This is very late after in my standards. But I felt like writing this because if I leave the room my mom will kill me. o.o Help me…

Anyway!

Sorry last chapter was so short. I just didn't know how to start it. But now that I have, it will be EPIC. And yes, I spell EPIC in all caps. Just like CHUCK NORRIS.

But that's just me.

xD So, how you guys liking it so far? Well, I guess that's what reviews are for. But blah.

Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim, because if I did, then I wouldn't have to write this. There would be much more of this in the show!

Warning: Slash. Guy on guy. ZimxDib. ZaDr. Please acknowledge!

Dib found himself lying on the floor, panting. Puke was all around him, soaking into his clothes. His eyes were wide and his glasses were askew.

Damn ulcers. Dib was going to have to be more careful when he ate school lunches. He hauled himself to his feet, shaking the throw up off his clothes. When his father had first diagnosed him with ulcers, Dib had thought it was stress-related. At the time, his grades had been slipping just a bit, and, as a semi-genius in the modern age, he had found that shockingly disturbing. So, yeah, he had been stressed at the time. And now, he couldn't eat lemons.

Just lemons, too.

Oranges, limes, all other citrus fruits were fine. But lemons? Those bitches got him puking up his own digestive track.

He looked around and found that he was in the bathroom attached to his bedroom. He washed his face in the sink, then cleaned up the mess he had made on the floor. He undressed until he was just in his boxers, and walked out to his large bedroom, which could also be considered his lab.

It had the usual bedroom materials – a bed, a mirror on the door, a drawer to put all his clothes in, all that jazz. But the rest of his room was covered in his lab materials. The walls were lined with newspaper articles headlined with something along the lines of, 'ALIEN SIGHTINGS – REAL OR FAKE?' And his floor was littered with little gadgets that he had made to help him in his quest to reveal Zim for the alien he was.

Dib had actually become a modern-day genius over the years. It wasn't like he was Jimmy Neutron or Einstein, but he was the best hacker for miles and he had made contraptions and got grades that still had his teachers baffled.

Just as he was rifling through his drawer to find a tank top or something to wear, he caught a movement in the corner of his eye. As an act of habit, he grabbed the nearest gadget, which he couldn't exactly tell what it was immediately, due to its shape, and aimed it towards the window.

Nothing.

He glanced at his 'weapon' first, finding that it was a tranquilizer gun that he had made in the eighth grade, and cautiously drew closer to the window. I peered out the window to see…

Nothing. Again.

What the fuck?

Dib sighed, dropping the tranq gun and walking to his bed. He glanced at the clock. 2:49 am. He sighed, crawling back into his messy bed.

Next thing he knew, he was falling down the endless darkness that swallowed him whole popularly known as sleep.

Zim, however, was wide awake. He watched from his lab camera which was shooting from Gir's vision. He sighed, realizing that Dib's life at home was nearly as uneventful as his own. Though, it might have been the fact that it was in the middle of the night. Dib wasn't that meddling and insane.

The alien narrowed his eyes and summoned his robot back to the base. The bastard must be planning something… He growled in his mind, baring his sharp teeth. Shouldn't he be the crazy and schizo comic relief?

Zim sighed and cast a sidelong glance at Gir's gigantic pile of plastic piggies. Zim smirked at the memory of fucking up Dib's life with those piggies. He turned to his computer screen. "Computer," he called for the machine to wake up, "take me to the bedroom."

"You're sleeping, sir?" The computer asked in an almost sarcastic tone. Ever since it had been taken over by Gir, Computer had gained a bit of an attitude.

"Yes." Zim replied. "Now make quick work of this. Tomorrow will be important."

Oh, indeed. The next day was very important…

**FF**

Dib scratched his head as he walked out into the kitchen. He drank milk from the carton without care and grabbed an apple for breakfast. He was still only in a tank top and a pair of black silk boxers.

"Dib! Get dressed, you pig! You're making me nauseous!" Gaz ordered.

"Grow a pair, bitch. I threw up last night." Dib retorted, watching the news, bored. He knew he would probably get killed for that statement, but he got pissed off whenever his ulcer acted up.

Suddenly, something was blocking Dib's view of the TV. He placed his apple down on the coffee table before him so as to remove the offending item.

It was a shirt.

Dib tilted his head in confusion. "Gaz? What is this?" He called, looking over to the stairs where his sister was sitting, playing her Game Slave.

"You tell me. Zim brought it by before you woke up." She yelled back.

Dib's face heated up. Did he leave it on his last 'adventure' to the alien's base? Thinking back to the event…

Yeah, he did.

Don't ask. It's a long, embarrassing, and stupidly demented story that Dib hates to remember.

But how did Zim know it was his? It's not like many people go to his house anyway, but still. I don't go there that often, do I? Thinking about it…

Yeah, he did.

Dib frowned. Geez, he'd have to stay away for a while. Which would get in the way of finding out whatever the hell Zim was planning. And just seeing the beautiful alien in general.

You could say that both boys have 'blossomed' over the years. Dib was still tall and lean, and his hands still seemed like talons to him, but he had grown into his head (finally!). He didn't have a very different style, either. He still wore the trench coat and skinny jeans, but now he wore Converse and a black shirt covered in words that didn't really mean anything to Dib. Onto Zim. He had grown taller, but was still short compared to other children his age. His teeth had grown into sharpened points, his claws had become deadly, and his eyes had darkened into a shade of scarlet.

He took Dib's breath away.

"Fuck!" Dib groaned, kicking the wall. He heard a small, almost-chuckle as soft footsteps faded, showing that Gaz had left the room. He gripped the shirt in his hands and held it to his face. Dib smelled him, his house, his aura. Dib let a small smile slip onto his face.

Chemicals.

Yay.

What Dib didn't realize was the eyes trained on him and his every move. Those eyes, whose color resembled blood dripping from a torn carcass, belonged to none other than Zim, Irken invader.

Zim was crouched on a thick branch, blending in with his skin, and staring straight throughthe window to see the lovestruck teen. He cringed at the sight of Dib's big ass smile. Seriously, what was his problem? Shouldn't he be embarrassed? Well? SHOULDN'T HE?

Zim sighed. He was going insane. Maybe it had been the sleep. Irkens didn't sleep much, so even a little bit too much was unhealthy. Convenient, right? He back slightly back into the foliage as he saw a figure exit the large house, a female figure mostly hid by a dark umbrella. The human filth's younger sister. He smirked.

Now was his chance.

He looked back into Dib's house. The genius was gone. He snickered as he opened the window and snuck in. He closed the window, looking around the living room around him. It was comfortably decorated, but there was a suffused tension combined with an intense silence that was strangely disquieting.

And Zim liked silence.

He wandered around blindly, not caring where he was going. As long as the plan went as he wanted it to, everything would be fine.

He would have all the time in the world.

He would have the world.

Suddenly, there was a loud, obnoxious music flooding from upstairs. Zim raised an eyebrow-ridge (since he didn't actually have an eyebrow to raise, just the ridge) as he heard thumping steps come down the stairs. He walked back to the main living room to see Dib dancing – literally dancing – down the stairs, air-drumming to the beat.

Dib didn't notice Zim at first, and danced to the beat of his favorite song, Puppet by Thousand Foot Krutch. He was air-drumming to the rhythm, humming along to the lyrics, and dancing down the stairs.

It's all around me,
And I can't wish this away.
You so amaze me,
You took my monster away.
It's all around me,
And I can't wish this away.
You so amaze me,
You took my monster away.
And away, and away, and away.

Then he turned towards the window and saw Zim standing there, a passive, evil look on his face. Dib gulped.

This couldn't be good.

Why was Zim there? How'd he get in the house? Where had he been hiding?

HOLYFUCKIT'SZIM! INYOURFUCKINGHOUSE! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!

Dib felt his mouth go dry. He'll reiterate:

This could NOT be good.

"Zim." He choked out. "Uh…what's up, man?" He asked.

Zim stepped closer to him, his eyes darkening, but he never said a word. This made Dib even more nervous.

"Zim?" He squeaked.

"I am going to end you."

Zim's simple words frightened Dib more than the other, obvious facts. Such as: the meaning behind the words, Zim's foreign almost-accent coming through stronger than ever before, the closeness between the two teens.

Ya wanna make it outta sight?
Somebody wanna get loud tonight?
We can hit that, flip that, settle the score,
'n' ain't nobody rock a crowd like this before.
Ya wanna make it outta sight?
Somebody wanna get live tonight?
Like an earthquake, let it shake,
Make the floor vibrate, Krutch y'all,
Back to set the record straight.

Dib ran.

His bare feet pounded against the marble floor, his heart beat heavily in his chest, his hair was pulled back in the wind of his speed, his mind was reeling.

Suddenly, Zim was in front of him, his face still unreceptive. Dib shrieked in shock and fear, and skidded away from the alien, turning to his left.

Get away, get away, get away!

Love or not, this was Dib's life.

He liked being alive.

"Oh, silly Dib," Zim's voice whispered in his ear, "you can't escape. Your minutes are limited."

Dib jumped over obstacles, trying to get away from the voice, from Zim, from his fear. From his death. "No!" He screamed.

"Your end is imminent."

"Fuck you!" Dib screeched.

"You will end."

Suddenly, Dib was in searing pain. He felt claws dig into his back, pulling him down onto the floor. Zim was suddenly standing above him, his eyes dancing with blood lust, his face pulled into a wicked smirk.

"Zim, you don't wanna do this! You don't wanna become a murderer!" Dib tried to reason, squirming on the ground.

"Oh, but you don't know the plan, Dib." Zim said softly, kneeling down.

Green talons ripped into soft, human skin. Human screams of agony tore through morning air. Sadistic, murderous laughs weaved in with the squeals..

If your gonna run, how fast ya gonna run?
And if your gonna jump, how high you gonna jump?
All you perpetrators be walkin' round frontin',
What?, you fakers afraid to stand for somethin'?
If you're gonna run, how fast ya gonna run?
And if you're gonna jump, how high ya gonna jump?
All the perpetrators be walkin' round frontin'.
Why don't you stand up and break me off somethin'?

The blood stained more than just the floor.

Whoops. Made this a big gory. ;) I wonder what could happen next…

Dib: *cowers in Zim's lap* I'm scared! Am I gonna die?

Zim: I'd never let that happen, love.

Dib: *smiles weakly*

Aw! So adorable!

Dib & Zim: *glare at me*

What? I have plans. Plus, it's only the second chapter.

Dib: Yeah, but that just shows that more dramatic shit is gonna go down.

Fuck, you've got a point. HAVE YOU BEEN READING MY MIND?

Zim: No, that was me. *smirks*

Uhm. Okay. Anyway! I love you all, dear readers! Each and every one of you! Rate, review, love!