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Both the Tallests' shoulders drooped as they heard the Irkens name.... Zim
had been, by far, the shortest Irken ever to weasel his way into the Armada, and
to this day the leaders regretted their decision. Incompetent in every way, from
laser accuracy to hand to hand combat, the only way Zim had kept himself in the
Irken ranks this far was with the good word of a particularly excellent soldier
named Urm...
Urn had been Armada material from the start, impressing both
the leaders with his.....size......
"Ugh....Can't we just get rid of him now...?" Purple whined. "Urm won't be able to do a thing about it now, he's not even here..." Red scowled and thought a moment.
"Sirs?" The guards voice came from outside their door again. "Shall I allow Zim in?"
"Ehh... Yes, yes ... go ahead..." Red winked to his companion as the doors slid open. He attempted to put on his best 'we're cutting profits this fiscal year and just have to make sacrifices' tone as he addressed the little warrior.
"Ah! Zim, please, do sit down oh shortest of short ones. Would you like some garvel milk?" Purple gratefully sat back and watched, while Red handled their soon to be ex-Irken soldier.
Ziim had obviously dressed for the occasion of meeting with the two most powerful Irkens on the planet, Purple mused. He caught site of the royal purple trim on Zim's clothes, the slight silver shine in his polished boots, and the sweet smell of a fresh jelly-substance bath. There were black rims around his eyes, which caught Purples gaze. Weren't those black rims....and that red silky substance on the shorter Irkens lips only found on females....?
Horridly confused, he could only listen to the two converse.
"I came not for garvel milk or cyclie pie my Tallests, although thank you for you most kind and generous offer. No, I have come to make a proposal to you. A proposal I think you might find....ermm....uhh.....nice." Zim finished the sentence with a shy grin on his face and his hands tapping together.
"No Zim," Red sighed, throwing his arms up. "For the millionth time, you may *not* be specially assigned to the Planet of Cushion-y softness. Ruk has already conquered that planet cycles ago; your too late. You couldn't go even if Ruk wasn't already there." The taller Irken scoffed. The diplomacy had been pushed and prodded out of his voice by annoyance, and he stuck his tongue out at Zim.
Purple wondered vaguely if this was the part when Red tells Zim to "take a hike".......
Instead Red stood, gloating over Zim like a 2cd level academy bully, while Zim's eyes twitched.
"My Tallest....." He spoke slowly, trying to retain his control. The small boys whole body shook after a few moments, his black rimmed eyes squeezed shut and his claws gripping the ends of the chair earlier offered to him.
"Aww... what's wrong Zim? Truth to much for ya? In fact I have something to tell you Zim. Purple and I have been......thinking about it for some time now..."
'Yes!'' Purple thought, 'Finally! Say it, say it, and get him out of our hair!"
But before Red could finish his speech, Zim leapt up from the chair, latched onto Red's neck, and planted his lips against the others. All in one fluid motion.
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lol, someone reviewed the last chapter! I decided
to go along with your suggestion PRGH, I hope you like how it turns out.
That is, I hope other people will like it too. Well, onward! To more futility and boredom! *kazoos*