Yes Sir
Chapter 5
A Gift
Zim slipped off his black gloves, and removed his boots. It had been a long day of hard work, and he was looking forward to the night's rest. He continued undressing, and removed his long shirt and now all he wore was an under shirt, and pants. He tiredly dragged himself to his bed, and climbed under the covers; there was a knock at the door. "Sir?" said Zinara as she peeked in, "Are you still awake?"
"Yes, I am Zinara," he yawned, "Come in."
"Sorry to bother you, but I could not wait until the morning..." she said walking in, wearing a long red night gown that brushed against the floor. " I found this in an old pair of pants, of mine," she held out a small, hard, gray-blue sphere, the size of a penny, and placed it in Zim's hands, "I want you to have it."
Zim looked at it puzzled, "What is it?" He sat up, and held it towards the light.
"Remember back in the year of 3046? ... You probably don't, we were very young at that age... But that was the year the first Irken soldiers conquered our first planet. My grandfather was a soldier, and he told me that was his lucky gem. He said it helped him become a great soldier. He said it would help me... but I want it to help you."
"But Zinara... I could not except this."
"No Zim! Take it! You see, my grandfather wanted to give this to his son, my father, but my father also fought in the battle, but unlike my grandfather... never survived. So then my grandfather wished to give it to his grandson, but he had none. All there was, was my sister and me. He would love for you to have it! I know he would think of you as his own... as family."
Zim was speechless. No one had ever considered him as family before. He never even had a family. He was a big science experiment. He was not developed in an Irken female's belly... he was simply grown. The Tallest had made this home-grown-baby project in order to increase population, so they could have a large amount of Irken soldiers. ".... Thank you Zinara."
"You're welcome," she smiled. "Take good care of it, OK?"
"Of course." He sat the small rock on the table next to his bed. Zinara turned to leave, "Wait!" he shouted after her.
"Yes sir?"
"Zinara, uh... I wish I had something for you."
"Really sir, there's no need--"
"Name anything Zinara, and I will give you it."
"Oh, Zim... I need nothing."
"There must be something."
"OK... I want you to give me your word that you will always be with me."
Zim smiled, "Zinara, I love you. I will never leave you."
The next day at skool, Zinara walked around, happily singing to herself in her native language; people looked at her as if she were insane. "Lemme guess... Zim?" Dib said during drama class.
"Hee hee, yes."
"Well, I'm glad to see your relation growing, but I still do not understand why you like Zim." He said Zim's name as if it were a hideous creature. He paused, "Have you guys.. uh... *cough* you know..."
Zinara playfully punched Dib's shoulder, "You're so immature!"
"I am not!" he whined, "You're the one who loves a guy with green skin."
"Dib, without my disguise I have green skin too."
"Right, but he has green skin 24/7... that's just ugly."
"Dib, to me and Zim peach skin is hideous," she smiled, "I swear, you humans are weird."
"Weird?"
"Yes, weird."
"And how are us humans weird?"
"I dunno, you just are!"
"Does my race conquer a planet just to turn it into a parking lot?" he grinned.
"Shut up and do your skool work," she laughed.
Chapter 5
A Gift
Zim slipped off his black gloves, and removed his boots. It had been a long day of hard work, and he was looking forward to the night's rest. He continued undressing, and removed his long shirt and now all he wore was an under shirt, and pants. He tiredly dragged himself to his bed, and climbed under the covers; there was a knock at the door. "Sir?" said Zinara as she peeked in, "Are you still awake?"
"Yes, I am Zinara," he yawned, "Come in."
"Sorry to bother you, but I could not wait until the morning..." she said walking in, wearing a long red night gown that brushed against the floor. " I found this in an old pair of pants, of mine," she held out a small, hard, gray-blue sphere, the size of a penny, and placed it in Zim's hands, "I want you to have it."
Zim looked at it puzzled, "What is it?" He sat up, and held it towards the light.
"Remember back in the year of 3046? ... You probably don't, we were very young at that age... But that was the year the first Irken soldiers conquered our first planet. My grandfather was a soldier, and he told me that was his lucky gem. He said it helped him become a great soldier. He said it would help me... but I want it to help you."
"But Zinara... I could not except this."
"No Zim! Take it! You see, my grandfather wanted to give this to his son, my father, but my father also fought in the battle, but unlike my grandfather... never survived. So then my grandfather wished to give it to his grandson, but he had none. All there was, was my sister and me. He would love for you to have it! I know he would think of you as his own... as family."
Zim was speechless. No one had ever considered him as family before. He never even had a family. He was a big science experiment. He was not developed in an Irken female's belly... he was simply grown. The Tallest had made this home-grown-baby project in order to increase population, so they could have a large amount of Irken soldiers. ".... Thank you Zinara."
"You're welcome," she smiled. "Take good care of it, OK?"
"Of course." He sat the small rock on the table next to his bed. Zinara turned to leave, "Wait!" he shouted after her.
"Yes sir?"
"Zinara, uh... I wish I had something for you."
"Really sir, there's no need--"
"Name anything Zinara, and I will give you it."
"Oh, Zim... I need nothing."
"There must be something."
"OK... I want you to give me your word that you will always be with me."
Zim smiled, "Zinara, I love you. I will never leave you."
The next day at skool, Zinara walked around, happily singing to herself in her native language; people looked at her as if she were insane. "Lemme guess... Zim?" Dib said during drama class.
"Hee hee, yes."
"Well, I'm glad to see your relation growing, but I still do not understand why you like Zim." He said Zim's name as if it were a hideous creature. He paused, "Have you guys.. uh... *cough* you know..."
Zinara playfully punched Dib's shoulder, "You're so immature!"
"I am not!" he whined, "You're the one who loves a guy with green skin."
"Dib, without my disguise I have green skin too."
"Right, but he has green skin 24/7... that's just ugly."
"Dib, to me and Zim peach skin is hideous," she smiled, "I swear, you humans are weird."
"Weird?"
"Yes, weird."
"And how are us humans weird?"
"I dunno, you just are!"
"Does my race conquer a planet just to turn it into a parking lot?" he grinned.
"Shut up and do your skool work," she laughed.