and sighed a huge sigh of relief as I noticed a very small box in the corner. It was an Irken black box, the box used for transporting hormones- and unless Zim's been on some sort of gene therapy, this should hold the hormone that I desperately needed to salvage.

I picked up the box and shot it open; I didn't care anymore! If Zim found me, I could inject myself with the hormone and die! I looked inside the box and was immediately dismayed.

One? There's only one?
"What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?"
I shouted, frustrated and confused. I could still salvage this, but I'd need a helluva lot more syringes before I could make enough hormone to last the entire month. Angrily, I threw the box against the wall, sputtering all the curses I knew in Irken and in English before finally collapsing to the ground in tears.
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"Dammit! It isn't fair!" I wept. I couldn't contain myself any longer, all the hate, all the spite, all the frustration and anger I built up for the world around me burst out in one long stream of tears. Why the hell did this only happen to me? Didn't that great deity up in the sky have someone else to pick on?

Well, at least you aren't Zim

I got control of myself for a few seconds at that thought. I wasn't a failure, I wasn't abandoned, and I surely to Irk wasn't hated by everything. In fact, I could survive Sumer-Loon, I survived two years without anything at all!

Except that hormone.

Yes. All I had was that hormone. Food runs out, transportation eventually fails, but I only used that hormone once a year...And now my lack of preservation has made me pay the ultimate price: humiliation.

I felt a gnawing suspicion growing in my neck, so I stood up and took one more quick glance around after finding and grabbing the hormone. The room seemed as dark as it has always been, mimicking the soul of a woman (or man) who's risked everything for nothing at all.

I stood up with the tiny syringe and prepared to leave when the lights flickered on. I froze mid-stride and stared horrified as Zim walked in. From the weakness of his gait, I could tell he had probably been awakened by my gunshot onto the box.

Unaware of anything I could possibly say or do (short of killing him, and I wouldn't want to do that because then I would get mixed up in the authorities of this planet) I stood in the plain light, my disguise flickering as my brain froze.

"Tak?" Zim asked tired. (I smiled lightly at how he wasn't completely oblivious) I nodded quickly, hoping that if I tried hard enough I could be gone before he could register he was being robbed.

Suddenly his eyes darted to the syringe in my hand, and he registered in that instant who I was and what I was doing. He leaped off the stairs directly in front of my position almost in one single move. He snatched the syringe.

My temperature rose immediately as I watched my only hope snatched away from me; I sliced part of Zim's face open and we collapsed onto the ground wrestling each other over the tiny four dollar vial that contained our only hopes to live normal lives, separately.

Zim worked hard to contain the bleeding in his face while keeping the syringe out of my reach, and when he sat up (I was curled around his waist, in a manner in which even the slightest twitch could snap my legs, and he couldn't use the syringe without me grabbing it) I finally noticed exactly how tall he had grown.

No, not now! I can't start an episode right here!

I suddenly gasped horrified and jumped for the syringe, breaking free I reached it.

I reached it and knocked it all the way across the room into a corner, where it proceeded to snap in two and empty.

My muscles relaxed as the sound of breaking glass sunk into my head. My breath quickened and what part of my wound was healed, now poured out as my blood-pressure rose. I looked up at Zim who shared my same horrified expression, and breathed deeply.

Zim is in the middle of an episode, and I am just starting mine. I looked around at my surroundings, Me on top of Zim, tightly holding each other, watching our self-control drain out in-front of us.

Zim and I fell on the floor and stared into each others eyes and fixed our problem using the only option we had left.

He slowly started to peel my skin-tight dress away from my breasts.

Suck -_-' you all thought you were going to read a roaring sex scene, didn't you? Well I can't, Irken sex is so much more complex than humans. So, they've mated, I feel so sorry for Zim and Tak... I'll reward anyone who gets the camera reference that I inserted.

If you are confused on how Tak fell thirteen feet, rolled into an elevator and then fell through the roof without being unconscious, just look at it this way: She falls thirteen feet, hits head, gets mild concussion, stumbles into elevator and falls, she probably wouldn't of noticed the stumbling. The hole was there from Plague of Babies. READ AND REVIEW OR I WILL RETURN THE UNEDITED VERSION.

P.S. I am so very sorry I have hardly given anyone, but Tak any lines here, but the beginning is mainly about her. Zim'll have more lines next chapter.