Just felt I'd post this lil bit rather than keep you all waiting for the whole next chapta... Tis, as the title states, the dream you were wondering about... ^_^ Aww for fluff from the other side of the viewpoint... a lil violence, but then this IS Dib, and his life sucks... ah, doncha hate those fecking preps and jocks who think they're so much better than the quote-unquote 'outcasts'? grr... *is considered pretty outcasty* too darn quiet, actually.. but that's okay... ^_^ it scares people when i stop being quiet, so i like being quiet so i can stop being quiet and scare em... is that making sense? if it is, YAY! you're just as crazy as mee! ^_~ anyway, on to the dreamtime...
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Dib stumbled through the misty landscape, shivering. He knew where he was, he came here often in his dreams. He privately called it his interim zone, where his dreams would put him before shifting him off to some memory-dream. Sometimes it was a good memory, like Christmas snowball fights with his Mom... that had been before she died. The dreams always sent him there after a good Mom-memory. He would relive her death, and her funeral, and the pain of the days after. The mists slowly faded away as he walked, revealing grass. He looked up to see the playground equipment of his old Elmentry Skool. He shivered again, from fear this time, not cold. More likely than not this was to be another nightmare memory; Skool had always been his own personal living hell. He looked down to see his body regressed to that of his childhood, when he was in fifth grade. Torque appeared out of the shadows, surrounded by his friends. They were all useless jocks, stupid fools who were blind to the truth. He should've known better, should've known to keep his mouth shut about Zim being an alien. It only led to trouble. They advanced, cracking their knuckles and grinning. The thrashing began in earnest.
Dib sank to his knees, it was useless to resist. They always won, and if he ran, they would catch him easily. "No, no, go away, leave me alone!" he cried out, trying futilely to shield his face. They threw him on his back, laughing as they kicked him around. He put up a hand to fend them off. "Go away, stop it, just stop..." he sobbed. The pain he felt here hurt like it was real. He would never win. The attacks ceased suddenly, as his tormentors turned to face someone new.
"It's okay, I'm here," the figure said. Dib opened his eyes, staring at him. The one being who knew he was right, and didn't laugh at him for it. Even Gaz laughed sometimes; she didn't care about Zim being an alien, didn't want any part of Dib's obsession with revealing him. "Nothing to be afraid of, don't worry," Zim said, smiling comfortingly at him. He turned to glare at Dib's foes, and they vanished in mist.
"Why are you here?" Dib asked, standing up wearily. He leaned against a tree, too hurt to move much. "Zim... why...?" He slid to the side, returned to his normal form. The bruises and cuts were still there, though. He felt himself falling backwards, to be caught by a pair of thin yet strong arms. Zim's arms. He stared up at his rescuer, who was silent for a while before answering.
"A favor returned," he said, and kneeled down to lay Dib on the soft green grass, no longer stained red. The hurts had disappeared, too, and Dib felt so peaceful, the first true peace he'd had in his dreams. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them in surprise as a cool sensation fluttered across his cheek. Zim smiled at him once more, then faded away into the mists. Dib smiled, putting a hand to his cheek to make sure the kiss had been real, then drifted off into the first dreamless slumber he'd had in a long, long time.
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A few lil quickie notes for individdies (like always! ^^):
ArmAndLeg: I try, i really do... *snif* i hate you, school! you are the bane of my existance! yet you are also my inspiration! ARGH... stupid system... cute is good! ^_^ yay for cuteness and fluff!
HMC: Yes, yes they are. They are VERY CUTE! ^-^ i wuv yu cuteness!
PRHG: ahh, you can torture em later... i think they *will* be part of some future chapter, but then again, you never know... o0; i just go where the fic leads me...
Rylyn: I love fluff, can ya tell yet? i think the best Z/D fics are the ones with non-graphicalness but lotsa cute fluff... awww on fluff... ^-^
Diartemis: o0;; and here i thought i was doin good on da updatin! i hereby solemnly vow to try my absolute hardest to get at least one chapter up per week... more likely than not this will be on saturdays after the reruns/new eps of IZ... or whenever, ya know? but i will *try* not to leave you guys hangin too long... *is excited that she actually has people interested in her fic* yayness! ^_^ Fluffed like a sheep, Di, fluffed like a sheep! me n my sister do the dumb like a moose line all the time... teehee... ^_^
Anyway, thank you all again for taking an interest in my lil ficcu and taking the time to reply... .^_^. you don't know how appreciated i feels... yaayy! ^-^ Peace out!
~*~Celelorien~*~
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Dib stumbled through the misty landscape, shivering. He knew where he was, he came here often in his dreams. He privately called it his interim zone, where his dreams would put him before shifting him off to some memory-dream. Sometimes it was a good memory, like Christmas snowball fights with his Mom... that had been before she died. The dreams always sent him there after a good Mom-memory. He would relive her death, and her funeral, and the pain of the days after. The mists slowly faded away as he walked, revealing grass. He looked up to see the playground equipment of his old Elmentry Skool. He shivered again, from fear this time, not cold. More likely than not this was to be another nightmare memory; Skool had always been his own personal living hell. He looked down to see his body regressed to that of his childhood, when he was in fifth grade. Torque appeared out of the shadows, surrounded by his friends. They were all useless jocks, stupid fools who were blind to the truth. He should've known better, should've known to keep his mouth shut about Zim being an alien. It only led to trouble. They advanced, cracking their knuckles and grinning. The thrashing began in earnest.
Dib sank to his knees, it was useless to resist. They always won, and if he ran, they would catch him easily. "No, no, go away, leave me alone!" he cried out, trying futilely to shield his face. They threw him on his back, laughing as they kicked him around. He put up a hand to fend them off. "Go away, stop it, just stop..." he sobbed. The pain he felt here hurt like it was real. He would never win. The attacks ceased suddenly, as his tormentors turned to face someone new.
"It's okay, I'm here," the figure said. Dib opened his eyes, staring at him. The one being who knew he was right, and didn't laugh at him for it. Even Gaz laughed sometimes; she didn't care about Zim being an alien, didn't want any part of Dib's obsession with revealing him. "Nothing to be afraid of, don't worry," Zim said, smiling comfortingly at him. He turned to glare at Dib's foes, and they vanished in mist.
"Why are you here?" Dib asked, standing up wearily. He leaned against a tree, too hurt to move much. "Zim... why...?" He slid to the side, returned to his normal form. The bruises and cuts were still there, though. He felt himself falling backwards, to be caught by a pair of thin yet strong arms. Zim's arms. He stared up at his rescuer, who was silent for a while before answering.
"A favor returned," he said, and kneeled down to lay Dib on the soft green grass, no longer stained red. The hurts had disappeared, too, and Dib felt so peaceful, the first true peace he'd had in his dreams. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them in surprise as a cool sensation fluttered across his cheek. Zim smiled at him once more, then faded away into the mists. Dib smiled, putting a hand to his cheek to make sure the kiss had been real, then drifted off into the first dreamless slumber he'd had in a long, long time.
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A few lil quickie notes for individdies (like always! ^^):
ArmAndLeg: I try, i really do... *snif* i hate you, school! you are the bane of my existance! yet you are also my inspiration! ARGH... stupid system... cute is good! ^_^ yay for cuteness and fluff!
HMC: Yes, yes they are. They are VERY CUTE! ^-^ i wuv yu cuteness!
PRHG: ahh, you can torture em later... i think they *will* be part of some future chapter, but then again, you never know... o0; i just go where the fic leads me...
Rylyn: I love fluff, can ya tell yet? i think the best Z/D fics are the ones with non-graphicalness but lotsa cute fluff... awww on fluff... ^-^
Diartemis: o0;; and here i thought i was doin good on da updatin! i hereby solemnly vow to try my absolute hardest to get at least one chapter up per week... more likely than not this will be on saturdays after the reruns/new eps of IZ... or whenever, ya know? but i will *try* not to leave you guys hangin too long... *is excited that she actually has people interested in her fic* yayness! ^_^ Fluffed like a sheep, Di, fluffed like a sheep! me n my sister do the dumb like a moose line all the time... teehee... ^_^
Anyway, thank you all again for taking an interest in my lil ficcu and taking the time to reply... .^_^. you don't know how appreciated i feels... yaayy! ^-^ Peace out!
~*~Celelorien~*~
