Chapter two. All in one day. Amazing. Well, here goes three... hope you
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--Chapter Two - Tick, Tick, Said the Annoying Clock on the Wall--
A faint, soft jazz rhythm was playing in the large relaxing chambers. In the corner of the room, she sat, enjoying the plush feel to her couch, and rather not enjoying the music Mimi was playing to assist her nerves.
She was Tak, an Irken girl with creamy mint-colored skin and deep amethyst eyes. Her attire consisted of a purplish uniform with black pants and steel- toe, knee-high leather boots. Her pupiless gaze wasn't visible at the moment as she rubbed her temples, trying her hardest not to yell at the underly helpful SIR unit. Finally, she peered over at her. "Mimi. Please."
The robot must have responded, because her expression changed just slightly with annoyance towards her, although it wasn't someone just listening in on the conversation could hear. Tak shook her head. "It's not helping, really. It's just...not."
Why the girl was so tense was no question. Again, the Tallest had refused to listen to her. Although she had made an increase in height, it still wasn't very pleasing eye candy for her leaders. She knew that this planet had its worth; it was just a different type of value. They had insisted that it was no better than anything Zim had to say, which was a true insult. He had been the cause of the unfortunate leave of the Almighty Tallest before them, the power collapse of half the planet Tak had been training on, the death of half the people working in the Tallest's operations building, and the fall of Operation: Impending Doom, and somehow her word was only as good as his. It really disgusted her. Besides that, Zim had grown taller, too, proving to be more of a nuisance, she had the highest grades in Hi Skool, excluding World History, making her a target for all of the special education students, and that Dib child was still stalking her, camera in hand, for hours at a time.
Basically, she had an average life for an Irken female living on another planet, trying to prove to the Tallest that she was an Invader.
Slowly, the volume of the music decreased, failing to nothing. She nodded in approval to her companion in world conquest.
Her "life" hadn't changed much since she was on Earth before. She figured the humans wouldn't really have noticed her row of absentees years ago. Even if they did, she could simply explain that she was helping her family move in, what with the new building for the Dee-Lishus Weenie Corporation being destroyed. She'd had to erase part of the Weenie-human's mind, though, and put him back to work as her father. It was all with good effort that everything worked out, but in the end, it did.
And that horrible Dib... She was going to make him stop following her around. Make him stop taking pictures of everything he could get his hands on. And she was going to simply kill Zim if he continued his destruction of her labs. It was just... not fun.
Mimi cocked her head to the side, catching Tak's attention once more. It stood, glancing back to see if her master had heard, also, and finding that she hadn't, darted out of the room, fading in the blink of an eye to a black cat with glowing red eyes. Once the disguise was on, it became near impossible to see with the speed and black floor as interference.
Tak uncomfortably shifted in her seat, which now felt more like a bed of nails to her as she anxiously watched for the SIR unit's response to the sound. A few seconds later, she returned, mouse in her mouth, adding an arrogant stride to her movement. It sat in front of Tak, who winced, and began tearing it apart. She looked up for approval.
"Yes...you destroyed the intruder... didn't you?"
Mimi puffed her chest out in pride and faded out of the disguise.
~
"Nnn..." Dib groaned as he pulled himself into the house at about one in the morning. His lungs and throat were pained from the yelling match he and Zim had become involved in, and his right side hurt from the slice Zim had given him when finally angered beyond reasonable thinking. If he ever thought reasonably.
He made his way into the kitchen, pulling a clean dishrag from the shelf and dampening it in the large, steel sink just below the sunrise view window. Thankful that he wasn't seeing a sunrise from it, he pulled the door to the freezer open with a puff of air as the vacuum deactivated. He reached in for a couple of cubes, popping one into his mouth casually, then began to walk toward the den once more, leaving it to swing shut on its own. Once he reached the couch, the boy thrust himself onto it, landing on his back with his feet hanging off, one over the arm, and one barely on the sofa at all.
He swished the ice cube around in his mouth, allowing the mixture of freezing cold and heat make a cool liquid on his dry tongue. As he did so, he wrapped the ice in the rag, and placed it over his forehead, and gave a both contented and exhausted sigh. A light appeared from the hallway, causing him to wince. He looked in the general direction, immediately recognizing the tall figure.
"Where have you been?"
"Out. Doing stuff. Head...in pain."
"Must you overly dramatize everything?" He folded his arms.
Dib didn't respond aloud, and simply rolled onto his side, now facing the backing of the couch, and not his father.
"Son, don't you have any respect for the rules in this household?"
He frowned. "You know I do. It's not my fault."
"And whose is it?"
"You wouldn't listen."
The professor paused, rubbing his chin. "Let me guess. You were kept out late by that poor foreign kid you accuse of being from another planet, and he decided to turn you into Super Headache Boy?"
He scowled, rolling over even more, and shrugging his shoulders. He was given a full minute before his father shook his head, sighing, and returned to his room. A light click was heard, and the room returned to darkness. Dib shut his eyes, allowing them to adjust before he reopened them. A street lamp coated his side with pale, blue light, and otherwise, the room was dark beyond normal human sight. He rolled over and removed his glasses, set them on the table, then shut his eyes and drifted off...
The next morning, he awoke with a start. Something, or someone, had a decent grip on his shirt, and he had a sharp feeling in the pit of his gut about who it was. Suddenly, he had another sharp pain, and this one wasn't instinct.
"Get.. up!"
Dib barely managed to open his eyes, due to the fact that he was in so much pain. The owner of the voice most definitely was stronger than average girls her age. "G-gaz..."
"Get... up... now!" She seemed to hover there, giving him a sense of doom. Her wine-red hair was fluffed out, but only so that it shaded her face, and was obviously gelled down to give it sharp edges, rather than curls. Her eyes were squinted, and her teeth bared. As usual, her clothes were dark in color. A black jumper outlined her curves, and the gray stripes completed her limbs. Her favorite skull necklace swung threateningly above his face. The whole image may have been blurry, but for that, he was ever grateful. "You're going to make us late. Dad says I can't walk alone 'cause I'm a girl. Get up."
He groaned, rubbing his eyes, and reaching for the glasses. Upon the feel of smooth glass against his sensitive fingertips, he wrapped them about them and pulled them to his face. Satisfied with her work, Gaz upright herself. Dib blinked repeatedly, still adjusting his eyesight. "What time-- ?"
"Seven thirty-four." Her voice was calm, cold enough to freeze over the entire state of Hawaii.
"WHAT?" He immediately kicked into emergency wake up mode, and raced upstairs, not giving it another thought. After tripping twice, he made it to his room, and slammed the door behind him.
Gaz quirked a brow, then sat on the couch, indifferent of the eventual outcome for the most part. She just knew that it would please her father more with perfect attendance. However, she'd have to settle with near- perfect, since she'd missed days already in fits of fury at Dib. //Hey,// she pondered, //at least it ticked him off.//
Only three minutes later, Dib burst from his room, sat on the rail, and slid down. Unfortunately, the boy had bad reflexes, and dropped to the floor about halfway. He hopped to his feet and glanced over to see if Gaz had noticed. Finding one of the widest grins he'd ever seen, Dib drooped his head and headed for the door, his younger sibling in close tow.
~
--Chapter Two - Tick, Tick, Said the Annoying Clock on the Wall--
A faint, soft jazz rhythm was playing in the large relaxing chambers. In the corner of the room, she sat, enjoying the plush feel to her couch, and rather not enjoying the music Mimi was playing to assist her nerves.
She was Tak, an Irken girl with creamy mint-colored skin and deep amethyst eyes. Her attire consisted of a purplish uniform with black pants and steel- toe, knee-high leather boots. Her pupiless gaze wasn't visible at the moment as she rubbed her temples, trying her hardest not to yell at the underly helpful SIR unit. Finally, she peered over at her. "Mimi. Please."
The robot must have responded, because her expression changed just slightly with annoyance towards her, although it wasn't someone just listening in on the conversation could hear. Tak shook her head. "It's not helping, really. It's just...not."
Why the girl was so tense was no question. Again, the Tallest had refused to listen to her. Although she had made an increase in height, it still wasn't very pleasing eye candy for her leaders. She knew that this planet had its worth; it was just a different type of value. They had insisted that it was no better than anything Zim had to say, which was a true insult. He had been the cause of the unfortunate leave of the Almighty Tallest before them, the power collapse of half the planet Tak had been training on, the death of half the people working in the Tallest's operations building, and the fall of Operation: Impending Doom, and somehow her word was only as good as his. It really disgusted her. Besides that, Zim had grown taller, too, proving to be more of a nuisance, she had the highest grades in Hi Skool, excluding World History, making her a target for all of the special education students, and that Dib child was still stalking her, camera in hand, for hours at a time.
Basically, she had an average life for an Irken female living on another planet, trying to prove to the Tallest that she was an Invader.
Slowly, the volume of the music decreased, failing to nothing. She nodded in approval to her companion in world conquest.
Her "life" hadn't changed much since she was on Earth before. She figured the humans wouldn't really have noticed her row of absentees years ago. Even if they did, she could simply explain that she was helping her family move in, what with the new building for the Dee-Lishus Weenie Corporation being destroyed. She'd had to erase part of the Weenie-human's mind, though, and put him back to work as her father. It was all with good effort that everything worked out, but in the end, it did.
And that horrible Dib... She was going to make him stop following her around. Make him stop taking pictures of everything he could get his hands on. And she was going to simply kill Zim if he continued his destruction of her labs. It was just... not fun.
Mimi cocked her head to the side, catching Tak's attention once more. It stood, glancing back to see if her master had heard, also, and finding that she hadn't, darted out of the room, fading in the blink of an eye to a black cat with glowing red eyes. Once the disguise was on, it became near impossible to see with the speed and black floor as interference.
Tak uncomfortably shifted in her seat, which now felt more like a bed of nails to her as she anxiously watched for the SIR unit's response to the sound. A few seconds later, she returned, mouse in her mouth, adding an arrogant stride to her movement. It sat in front of Tak, who winced, and began tearing it apart. She looked up for approval.
"Yes...you destroyed the intruder... didn't you?"
Mimi puffed her chest out in pride and faded out of the disguise.
~
"Nnn..." Dib groaned as he pulled himself into the house at about one in the morning. His lungs and throat were pained from the yelling match he and Zim had become involved in, and his right side hurt from the slice Zim had given him when finally angered beyond reasonable thinking. If he ever thought reasonably.
He made his way into the kitchen, pulling a clean dishrag from the shelf and dampening it in the large, steel sink just below the sunrise view window. Thankful that he wasn't seeing a sunrise from it, he pulled the door to the freezer open with a puff of air as the vacuum deactivated. He reached in for a couple of cubes, popping one into his mouth casually, then began to walk toward the den once more, leaving it to swing shut on its own. Once he reached the couch, the boy thrust himself onto it, landing on his back with his feet hanging off, one over the arm, and one barely on the sofa at all.
He swished the ice cube around in his mouth, allowing the mixture of freezing cold and heat make a cool liquid on his dry tongue. As he did so, he wrapped the ice in the rag, and placed it over his forehead, and gave a both contented and exhausted sigh. A light appeared from the hallway, causing him to wince. He looked in the general direction, immediately recognizing the tall figure.
"Where have you been?"
"Out. Doing stuff. Head...in pain."
"Must you overly dramatize everything?" He folded his arms.
Dib didn't respond aloud, and simply rolled onto his side, now facing the backing of the couch, and not his father.
"Son, don't you have any respect for the rules in this household?"
He frowned. "You know I do. It's not my fault."
"And whose is it?"
"You wouldn't listen."
The professor paused, rubbing his chin. "Let me guess. You were kept out late by that poor foreign kid you accuse of being from another planet, and he decided to turn you into Super Headache Boy?"
He scowled, rolling over even more, and shrugging his shoulders. He was given a full minute before his father shook his head, sighing, and returned to his room. A light click was heard, and the room returned to darkness. Dib shut his eyes, allowing them to adjust before he reopened them. A street lamp coated his side with pale, blue light, and otherwise, the room was dark beyond normal human sight. He rolled over and removed his glasses, set them on the table, then shut his eyes and drifted off...
The next morning, he awoke with a start. Something, or someone, had a decent grip on his shirt, and he had a sharp feeling in the pit of his gut about who it was. Suddenly, he had another sharp pain, and this one wasn't instinct.
"Get.. up!"
Dib barely managed to open his eyes, due to the fact that he was in so much pain. The owner of the voice most definitely was stronger than average girls her age. "G-gaz..."
"Get... up... now!" She seemed to hover there, giving him a sense of doom. Her wine-red hair was fluffed out, but only so that it shaded her face, and was obviously gelled down to give it sharp edges, rather than curls. Her eyes were squinted, and her teeth bared. As usual, her clothes were dark in color. A black jumper outlined her curves, and the gray stripes completed her limbs. Her favorite skull necklace swung threateningly above his face. The whole image may have been blurry, but for that, he was ever grateful. "You're going to make us late. Dad says I can't walk alone 'cause I'm a girl. Get up."
He groaned, rubbing his eyes, and reaching for the glasses. Upon the feel of smooth glass against his sensitive fingertips, he wrapped them about them and pulled them to his face. Satisfied with her work, Gaz upright herself. Dib blinked repeatedly, still adjusting his eyesight. "What time-- ?"
"Seven thirty-four." Her voice was calm, cold enough to freeze over the entire state of Hawaii.
"WHAT?" He immediately kicked into emergency wake up mode, and raced upstairs, not giving it another thought. After tripping twice, he made it to his room, and slammed the door behind him.
Gaz quirked a brow, then sat on the couch, indifferent of the eventual outcome for the most part. She just knew that it would please her father more with perfect attendance. However, she'd have to settle with near- perfect, since she'd missed days already in fits of fury at Dib. //Hey,// she pondered, //at least it ticked him off.//
Only three minutes later, Dib burst from his room, sat on the rail, and slid down. Unfortunately, the boy had bad reflexes, and dropped to the floor about halfway. He hopped to his feet and glanced over to see if Gaz had noticed. Finding one of the widest grins he'd ever seen, Dib drooped his head and headed for the door, his younger sibling in close tow.