A/N Thanks for your support. All of you. I was NOT going to continue this, but Unknown D Flamerose inspired me to continue. This will be my ONLY Invader Zim story on secretsofadarkangel's account.

If Miyuki (IZ Fandom) by legi0nn

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Chapter Ten

Confessions

Miyuki sighed as she watched from her balcony her mom and dad planning the betrothal. It took one bag of Zim's gym clothes to revive her, and the rest of the day was filled with commotion.

"How am I going to tell Red?" Miyuki asked as she slapped her forehead. "I'm betrothed to Spork. I'm betrothed to Spork. This is insane." Tak groaned and Tenn just swayed her feet on the bench. "My Mom's already planned everything out, and it's not like I can say no."

"Well, hon," Tak began, "you told us that we should make a stand. Fess up. Tell your mother how you feel. And for Irk's sake, tell Spork and Red. The poor guys don't even have a clue. One's waiting on your hand in marriage; the other is waiting for your hand in love."

"Yeah," Tenn yawned. "You practically spent the whole day explaining the situation to us. And don't think you're the only one without this drama."

"I never said I was," Miyuki snapped, but quickly cooled down. "Sorry, it's just you guys still have time left. I don't."

"The wedding's tomorrow," Tak grumbled, stretching out her antennas. "And the Showcase is in eight days. Miyuki, if you don't speak up, nothing is going to change their minds." Miyuki nodded, rubbing the back of her neck.

"You're right, but I have to tell Red," she confessed.

"Purple probably already told him," Tenn sighed. "That's just how he is."

"No, no," Tak protests, "it wouldn't be his style in this case. Even Purple knows when to keep his mouth shut."

"Well time is running out for all of us," Miyuki stated, gliding towards the glossy balcony door. "I'm not the only one who has a confession to make. Tak, tell your parents and Zim the Oblivious how you feel. And Tenn, tell Purple and your parents how you feel. I'm not going to tolerate the unjustified rules of our society any longer."

"Me too," Tak declared, standing up.

"Yeah," Tenn called out, placing a hand on her hips. Miyuki smiled her genuine smile. All day, her smiles were fake.

"But what do we do after we've confessed?" Tenn asked.

"We change history," Miyuki said. She spoke no more, but only left Tak and Tenn to themselves, the wind shattering the stillness in the atmosphere.

The glow of Irk's star stroke down on Tenn as she moseyed herself across the sidewalk. She approached Purple's doorstep slowly, her breath fell heavily against the metallic surface. She felt herself stagger although she made no further steps. A warm hand reached over her, which caused Tenn to jolt.

"Purple?" she asked in an unusually high tone. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh, this is my house," he pointed out matter-of-factly. "Well, what are you doing-"

"I love you," Tenn blurted out, cutting Purple off. Silence filled the atmosphere, and what seemed like days only was a few seconds.

"Blunt…huh?" Purple said nervously, stumbling over his words. Tenn nodded slowly.

"Uh-huh," she mumbled. "Just thought I'd let you know. Well, I guess I better be going now." Tenn felt her body shuffle past Purple's heading towards the horizon.

"Wait, where are you going?" he asked. He stopped Tenn in her tracks by gripping her hand.

"Home," she replied, forcing herself to resist the downpour of tears. "It doesn't matter if we love each other, does it? We'd be shunned by society if we choose to be together." Purple tightened his grasp.

"Don't say it like that," he whined. "I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and, I realized something. I don't care what others think of me, think of you. I don't care what others would think of us if we were together. I just want to be with you. Can't it be as simple as that?" Tenn shook her head wordlessly as she shifted her body to face Purple.

"I wish it was." She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around him. Purple returned the embrace, and they felt the tenderness and warmth each other gave them.

"Me too," Purple uttered, gazing into Tenn's eyes, mesmerized. He leaned towards her face, unsure as his lips crashed onto hers.

Both Tenn and Purple opened their bug eyes as the door swung open.

"Purple," a female voice growled. Purple pulled his face away from Tenn's and glanced at the slender Irkenette: his mother.

"I love her," he stated, determination rising in his voice. His mother only swayed her antennas in the light breeze.

"You cannot be with the likes her," she sighed, her handing leaving an imprint on her face. "I know you love her; I've known it for some time. I respect that, but Purple, you two cannot be together. At all."

"Forget society," Purple shouted. "Forget ranks. Forget the whole system. I don't care anymore."

"Don't talk like that," his mother said lowly. "You are part of one of the highest ranking families in Irken society. I will not tolerate you being seen with Tenn if it screws up the way you think. You must obey our laws."

"Forget them!" Purple hissed.

"I forbid you from seeing her," she replied in a stern tone. "She's messing you up."

"No," Purple protested, "you don't understand. Tenn didn't mess me up. She saved me." Tenn could only stare helplessly as she received glares from Purple's mother and continued to hear both of them bite at each other.

"Enough!" Purple's mother yells, yanking her antennas. "I did not raise you this way. Now behave like your rank and ditch this scum at once."

"Tenn is not scum," Purple snarled. "Tenn is everything good in my life and will not let you take her away from me."

"I will call the Ranking Authorities," his mother responded in a harsh voice. "And they will kill her if necessary." Purple's eyes widened with terror while Tenn's face froze.

Purple slanted near Tenn's head and whispered, "Run away with me."

And she did.

Tak breathed roughly as she trudged downstairs. Her parents raised a brow as they notice her apprehension.

"What's wrong?" her mother asked. "Is the Showcase getting to you already? It got to me too, but you'll get over the pre-betrothal dread."

"I have a confession to make," Tak stated. Her mother sighed.

"You're gay, aren't you?" Tak's father asked. "Well if you are, then I suppose we could do something about that. You know, there's-"

"I'm not gay," Tak muttered, rolling her eyes so that they bulged quite a bit.

"Oh, thank heavens," her mother cheered, a smile of relief blooming on her face. "Well then, what is it?"

"I'm in love," Tak began, "with Invader Zim." Her father spat out the donut he was eating. Tak's mother simply blinked in bewilderment.

"He's a dimwit," she said, her voice full of confusion. "And he's not even an invader yet. He's the reason we had to rebuild the training arena in Sector 5. He's the reason why Tallest Glurg had a spasm. He's the reason why we don't celebrate Clink-Clank Day. He's-"

"The reason I can manage to stay strong every day," Tak finished. "I don't care if he's a reject."

"He won't reciprocate your feelings, darling," her father stated sympathetically. "Even if we could support you, you need to have Zim love you as well. And I'm not so sure the RA, the Ranking Authorities, would approve."

"Look, I'm not tall, so I don't need to worry about that," Tak grumbled.

"But you are an elite," her mother pointed out. "They are next in line after the tallest." Tak shook her head.

"But it's possible if we arrange a betrothal," Tak protested. "Besides, the RA would only get involved with this sort of thing if I was a tall Irkenette. And I'm not."

"Alright, fine," her father sighed. "I trust you with this sort of thing. After all, you know what you're doing and are a better combatant than your mother and I combined. As long as Zim's family agrees, you should be fine."

"Really?" Tak asked, skeptical of how the conversation was almost too easy. "Wow, thanks Dad. The real problem is if Zim will snap out of oblivion, not the RA. I better go talk to him."

As Tak left the room, her mother sighed with a smile. She said, "It's similar of how you and I got together, isn't it?" Tak's father nodded.

"Except you weren't a dimwit." Both of them chuckled. "Do you think Zim will be a good son-in-law?"

"It'll be atrocious, but we'll survive," she replied, laughing so hard her sides split.

Miyuki ran. She dashed past the streets and didn't seem to mind the oozing of liquid nitrogen splashing against her skin. Red's house was now only a knock away, but somehow, Miyuki couldn't bring herself to place a fist on the door.

"Get some guts," she told herself, choking on her words. Once she brought herself enough courage to open the door, Red's mother opened the door.

"Oh, hello Miyuki," she greets, a cheery smile spread across her face. "What brings you here?"

"I want…to…see Red," Miyuki huffed. "Where is he?"

"He's just up in his room," Red's mother declared. "He's studying politics, of course."

"Right," Miyuki replied, a tinge of doubt dripping from her words. Red's mother doesn't notice as she wholeheartedly welcomes Miyuki into their home base. Miyuki doesn't hesitate to trot up the staircase and knock on Red's door.

"Don't worry Mom," Red called out, "I'm studying politics."

"It's me," Miyuki sighed. The door opened steadily. Miyuki slid herself inside Red's room and closed the door behind her. "We need to talk." Red's expression turned grave.

"What's going on?" he asked, sitting on his bed. Miyuki joined him. She decided to be brief.

"I'm engaged. To Spork." A flash of hurt was seen through Red's eyes. His face shifted from solemnity to rage.

"Why?" he choked out, turning his attention from Miyuki to the wall.

"I don't know," she replied, hurt that Red can't look her in the eye. "My mom told me he proposed earlier today and that she agreed. Red, I didn't even get to have a say. My mom just told me the wedding is tomorrow, and just to be ready. Well, you know what? I'm scared. I'm more scared than I've ever been in my life. I'm so confused; I don't know what to do. Red, please help me."

"Do you love him?" he asked bitterly. Miyuki frowned, shedding a few tears here and there.

"No," she replied flatly. "How could you even say that? I'm not so shallow to fall for someone who I just met."

"Do you love me?" Red asked, returning his focus to Miyuki. Their eyes locked.

"I…I don't know," Miyuki stuttered. Her mind throbbed as Red grew closer, and to Miyuki, it's hard to eye him directly.

"Say you love me," he pleaded, gripping her shoulders. "Say it. For Irk's sake Miyuki, I've got to know. I'm going crazy just by touching you. Say you love me, Miyuki. Say it."

"I can't," Miyuki uttered. Red's body stiffened like stone. He shut his eyes firmly.

"Well then go on and marry Spork," he grumbled icily. "I don't care."

"Red…"

"Just leave me alone," he muttered. "I don't want to see your face ever again." Miyuki's head was beating faster than ever before. Impulsively, she busted out in tears and darted out of Red's room. Miyuki ran. She ran and cried all the way home.

A/N It's finally done. This chapter is FINALLY done. I'm really sorry for updating slowly, but I'm a freshman in H.S. now and I'm adjusting to all the homework. I apologize for any mistakes. Do not be afraid to give me some feedback on this. I really need to improve. Please review; your input is always valuable! Until the next chapter!