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Firstly, all characters belong to Jhonen.

Secondly... some of ya'll might actually remember this. I wrote it back in the begining of 2002,

and it was lost during the NC-17 ban later that year, taking with it over 50 reviews. It's been

edited a bit for grammer, spelling, and whatnot but is still pretty much the same story.

Thirdly... yep, this was the second DAGR to hit Fanfiction.net way back in the day. If you don't

like this kinda thing, I'd suggest flat-out not reading it. A DAGR pairing is Dib and Gaz, if

that image makes you sick, then this probably isn't for you.

To everyone else, thanks and enjoy!

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"...fueled by the blood that races in times of grotesquely heightened desires...

...you can see the matter and feel the substance...

...but eyes and hands are useless..."





The spray of warm water slowed, cooled and came to a stop. The last drops dripped

noisely from the shower head and slapped against wet tile, softly echoing off the walls of the

cramped bathroom. Dib blindly grabbed for a towel off the wall by the sink, and finding one, he

dried his face and pushed away the wet hair. The mirror above the sink was fogged over, the

young man squinted into his blurred reflection, frowned, and used the towel to rub away a patch

of condinsation on the glass. Placing thick-rimmed glasses onto his nose, Dib looked at his

reflection again. The reflection stared back, sad brown eyes watching him just as he watched them.

They were accusing. Staring at him through a clear spot amongst the fog on the mirror. Absently,

he rubbed the soft pastel-colored towel through his hair, still watching himself. Again and again

he visually traced himself, noting how he'd changed over time. Dib was eighteen years old now.

His life came screeching to a halt not more then 6 months ago when his main object of

non-sexual interest left randomly. Not just leaving skool, or the city, or even the country.

Zim had left the planet without warning. It was as simple as that, Dib awoke one morning to

relize that the eerie green house where his enemy resided was gone. Not even an impression had

been left in the wet morning grass. No lawn gnomes. No freakish pink pufferfish. Not even

cracks in the walls of the neighboring houses. Maybe he'd been called back, or maybe he really

had been sick of this planet and its inhabitants. Either way, it didn't matter anymore.

Dib's life was now plagued with the horrid lonliness that it'd felt before the alien's arrival.

Companionship had always been hard to come by, and it never really bothered him up until now.

The only people Dib could turn to were none other then the ones that lived in his house.

The father, though, was never much to talk to. He'd always dismissed the boy's ideas as crazy

and impractical, and his work schedual kept him away from home weeks at a time.

His younger sister, Gaz, was a bit different though. She was just as friend-less as Dib, but

liked it that way. She'd always wanted her personal space. Even now, at the age of sixteen, when

other girls were out dating and testing the limits of their new driver's licenses, Gaz sat at

home and played on her Gameslave 9. Dib was partially thankful for this, even though she wasn't

his real sister, he'd always felt protective of her.Things had happend between them though that

made her shy away from Dib more and more. No longer because he was dorky or annoying, he knew

that she feared him now.

Dib sighed and continued dressing, a fresh wave of guilt washing through him as thoughts

traveled to weeks prior. They'd been home alone, as usual, and the day had yeilded some

particularly strong abuse of multiple sorts. Dib had crept into the house quieter and sadder then

usual. Quiet enough and sad enough to catch Gaz's attention. After Dib'd been in his room for a

while, silently contemplating life's demons while watching the ceiling above him, a knock'd come

on the door. It was a soft knock, shy and timid, almost regretful. He'd muttered something along

the lines of 'come in'. He remembered watching Gaz peer around the slowly opening door and his

own feeling of surprise. It had taken them awhile to set tension and get to talking, but when they

did, it went on for hours. It was the first real conversation they'd held for as long as they'd

been siblings. So many emotions and surpressed heartaches were released in that time, and it felt

as though a bond of trust formed itself during those few hours. It felt strange. It felt right, to

Dib. A happiness long abandoned was found again and he had needed a way to express it. No words

seemed descriptive enough to explain his feeling. Then, the mistake came, and he had acted upon

a whim. A pause had come in their conversation, they were both laying side by side on his floor

admist the clutter, and Dib make his wrong move. It seemed right at the time, of course, for

actions always spoke louder then words. These actions didn't speak though, they screamed. As

soon as the pause came, Dib took his gamble, he'd scooted closer, then rolled just enough to kiss

Gaz full on the mouth. It was gentle, but firm enough to make clear that this was no loving show

of sibling companionship.

Dib winced again, remembering the look in her eyes as the newly formed flesh of their bond

was torn in two. How quickly Gaz had gotten up, looked at him with something between fear and hatred,

and left. She'd gone back to her room to play her game. As always.

Sighing, Dib gathered the rest of his belongings from the bathroom and made his way back to his

own room. Downstairs the television was on, and the raised volume of a Gameslave could be heard

mixed with it.

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