[ I am always hoping for a really long chapter to this, but I never get the
time to do just that. I have so many people wanting things from me, believe
it or not. I need to go outside, I need to help somebody, I need to do
homework, I need to put an art-request up. Plus, X-Mas is coming up, and I
have to . . . :: Shudders. :: save up money so I can buy my close family
material possessions. Goddamn this society and their need for . . . stuff.
Well, anywho, I'll try for a longer chapter this time. (Damn. Aren't you
tired of hearing me saying that?) ]
Nao looked at the ground once again, daylight creeping up over the horizon. She threw up her arms in defeat, rendering the fact that the human was right. She was stranded here. She had no other choice to destroy the alien she was ordered to do anyhow, she couldn't have a minor mishap stand in the way of the bigger mission! She clenched her teeth, and glared into the eyes of Dib.
"You do know that I still have to destroy that alien." She said quietly. "I am not supposed to fail my mission. If I do . . ." Nao quietly trailed off, not wanting to explain what else would happen. How could the human know? She dropped her head, her top and bottom eyelids meeting slowly, separating her into darkness. The safe, warm darkness that, inevitably, everything would slide into one day. She shook her head slightly, so it would become barely noticeable to her acquaintance. No. She was not to think like that. She had the blood of a warrior. Warriors were not to lose their ambition.
Dib only nodded, looking at the glossy-looking grass beneath him. What was he supposed to say? He was milling odd ideas around in his head. He prayed to the cosmos and beyond that he would be able to return home as soon as he could figure something out. That was just it. His mind was destined to stay as foggy as it has become. With the new events and odd happenings, Dib sighed.
~*~*~
1 In my head, I have dreams
I have visions of many things
Questions, longings, in my mind
Excerpts fill my head
I feel so trapped instead, but
Trapped doesn't seem so bad . . .
'Cause you are here
~*~*~
Nao tugged on Dib's sleeve, motioning him to follow as she began to trot towards an unknown destination, but Dib did not budge. Nao quirked a thin eyebrow as Dib fell to his knees in the midst of the field. He had nowhere to go. No home. Nothing. Where was he going to live? How was he going to live? A sudden wave of darkened emotions ran through his body, rushing at a malevolent pace. Nao kneeled before him, her eyes burning into his own. "Dib," she said quietly. "What is wrong?"
"Shoot me," Dib said, taking her question as a rhetorical one. "Shoot me down. None of this is ever going to work. It will all fizzle. Every bit of it, I know that."
Nao wrinkled her nose, realizing that what he said was absolute bullshit. Anger flared into her eyes as she narrowed them, still looking into the human's eyes. What was she to make of this? How could she feel anger for something so fragile? After all, she was the one to point the finger at. Nao sighed, and held out her left hand for the human to take, her wrist slim and fragile looking. Large, sharp claws tipped the ends of her slender fingers.
Dib just looked at her, confusing lurking beyond his foggy glasses, a slow and agonizing pain in his heart made him cringe. He hoped Nao did not notice that. He noticed the temperature of the world around him. It was dreadfully getting cold. He sighed once again, keeping the malevolent thoughts of his own delusional prison away from his brain - to which it was already threatening insanity on him. Slowly, he extended his own hand, letting Nao embrace it. He noted that she was not cold at all. Her body heat seemed to warm him, giving his soul inspiration to live. Looking at the ground, he tried to hide the smile threatening to break out. Still, he felt trapped with nowhere to run to, but he had somebody to look towards. He lifted his head and pointed his gaze at the anthropomorph, smiling.
Naomi smiled, pulling her hand away from Dib's, holding his hand with her right hand. Slowly, Dib's smile faded into a thin line. She placed her left hand on Dib's shoulder, making sure that her claws did not dig into his fragile skin. Her smile broadened, as well as his, and she brought him into a hug, something that her race, the Dirsevs, did not do so often. She flinched; trying to recoil from the touch she had just brought upon herself, but knew it was the best idea she had ever come to in her mind in her entire life. Within the cold night's air, their frigid breath's smoke- like apparition met and twined together, dancing like a pixie in the moonlight. It was so cold, yet their aura, together, brought a sense of peace upon each other, a sense of comfort, and of warmth.
Dib flinched as well as he was pulled into the hug. He, in his tired and weak state, did not fight off what the Dirsev had done to him. After all, he was pleased that she had brought contact with him and her. Too many times, he had felt horrible. Cold and all alone, he would sit in his room. Nobody to comfort him. Not even his very own father would pretend he wasn't there. He knew his father was not anything but apathy with a mask of flesh and bones ever since his mother had passed, but none of this mattered now. He was not cold. And he was definitely not alone. So, instead of letting Imôto do all the contact, he brought his arms up, wrapping them around her. A gesture of kindness, and of friendship. He smiled to himself, bringing his gaze up to Nao, showing her that he was glad she was there. He knew she was just as glad as she was, as well.
Naomi pulled away from their embrace, a smile plastered to her face. How could she not be happy? She was truly happy, something very, very rare in a Disevian warrior's society. Too many times, a warrior would be too busy. Plus, love was frowned upon in their society. But was love the real word for the action that had just taken place? No, of course it wasn't. Naomi was simply showing the human that he was not alone. That he did have a friend, and that friend was something that he would never lose. Ever.
"You know," Naomi expressed. "You are never going to lose me, Dib. I will promise you one thing. You won't ever lose me. I will be there through thick and thin, as I've showed to you." She smiled slightly, looking at him with hopeful and bright eyes.
Dib returned the smile, standing up from the fetal position that he brought himself to. He swayed slowly in the frosty weather, the cold embracing him, digging sharp needles of plummeting temperature into his skin. He winced as the cold bit into him, but kept that smile on his face nevertheless.
"I know this, Nao." Dib returned, biting his tongue. "I thank you, dearly. Throughout my life, I don't think I've ever had a friend as special as you." He looked at her, one of his eyes closed, the other with his eyebrow raised. He felt awkward. He didn't like explaining his life story - however surreal he may put it - to anybody.
~*~*~
It doesn't mean anything
Without you
Here with me
I could try to justify
But I still need you . . . here with me
In my heart
I have hope
Built on dreams
You'll never know
Answers to ideas left behind
~*~*~
Naomi stood as well, facing Dib with courage in her eyes. What was she to do now? She had just made a commitment of friendship to an alien on a foreign planet. She grinned at herself.
"Now, it is time to kill that diabolical space alien." She said to Dib, amusement coursing through her words. She knew it was time, and she had not yet given up her mission. Of course not! Dirsev warrior, no matter how low they were looked upon, always finished their mission. Dire states were nothing to complain about. She wouldn't mind being stuck here.
Dib smiled luridly back at her.
"Of course," he uttered. "But how?"
Nao shrugged. How was she supposed to know? Her battle plans had been blown up with her ship. "Well," she sighed. "I suppose we should just use brute force to bash into the home, wherever it is, kill the alien quickly and quietly, and leave without causing any disruption in the home."
Dib closed one eye. "No, I do not believe that will work. Zim's house is a very, very large computer. The computer is voice operated and has many, many long tentacles. Those tentacles are lethal, believe me." Dib felt satisfied with his words enough that he was going to let Nao speak, but Nao couldn't speak. She was astonished by the human's knowledge of the alien invading his own planet. She quirked an eyebrow.
"You know about this alien?" she asked skeptically.
~*~*~
Visions fill my head
I feel so trapped instead, but
Trapped didn't seem so bad . . .
'Cause you are near
It doesn't mean anything
Without you
Here with me
Well I could try to justify
But I still need you . . . here with me
I can't do anything without you
You give me strength to do anything
~*~*~
"Of course," Dib beamed. "I have been studying him. I believe you were chasing him before you crashed. He was chasing me before I veered into an alleyway. I had been on another spy mission to gather information on him so I could present it to my Swollen Eyeball cliché." Dib took a deep breath, sympathy in his eyes. "I am truly sorry. I did not know you were following him. If I had known, I wouldn't have made him turn quite so hard." He went on with his story that he had paused a few seconds ago. "Anyhow, Zim had found me and I just simply ran after he threatened to kill me. The alien has the power to do just that, so I decided I wouldn't stay around and tempt him." He laughed a sort, and looked at the dazed Naomi Imôto.
"I had no idea that a human with your brain capacity could figure something like this out! I congratulate you." She swished her tail, and flicked an ear forwards - feeling more awkward than before. To get rid of the feeling, she began walking. "Where is this alien's home?" Dib only pointed towards the west part of the city.
"About four blocks from here." He stated.
And with that, they took off, deciding the fate for the alien.
[ Wow. A lot longer than most of my chapters. I suppose next chapter will decide fates of . . . things. And stuff. Yeah. Good idea. Egh. I am sorry I haven't been updating this thing. I am trying to get over a bad case of Writer's Block. Ah well. Enjoy. ]
Nao looked at the ground once again, daylight creeping up over the horizon. She threw up her arms in defeat, rendering the fact that the human was right. She was stranded here. She had no other choice to destroy the alien she was ordered to do anyhow, she couldn't have a minor mishap stand in the way of the bigger mission! She clenched her teeth, and glared into the eyes of Dib.
"You do know that I still have to destroy that alien." She said quietly. "I am not supposed to fail my mission. If I do . . ." Nao quietly trailed off, not wanting to explain what else would happen. How could the human know? She dropped her head, her top and bottom eyelids meeting slowly, separating her into darkness. The safe, warm darkness that, inevitably, everything would slide into one day. She shook her head slightly, so it would become barely noticeable to her acquaintance. No. She was not to think like that. She had the blood of a warrior. Warriors were not to lose their ambition.
Dib only nodded, looking at the glossy-looking grass beneath him. What was he supposed to say? He was milling odd ideas around in his head. He prayed to the cosmos and beyond that he would be able to return home as soon as he could figure something out. That was just it. His mind was destined to stay as foggy as it has become. With the new events and odd happenings, Dib sighed.
~*~*~
1 In my head, I have dreams
I have visions of many things
Questions, longings, in my mind
Excerpts fill my head
I feel so trapped instead, but
Trapped doesn't seem so bad . . .
'Cause you are here
~*~*~
Nao tugged on Dib's sleeve, motioning him to follow as she began to trot towards an unknown destination, but Dib did not budge. Nao quirked a thin eyebrow as Dib fell to his knees in the midst of the field. He had nowhere to go. No home. Nothing. Where was he going to live? How was he going to live? A sudden wave of darkened emotions ran through his body, rushing at a malevolent pace. Nao kneeled before him, her eyes burning into his own. "Dib," she said quietly. "What is wrong?"
"Shoot me," Dib said, taking her question as a rhetorical one. "Shoot me down. None of this is ever going to work. It will all fizzle. Every bit of it, I know that."
Nao wrinkled her nose, realizing that what he said was absolute bullshit. Anger flared into her eyes as she narrowed them, still looking into the human's eyes. What was she to make of this? How could she feel anger for something so fragile? After all, she was the one to point the finger at. Nao sighed, and held out her left hand for the human to take, her wrist slim and fragile looking. Large, sharp claws tipped the ends of her slender fingers.
Dib just looked at her, confusing lurking beyond his foggy glasses, a slow and agonizing pain in his heart made him cringe. He hoped Nao did not notice that. He noticed the temperature of the world around him. It was dreadfully getting cold. He sighed once again, keeping the malevolent thoughts of his own delusional prison away from his brain - to which it was already threatening insanity on him. Slowly, he extended his own hand, letting Nao embrace it. He noted that she was not cold at all. Her body heat seemed to warm him, giving his soul inspiration to live. Looking at the ground, he tried to hide the smile threatening to break out. Still, he felt trapped with nowhere to run to, but he had somebody to look towards. He lifted his head and pointed his gaze at the anthropomorph, smiling.
Naomi smiled, pulling her hand away from Dib's, holding his hand with her right hand. Slowly, Dib's smile faded into a thin line. She placed her left hand on Dib's shoulder, making sure that her claws did not dig into his fragile skin. Her smile broadened, as well as his, and she brought him into a hug, something that her race, the Dirsevs, did not do so often. She flinched; trying to recoil from the touch she had just brought upon herself, but knew it was the best idea she had ever come to in her mind in her entire life. Within the cold night's air, their frigid breath's smoke- like apparition met and twined together, dancing like a pixie in the moonlight. It was so cold, yet their aura, together, brought a sense of peace upon each other, a sense of comfort, and of warmth.
Dib flinched as well as he was pulled into the hug. He, in his tired and weak state, did not fight off what the Dirsev had done to him. After all, he was pleased that she had brought contact with him and her. Too many times, he had felt horrible. Cold and all alone, he would sit in his room. Nobody to comfort him. Not even his very own father would pretend he wasn't there. He knew his father was not anything but apathy with a mask of flesh and bones ever since his mother had passed, but none of this mattered now. He was not cold. And he was definitely not alone. So, instead of letting Imôto do all the contact, he brought his arms up, wrapping them around her. A gesture of kindness, and of friendship. He smiled to himself, bringing his gaze up to Nao, showing her that he was glad she was there. He knew she was just as glad as she was, as well.
Naomi pulled away from their embrace, a smile plastered to her face. How could she not be happy? She was truly happy, something very, very rare in a Disevian warrior's society. Too many times, a warrior would be too busy. Plus, love was frowned upon in their society. But was love the real word for the action that had just taken place? No, of course it wasn't. Naomi was simply showing the human that he was not alone. That he did have a friend, and that friend was something that he would never lose. Ever.
"You know," Naomi expressed. "You are never going to lose me, Dib. I will promise you one thing. You won't ever lose me. I will be there through thick and thin, as I've showed to you." She smiled slightly, looking at him with hopeful and bright eyes.
Dib returned the smile, standing up from the fetal position that he brought himself to. He swayed slowly in the frosty weather, the cold embracing him, digging sharp needles of plummeting temperature into his skin. He winced as the cold bit into him, but kept that smile on his face nevertheless.
"I know this, Nao." Dib returned, biting his tongue. "I thank you, dearly. Throughout my life, I don't think I've ever had a friend as special as you." He looked at her, one of his eyes closed, the other with his eyebrow raised. He felt awkward. He didn't like explaining his life story - however surreal he may put it - to anybody.
~*~*~
It doesn't mean anything
Without you
Here with me
I could try to justify
But I still need you . . . here with me
In my heart
I have hope
Built on dreams
You'll never know
Answers to ideas left behind
~*~*~
Naomi stood as well, facing Dib with courage in her eyes. What was she to do now? She had just made a commitment of friendship to an alien on a foreign planet. She grinned at herself.
"Now, it is time to kill that diabolical space alien." She said to Dib, amusement coursing through her words. She knew it was time, and she had not yet given up her mission. Of course not! Dirsev warrior, no matter how low they were looked upon, always finished their mission. Dire states were nothing to complain about. She wouldn't mind being stuck here.
Dib smiled luridly back at her.
"Of course," he uttered. "But how?"
Nao shrugged. How was she supposed to know? Her battle plans had been blown up with her ship. "Well," she sighed. "I suppose we should just use brute force to bash into the home, wherever it is, kill the alien quickly and quietly, and leave without causing any disruption in the home."
Dib closed one eye. "No, I do not believe that will work. Zim's house is a very, very large computer. The computer is voice operated and has many, many long tentacles. Those tentacles are lethal, believe me." Dib felt satisfied with his words enough that he was going to let Nao speak, but Nao couldn't speak. She was astonished by the human's knowledge of the alien invading his own planet. She quirked an eyebrow.
"You know about this alien?" she asked skeptically.
~*~*~
Visions fill my head
I feel so trapped instead, but
Trapped didn't seem so bad . . .
'Cause you are near
It doesn't mean anything
Without you
Here with me
Well I could try to justify
But I still need you . . . here with me
I can't do anything without you
You give me strength to do anything
~*~*~
"Of course," Dib beamed. "I have been studying him. I believe you were chasing him before you crashed. He was chasing me before I veered into an alleyway. I had been on another spy mission to gather information on him so I could present it to my Swollen Eyeball cliché." Dib took a deep breath, sympathy in his eyes. "I am truly sorry. I did not know you were following him. If I had known, I wouldn't have made him turn quite so hard." He went on with his story that he had paused a few seconds ago. "Anyhow, Zim had found me and I just simply ran after he threatened to kill me. The alien has the power to do just that, so I decided I wouldn't stay around and tempt him." He laughed a sort, and looked at the dazed Naomi Imôto.
"I had no idea that a human with your brain capacity could figure something like this out! I congratulate you." She swished her tail, and flicked an ear forwards - feeling more awkward than before. To get rid of the feeling, she began walking. "Where is this alien's home?" Dib only pointed towards the west part of the city.
"About four blocks from here." He stated.
And with that, they took off, deciding the fate for the alien.
[ Wow. A lot longer than most of my chapters. I suppose next chapter will decide fates of . . . things. And stuff. Yeah. Good idea. Egh. I am sorry I haven't been updating this thing. I am trying to get over a bad case of Writer's Block. Ah well. Enjoy. ]
