AN: Sooo, yeah. Just a bit of warning, this is NOT the whole chapter. I'm going to split it up into two parts, this chapter being part one. I know it's retarded to do this buuuut, I feel like I've been neglecting FanFiction for DeviantArt so here you go guys! :D I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Words: They make up an entire being and at the same time they can destroy you. They bring two persons together before they mercilessly drive a wedge into what was once a perfect life. Words can shine only as bright as the one who is speaking, or it can leave a bitter taste on your tongue as you spew out a venomous poison that can destroy a person's spirit; Ripping and tearing away at your insides until there is nothing left except for a newfound hatred towards he who spoke so carelessly. Words hurt people. Break people. Kill people. If it weren't for words, I wouldn't be here, hands and knees pressed firmly to the cold ground beneath me as the two most powerful beings in the universe use me as a stand. If it weren't for words, I wouldn't have this unbearable weight crushing in my chest as it slowly drives me insane. If words can hurt this much, I don't want to speak. I don't want to hear..

If words hurt this much... Maybe... I should just forget how to talk.

"Zim~!" A antenna splitting voice boomed throughout the small workroom just beyond the main lab used by Irken scientists on the Massive. Black stalks flattened against a green scalp as it's master prepared himself for impending doom that was soon to follow the squealing female's voice. The Irken knew that facing the female would be inevitable, no matter how hard he tried to cover up his presence. He mentally cursed for having not putting more effort into is caution.

Zim took in a small breath before turning around towards the clanking sound of boots as they ran across the metal floor. "Genn~" he said with false emotion as said Irken threw her arms around the other's slender frame. "H-how did you know I was down here?" He questioned as he wriggled away from her grasp.

Giving off a small chuckle, Genn released the ex-Invader and blew him a raspberry. "Psh- Everyone on the Massive knows that you're here! The Control Brain's broadcasted your Reassignment!" She said excitedly. She looked up at Zim, antenna twitching ever so often. "When did you grow so tall...?" She nearly whispered.

Zim rolled his eyes as he turned his back to the glowing scientist before him. "Yes, yes... Zim is so amazing that his amazingness had to be broadcast." He shrugged his shoulders at her question. "Earth is a very strange planet with very strange chemicals. Zim simply combined those chemicals with those from Irk and I grew." To avoid further questioning, Zim began to walk towards a large computer screen towards the back of the room.

Genn followed behind him curiously. "You don't need to be down here until tomorrow." She said cautiously. "What are you doing?" Genn leaned towards the left to look around Zim's body.

Letting out a frustrated growl as he tried to access the computer, Zim kicked the wall. "I know that!" He tried to access it again. "My PAK is malfunctioning and I need to access Tallest Myuki's PAK files in order to fix it." The room was suddenly illuminated red as the Irken insignia blinked erratically on the screen.

"Irk be damned!" Zim shrieked as he slammed his fists into the console.

Genn flinched as Zim began to swear at the machinery. "Uh.. Zim-"

"What!?" He barked as he spun around on his heel to face the shocked Irken.

Green eyes widened briefly before they narrowed into dangerous slits. "I was going to tell you that I have access to every single file on the Massive."

Zim blinked his eyes as realization dawned on him. Slowly, lips twisted into a jagged smile as the taller stared down at the annoyed female, stepping off to the side to offer the computer to Genn. "Then bring them up." He said cooly.

Genn's cheeks flushed a bit before stepping up to the machinery. "Idiot." She mumbled as she began to type ferociously.

Zim tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the clackingof the key's to cease and for Genn to turn around announcing that she was done. Ten minutes went by and Zim's impatience began to take it's toll making the Irken pace around the room. A glittering object caught fuschia eyes, pulling in their master in to take a better look.

Zim picked up a vial of red liquid, turning it this way and that as he inspected the foreign substance. A small, rectangular device protruded from the ex-Invader' PAK. Zim grabbed it with his free hand and held it above the vial, a green light beaming outwards as it began to scan the chemical properties. Reading over the data, the Irken let out a soft 'hmmm'before placing the liquid back onto the table that it previously resided on.

As he reached behind his back to replace the scanner his left arm bumped the side of the table causing the vial to roll forwards and towards the ledge. Zim's eyes widened and his hand shot out in an attempt to grasp onto the thing before it collided with the floor, and as if some magical force seemed to manipulate his being, Zim's hand completely missed the vial and slammed into the sharp edge of the table. The Irken hissed in pain the moment before a loud crack was heard. Antenna wilted back as he stared down at the broken glass on the floor. "Oops." He mumbled softly as his eyes scanned over the mess he'd made.

The black stalks pressed themselves harder against his head as the clackingof keys stopped and Genn asked in an irritated voice, "What did you do?"

Zim straightened himself and smiled innocently as he answered, "Nothing~"

Letting out a sigh, Genn turned around and peered at the smiling Irken before her. She noted the broken glass and shook her head. "Did you break it?"

Zim bowed his head as if he were actually ashamed. "Yes..."

Genn turned around and entered a few more words before the flashing light ceased. "There." She turned around and gestured towards the computer. "I brought up Tallest Myuki's memory database." She shook her head again. "Get over here before you break anything else..." She said in a tired voice.

The taller grinned as the female didn't enforce any punishment for his carelessness. Once he got up to the database, coils extended from his PAK and plugged themselves into the computer. Zim winced as an electrical shock erupted throughout his body. Ignoring the pain, Zim smirked as he stared into the screen. "Tell Zim your secret's, Tallest Myuki."

Processing memory database: Subject - Former Tallest Myuki.

Logging into PAK memory core: . . .

Information regarding 'emotions' has been granted.

File downloading activated~

Day seven thousand, five hundred, forty eight of leadership of the Irken Empire. Yesterday the construction of the Massive was completed. This may be the single most greatest accomplishment I could have ever achieved as Tallest. With this destructive tool of war, the Irken Empire can easily set off for galactic conquest with little to no resistance. Even the Control Brains will have to admit that I have surpassed them in power. There is nothing that I, Tallest Myuki, cannot do.

. . .

Day eleven thousand, nine hundred, seventy six of leadership of the Irken Empire. The Control Brains have not only denied my rights in power, but my emotions as well. Irk be damned if I allow such disgrace to befall my people, my empire.

They have ordered that all emotions to be suppressed within our PAK's, so that we may only feel what is necessary to destroy and conquer. All other emotions are to be terminated. The Control Brains feel that we are years behind what could have been achieved due to petty feelings. As Tallest, I will not allow this to happen. I can only pray to Irk that in the future I can somehow convince the Brains to reconsider their choices.

. . .

Day eleven thousand, nine hundred, eighty four of leadership of the Irken Empire. I have desperately tried to convince the Brains to reconsider the termination of all emotions they deem worthless. They have denied me, therefore I must do something distract.

I must break Irken Law.

Somehow, I must hide from their all seeing eyes and re-encode PAK's that will be manufactured in the future. I cannot save the emotions of those in the present, but I can save those in the future. I will secretly hide a small switch underneath the bottom left PAK limb. If pressed, the switch will send out a harmless virus to the PAK that cancels the effects of the Control Brain's anti-emotion code. Unfortunately, I cannot publicly announce the existence of this switch.

I will also encode a second harmless virus that will automatically send different amounts of emotions to the Irken people. The taller they get, the more they feel. The Brains will just suspect that the increase in emotions will have to do with their superior genetics that allow their taller height, and leave it be.

. . .

PAK cables disconnected from the computer, sending another wave of electricity through the slender frame of their master. Zim fell to the floor as pain enveloped his entire body. "Gah!" He gripped his head tightly, eyes squeezing shut as he desperately tried to maintain his composure. His vision began to blur as his mind tried to process the information that it just recieved. Shaking his head, the Irken rose up on shaky legs and glared forward at the black screen before him. This, was far worse than anything he had suspected.

"Irk you Control Brains..."
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Black boots clanked against the metal of the floor as the Irken paced around in his temporary room aboard the Massive, antenna were flattened in frustration. The green male couldn't comprehend the situation that had been revealed to him only a few days before; a secret that was meant to be known was lost under hidden files within the database that was on the ship.

When questioned about the files, Zim coldly brushed aside Genn's probing and retreated to the sanctuary of the small room. Next to her obsessive infatuation with him, her constant questioning made it near impossible for the taller to deal with it.

Letting out an angry sigh, the Irken flopped down onto the large cot, hands to face as he tried to clear his thoughts. Irken's had emotions, the Control Brains were corrupt, the empire know nothing about their true selves, and Zim wasn't a defect. That fact had black stalks twitching with a smug satisfaction that he, the mighty Zim, was not the lowest of the low- the most despised being to the Irken people. Zim's thoughts were interrupted as his PAK's communicator extended from his back and appeared before him.

"~Incoming Transmission from the Almighty Tallest.~"

Zim swore under his breath before the telecommunication link was opened, revealing a very pissed off Purple and a bored looking Red. "Hello my Tallest." Zim greeted with a false smile.

Purple's eyes narrowed into thin slits as he glared into the smiling Irken's face. "Come to the bridge." He said quickly before ending the transmission.

Black stalks perched forward, spooch churning with worry. Had the Tallest found out about his snooping? Zim shook the thought away as he stood to shaky legs. There was no way they could have found out; Genn was ingenious when it came to hacking into the Massive. There was no one in all of the galaxies that could trace her devious skills.

With newfound confidence, the Irken flattened his uniform down before straightening his posture.
His antenna wilted slightly. If they weren't suspicious of him, then why did they need to see him? As far as the Tallest were concerned. Zim was virtually useless to them now that Earth had been conquered. His spooch beat heavily against his ribs. It must be something to do with the Dib.

Black boots thudded heavily against the metal flooring as they stepped out from the teleporter, each step faster than the last, bringing the Irken closer to the revelation that he was so eager to hear. The Irken had wasted no time to heed his Tallest's commands, practically running around the Massive in order to reach the bridge.

Black stalks wilted slightly as Zim approached the door that led into the command center, Purple's irritation grinding his nerves into the ground as a thousand negative thoughts swam through his mind. Zim knew what kind of pain the purple Irken could inflict in a foul mood.

Heaving out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding, the ex-Invader placed his hand onto the panel to his left. The giant door hissed open to reveal both leaders pacing around the room. Purple's antenna shot up at the sound of the door; his violet eyes darting towards the tense Zim as they narrowed once again into thin slits.

"Get over here." he barked.

Zim flinched mentally at the harsh words, but complied. He hastily made his way to the front of the glaring Tallest, left hand across his chest as he quickly bowed in greeting. "You hailed me my Tallest?"

A clawed finger reached out and grabbed the Irken by the chin, forcing the other to stare into the heated gaze. "Do you play us for idiots Zim?"

Said Irken let out a grunt of discomfort as his chin was harshly grabbed, antenna perked forward in confusion. "My Tallest?"

Red silently took his place next to his lovers right, eyes half lidded as if saying Are you kidding me?...

"The hyooman." Purple hissed, his grip tightening around Zim's chin. "He is broken."

Ignoring the pain, fuchsia eyes widened slightly. "Broken, my Tallest? Broken how?"

Purple released his hand from Zim with a cht. "The stupid thing isn't responding to anything we do to it." He took a step back from the confused Irken. "Cleaning, acting as a table, we even had him lick our boots clean and not once did he put up a fight." His bottom lip stuck out in a pout. "You told us that he was the best of that Irk forsaken race, but he's nothing more than a compliant drone."

"But my Tallest I assure you, the Dib smelly is the intolerable, infuriating and insufferable of all of the hyoomans!"

"Whatever." Purple said with a sigh. "Just- go to the prison and fix it."

"But my Tall-"

"Go fix it!" The violet Irken bellowed.

Zim's eyes narrowed as he crossed his chest once again, but didn't bow. "Right away, Tallest Purple." he spat before turning on the heel of his boot and marched towards the teleporters, leaving a trail of spite behind him.

Mumbling curses under his breath, the irritated Irken strode to the teleporters in the back of the bridge. He stepped inside with a huff and without turning around to face his leaders, he closed his eyes in an attempt to calm himself as a bright light consumed his body, his molecules disassembling only to be reassembled in the Massive's Prison.

A black scythe-lock bobbed slightly in acknowledgement at Zim's mumbling as it filled his ears. Said green male turned around in the teleporter, the mumbling ceasing as he took in the unsettling sight of his once great enemy.

Dib's clothing Zim worked so hard to fashion was now torn into shreds, his lanky arms wrapped around his knees while his face was buried in the crook of his elbow. Hazel eyes stared towards Zim's direction, but they seemed dull, somehow lifeless.

The Irken's eyes narrowed further as he felt an overwhelming rage take over him. "What are you doing Dib-Foe?"

Dib said nothing as he shook his head slightly.

Zim clenched his fists as he strode over to the cage that the human was imprisoned in. "You will tell Zim now!" He said loudly.

Again, the human said nothing.

Growling in frustration, the ex-Invader grasped onto the Vortian-made metal bars of the cage. "Dib-thing! Tell me what is wrong!"

The boy looked up slightly when Zim grabbed ahold of the cage, but he quickly buried his head into his knees with a sigh.

Zim turned his back to the human and leaned on the bars. Shaking his head in bewilderment, the green male tapped his foot against the cold ground.

Silence quickly fell upon the two. Every now and then, black stalks would twitch at the occasional noises the human made: shuffling, sniffing, sighing, breathing. It had only been five days since he saw the once defiant human, and now he was reduced to, this.

This Dib, was not the proud enemy of Zim. He was not the pig-smelly that the Irken could proudly claim as his equal. As his. But this, was not his Dib.

But is there ever a justifiable claus behind the words, "That is mine." ? Could one honestly look at another and without a moment's hesitation, claim them as yours? If one could open up and reveal their true selves to that one person, do they, in turn, own you? Claim you, brand you, mark you, love you, hate you, possess you?

Would that not be an endless loophole of ludicrous accusations of false security and undisclosed desires revolving around that one thing that you claimed as your own as you unknowingly and unwillingly allow it to eat you alive from the center of your very being, all the while chanting the words, "That is mine."?

The thought brought out another sigh from the Irken. Looking down at the emotionless human, that sharp pang of something returned to Zim's spooch. Letting out a shaky breath, the green male removed himself from the metal cage and slowly made his way towards the teleporters. "Stupid human..."