Well! Fancy seeing you here! I see you truly are my loyal reader! To think, I'd thought you'd given up on me! As you see, I am out of tic tacs, and I am not going to finish this chapter until I get some more.

Nah, I'd never do that to you. ^_^

"No, that's not it!"

An enraged Casi tore a paper to shreds and stuck another one in her word processor. She began to type again.

My name is Casliey Lakota Aurora. When I was young, my father and my mother—

Casi sighed. How could she possibly put the story of HER LIFE in words? Maybe it's like that phrase says. "This is too complicated for words." My God, that was impossibly true. Casi, her rage vanishing like mist in the dawn, pulled the paper, threw it away, and tried again.

My name is Casi. My father's name is Brolli and my mother's name is Aurora.

Much better.

My life is much too complicated to put in words.

That's it.

My mother and father broke up when I was five.

A sad thing, though true. Casi, a twenty-eight year old Saiyajin, remembered every detail up to that day. Quarreling, quarreling, quarreling, day and night, 24:7. When she was young, her mother had decided she had had enough of all of it. Tears burned in Casi's eyes as she remembered that day.

That day...

"That's it! I've had enough of this!" A shriek made it's way to Casi's ears as she silently played with her paper dolls on the floor of the captain's chambers. Casi stood up and peeked around the door.

"Brolli, you care nothing for me! I'm leaving!" A shattering of glass as another Saiyajin ran past Casi. Scattered murmurs and adults, wringing their tails like nervous children, watched Aurora with wide, scared, eyes. Brolli's own eyes flashed toward the spot Casi was hiding. She clenched her fists.

"Aurora, none of that's true. You know I love you." A little blue-haired boy named Thrace walked to Casi's side.

"What's going on, Casi?" He asked nervously, wringing his tail as well.

"I don't know…" Said Casi.

"Aurora—"

"SHUT UP!"

"But miss, shouldn't you—"

Were the scattered shouts and cries to the two Saiyajins in the center of the room. Aurora lashed her tail in a manner that made even Casi wince. A tiny diamond of a tear lay at the end of Casi's nose. Though she said she knew nothing, she knew every thing about what her mom and dad were doing. Her mother- through years and years of quarreling with her strict father- was finally leaving her. The thought was too horrible to comprehend. Casi finally turned around and, sobbing angrily, ran to her own quarters. And though she grew up to be successful, she grew up without her mother's love and care. When Casi was fifteen, she was assigned to a planet. Planet Irk.

Casi's head throbbed with the burden of this memory. She had come to the planet Irk to destroy it and all life that inhabited it. If she told Zim and Tak, she knew they'd never forgive her. She again recalled the day she landed on Irk.

The first thing she noticed was the cities. She calmly noted the green aliens here and there, but it was the cities— incredible! The sculptors were engraved with the names of the hundred of thousands of Irkens whom lived there. The entire city— wait, if she could get a little higher— ah yes, that's it! Casi flew to the tallest building she could she and halted there, absolutely gaping at the sight she saw. A beautiful, complete city, lighted by the planet's moon and artificial lights, but oh no, the entire thing seemed to be alive itself! She looked at the Irken's home quarters, bright and vibrant as the city itself. The colors, green and red mixed with a little pink, purple here and there, were clashed with silver and black, mind you, the clashing DID seem to blend in with the rest of the city. The Irkens, though seeming all the same, were entirely different and special in his or her own way. Some of the Irken's antennae were curled, distinguishing male from female. Some of the Irken's eyes looked serious, some wide, some passionate, in a rainbow of colors. Each Irken, perhaps these were the Invaders, had a serious, squint in their eyes, a piece of paper here and there, and an Irken Utility Pack to each back. Casi couldn't dream of harming these creatures, even as a gentle hand prodded her back. She turned her head to see two tall Irkens standing behind her.

"You're Saiyajin," The red one said.

"Yes…" Said Casi, a little dazed, as if this were all a dream.

"What are you doing here?" The other one, purple-colored, asked.

"I- I was just- I- I mean-" Casi stuttered and tripped of her words repeatedly.

"Casi?"

Casi yelped, opened her eyes, and looked at Tak, who was standing over her.

"Are you okay?" Tak asked.

"W- why?" Casi shook her head, still tripping over what she had to say.

"You were crying. You were probably having a bad dream."

"Oh…umm, I'll be okay, I just need some time alone."

Tak shrugged and nodded. "Ok." Then she turned to her S.I.R.

"Mimi!"

"Yes sir!" Answered the familiar female-like robot voice of Mimi.

"Get your disguise back on. We're leaving. Casi needs privacy!"

Instead on answering with her usual, "Yes sir! I obey!", Mimi simply nodded and left. Tak turned back around, gave Casi a sympathetic glance, and walked out after Mimi. Casi sighed and realized she must have drifted off to sleep and was dreaming of her past life. She ran her finger under her left eye; she was crying. Casi looked out her window at Tak's base, five houses away from her own. With a quiet look down Pine Avenue, she saw Gaz playing her Gameslave on the front steps of her house. Dib was walking back and forth, in front of Gaz, chirping on and on about something, most likely Zim. Casi fingered the mind discharger in her pocket. Could she use it on herself? She took it out and turned it over and over. The Y-like shape of the discharger fit easily in the palm of her hand. She put it to her own head, fingered the trigger, and brought back her horrid memories again. She shut her eyes tight and her hands trembled as she tried to zap that horrible thing away.

C'mon…just a little closer…one more inch…NO!…

She couldn't do it. She had to keep her awful memories. They, like her heart and feet and tail, were a part of her, and she couldn't part with them.

Casi felt sick to her stomach. It felt like someone had cut off a small part of her heart and made her eat it. Her heart was very bitter to her; but, a part of her liked the bitter, sad taste of her heart.

So she kept her awful memories and smiled. Smiled and skipped down the street like a little six-year-old.

She decided to go see Zim.

Well, getting better? Getting worse? Should I keep up this bleeding heart (Wow! That's a good one! *takes out her notepad*) stuff? Get bloody soon? Well R&R as always! Until next time, loyal reader!