A/N: To my ever-faithful reviewers-I am deeply sorry for making you all wait. There were some difficulties in my life recently and I got sidetracked by school and family (not to mention other interests besides IZ), so thank you all for your patience!
Invader Johnny, HoboKing, Itsy-Evil-Spiders-You bet Zim is going to get doomed...or will he? He IS the Tallest, and he can order her to be executed at the drop of a hat. But will he?
Thanks for all of your reviews! And I'm SO sorry for the long wait! (Gives you all IZ cookies)
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Gaz's own eyes widened when she found herself pinned to the wall besides the door by Zim. She tried to move her arms to slap him across the face, but sadly for her, Gaz's arms were pinned uselessly at her sides by Zim's hands as he sort of causally leaned towards her, activating his mechanical arachnid legs to support his weight. "Zim, don't you dare!" Gaz breathed out, her words filled with hatred and disbelief. How could he do this again? However, Zim merely chuckled as his red eyes bared a sadistic gleam.
"Zim, let me go!" Gaz cried angrily as she tried to kick him, but she couldn't because his own legs were rested against hers. A shiver went down her spine when Gaz felt his hot breath graze her neck as Zim spoke. "Violet, don't try to resist me. I know very well about your weakness and it is completely hopeless for you if you try to defy me." Gaz's heart was pounding against her ribcage as she tried to steady her breathing.
"Zim, I-I have no w-weaknesses!" She stuttered nervously. Another unnerving jolt was sent throughout her system as Gaz felt the sharp tip of Zim's claw-like hand slide down from the side of her right cheek towards her collarbone, slowly descending towards the top of her dress. The feeling was the most confusing emotion she had ever felt. For one, it felt nice, but for another, it was just wrong.
Still, it was a nice kind of wrong... Gaz's mind wandered off. No! Snap out of it! Another voice in the back of her voice warned. Gaz was brought back to reality when she felt her chin being tilted upwards by one of Zim's fingers. "Are you sure, my sweet Violet? Because judging from the heat that is showing on your lovely face, I can almost assume that I am your weakness. Am I right?" Zim inquired with his eyes half-lidded and a smirk on his smooth face.
"No! Let me go! Just leave me alone!" Gaz squirmed uncomfortably, "Zim, I'm going to scream so loud that everyone in this palace can hear me unless you let me go!" Gaz threatened, venom dripping off her tongue with every word she spoke. Zim narrowed his crimson eyes to slits and whispered casually to her, "That would bring us to everyone's attention, yes. Unless I silence you up by doing this!"
"Wha-?" Was all Gaz could say before the rest of her question was drowned out by Zim crushing his lips against hers.
"Hmmm-Mmm! Mm-MMmm!!" Gaz whimpered as she twisted her head sideways, trying to push Zim off. She gasped when a cold claw slid down her back spine. Zim's eyes glowed as he narrowed them mischievously and took this to his advantage as he slid his tongue into her mouth. "MMmm!! Mmm!!" Gaz protested as she felt his tongue caress hers.
Zim's mechanical arachnid legs formed sort of a 'cage' around them as Zim kissed her passionately. Sensing that his Violet might pass out due to the lack of oxygen, Zim broke away from her and licked his lips. "Now, I guess I have finally demonstrated who is in control here, haven't I?" Zim had let go of her left arm and his legs were standing now as he proceeded to stroke her hair when-
KA-POW!!!
Gaz's fists collided with his cheek. Zim dodged just in time though and he slowly started backing away. "YOU IDIOTIC JERK!" She screamed as she advanced on him, her beautiful amber eyes burning with flames of pure loathing. Zim must have snapped out of whatever 'trance' he was in too, because when he spoke, the 'dominance' in his voice was gone.
"V-Violet! I-I mean, Gaz! As your Tallest I order to stop this at once!" Zim warned pathetically. Gaz glared at him and held up a hand to slap him, but then something stopped her hand from connecting with Zim's face. "What the-?" Gaz questioned to herself as she tried to move her hand, though for some odd reason it just remained in a ninety-degree angle. "Ugh! What is happening to my arm? Why can't I move it?!" She yelled. Then Gaz turned to Zim, who was staring at her arm apprehensively.
"Zim? What the heck did you do?!" She screamed, still trying to move her immobilized arm. "I didn't do anything…" Zim explained calmly. "You must have injured your arm somehow, I believe…"
Gaz ignored him. "Zim, as soon as I can move my arm again, I'm going to send you to a world of eternal pain!" Gaz hissed. She tried to move her paralyzed left arm by holding it with in her right hand, gently massaging it.
Gaz was still trying to figure out what Zim might have done to immobilize her left when a flashback hit her. That syringe that was injected to her arm! The Irken doctor mentioned something about how the syringe will slowly be absorbed into her bloodstream and soon take over her nervous system. Which means, that has to be why she can't move her left arm! "I see the syringe was a success." Tyrik explained. "Since you are his servant from now on, his blood was injected into you so that you could be identified when he sends you out on errands. Also-" Tyrik added with a grin, "It prevents you from physically hurting other people, most importantly, your new master, aka our Almighty Tallest, Zim."
Those words rang through her ears as Gaz gradually felt both her arms go limp. That stupid syringe is preventing her from hurting Zim. She growled in irritation. This is useless. With that syringe's fluid in her, Gaz can't do anything to physically hurt Zim. And god only knows when he'll try to take advantage of her again. Zim saw her expression and asked, "Violet? What's the matter?" His voice was both filled with nervousness, in case she might lash out at him again.
As Gaz was helplessly thinking, a new question struck her. If this syringe prevents her from hurting her 'master', then how come it didn't take effect during that specific time when she kicked Zim in the stomach? Did it take some sort of stimulation to activate its effect? Did it require time before its purpose go in effect? The silence was unbearable, so Zim reached out a hand towards Gaz's back, only to have her suddenly turn towards him again and seethed, "Don't touch me!"
Before Zim could respond, Gaz lifted up her right arm to hit him but the same thing happened again. Her right arm simply refused to smack Zim. However, as if it's a punishment, a streaking sense of soreness surged through her right arm. Gaz clutched her right arm hissing in pain.
At a bad timing, the Ball Room Chamber's doors busted open and the Duke and Duchess stood there. One glance in Zim and Gaz's direction told them they were interrupting something. "Oh, Dear! I told you that you should stop barging in on them! Those two lovebirds need some time alone in this exciting event to prove their love for each other! They need privacy for Pete's sake!" The Duchess smacked her husband on the shoulder with a fan.
"I know, darling! I'm terribly sorry, your highness! Please forgive me!" The Duke pleaded. "Erm, yeah, yeah. It's okay. You two must go back inside the Ball Room and enjoy yourselves!" Zim hastily spoke as he waved his hand. "Ow..." Gaz moaned out, in a sort of bended position, one arm cradling the other, though it appeared that she was wrapping her arms around herself. She was hoping that the Duke would ask for what had happened so that she could tell them and blow Zim's cover.
"Dear lord! Is she pregnant!?!?" The Duke gasped. The Duchess made a sort of a high-pitched sound but she quickly covered her mouth with her fan. Still, her wide eyes couldn't hide her shocked expression. Zim's jaws dropped and Gaz practically fainted on the ground. "Err.." Zim started, searching for the right words. If he said 'yes' then there indeed would be complications, not to mention Gaz beating the crap out of him. (Zim doesn't realize that Gaz can't hurt him because of the injected syringe yet)
But if he said 'no' then they'll ask for why Gaz was moaning in discomfort and clutching her stomach like that. Zim mentally smacked himself. Where the hell did Gaz smell so…so...delicious? I can't let that aroma get in my way! He argued. So instead, Zim said quietly and shrugged, "Urm, could be." Gaz looked at him appalled. He countered by sticking his worm-like tongue at her.
"Oh my goodness!" The Duchess breathed happily. Gaz had to put a stop to this. "Um, I think I might have just had food poisoning, that's all…"
The Duke couldn't have been anymore naive. "You have food poisoning? Is the baby alright?!" He gasped. Gaz almost fainted for real this time. "No! I meant that I moaned because I fell down while walking here and my leg hurts. That is all. I am not pregnant!" Gaz lied with a wry smile but that wry smile disappeared into a scowl as she turned her head towards Zim's direction.
That crazed gleam in her amber eyes said one thing to him: I'll make sure you die in my hands after this is over!!!
Zim blinked dumbly and gave her the "what-did-I-do?" look. "Well then, your highness, I hope you are alright! If you don't mind us asking, what took you so long?" The Duke asked but his wife gently smacked his shoulder with her fan again as she whispered, "Privacy!"
"Oh, never mind! Well, lets go and waltz!" He quickly corrected.
Zim and Gaz nodded and they followed the Duke and Duchess into the Ball Room, where soft classical music greeted their ears. "I am SO going to doom you after all this is over." Gaz hissed as Zim handed her a drink. "Your threats so do not affect me, Violet." He replied haughtily back and stuck his tongue out again.
"Brrrrrrraaaaaarrr!" A cyan-eyed robot rushed into the room, almost knocking over several guests. "Master!" Gir ran towards Zim, who backed up frantically waving his hands in a 'stop, don't come any closer' motion. "No! Gir, stay where you are!" Zim warned.
But it was too late. Gir latched himself onto Zim's waist and snuggled. "Gir! Get down while nobody is looking! You are embarrassing me! Go do something else!" Zim said trying to pry Gir off.
"Gir? Go entertain yourself some other way." Gaz said calmly. Much to Zim's astonishment, Gir smiled and said, "Okie-dokie!" and hopped off of Zim and proceeded to raiding the tacos by the soft drinks. "Hey! He should only obey me!" Zim retorted crossly. Gaz blew at her hair bangs and said, "Whatever…"
"You seem to say that a lot, Violet…what is it about this phrase that's so appealing to your taste in vocabulary?" Zim asked taking a sip of his drink. Gaz raised an eyebrow and mumbled, "Nothing…" before walking away, flipping her hair contemptuously as she turned her back to him.
Unluckily for Gaz, Zim fully caught that waft of fragrance as her silky violet strands brushed against his face. As he watched his 'queen' saunter further away that strong compulsive desire came back at full force and before his logical side knew what he was doing, Zim swiftly grabbed her right wrist with his left hand and pulled Gaz closer towards him. Gaz gave out a growl of frustration at her "master's" behavior. She was so sick and tired of him trying to put 'moves' on her from all that she whipped around and held out her left hand to slap him across the cheek.
But his invader awareness allowed Zim to see her next movement and he skillfully tripped her, causing her hand to miss his cheek, and by sheer-dumb-luck land her lips right on top of his. The hand she was about to use to slap him swung around and landed on his shoulder. Zim's eyes were half-closed as they locked lips but Gaz's were as wide as the dinner plates they had over at the buffet table.
Sensing her starting to sharply withdrawal from him Zim smoothly lifted his hand that wasn't holding her wrist in a vice grip and pressed her face back towards him again. He didn't understand why he was doing this, but she smelled so nice and irresistible! And she was quite tasty as he was beginning to find out. Gaz glared at him but she couldn't clamp her mouth shut for fear that he might grip her wrist tighter than it already is until his claw-like fingers puncture a vein.
When he finally needed air Zim pulled away and licked his lips, saying smugly, "Violet, you have no idea how enjoyable that was…" If looks could kill, then Zim would be a corpse before he even hit the floor. Gaz made no move to rid of his taste in her mouth but coldly she yanked her hand away and mumbled, "Jerk."
Tilting her chin up delicately with his fingers he smirked as his scarlet eyes burned into her dazed looking ones. "What? No moves to slap me, just a minor verbal insult? You must have enjoyed that kiss as much as I had…or dare I say, even more than I had?" He cooed. Gaz felt the corners of her lips twitch as she said through clenched teeth. "You wish. I'm only sparing the guests the sight of you bruised, bloody and bandaged…"
"Oh! Then maybe I should kiss you in public more often?"
"Hell, no!!! I hate you!"
"It didn't feel like you hated ZIM! –when you were whimpering…"
Gaz scoffed and turned around, only to be surrounded by a spotlight. "What-" She started but was interrupted by Gir's perky voice.
"Alright! Let's dance!!! Whoooo!!! Master! By surveillance the only two people who haven't danced are you and Ga-VIOLET! DANCE!!!" Gir shouted jumping up and down. Everyone else including the Duke and his wife turned to watch the two, as they were both standing in the spotlight.
"Zim, I hate you…" Gaz muttered under her breath. Nobody else heard her, but Zim sure did. "Violet, play along!" He hissed back. She stubbornly narrowed her eyes and turned her head away, even though everyone's eyes were upon them. There were some hushed speaking in the crowd as a few Neprelinians wondered why they aren't dancing yet.
Grrr…she is my servant, even though she's pretending to be my queen. And as a queen she has to obey me or suffer the consequences! Zim thought about how he was going to get her to waltz with him when he suddenly caught the gleam of her necklace. Of course… Zim pointed to his neck and began tapping at the necklace that she was forced to wear. To everyone else it seemed like he was doing the honor of fixing her necklace.
Gaz suddenly felt light-headed; like she was being sedated. However her arm has begun to wrap itself around his shoulder as he took her hand. Before she knew it, she was stepping alongside Zim while following his movements! The whole room exploded in applause as the Duke and his wife smiled.
"Zim…What. Did. You. Do?" She growled out, but she made sure her voice was quiet.
"Something that a Tallest does to contain his adversary…or, in this case, a very disobedient queen!" He chuckled darkly.
Gaz had no choice but to dance with him even though she didn't to. She prayed that this torture would only last for a few minutes…
After the Dance…Zim observed all the Neprelinians as he sipped his drink. The Duke was speaking to him but he only nodded and mumbled a few words here and there. Truthfully he was beginning to grow tired. After the dance with Gaz they had awkwardly departed and had to endure shouts of complimenting them as a lovely couple. Gaz had excused herself and was now speaking to the Duchess (he knew she was finding reasons to avoid him).
In all honesty this ball was starting to get dreadfully boring. After speaking with the Duchess Gaz turned around and headed to the refreshment stand. Sleep was starting to overtake her, but she couldn't fall asleep right here. She tried to look past the clusters of Neprelinians to find Zim. As much as she hated his Irken guts he was the only one she knew in the room.
Something tapped her shoulder and she whipped around to see a tall Neprelinian with teal eyes and soft-blue skin staring at her. "I am called Eugdrasil by my fellow Neprelinians, and I mean to ask may I have the honor of asking you for a dance, Your Highness?" He bowed and smiled at her, that kind of nervous smile one would have when talking to someone of a higher status.
Gaz, bored out of her mind, bowed in return and replied, "It would be my plea-"
"Ahem…" Came an obnoxious voice from behind her.
Gaz mentally vowed to punch Zim in the stomach as soon as they're alone as she turned to face him. He was looking absolutely cross at, with his arms folded and a foot tapping. His slim antennas quivered irately as he glared at both Gaz and Eugdrasil, who was looking positively confused. Zim's body language was clearly saying: Violet, step AWAY from him. NOW.
Gaz heatedly glared at him right back as she mouthed her reply. MAKE me. Zim was finding this feistiness in her to be quite tempting; oh, how she would prove to be such a satisfying entertainment on those sad raining days…
By now Eugdrasil has sensed the electrifying tension between them and wisely backed off with an apologetic look at Zim. But it didn't matter, because Zim was completing absorbed in this little glaring contest he had going on between him and Violet.
Suddenly a horn blew and all the Neprelinians in the room turned to face the Duke. Fredrick cleared his throat and said in his loud booming voice, "Well, we wish that we could stay longer, but alas! Our frolicking has come to an end! Let us remember this joyful day! Your Highness Zim, thank you for inviting us. If fate allows it, we shall meet again!"
All the Neprelinians clapped at their leader's speech before walking out. The Duke himself didn't seem to notice that Zim wasn't paying attention. As all the Neprelinians filed out the palace leaving the whole ball room vacant save for two people, Gir burst out from under the table munching tacos and staring at them before speaking in a voice no one would expect hear from the little robot.
"Master, your face is so close to Gazzie's! Hold her!" Gir egged him on. That apparently caused both of them to blush insanely, while Zim shook his fist at Gir. "Gir, do not speak such nonsense! I would never do something as repulsive as that!"
"Loser."
"Hmm?" Zim looked at Gaz. She had victorious smirk on her face. "I win this Glaring Contest because you looked away, Zim."
Zim's eyes twitched angrily as he shouted, "Not true! Gir distracted me! Foolish human slave; savor your victory while you can…because the Almighty ZIM will get REVENGE! And then you shall be mine! MINE!!!" Zim hissed at her before suddenly realizing the last part of his declaration. This time since no one else besides him, Gaz and Gir were present he smacked himself on the head. "Stupid, stupid, stupid…" He muttered under his breath.
Gaz scoffed at him retorting, "Over my DEAD body!" before stomping to her room to retire, leaving a stunned Zim behind with Gir doing handstands and screaming, "Tacos!"
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