[A/N - I RETURN! *people run away* o.O Yes, anyway... due to "high demand" *koff* I have returned to finally begin the conclusion to "Wind Song". Doryn has returned... he makes his comeback in "The Ghost of you and me". Read that for more details. My shameless lil' plug there. XD Yeah... Okay, on with the fic... before the pink one comes and ruins it.]
Wind Song
Chapter Six: Society
Dib woke up feeling groggy, as if he had been up late the night before. How early it felt... a quick glimpse at his watch told him that it wasn't yet 4:30 in the morning. NOdding in approval, Dib smiled at the red Irken symbol on the ceiling and rolled over to go back to sleep.
(Irken symbol?!)
Dib sat upright in alarm. Why was there an Irken symbol on his ceiling? Even yet, why was Zim lying next to him in the bed? (Where the hell am I?!)
The memories of the previous night came flooding back into young boy's weary mind. Zim collapsed in the rain, Gir made soup, Din and Zm made out for a while... and then Dib remembered himself helping Zim upstairs to his ..."normal" human room. "I must've fallen asleep on the bed right after that..." he murmured softly, as not to wake up Zim.
Quietly Dib tiptoes across the purple carpet to the lopsided window. Giving a quick push, he hoisted the upper half against its runners and hungrily gasped in the fresh pre-dawn air. Having regained himself, he glanced around outside.
The rays of the sun had reached the horizon it was to conquer, but had not yet penetrated completely, giving the edge of the world a light pink glow. [A/N- Doryn: Like me. Ztar: *hits him*] Morning dew was scattered carelessly over the many lawns that lined up along Zim's street, creating a reflection of the few stars that still burned in the early morning sky.
The world, for a moment, was beautiful.
And once again, Dib was alone.
Not physically alone, after all, Zim was lying down 5 feet away from him. But mentally... he still couldn't accept what was going on. (Me? Dating ZIM? My supposed worst enemy? Sure...) He was able to take the idea okay... but what would people think? What would---
People. The reason he came to Zim in the first place. The reason he had turned to the one he despised... was people. People were the reason. And yet people never cared in the past. Why would they care now? And it's not like they had to know... "...it's not like that pay attention to me anyway..."
"*yawn* I... pay attention to you, don't I?" a sleepy voice mumbled.
Dib turned to his right. "Zim, what are you doing up?"
"I should be asking YOU that question."
"I... I couldn't sleep..."
"That's what they all say." Zim yawned away some more of his sleep. "Mind if I join you?"
Dib shrugged and moved over, allowing Zim some room to lean on the windowsill. "Sure, I guess."
"You guess?"
"Oh... yes, I mean."
Zim grinned. "That's better. See how smoothly things are when I get my way?"
Dib looked away. "Yeah... sure."
Zim tilted his head. "Uh, Dib? Are you okay?"
"Sure. Never been better."
"You filthy human LIAR! Tell me what's wrong."
Dib smiled a little bit. Zim's rants were always entertaining. "Well, I was thinking..."
"Okay... go on..." Zim propmted.
"About us."
"Oh." The dissapointment was obvious. "Is it good or bad?"
"...That's what I'm trying to figure out."
Zim nodded. "I see..." he said with realization. "Well, I'm not as stupid as you have claimed in the past; maybe I can help."
"Okay... I was thinking about what someone would think if they found out---"
"Dib..."
Dib glanced at the hand that was now upon his own. His gaze followed the hand, to the arm, to the face, to the eyes. Ruby oprics that stared back into his own. "Dib..." Zim said again, "Who really cares what someone would think? Are you in love with the world?"
"Well... no---"
"Then screw them."
Dib grinned. "I'd rather screw you."
Zim looked away, trying to hide the fact that he was blushing. "Some other time." Straightiening up, he cleared his throat. "That's not quite what I meant, you know. I mean to forget about what someone may say. And besides, it's not like they have to know."
Dib sat in silence, fully absorbing what Zim had just told him. He was right, and Dib knew it. "Y-you're right, Zim..." he said softly, leaning on the alien's shoulders, "It's just that..." he took a deep breath to keep from crying, "I just feel so scared... the world hates me enough; they can't even be open-minded enough to accept the existance of BigFoot. I KNOW that they won't be open-minded enough to accept the fast that I'm... I'm gay!" Dib cried and fell sobbing into Zim's arms.
Zim sighed sadly and stroked Dib's scythe-shaped hair. "Alright, alright... I know what it's like to be an outcast. Things are no better for me here than there were on Irk, or Deviastas, or Foorcourtia -- but that's besides the point." Zim carefully lifted Dib's chin. "Still... if I'm not mistaken... on this planet, 'gay' can also mean 'happy'?"
Dib sniffled but said nothing. Zim continued, "Are you happy with me, Dib?"
A nod from the human.
"Would you like to stay with me?"
Another nod.
"Can YOU accept your sexuality?"
A big nod.
"Good. If you can accept yourself, then that's all that should matter."
"But what about..."
"What?" Zim asked.
"Well... Gaz didn't seem to care when I said I was out with you. But... well, I was worried about what my dad would think, but he rarely notices that I'm alive, so..." he trailed off.
Zim frowned. He wasn't sure of the right thing to say to this, so instead he leaned over and planted his lips softly onto Dib's and pulled back.
Dib brought a hand up to his face. "What was that for?"
Zim shrugged. "Does it have to be for anything?"
Dib grinned. "No. I guess it doesn't," and kissed him back.
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Ztar: *blinks; stares* This could be the fic that never ends!
Doryn: *sarcasm* Yaaaaaaaayyy.
Ztar: Oh, quiet. Anyway... I guess I have room for ONE more chapter... this one will have Gir in it, to make up for the lack of him throughout most of this fic.
Doryn: I like Gir!
Ztar: Yes... most people do...
...
Doryn: So... now what?
Ztar: We end this chappie with my senseless ranting. *ahem* YES! I finally updated!! WOOOOO! My spider sense is tingling. It must mean that you're going to review, right? RIGHT?! Of course you are. ^_^ BIG FANKOOS!!!
Doryn: o.O Someone's been overdosing on Happy Noodle Boy....
Wind Song
Chapter Six: Society
Dib woke up feeling groggy, as if he had been up late the night before. How early it felt... a quick glimpse at his watch told him that it wasn't yet 4:30 in the morning. NOdding in approval, Dib smiled at the red Irken symbol on the ceiling and rolled over to go back to sleep.
(Irken symbol?!)
Dib sat upright in alarm. Why was there an Irken symbol on his ceiling? Even yet, why was Zim lying next to him in the bed? (Where the hell am I?!)
The memories of the previous night came flooding back into young boy's weary mind. Zim collapsed in the rain, Gir made soup, Din and Zm made out for a while... and then Dib remembered himself helping Zim upstairs to his ..."normal" human room. "I must've fallen asleep on the bed right after that..." he murmured softly, as not to wake up Zim.
Quietly Dib tiptoes across the purple carpet to the lopsided window. Giving a quick push, he hoisted the upper half against its runners and hungrily gasped in the fresh pre-dawn air. Having regained himself, he glanced around outside.
The rays of the sun had reached the horizon it was to conquer, but had not yet penetrated completely, giving the edge of the world a light pink glow. [A/N- Doryn: Like me. Ztar: *hits him*] Morning dew was scattered carelessly over the many lawns that lined up along Zim's street, creating a reflection of the few stars that still burned in the early morning sky.
The world, for a moment, was beautiful.
And once again, Dib was alone.
Not physically alone, after all, Zim was lying down 5 feet away from him. But mentally... he still couldn't accept what was going on. (Me? Dating ZIM? My supposed worst enemy? Sure...) He was able to take the idea okay... but what would people think? What would---
People. The reason he came to Zim in the first place. The reason he had turned to the one he despised... was people. People were the reason. And yet people never cared in the past. Why would they care now? And it's not like they had to know... "...it's not like that pay attention to me anyway..."
"*yawn* I... pay attention to you, don't I?" a sleepy voice mumbled.
Dib turned to his right. "Zim, what are you doing up?"
"I should be asking YOU that question."
"I... I couldn't sleep..."
"That's what they all say." Zim yawned away some more of his sleep. "Mind if I join you?"
Dib shrugged and moved over, allowing Zim some room to lean on the windowsill. "Sure, I guess."
"You guess?"
"Oh... yes, I mean."
Zim grinned. "That's better. See how smoothly things are when I get my way?"
Dib looked away. "Yeah... sure."
Zim tilted his head. "Uh, Dib? Are you okay?"
"Sure. Never been better."
"You filthy human LIAR! Tell me what's wrong."
Dib smiled a little bit. Zim's rants were always entertaining. "Well, I was thinking..."
"Okay... go on..." Zim propmted.
"About us."
"Oh." The dissapointment was obvious. "Is it good or bad?"
"...That's what I'm trying to figure out."
Zim nodded. "I see..." he said with realization. "Well, I'm not as stupid as you have claimed in the past; maybe I can help."
"Okay... I was thinking about what someone would think if they found out---"
"Dib..."
Dib glanced at the hand that was now upon his own. His gaze followed the hand, to the arm, to the face, to the eyes. Ruby oprics that stared back into his own. "Dib..." Zim said again, "Who really cares what someone would think? Are you in love with the world?"
"Well... no---"
"Then screw them."
Dib grinned. "I'd rather screw you."
Zim looked away, trying to hide the fact that he was blushing. "Some other time." Straightiening up, he cleared his throat. "That's not quite what I meant, you know. I mean to forget about what someone may say. And besides, it's not like they have to know."
Dib sat in silence, fully absorbing what Zim had just told him. He was right, and Dib knew it. "Y-you're right, Zim..." he said softly, leaning on the alien's shoulders, "It's just that..." he took a deep breath to keep from crying, "I just feel so scared... the world hates me enough; they can't even be open-minded enough to accept the existance of BigFoot. I KNOW that they won't be open-minded enough to accept the fast that I'm... I'm gay!" Dib cried and fell sobbing into Zim's arms.
Zim sighed sadly and stroked Dib's scythe-shaped hair. "Alright, alright... I know what it's like to be an outcast. Things are no better for me here than there were on Irk, or Deviastas, or Foorcourtia -- but that's besides the point." Zim carefully lifted Dib's chin. "Still... if I'm not mistaken... on this planet, 'gay' can also mean 'happy'?"
Dib sniffled but said nothing. Zim continued, "Are you happy with me, Dib?"
A nod from the human.
"Would you like to stay with me?"
Another nod.
"Can YOU accept your sexuality?"
A big nod.
"Good. If you can accept yourself, then that's all that should matter."
"But what about..."
"What?" Zim asked.
"Well... Gaz didn't seem to care when I said I was out with you. But... well, I was worried about what my dad would think, but he rarely notices that I'm alive, so..." he trailed off.
Zim frowned. He wasn't sure of the right thing to say to this, so instead he leaned over and planted his lips softly onto Dib's and pulled back.
Dib brought a hand up to his face. "What was that for?"
Zim shrugged. "Does it have to be for anything?"
Dib grinned. "No. I guess it doesn't," and kissed him back.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ztar: *blinks; stares* This could be the fic that never ends!
Doryn: *sarcasm* Yaaaaaaaayyy.
Ztar: Oh, quiet. Anyway... I guess I have room for ONE more chapter... this one will have Gir in it, to make up for the lack of him throughout most of this fic.
Doryn: I like Gir!
Ztar: Yes... most people do...
...
Doryn: So... now what?
Ztar: We end this chappie with my senseless ranting. *ahem* YES! I finally updated!! WOOOOO! My spider sense is tingling. It must mean that you're going to review, right? RIGHT?! Of course you are. ^_^ BIG FANKOOS!!!
Doryn: o.O Someone's been overdosing on Happy Noodle Boy....
