A/N Hello! Firstly, thank you to all the people who comment and stuff on this continuously. You are fantastic. And hey! I even managed to finish something on time! Go me! Anyway, without further hold up I say go forth and enjoy this chapter; for it is filled with wonderful chaptery goodness. (People need to stop letting me do things at 4am.) Anywho, please keep reviewing! It makes everything easier to write (And sometimes it even sparks ideas for new things based on the comments.) I hope you all have a fantastic...whatever time of day it is! Enjoy!
Before Zim could really react, Dib pulled away. He looked away from the alien on his lap, a blush on his face. He hadn't meant to do that, really. But with that shirt, and Zim sitting in his lap, it couldn't be helped.
It took a moment for the Irken to process what had just happened. He'd seen humans do it all the time. If he remembered properly, it was supposed to be some sort of mating ritual. Zim narrowed is eyes at the human. How dare he touch Zim like that.
"Do not put your filthy germs on Zim!" He yelled, getting up off Dib.
Dib whipped his head back. "You were the one that got on my lap!" He yelled back, standing up. "Silence!" The human was a bit taller than him, which only fueled the anger, especially when said human was using that height to his advantage. "Pathetic human," he spat.
Dib narrowed his eyes. He did expect anger from the other, he was not putting up with his. "Listen to me space freak-"
He swiped forward with a clawed hand and connected with the side of Dib's face, leaving three, long cuts across his left cheek. They were deep, maybe deeper than Zim had intended to make them, but at the moment he didn't care. Zim wasn't letting a human, a creature far below himself, talk to him like that.
Pain. The first thing he felt was pain, and then the blood running down his face. "What the fuck!" He yelled. "What the hell is your problem?" Dib was furious. He needed something to stop the bleeding. He took a quick look around and upon finding nothing, pulled off his shirt, balled it up, and pressed it to his face.
He had been injured like this before by the alien, if not worse. Their previous fights had gotten pretty intense, but back then Dib was expecting it. Hell, he may have even deserved it. But all he did was kiss the stupid moron in front of him.
"Do not interrupt Zim." The Irken stood defiantly, arms crossed and back straight.
He glared at the Irken while trying to put enough pressure to make his face stop bleeding. It felt like his stomach was being squeezed and twisted. He was shocked that Zim had done something like this to him after how the last week or so had been. He shouldn't have been, but he was; the alien was clearly insane.
He pulled the shirt away from his face; it was most likely ruined with the amount of blood on it. He sighed, the bleeding had slowed, but he would need to give himself stitches. When he looked at the Irken and found a lack of remorse, something snapped inside the human.
He shoved passed the smaller alien and grabbed his stuff before shoving it into his backpack. Dib put his coat back on and did it up before turning and leaving silently.
Zim dropped his arms, his antennae falling from an aggressive stance to a more relaxed one. He hadn't expected the human to leave; he'd delivered more devastating injuries in the past. Zim had seen the evidence of those fights on the human.
When Dib had taken off his shirt, Zim could see the scars that those fights had left behind. The Irken had fared out better; mostly because Irkens healed faster then humans. Instead of feeling good, like he usually did when he 'won' a fight, Zim felt a bit guilty.
Maybe he shouldn't have reacted that badly? Maybe he shouldn't have swiped at the Dib like he had? He sighed and dropped back onto the couch; his body sagging a bit as he did.
It wasn't his fault. The human shouldn't have done that to Zim. He had no right to touch him like that. He kept repeating that himself, but it didn't seem to be convincing him. Zim wanted to know if the human was alright, but Zim didn't apologize. So instead; he did nothing.
Dib flung the front door open and stormed inside. Thankfully he had the car today or getting home would have been agonizing. He headed to his room to grab the first aid kit. It wasn't the standard kit; Dib had altered it shortly after the fights with Zim began.
Mostly cause going to the hospital was out of the question with the kind of injuries he had, and how often he had them. But also because some of the injuries he got from the alien needed special care. Most of the stuff had been stolen from his father'.,ls lab, but other stuff he had bought.
Dib took the kit into the bathroom and shut the door. The first step was cleaning off the wound, the next was disinfecting it. He swore under his breath, that shit stung.
Once that was done, Dib was able to take a look at the wound. It was deep, but luckily he didn't think it was going to scar. He pulled out a small device, reminiscent of a stapler, and activated it. After a few more times the scars were closed up, although still ugly looking. They cuts would be prominent for a week or so, before they began fading and eventually disappeared altogether.
The human sighed and cleaned up the bathroom, before heading back to his room to sulk. He held up the shirt and examined it.
The shirt had been totally ruined, there was no doubt there. But Dib was a little sad to see it go, it had been his favorite one. He tossed it towards the garbage can before taking a seat in the computer chair.
He spun around a few times and stared up at the ceiling. He'd known forever that Zim had violent tendencies, and it wasn't exactly unheard of for the alien to attack somebody. But he really had hoped that they had developed some kind of friendship, and that maybe that meant Zim would be nicer to him.
"Wrong again." He reached out and grabbed the computer desk, effectively stopping the spinning. Dib opened up his laptop and pulled out the homework he had been trying to do earlier.
Since his reconnect with the alien, he had been pushing most of his school work to the side in favor of spending time with the other. Now seemed like a good time to get to work on the ever growing pile.
When he finally finished, it was just after eleven pm. Dib yawned and stretched out, standing up from his chair. He quickly checked his phone, but unsurprisingly there were no messages. Not that he really expected any different.
While Zim did text him occasionally; it wasn't like the alien was known for sucking up his pride and admitting he was wrong. Dib tossed the phone back onto his desk and took off his pants before crawling into bed. It was probably good that he was getting the rest. Usually he stayed at Zim's until late so by the time he got home, the human was usually pretty tired. Within minutes he was fast asleep; completely missing it when his phone chimed.
Zim was laying in bed, the blanket wrapped around him forming some sort of nest. He held out the disguised Irken communication device. After moping and watching tv for a few hours, Zim had noticed that the human had left one of his text books on the couch. He had also managed to get blood on Zim's couch.
But the Irken had taken it upon himself to text the human to inform him. It was nothing more than that; he just didn't want the Dib knocking on his door later to get it. Or that's what he wanted to believe anyway.
The truth was, Zim found himself feeling lonely for the first time since Dib had started coming over. It was an easy way to distract himself from the things he didn't want to remember when the human was here to bother him.
The alien sighed and checked his phone again. It had been just over an hour since he sent the first text. He was trying to be patient; Zim didn't want Dib getting angry again, but it was hard. He rolled onto his stomach before dropping the device on the bed next to him.
It was a possibility the human was asleep, so maybe once he noticed the phone going off he'd respond, right? Right or wrong it was what Zim was choosing to believe. The Irken didn't even notice when he drifted off to sleep, making sure to keep the device close as he did.
It had been two days since the incident and Dib was still refusing to speak to Zim. The alien had sent out a few texts but still; there was silence.
By now he knew there was no way the Dib hadn't noticed the texts, he was clearly being ignored.
"Stupid, infuriating human!" He spat, pacing around the living room. There was only an hour before Zim had to head to work and he was debating going to the human's house to confront him again. School was over by now and given the amount of time Dib had spent at Zim's over the last two weeks, he clearly had nothing better to be doing.
"I should have destroyed him years ago." After work. He would go and confront the human after he got off, no matter if the Dib liked it or not.
Dib had com downstairs in search of snacks; he'd been ignoring Zim for the past two days, hoping that maybe he would learn some kind of lesson from it. He figured he'd send the green moron a text tomorrow, inviting him to do something possibly.
But he was going to make the best out of tonight, even if he really wanted to be with the irritating Irken.
"What are you still doing here?" A voice asked from behind him.
Dib froze as he reached for a can of soda, he hadn't even been aware that Gaz was here. "I, uh." He stood up, soda in hand and rubbed the back of his neck. Hopefully he'd be able to get out of this without another injury to add to the one of his face. "I just wanted a soda. I ran out of snacks upstairs." He closed his eyes and gave her a half smile. "I was just on my way back up, so you wont hear me at all if you just let me go now..." he trailed off.
"No you idiot. I meant in the house." A pause. "Shouldn't you be out at your boyfriends or something?" She crossed her arms and leaned against one of the counters.
Dib glared at her. "First, he's not my boyfriend." She raised an eyebrow but said nothing. "Second," Dib pointed to my face. "He did that last time I was there. So I'm ignoring him for a few days."
"What did you expect from a psychotic alien?" She asked. "Look, I'm going to keep this short but you hang around with him because he's different. And that also includes him being crazy, erratic and whatever else you see in him."
Dib opened his mouth to deny liking Zim at all, especially after the shit he pulled, but was quickly silenced.
"I'm not done." She stated. "I don't know what kind of crap you idiots have going on, but you're both just that, idiots." A pause. "What I'm saying is go and make up with your gay alien lover and stop moping around the house. You're killing my gaming vibe."
With that, she walked out of the room, ignoring any further protest from her moronic brother.
