Black Rose
Disclaimer: ::lawyers surrounding ZB with pitch forks and torches:: I....*sob* don't own....*sob* INVADER ZIM! NOooooo! ~.~
A/N: I'm entertaining, aren't I? HA! I got 'nother chappie out quickly for once! I was in a mushy mood...Though nothing mushy happens in this chap....WAAAH!!! I WANT MUSH!!! ::blinks:: I just had cookies...lotsa fudge...mmmm, chocolate....
"My trip to Earth was less brain numbing then this," Zim mumbled.
"Sir?" A red-eyed Irken asked, shifting his gaze from a screen to the mumbling lead Irken.
Zim scowled, "nothing Zid. Please hurry up, some of us have better things to be doing."
Zid looked away embarrassed, and tried to finish explaining something on the human rebel camps. When he finished, he looked at Zim, along with everyone else in the room.
Glancing at the figures, which were all in maroon uniforms, Zim sighed. "That was all wrong. You are overestimating the humans. They don't plan, they adapt. Keep trying."
Zim stood up, and turned to go out one of the sliding doors. He secretly wanted to be back in his chamber, but he had more important matters.
Suddenly, he felt a something grab his hand. Looking at his hand, he saw a white glove.
"Zen..."
"How are you doing today, Zim?" A feminine voice asked.
Zim looked into two large fuchsia eyes, framed on a pale green face. She was wearing a white coat over a dark blue dress and black boots. One of his top scientists.
"I'd be better if I was actually out there," Zim said, half-heartedly.
He wasn't about to tell her everything on his mind.
"Mmmm, my day is going great," Zen, purred.
"Really?" Zim asked, trying to pull his arm away from the female.
"Especially since I ran into you," she continued, rubbing up against Zim.
"Zen, remember, I did blow up half a planet before."
"Ooo, fiesty."
Zim rolled his eyes, and yanked his arm away, "Zen, I've decided to promote you to human studies, have fun!"
He quickly walked away, leaving Zen behind and confused. "But, that's a demotion...."
Gaz quickly slid out the door, into the main hall. Looking around for any Irkens. She quietly walked down the long, dimly lit halls. Quickly crossing any intersections, or open doors she was going farther and farther away from Zim's chambers. She found herself gazing in wonder at the dark red signs with white marks on it, wishing she knew what they said. She continued her journey, "I wonder where all the guards are...."
Then she noticed she was at a dead end, unless she wanted to find out what was behind the large doors in front of her. Looking at the two massive slabs of purple, she noticed two windows. Standing on her tiptoes, Gaz looked through the windows. It was a cafeteria! Or at least, it looked like one.
The walls were dark green, with counters sticking out on one side, with boxes on them. Then, there were round black tables, surrounded by blue chairs. Irkens were scattered about, few on the outer edges, and many crowded around the middle. The center table was super crowded, and all the eyes seemed to be turned to one person. At the moment though, that person's face was blocked.
Gaz strained to see who it was, and in doing so, lost balance and fell against the door.
A loud bang echoed through the cafeteria, and everyone turned to look at the doors. Nothing was there, or least not anymore. Everyone's eyes turned back to their food, except for two pairs, crimson and fuchsia.
Zim got up, "I have to go to the Little Irkens room..."
Everyone looked at him, confused, as he walked out of the cafeteria. "I think he spent too much time on Earth," a purple-eyed Irken whispered.
Zim looked around. He had seen a flash of purple and black. It fell through the door, but moved so quickly he hadn't seen much of it. Yet, Zim was sure of what he saw.
Gaz tried to control her breathing. She couldn't help it, fear was gripping her body. That had been too close, even for someone like her. "I don't think anyone saw me..."
Gaz tried to reassure herself, when suddenly her body tightened in fear again. A tall, green skinned, crimson-eyed figure just passed in front of her hiding place. They didn't seem to notice her, or he didn't.
"Please don't let him find me, please don't let him find me," Gaz silently pleaded.
Gaz slipped closer to the hall, hoping that she had a clear path to sprint back to safer areas. She looked down the hall and saw nothing, and was almost ready to run when someone pinned her to the wall.
Gaz's eyes widened as she saw two gloved hands on either side of her. The black gloves stopped at mid arm and then gave way to a melon colored fabric that ran the rest of the arm length. After that, a tight red shirt clung to the chest of her capturer. Gaz already knew who it was, without even having to look into the scowling crimson eyes.
"Having fun?" Zim asked, looking at Gaz who was pinned in between his two arms.
She glared at him, "I was looking for a self destruct button..."
Zim smirked, "looks like you failed your mission, slave."
"It's Gaz...."
"Ah, well Gaz, I should punish you for this."
"Should? You mean your not going to? Not get your pathetic pleasures from torturing another human, a sibling of your arch rival?" Gaz said, loathe flowing in all her words.
Zim leaned in really close to her, "I don't think so. I know things that could be worse."
Gaz was at a loss; Zim's face was only inches away from her own. She tried to say something, but nothing came to mind. So she let instinct kick in.
Zim was doubled over in pain, as Gaz raced down the hall. Zim tried to say ow, but all that came out was a high-pitched squeak.
Disclaimer: ::lawyers surrounding ZB with pitch forks and torches:: I....*sob* don't own....*sob* INVADER ZIM! NOooooo! ~.~
A/N: I'm entertaining, aren't I? HA! I got 'nother chappie out quickly for once! I was in a mushy mood...Though nothing mushy happens in this chap....WAAAH!!! I WANT MUSH!!! ::blinks:: I just had cookies...lotsa fudge...mmmm, chocolate....
"My trip to Earth was less brain numbing then this," Zim mumbled.
"Sir?" A red-eyed Irken asked, shifting his gaze from a screen to the mumbling lead Irken.
Zim scowled, "nothing Zid. Please hurry up, some of us have better things to be doing."
Zid looked away embarrassed, and tried to finish explaining something on the human rebel camps. When he finished, he looked at Zim, along with everyone else in the room.
Glancing at the figures, which were all in maroon uniforms, Zim sighed. "That was all wrong. You are overestimating the humans. They don't plan, they adapt. Keep trying."
Zim stood up, and turned to go out one of the sliding doors. He secretly wanted to be back in his chamber, but he had more important matters.
Suddenly, he felt a something grab his hand. Looking at his hand, he saw a white glove.
"Zen..."
"How are you doing today, Zim?" A feminine voice asked.
Zim looked into two large fuchsia eyes, framed on a pale green face. She was wearing a white coat over a dark blue dress and black boots. One of his top scientists.
"I'd be better if I was actually out there," Zim said, half-heartedly.
He wasn't about to tell her everything on his mind.
"Mmmm, my day is going great," Zen, purred.
"Really?" Zim asked, trying to pull his arm away from the female.
"Especially since I ran into you," she continued, rubbing up against Zim.
"Zen, remember, I did blow up half a planet before."
"Ooo, fiesty."
Zim rolled his eyes, and yanked his arm away, "Zen, I've decided to promote you to human studies, have fun!"
He quickly walked away, leaving Zen behind and confused. "But, that's a demotion...."
Gaz quickly slid out the door, into the main hall. Looking around for any Irkens. She quietly walked down the long, dimly lit halls. Quickly crossing any intersections, or open doors she was going farther and farther away from Zim's chambers. She found herself gazing in wonder at the dark red signs with white marks on it, wishing she knew what they said. She continued her journey, "I wonder where all the guards are...."
Then she noticed she was at a dead end, unless she wanted to find out what was behind the large doors in front of her. Looking at the two massive slabs of purple, she noticed two windows. Standing on her tiptoes, Gaz looked through the windows. It was a cafeteria! Or at least, it looked like one.
The walls were dark green, with counters sticking out on one side, with boxes on them. Then, there were round black tables, surrounded by blue chairs. Irkens were scattered about, few on the outer edges, and many crowded around the middle. The center table was super crowded, and all the eyes seemed to be turned to one person. At the moment though, that person's face was blocked.
Gaz strained to see who it was, and in doing so, lost balance and fell against the door.
A loud bang echoed through the cafeteria, and everyone turned to look at the doors. Nothing was there, or least not anymore. Everyone's eyes turned back to their food, except for two pairs, crimson and fuchsia.
Zim got up, "I have to go to the Little Irkens room..."
Everyone looked at him, confused, as he walked out of the cafeteria. "I think he spent too much time on Earth," a purple-eyed Irken whispered.
Zim looked around. He had seen a flash of purple and black. It fell through the door, but moved so quickly he hadn't seen much of it. Yet, Zim was sure of what he saw.
Gaz tried to control her breathing. She couldn't help it, fear was gripping her body. That had been too close, even for someone like her. "I don't think anyone saw me..."
Gaz tried to reassure herself, when suddenly her body tightened in fear again. A tall, green skinned, crimson-eyed figure just passed in front of her hiding place. They didn't seem to notice her, or he didn't.
"Please don't let him find me, please don't let him find me," Gaz silently pleaded.
Gaz slipped closer to the hall, hoping that she had a clear path to sprint back to safer areas. She looked down the hall and saw nothing, and was almost ready to run when someone pinned her to the wall.
Gaz's eyes widened as she saw two gloved hands on either side of her. The black gloves stopped at mid arm and then gave way to a melon colored fabric that ran the rest of the arm length. After that, a tight red shirt clung to the chest of her capturer. Gaz already knew who it was, without even having to look into the scowling crimson eyes.
"Having fun?" Zim asked, looking at Gaz who was pinned in between his two arms.
She glared at him, "I was looking for a self destruct button..."
Zim smirked, "looks like you failed your mission, slave."
"It's Gaz...."
"Ah, well Gaz, I should punish you for this."
"Should? You mean your not going to? Not get your pathetic pleasures from torturing another human, a sibling of your arch rival?" Gaz said, loathe flowing in all her words.
Zim leaned in really close to her, "I don't think so. I know things that could be worse."
Gaz was at a loss; Zim's face was only inches away from her own. She tried to say something, but nothing came to mind. So she let instinct kick in.
Zim was doubled over in pain, as Gaz raced down the hall. Zim tried to say ow, but all that came out was a high-pitched squeak.