(This idea didn't really come to me until I read a fic by GirChic entitled "HOW THE S.I.R. STOLE CHRISTMAS - FROM THE TOWN!". In such a case I
dedicate it to her. I dunno what I'm going to do with this as of right now; hopefully you'll like it!)
GirChic: I get a fic dedicated to me!!
Ztarlight: Wha---?! Where's you come from?
GirChic: Over there. ::points to radiator::
Ztarlight: ::sighs:: Well, as you know by now, I don---
GirChic: Can I say it? HuhhuhcanIcanIpleasepleasepleaselemmesayit!!!
Ztarlight: Okay.
GirChic: YAY! As you know by now, Ztarlight doesn't own IZ. Neither does The Slayer, who I usually do disclaimers for, but she's not here right now.
The Slayer: Says who?
Ztarlight: Oh, boy...
The Spirits of the Seasons
Chapter Two: Lights!
"But Master..."
"For the last time Gir, no!"
"Oh fine..."
Zim frowned at his S.I.R. unit and sighed. "What is it about this human holiday that appeals to you so much?"
Gir shook his head. "You wouldn't understand, Master."
"Me? The Great Zim? Not understand?! WHERE would you get an idea like *that*?"
Gir gazed dreamily out the window. "It's a long story..."
"Oh." Zim fell silent. "I guess it's just as well then. I don't have time for a story. I have work to do." And with that he disappeared down the toilet.
Gir sighed. "Fine then. I don't need your permission to be happy." The tiny andriod fetched his green puppy disguise and headed out the door.
"Why doesn't he like the holidays?"
Gir wondered this single thought aloud over and over again. December - especially the last three weeks - were a time of peace and a time to
celebrate. And right now, during the evening of Christmas, the world was at its peak. Every person passing by had a smile on their faces. Several
humans grouped together to sing carols, ranging from decking hallways with jolly holly to quiet evenings, and from winter wonderlands to a reindeer
with a lightbulb for a nose! Gir liked that idea. "I want a lightbulb nose that gloes like a lightbulb!"
But what awed Gir most of all was the lights.
Down one street, each house shone in a bright display of colour, lighting up the frosty air in hues of white, blue, or even rainbow swirls. Vividly coloured
statues of Rudolph, Santa Claus, and Frosty the Snowman greeted the onlookers with shining eyes and cheerful smiles. Yet no ones eyes shone more
than Gir's did.
Down another street, the setup was twice as brilliant as the first road. Flashing decorations, twinkling stars, and joyous strings of light dressed the
houses up against the dark evening cky. That all quickly changed, as clouds flew in overhead and the Heavens released the purest form of falling
wonder - snow.
The snow fell down, lightly but fast, dusting the streets, sidewalks, and people with a light white blanket. Gir smiled and danced in the streetlight,
basking in the glow all around.
(Maybe someday, Master will understand what the Lights are really like,) he thought as he spun in the glow of the season, (But for now, the night
belongs to me.)
~*FIN*~
Ztarlight: Hmm... a bit shorter than I had intended, but I think it turned out okay!
GirChic: I like it!! It's dedicated to meeeeeee!!
Ztarlight: So, Slayer, how did *you* get in here?
The Slayer: The door.
GirChic: I came in through the hot place!!
Ztarlight: Well, I hope that you all enjoyed that little holiday excerpt. I think the reason The Slayer and GirChic are here is because my muse is asleep.
Trust me, that IS a good thing. I'll be updating this periodically, as the seasons pass, so... watch for it!... I guess...
GirChic: AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!!
Ztarlight: Yeah, that too.... please?
dedicate it to her. I dunno what I'm going to do with this as of right now; hopefully you'll like it!)
GirChic: I get a fic dedicated to me!!
Ztarlight: Wha---?! Where's you come from?
GirChic: Over there. ::points to radiator::
Ztarlight: ::sighs:: Well, as you know by now, I don---
GirChic: Can I say it? HuhhuhcanIcanIpleasepleasepleaselemmesayit!!!
Ztarlight: Okay.
GirChic: YAY! As you know by now, Ztarlight doesn't own IZ. Neither does The Slayer, who I usually do disclaimers for, but she's not here right now.
The Slayer: Says who?
Ztarlight: Oh, boy...
The Spirits of the Seasons
Chapter Two: Lights!
"But Master..."
"For the last time Gir, no!"
"Oh fine..."
Zim frowned at his S.I.R. unit and sighed. "What is it about this human holiday that appeals to you so much?"
Gir shook his head. "You wouldn't understand, Master."
"Me? The Great Zim? Not understand?! WHERE would you get an idea like *that*?"
Gir gazed dreamily out the window. "It's a long story..."
"Oh." Zim fell silent. "I guess it's just as well then. I don't have time for a story. I have work to do." And with that he disappeared down the toilet.
Gir sighed. "Fine then. I don't need your permission to be happy." The tiny andriod fetched his green puppy disguise and headed out the door.
"Why doesn't he like the holidays?"
Gir wondered this single thought aloud over and over again. December - especially the last three weeks - were a time of peace and a time to
celebrate. And right now, during the evening of Christmas, the world was at its peak. Every person passing by had a smile on their faces. Several
humans grouped together to sing carols, ranging from decking hallways with jolly holly to quiet evenings, and from winter wonderlands to a reindeer
with a lightbulb for a nose! Gir liked that idea. "I want a lightbulb nose that gloes like a lightbulb!"
But what awed Gir most of all was the lights.
Down one street, each house shone in a bright display of colour, lighting up the frosty air in hues of white, blue, or even rainbow swirls. Vividly coloured
statues of Rudolph, Santa Claus, and Frosty the Snowman greeted the onlookers with shining eyes and cheerful smiles. Yet no ones eyes shone more
than Gir's did.
Down another street, the setup was twice as brilliant as the first road. Flashing decorations, twinkling stars, and joyous strings of light dressed the
houses up against the dark evening cky. That all quickly changed, as clouds flew in overhead and the Heavens released the purest form of falling
wonder - snow.
The snow fell down, lightly but fast, dusting the streets, sidewalks, and people with a light white blanket. Gir smiled and danced in the streetlight,
basking in the glow all around.
(Maybe someday, Master will understand what the Lights are really like,) he thought as he spun in the glow of the season, (But for now, the night
belongs to me.)
~*FIN*~
Ztarlight: Hmm... a bit shorter than I had intended, but I think it turned out okay!
GirChic: I like it!! It's dedicated to meeeeeee!!
Ztarlight: So, Slayer, how did *you* get in here?
The Slayer: The door.
GirChic: I came in through the hot place!!
Ztarlight: Well, I hope that you all enjoyed that little holiday excerpt. I think the reason The Slayer and GirChic are here is because my muse is asleep.
Trust me, that IS a good thing. I'll be updating this periodically, as the seasons pass, so... watch for it!... I guess...
GirChic: AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!!
Ztarlight: Yeah, that too.... please?
