The same day, in Zim's home..
Gir, a newly rebuilt Gir, sits on Zim's pink couch and watches his favorite show. Well, every show was his favorite, but the Angry Monkey Show was his most. Gir was quite happy with the upgrades Zim had given him. Gir now stood as tall as Zim, and the other humans, and Gir's body figure and looks now resembled that more of a human. Just with light grayish skin, and blue hair. He had Zim buy him a pair of jeans and turn his old dog costume into a hooded jacket.
Zim opens the front door, drawing Gir's attention, and then shuts it. Gir knew about his masters nightmares, and how it was better not to bring them up. "Hello master. How was skool?" Gir asks happily.
"Eh." Zim grunts, and walks into the kitchen. "Would you like some nachos Gir?"
Gir squeals and claps his hands, very excitedly. "Oh yes, thank you master!" He says. Zim throws his wig to the side and pops out his contacts as he walks into his little kitchen. He opens the cupboards and pulls out a bag of chips. "Computer?" Zim calls. "Yes, master?" The robotic voice asks, from seemingly nowhere. "Bring me the nacho cheese."
"Yes master."
The front door opens and then slams shut again, but Zim doesn't glance up as his attention is focused on trying to open the bag of chips. "Gir? I thought we were having nachos?" Zim asks, almost sounding disappointed. Zim has come to love Gir more, since his intelligence upgrade. "It's not me master, it's-"
"Zim!" Gaz says, demanding attention. "Gaz." Gir finishes.
This makes Zim look up, and comes eye to eye with Gaz. "Oh, hello Gaz. Would you like some nachos?" Zim offers.
"I saw you looking at me when you came into class today, Zim." Gaz says, ignoring the offer. "Yes, and you looked right back. What's your point?" Zim questions.
"Well, I noticed you looked at me yesterday to."
"And?"
"AND the day before that."
Zim gives up trying to open the bag for the moment, and stares at Gaz. Gaz was happy he couldn't read minds, because all she could think about was the beautiful color of Zim's eyes. She put the thought aside. "What do you want, Gaz?" Zim demands. Gaz raises an eyebrow at Zim, irritated at his tone. "Why are you staring at me all the time?"
Zim sighs, trying to work up his courage, but instead decides to stall for time. "First of all, human, I'm not staring. I'm merely glancing at you. There is a difference." He says. Gaz growls at him, menacingly, and crosses her arms. Zim inhales... But his squeedily-spoodge flips and he cant bring himself to say what he thinks. "Because..." Zim thinks quickly and says the first thing that pops into his head. "The clock is right behind you."
That was dumb.
"What? The clock?" Gaz questions, confused. "You're lying Zim, and I hate liars." Zim rolls his eyes, and licks his lips. "Well, YOU are trespassing. I never invited you into my home, and so you must be breaking and entering." Zim responds, smugly. A vein practically pops from Gaz's head in frustration.
"Zim." She growls, demanding a forward answer. Zim is to stubborn, though, and Gaz soon realizes this after a few minutes of silence.
Zim glances over Gaz's thin form, giving her a quick once over. Her violet hair splashing down to the middle of her back, her black hoody halfway unzipped to reveal a pink and black striped undershirt, matching her leggings underneath the small black skirt around her waist. She didn't notice him check her out.
"Zim, seriously, tell me now or I will pluck out your eyes and feed them to you." Gaz threatens. Zim crosses his own arms and sighs. Gaz would be angry at him for what came next. "That, Gaz-human, is why you have all but no friends." Gaz almost recoiled in shock at the unexpected statement. "What... What the HELL did you just say to me?" Gaz demands, raising her voice to threatening levels. She lashes out and wraps her hand around the Irken invaders throat, her fingernails digging into the soft like flesh. 'Wow... His skin is so... It's almost like silk.' Gaz thinks, as Zim coughs and gags.
Zim grabs Gaz's wrist, desperately trying to free himself from her grasp. She slams him against the wall, his PAK clanging against the fake drywall surface. Gaz pushes the thought of Zim's skin out of her mind and shoots daggers from her eyes into Zim's. After she has decided Zim has had enough she releases him and he grabs the red mark on his neck, coughing and hacking. After a few moments he regains himself, and looks into Gaz's eyes.
This, is his opportunity.
In an instant he places a hand on both of Gaz's cheeks, and leans in at lightning speeds. His green lips connect with her pale white ones in a soft, passionate kiss. Her amber eyes fly open in shock, but she doesn't pull away. Zim is the one to break the kiss, and as he pulls away Gaz is left breathless.
"Where... The fuck did that come from...?" She mumbles finally.
"You want a straight answer on why I was looking at you? I..." Zim pauses, and swallow the lump in his throat.
"I... I think I love you. I can't take my eyes off of you. Your... Gorgeous." He blurts.
Gaz stares at him, bewildered. Suddenly she reaches out and Zim braces himself to be strangled again, but instead her hands land on his shoulders and pulls him towards her.
To his surprise, they kiss again.
"Master?" Gir calls, walking into the kitchen. Gaz rips herself away from Zim, blushing, and bolts out the door. Zim glares at Gir with an angry face, and Gir stares blankly at him. "What?" He asks, completely unaware of what he just did. Zim shakes his head and sighs, then bursts into a fit of joyous laughter. "Nothing Gir! Here, feast upon these nachos while I check on one of the experiments in the lab." Zim responds.
"Okey dokey!" Gir responds, and takes the nachos into the living room. Zim stands on the toilet, which was indeed placed inside his kitchen. "Computer, take me to hanger B." Zim orders. The platform inside his toilet begins moving down into the bowels of his underground base. A small eternity later, Zim enters an enormous room, filled with inactive SIR units with the same bodily design as Gir's new body. The only difference was the heads.
The heads were round on top, with triangular horn like spikes on either side of its head. There were no mouths and only one large eye. There were thousands upon thousands of these inactive battle bots in this hanger. At first Zim had planned to use these machines to destroy the city, but now that he had to live here these machines would only be used to gather dust...
But alas, Zim felt obliged to check there status every couple of weeks. With lightning speed Zim punches buttons into the panel in front of him. In response his computers voice booms from the ceiling. "Combat SIR's are battle ready, Zim. They will proceed to arm themselves with the pulse rifles designed for them and await your orders upon activation." It says, then adds in a small "Not like they ever WILL be activated..."
Zim ignores this and gazes off at the robot army. Suddenly his thoughts are interrupted by flashing red lights and high pith warning sirens. "Zim, an unknown alien vessel is approaching the earth's atmosphere!" The computer exclaims. Zim snaps his attention to the monitor. "Can you identify the species of this vessel?" Zim asks.
"Affirmative. The ship appears Irken in nature, but deviated from it's original design."
"Irken? Can you confirm this?"
"Affirmative, Zim. It is indeed Irken!"
"Can you calculate a landing position?"
"Processing... Negative. The vessel is gone."
"What do you mean, gone?"
"It has dropped off of the radar Zim."
"Damn, then there is no use scanning at a higher frequency as Irken stealth tech is extraordinarily powerful."
"Indeed."
"Then we shall let things progress as they are, see where it takes us..."
Somewhere near Zim's skool...
Dust puffs up from the ground as a sleek modified Irken voot cruiser comes to a land. In a hiss of depressurization the dome opens and a hooded figure steps from the ship. "Rik?" The young, but stern voice asks. "Yes, my master." A gruff metallic voice responds from inside the ship. "Begin preparation of our base, and defense systems."
"Yes, my lord.
"Sue?"
"Yes?" A second metallic, but female voice responds. "How much longer until my sister arrives?"
"Two weeks, by my best estimate."
"Thank you, Sue."
"Your welcome... Tik."
A\N: DUN DUN DUUUUUUN. If you didn't read "New Friends and old enemies" then you don't know who he is, but if you did read it then YES. TIK. Why would I ever want to take him out? He means so much to the storyline! x]