Disclaimer: I don't own anything, I don't have any money. Don't sue me.
Warnings: This will eventually be slash. Uh. that's about it.
Author's notes: Thanks so much for your reviews! They made my day, you nice people, you. I'll probably have the next part up today or tomorrow, but I have no idea how long this is going to be. Coyotestar, I went and read "Electric Conflict of Bloodstone", and you're totally awesome! I love your Miss Bitters.
Bliss
CHEER! Zim's daring plan!
Zim was perplexed. Now, Zim had been perplexed many, many times since he had come to this tallest-forsaken stinkball, but not usually about a human. As a species, they were fairly simple to figure out. They went to skool, they came home, they ate, they shat, and they slept. They were, for the most part, jerks. There was only one exception to this rule: Dib. He and Dib had their rivalry down to a science after all these years. Every morning at exactly 10:07, they walked into their shared Biology class and began their first fight of the day, always a verbal one. At 10:57, they parted ways again until lunch. At lunch they would start a screaming match that lasted until 12:03, when they took their quarrel outside to "finish this once and for all". After the scuffle, which would inevitably be broken up by a teacher of some sort, they spent the rest of the day glaring at each other and hissing insults.
Today, however, Dib didn't give it his all. Their banter had developed a certain.affectionate undertone since elementary skool, probably because they had both accepted that they were at a standstill, but today it just wasn't there. It was replaced with something like desperation, like he was proving something today that he wasn't trying to prove yesterday. Now it was lunch and he wasn't in the cafeteria, so Zim was outside looking for him, more than a little concerned. Who would keep him in shape if Dib weren't around? Who would notice him? Zim wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he'd take hate over indifference any day. At least hate procured him some attention.
Zim figured it had something to do with all the kids saying that Dib was "gay", but why would they make such a big deal out of him being happy? They were calling him a "faggot" as well, but he didn't know what that had to do with anything either. Admittedly, Zim didn't know much about this thing humans called "slang", but he figured that "gay" meant something other than happy. He rounded the corner when he finally spied Dib leaning against a tree. There was something in his stance that told Zim that he should stay back, at least for now.
This isn't what perplexed him. He could read Dib's moods and body language almost as well as his own by now. What had him thinking was the way Dib looked. He knew to stay away, but at the same time, Dib looked so heartbroken. He was tempted to rush up and give him a hug. Sure, they were rivals, but at the same time, almost everything Zim did was to impress him. All the plots, the inventions, the efforts to take over the Earth, even growing.
At the end of elementary skool, Zim still hadn't grown, and it was this Dib chose to single him out for. More of his "evidence", Zim supposed, but that didn't matter. Dib's goading made him set straight to work figuring out how he could get taller.
After many experiments and few successes, Zim came to the conclusion that human and irkan biology was very similar. In fact, almost every human organ had an irkan counterpart. Except for the squeedely-spooch. That bothersome organ. It was, however, the irkan.hormone factory, if you will. The setback was that it only produced only ¼ of the growth hormones that human organs did. Dib's goading spurred him on, though, and within a few months, he was able to alter the organ so it worked at a human rate with only a very minor surgery. Now he stood at 6"1, only three inches shorter than his tallest. All because of Dib. If Dib were truly as depressed as he'd seen today, then he'd have to do something about it.
"Yes! I, ZIM, will cheer up DIB, and it will be the cheeriest cheering the world has ever seen!"
He started to cackle maniacally, and a few students stared, but he didn't care. He had to get home and find out how humans made each other cheery. After all, it wouldn't do to lose his only motivation.
(Further) Author's notes: Hopefully, I should have the next chapter up today or tomorrow.
Warnings: This will eventually be slash. Uh. that's about it.
Author's notes: Thanks so much for your reviews! They made my day, you nice people, you. I'll probably have the next part up today or tomorrow, but I have no idea how long this is going to be. Coyotestar, I went and read "Electric Conflict of Bloodstone", and you're totally awesome! I love your Miss Bitters.
Bliss
CHEER! Zim's daring plan!
Zim was perplexed. Now, Zim had been perplexed many, many times since he had come to this tallest-forsaken stinkball, but not usually about a human. As a species, they were fairly simple to figure out. They went to skool, they came home, they ate, they shat, and they slept. They were, for the most part, jerks. There was only one exception to this rule: Dib. He and Dib had their rivalry down to a science after all these years. Every morning at exactly 10:07, they walked into their shared Biology class and began their first fight of the day, always a verbal one. At 10:57, they parted ways again until lunch. At lunch they would start a screaming match that lasted until 12:03, when they took their quarrel outside to "finish this once and for all". After the scuffle, which would inevitably be broken up by a teacher of some sort, they spent the rest of the day glaring at each other and hissing insults.
Today, however, Dib didn't give it his all. Their banter had developed a certain.affectionate undertone since elementary skool, probably because they had both accepted that they were at a standstill, but today it just wasn't there. It was replaced with something like desperation, like he was proving something today that he wasn't trying to prove yesterday. Now it was lunch and he wasn't in the cafeteria, so Zim was outside looking for him, more than a little concerned. Who would keep him in shape if Dib weren't around? Who would notice him? Zim wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he'd take hate over indifference any day. At least hate procured him some attention.
Zim figured it had something to do with all the kids saying that Dib was "gay", but why would they make such a big deal out of him being happy? They were calling him a "faggot" as well, but he didn't know what that had to do with anything either. Admittedly, Zim didn't know much about this thing humans called "slang", but he figured that "gay" meant something other than happy. He rounded the corner when he finally spied Dib leaning against a tree. There was something in his stance that told Zim that he should stay back, at least for now.
This isn't what perplexed him. He could read Dib's moods and body language almost as well as his own by now. What had him thinking was the way Dib looked. He knew to stay away, but at the same time, Dib looked so heartbroken. He was tempted to rush up and give him a hug. Sure, they were rivals, but at the same time, almost everything Zim did was to impress him. All the plots, the inventions, the efforts to take over the Earth, even growing.
At the end of elementary skool, Zim still hadn't grown, and it was this Dib chose to single him out for. More of his "evidence", Zim supposed, but that didn't matter. Dib's goading made him set straight to work figuring out how he could get taller.
After many experiments and few successes, Zim came to the conclusion that human and irkan biology was very similar. In fact, almost every human organ had an irkan counterpart. Except for the squeedely-spooch. That bothersome organ. It was, however, the irkan.hormone factory, if you will. The setback was that it only produced only ¼ of the growth hormones that human organs did. Dib's goading spurred him on, though, and within a few months, he was able to alter the organ so it worked at a human rate with only a very minor surgery. Now he stood at 6"1, only three inches shorter than his tallest. All because of Dib. If Dib were truly as depressed as he'd seen today, then he'd have to do something about it.
"Yes! I, ZIM, will cheer up DIB, and it will be the cheeriest cheering the world has ever seen!"
He started to cackle maniacally, and a few students stared, but he didn't care. He had to get home and find out how humans made each other cheery. After all, it wouldn't do to lose his only motivation.
(Further) Author's notes: Hopefully, I should have the next chapter up today or tomorrow.
