[Erm... I made a HUGE mistake. I was trying to upload a new version of Chapter 6 when I accidentally overwrote Chapter 1. I'm going to rewrite this to the best of my memory, as I no longet have the file saved on my computer. This is slash, so if you don't like it, get lost. And before you tell me that Dib and Zim are not gay, don't. No one knows. That's why we write fanfics.]

[I don't own IZ.]


Wind Song



Dib stepped outside and let the wind ruffle his hair. He sighed, and listened to the breeze that was flowing, both inside and outside his mind.

He was going through that time in humans know as puberty, and was a strange time it was. He felt, saw, and heard things in a new perspective. One of the things in especially in perspective were his feelings. He had heard that unrequited love was common, but love of any kind was foreign to him. Perhaps, even, as foreign as the object of his unsurpassed worship...

Well, perhaps not that far into affection, but it was indeed love. No one else had made him feel this way. Yet his love was still not returned, as far as Dib knew, anyway.

What a strange feeling...

Dib looked off into the distance and let his mind churn with thoughts again. Love was already an uncommon thing for Dib to havem but his was special. Not only was his love felt for someone of his own gender, but not even of his own race. An alien. An Irken...

A rather SHORT Irken...

But size wasn't important now, since the love that Dib felt was so undeniably HUGE. He looked through the trees and past the houses until he saw Zim's green and purple house.

For a few minutes that passed as days, Dib stared at the house, still unmoving from his original post on his front porch. He had to know... he had to see if Zim cared about him. And even if he didn't... at least he'd know the truth. Besides, he couldn't hold this in any longer...

From the moment that Zim had arrived in Ms. Bitter's classroom, that fateful day, Dib had known that Zim was different. Like him. Misunderstood. He could just never express it into words. But now the words were coming. If only he could speak them...

And then he started chasing Zim. Spying on him. Stalking him. Even though Zim could've killed him at any moment. Still, having proof that he wasn't insane gave him something to live for, anf ZIm was certainly worth dying for.

Speaking of dying, Dib felt his heart break. He had to know. He dreaded the worst, but the worst that could happen was that Zim would say no. I don't like you. You are crazy if you love me.

That would hurt. But there are others like Dib...

Aren't there?

Dib would have to find out later. As the 7th minute-day rolled by, Dib knew what he had to do. Setting his sights on the green and purple house in the distance, he knew there was no turning back. He took a deep breath.

He took a step forward....