(Hi everyone! Thanks for the reviews! . They made me happy. So, here's the next chapter, yes... Gaz... comes in.. so does Dib for all you Dib lovers. P.S. There is NO ROMANCE in this fanfiction. Don't go thinking I'm going ZADR or ZAGR. X.X I dun' like romances. So, here's the next chapter. Review!!)
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Chapter 4
Sleeping that night had been A LOT harder than Purple had pictured it. He ended up having to share his room with Red.. and it was bad enough that they had to sleep in the same bed. He would've denied sleeping with another male without a doubt, but it was his brother in the case. Even then though he hadn't wanted too, neither had Red... hell, trying to get into bed was hard enough because Red kept cursing at him or shoving him off saying 'STAY ON THE FLOOR!'.
Rolling his eyes, Purple tried to shove his twin just a tincy bit over. He was right on the edge, about to fall off. What made matters worse was that this was a extra big king size Irken bed. Purple had one back on the Massive, and he could've fit ten other clones of himself onto it; but since RED was laying in it... he could barely fit. Stretched out on the matress while laying on his belly, Red snored, antennae sucking into his mouth and slowly pushing back out again with each breath. His snoring wasn't quiet either, it was loud as HELL. To Purple, it sounded like a dying cow with a sore throat, to Zim... well... Zim, lucky him. He got to go sleep down in the labs where the walls were SOUND PROOF.
He grumbled to himself, finally just shoving his twin to the otherside of the bed, glaring. In response, Red snarled in his sleep, and nearly bit Purple's hand off. Eyes wide, Purple sat up, holding his nearly bitten off hand to his chest. "Dun' you touch me Charlie... I'll cut off your dick and make you EAT IT like a PICKLE..." The crimson Irken mumbled, before resuming his snoring. Staring in silence, Purple slowly laid back down, eyes generally wide. Now he knew why all the girls Red slept with would break up with him within a week. Yawning, Purple tugged the blanket up over his shoulders, rolling onto his side as he closed his eyes, trying to block out the noise.
For a short while, it worked. The snoring seemed to be fuzzed as he started to fall half asleep. Not so soon after though, he felt the chilly air of Zim's base rub against his exposed hands and feet and face. Grumbling, he cracked his eyes to realize Red had stolen all the blanket, now cozily wrapped up in a tight ball on the otherside of the bed. Whining, Purple sighed, and poked Red's left antenna, causing it to twitch. "Reeeed..." Purple half whined, half whispered. "I'm cold... gimme some blanket..." His answer was a muffled 'fuck you'.
Scowling, the blanketless alien went and rolled back to his side of the bed, glaring at the ceiling as he scrunched up and wrapped his arms around his body, trying to warm himself up as much as possible. He might've been wearing a nice, warm pair of violet pajamas, but they didn't keep his feet and hands and face warm. He needed that damn blanket, but how was he going to get it if Red didn't let him have some?? He had skool tomorrow! He didn't wanna go tired and bound to fall asleep on the first day. Irritated by now from the heavy sleeper, he grabbed the blanket, and simply tugged, ripping it from around him. Smiling happily, Purple wrapped himself up, and closed his eyes, snuggling his head on his pillow.
He had expected some type of angry reaction, but nothing happened... until Red rolled up next to him and growled, taking the blanket and wrapping himself up again. Purple surpressed curses and kept himself from throwing a punch, and then sat up, arms crossed as he pouted. Damn Red, damn cold house, damn sleep. He sighed, and his antennae sagged as his eyes trailed to the alarm clock. Bright green numbers flashed '2:04'. Purple had his alarm set for six. Great, now he wasn't going to get nearly enough sleep, if... he even got to fall asleep. His thoughts were distracted when he felt something hot and wet leak onto his leg. He paused, thinking it might just be his imagination.
He looked down, and a disgusted look crossed his face. "ZIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"HOW THE HELL CAN YOU PISS YOURSELF WHEN YOUR TWO HUNDRED AND TEN YEARS OLD RED?!" Purple snarled, glaring as he removed his pajamas and threw them into the washer, leaving himself in boxers. The other shrugged, and stretched. "I drank a lotta cherry soda before I went to sleep." He replied, antennae twitching. A much shorter, VERY irritated and tired Zim stepped into the laundry room, dragging the huge sheet that had a very, VERY large yellow stain printed on it. "You're lucky it didn't sink that far into the matress RED." Zim hissed, shoving the sheets into the washer as well.
Red sighed. "WHATS THE PROBLEM!? I FORGOT TO GO BEFORE I WENT TO BED! SO?! SO WHAT IF I PEED A LITTLE!" He countered, glaring. "A LITTLE?!" Purple laughed. "Are you kidding?! You peed like, twelve gallons it looked like!!" His violet eyes locked onto his crimson ones as they glared at each other. "Yeah well, at least I don't sleep with teddy bears!" "WHAT?! I DON'T SLEEP WITH TEDDY BEARS!" Purple roared, glaring, only to let out a surprised gasp when Red held up an oh so familiar Vortian doll. "Oh, really?" He growled, his claws locking onto an arm. "Now, we wouldn't want Vorty here to lose a limb, right?"
"No! Red! Leave Mrs. Poopsypoopoo alone!" Purple cried, eyes fearful. Red smirked cruely, his claws just barely slicing the fabric. "Whats that Mrs. Poopsypoopoo? You need surgery? Well don't you worry! I was in the medical academy for two whole weeks!" "RED NO!! YOU ALREADY GAVE MR. POOPSYPOOPOO SURGERY AND HE DIDN'T LIVE!!!" Purple cried. "ENOUGH!!!!!" Zim snarled, causing the two of them to look down at him. Huffing, Zim stole the doll from Red's grasp, and shoved it to Purple, who happily took it, snuggling his cheek against it. "How immature can you two be?!" He hissed, eyes locking onto them. "Its four in the morning... I'm tired.. I have to escort Purple to skool... I have skool... and so does he... Red... you get the floor in the living room, and Purple, you get the couch.."
"WHAT?! Why does HE get he couch?!" Red asked, anger on his face. "Because the floor can be cleaned, the couch can't. That, and Purple can actually control his bladder." Red grumbled and scowled in response, antennae flat as his bottom lip stuck out. "Now, GET TO BED." Zim ordered them like smeets. Without a word, the two silently walked to the living room, where Zim had set up a clean set of blankets and pillows. "You suck." Red growled, and Purple glared.
Those two hours flew by. Purple felt like he'd only gotten ten minutes of sleep when the light of a new day peaked into the room. Letting out an exhausted groan, Purple shoved his face into the pillow, legs propped up and over the opposite arm of the couch. "Ungh... dawn... you're my ENEMY." Purple hissed to it as if it were a person. Slowly and forcefully, he sat up, body begging him to lay back down and get more sleep. He ignored it. Standing up slowly, Purple glanced down at his snoozing brother. "Lucky bastard.." He grunted, stepping over him to the bathroom.
After showering and making some coffee, Purple had efficiently gotten into some clothes HE had picked out the day before when Zim took them out to shop for something other than armor. Not to surprisingly, he'd picked out some casual baggy jeans, a long, deep violet muscle shirt and a drench coat. He just kept on his boots he'd usually wear with armor though, he didn't trust taking his shoes off to try on other ones. Who knew what other kinds of feet coulda' been in em'. Staring at the paper, Purple's antennae twitched, as he looked up to see Zim rising from the floor through his toilet in a very... very bad disguise. He had to surpress a snicker, as Zim hopped up to the table and stole the paper from him, examining the weather section. "HEY! I was reading that!" Purple snapped, eye twitching.
Zim grunted in response, and gave it back. "Dun' know about you, Zim doesn't want to be BURNED by the terrible EARTH WATER OF DOOM!!" Purple stared, silent. "Ooookay..." He mumbled, taking up his cup of coffee and glugging it down. Zim stared for a moment, wondering how much an Irken his size would actually need to eat and drink to remain sustained and healthy. Seeing how much Red had erm... urinated, he was guessing a lot. Sitting the empty cup down, Purple stood, and sighed. "Time to go yet?" He asked curiously, reaching for the button that would activate his hologram. "No. Not until the Gaz human arrives." Zim said, also standing.
Purple paused. The name Gaz made him shiver for some reason... like there was some kind of... terrible evil with it... His thoughts were disrupted when the doorbell rang. "Oh, well, she's here." Zim said, as he ordered the computer to let her in. It did, the door creaked open, and Purple got his first glimpse of Gaz. A lot older by now, roughly the age of seventeen, Gaz had gotten a lot taller. Hair pulled back neatly into a ponytail, eyelashes long and with purple eye shadow to go along with it. Each ear was pierced three times, each hole having some type of ear ring in it. Not too surprising though, her outfit hadn't changed. Still the black dress, still the purple striped undershirt and and tights, still the skull necklace, and still the metal buckle boots. Her amber eyes first went to the floor where she saw the sleeping Irken. "Psh, I hope he's not the one I have to take along." She grumbled, wandering in and stepping on the Irkens hand purposely.
His eyes shot open as he let out a pained yell, jolting up and waving his hand in the air. "FUCK!" He yelped, as he started sucking on it. Purple snickered, but froze when she looked at him. "So he's the one I gotta show around?" Gaz asked, her eyes piercing his. "Yes." Zim replied, stepping outside and ignoring the agonized Irken. "Activate your disguise, and lets go." She commanded, and without another word followed after Zim. Purple swallowed the lump in his throat as he watched her leave the room. She was SCARY.
Sighing, he pressed the button as he watched his olive green skin turn pale and ivory colored. Two fingers replaced with five, antennae vanishing under black, mid length hair, which of course HAD to have purple highlights. Eyes being covered with contacts, he sighed, running his fingers through his holographic hair. It felt real, very real. Thats how Irken holograms were. It was almost like changing species. Slowly he trailed outside, ducking under the doorway and standing full height once outdoors. "So..." Purple began, looking down at them, then up again at the street as a few cars whizzed by. "Is this skool?"
"No." Zim replied, tapping his foot impatiently as he looked for the bus. "Well, then why are we standing here?" Purple asked, blinking. "We're waiting for the bus." Gaz informed, and scowled. "Now shut up and stop asking questions." His face scrunched in annoyance. He didn't like her attitude, much less the way she treated him and others. "There." Zim said, pointing.
Purple's jaw almost went slack. "We're going in THAT?" He asked, staring as it literally STRUGGLED to make it down the road. Unlike elementary skool, the high-school buses were much, much older, that meant they were in bad shape. This bus in particular, was awful. The paint was peeling, rust marks on the roof and hood. Thick, black smog pouring out of the exhaust pipe as it sputtered and came to a screechy stop next to them, the broken stop sign slowly pushing out onto the side, crooked. "C'mon." Gaz said, as she stepped in after Zim. Purple stared for a moment, before nervously stepping in and bending over. It was silent, most of the kids asleep, while others in the back looked up and gave the new 'kid' a nasty look. Swallowing hard, Purple took a seat next to Gaz, drumming his fingers on his knees as he stared straight ahead at the seat in front of him.
Doors squeaking closed, the bus pulled away from Zim's house, a trail of smog being left behind. The ride was generally quiet, aside from the occasional spurt of the engine. Eventually, the silence made Purple feel uncomfortable. His eyes trailed down to Gaz, and he kinda just stared at her, unblinking. She didn't seem to notice, until she finally glanced at him. A growl escaped her, as her eyes narrowed menacingly causing Purple to swallow and look away. He could already tell it was going to be a long day.
Red, by now having gotten up since his poor fingers were stepped on, sighed. He was sitting quietly at the table in the kitchen, stirring his small black straw around in the thick dark brown liquid in front of him. The scent of it already was waking him up, oh how coffee did wonders. (Now, like I said, I don't really like GIR, so he's not going to be seen frequently in this fic. Sorry everyone, but thats really the only Zim character people seem to care about nowadays, and it makes me mad. So no GIR except for on a few rare cases. Now... here's Skoodge!) His antennae perked suddenly, as he heard something shuffling around in the living room. His eyes narrowed, and he slowly stood. It didn't surprise him that he didn't feel all too safe in Zim's house, no less on a planet like this.
The shuffling continued, as Red slowly began to approach the living room, antennae flat against his skull. Peaking around the corner of the arc way, he let out a surprised yelp. "SKOODGE?!" He cried, antennae rising as he stared at the chubby little Irken. Skoodge whirled around, his eyes widening in shock. "M-my tall-tallest!!" He said, saluting. "What are YOU doing on Earth!?" Red frowned, staring at him and ignoring the question. "Didn't Purple and I kill you?" He asked, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Yeeeeeeaaahh... But I'm okay now." Skoodge smiled sheepishly, and then frowned. "You gonna answer my question, sir?" Crimson eyes met magenta ones, and Red sighed tiredly. "Its not important..." He grunted, and the shifted back to the kitchen.
"Not important?!" Skoodge exclaimed, shuffling after the much taller Irken, eyes somewhat wide. "B-but! Sir! My Tallest, you're VERY important! No less what you're doing!" Red took his seat again on his chair at the table, eyes trailing back down to his steaming coffee. "I said its not important." He stated again, taking the cup up into one hand and sipping it, eyes half lidding. The tiny alien knew something was up. Though, due to the fact that he stayed in Zim's basement, on EARTH, he hadn't heard the news about the Tallests and how they were defects. I mean, surely the Tallests would have more important matters to settle, why the hell were they on the planet??
Skoodge's gaze trailed back up to the ex-Tallest, whom's head was tilted back as he started to chug his coffee. Skoodge had no clue HOW he could get that many gulps down all at once, especially when it was so hot, that and Skoodge himself wasn't very fond of the nasty liquid. Silence came over the room, only interupted by the loud gulping, and liquid sloshing down Red's long ass throat. "Well... where's Purple?" He questioned, remembering the purple eyed twin. Finishing off his drink, he slammed the rather huge mug down, causing Skoodge to jump in fear. He hoped he hadn't angered his leader.
Antennae flat against his skull, Red grumbled, "At skool."
First period. Purple let out a long sigh, his eyes narrowed as he looked around the room slowly. Despite the fact that the skool was fairly new, it was already so vandilized and covered in grafiti that it would've been hard to tell. His desk in particular was covered in scribbles, or drawings of penises, or a hooker with her butt sticking up in the air. He grimaced, pulling back away from the desk like the things that were draught on it would come to life and um... attack him... or something. "What's your problem?" He heard the familiar voice of Gaz, and immediately he looked over at her. She was in the seat next to him, feet propped up on her desk as she leaned back in the chair against the wall. They were in the back of the room after all. "... I umm..." Purple paused, running a hand through his purple highlighted hair. "The desk doodles, they're frightening." He replied shortly, and nodded briefly.
Her brows furrowed and she rolled her eyes, scoffing. "Psh, you're afraid of a penis? Don't you HAVE one?" Purple's eyes narrowed even more, and he glared. "YES, as a matter of a fact I do! But this one is so terribly deformed and..." He trailed off, his examination of the desk resuming. Gaz could already tell Purple was screwed if he didn't stick with her. Fresh meat, as most would call him, despite the fact that he was a 'senior'. She especially knew that once Dib got to class, he'd have a bitch fit about Purple being in his seat. 'Moron probably likes to stare at the hooker on it.' She thought, and then scowled some more when she heard her brother's familiar voice at the front of the class. "Oh Dibby-poo! You're late sweetie!" The teacher, Mrs.Winston said in a much too cheery voice. Well, then again, Mrs. Winston WAS VERY cheery. "Sorry Mrs. Winston..." The rather tall boy apologized as he entered the room. His scythe had gotten even LONGER than from when he was ten, now at the age of eighteen, a senior, it kinked twice, making it pretty well, long. Yet, over the years he still hadn't changed his clothing style.
"Take your seat Dibble!" She said with a smile, standing up. Without another word, Dib began to trail to the back of the classroom, only to halt and glare at the 'human' in his seat. "HEY! You're in my seat!" Dib said, glaring. Purple's eyes trailed up to Dib, and he frowned. "Wha'?" He asked, his attention on the pale human before him. "My seat, your SITTING in it." Dib explained in an exasperated tone. "Just sit over THERE Dib." Gaz hissed, pointing to the seat opposite of her. Dib scowled, but slowly went to his seat, grumbling. Despite all these years, he was still afraid of his younger sister. Heh. "Okay class, today, we're going to be studying the human body!" She giggled, the rest of the class either giving her a look or sleeping. "Sooo, get a partner, and let the fun begin!" Fun... Oh yeah. Purple blinked. "Wonder what part we'll get." He said, looking to Gaz.
Now, I would describe the hilarious things that happened, but I need a parent permission slip. (No, seriously, I'm not allowed to talk about the human body in a fanfic. I could get something wrong and some kind of bad knowledge would be in your mind. So I'll skip to lunch.)
Gaz rolled her eyes, waiting by the boy's bathroom for Purple. Heh, she wasn't too surprised that they got stuck with the reproduction and wastes parts. She hated Health class, but Purple had made her day by having a siezure from how worked up he'd gotten from seeing a dick. She sighed, as Purple finally emerged, shivering, and looking quite pale. "N-n-ngh..." He grunted, and stared at the ground. "Done puking?" She asked in a curious tone, surpressing a smirk. "I thought you said you had a dick." He growled and glared at her. "I DO. I just can't stand seeing it, I... I..." She rolled her eyes. "C'mon Sir Dickless, its time for lunch." She said before he could finish, and started off to the cafeteria. "I HAVE A PEE-PEE!!" Purple whined, following her. (Wow, sure are talking a lot about that, aren't I? Well, you no like, you no read.)
"Well, I don't wanna know what you do when you have to go to the bathroom." Gaz replied with a smug grin. Purple growled. "I-" And he paused, looking up. "Who's THAT?" A voice asked. No. Not a voice, Dib's voice.
(Stupid ending as always. :3 Dib finds out about the Tallests being on Earth next chapter, ooooh, wonder how he'll react? O.o Either way, I know... I know... a lot of this chapter had to do with 'parts'. I know nothing good has happened yet, but please review. REVIEWS MAKING ME HAPPY! AND REVIEWS MAKE ME TYPE THE NEXT CHAPTER FASTER! Anyway, hope you liked. NO FLAMES. And yes, my Irkens do go to the bathroom, my Irkens CAN drink coffee, so on so forth. ITS MY STORY. Anyway, bye! Once again, review... please? TT)