A/N: THIS CHAPTER IS CHEESY! I mean, I tried to not get in this situation but NAUGHT! But that doesn't make the story horrible now, its still WONDERFUL!
Oh and I'm thinking about changing the title from this one to "The Prince". I think I'll get more ZADR--finding fans that way. Tell me whatcha think in a review!
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Chapter Three
The next day, Zim and Dib met up in the principal's office again to work on their project. But Zim seemed even more pissed as he was yesterday. Dib tried not to bother him, but try as he may, he was always getting yelled at the other student.
"WE'RE NOT USING PURPLE ON THE POSTER BOARD!" Zim suddenly cried.
"Why the hell not? Its a pretty color." Dib responded.
Zim blinked. His contact eyes were purple. This simple thought upset Zim even more, "Let's use another color!"
"Fine. We'll use green." Dib finally gave in.
Zim sat back at the computer. ~What's with him? Why isn't he fighting back?~ He thought. He suddenly clicked a few buttons; a website he'd hopefully thought gave them more information on their science project, but it instead sent him to a gay pornography site. At once, Dib was looking over his shoulder at the screen.
"Heeyyy....what's that?" Dib asked pervertedly.
Zim blushed and started stuttering. "I-I don't know!" he cried.
Dib found this cute. But before it could sink in, Zim was seething again.
"GET FROM BEHIND ME!" he cried, pushing back in the wheeled chair, crushing Dib against the wall.
Dib stood there, dumbfounded as Zim closed the computer window. What had happened to his adversary? When had Zim gotten so cold in such a short time? It was as if they'd crossed the link of childish hate into real hate that made your blood boil and really piss you off. But Dib couldn't think what made him so mad...
It hadn't started to get this severe unti Robin came in the picture. So it had something to do with Robin....and their being together.
Zim was jealous of he and Robin's time spent together? But that wouldn't make sense unless...
ZIM LIKED HIM?
Dib fell out suddenly from the shock of thinking like that. Zim couldn't like him! He hated him!
Or was it all just an act?
Dib bit his lower lip, curious as to why Zim would like him. And why now? Unless, this had been going on for a long time now...
"Uh," Dib began, "I chose purple because that's the color of your eyes," he lied, seeing how Zim would react.
Zim looked up at Dib as if he were crazy, but Dib could clearly see hurt in the violet depths of his eyes. Dib suddenly felt awful, as if Zim liking him was his fault. Dib turned agay from the Irken's pained eyes and back to fixing the posterboard. They didn't speak another word between them until lunch.
Zim was once again staring at Dib and Robin as they ate lunch and chatted. Something stupid happened and Zim got meat thrown at his face and he ran off into a wall.
"Ouch..." Robin hissed as if he'd ran into a wall.
Dib looked over at the fallen Irken, unable to utter a single word. Robin turned his attention back to Dib, "So, what are you going to do tomorrow?"
"We have to go back to the principal's office and do the rest of the project. The principal won't stop talking about the 10,000 dollar prize on this." Dib responded, tearing his eyes away from Zim.
"Hmm," Robin noted, a hint of suspicion in his voice.
***
That day after school, Zim walked tiredly in the base. "I'm home early, Gir, the hall monitors got the day off..." he was cut short as Gir suddenly jumped on him and started licking him. "AHHH!" Zim cried.
"you taste like meat!" Gir cried annoyingly.
"NOOO!" Zim cried, trying to pull him off.
***
Robin beamed himself back up to Crainbur. He met with the king, "I have some bad news."
The king sat up on his throne, "What is it?" He asked.
"The Irken is becoming troublesome in my seduction. We may need to frighten him from becoming friendly with Dib."
The king nodded, giving him permission. "Do as you must."
***
The next day, rain poured down on the High Skool as well as surrounding neighborhoods. Dib and Robin walked together, hand-in-hand under a big umbrella. Zim sped by, holding his own umbrella and wearing a poncho.
"Why is he always driving that thing?" Robin asked.
"I dunno..." Dib said. "You know, water hurts him." Dib blurted.
"Does it." Robin said, plan forming within his head. He and the three jocks would attack Zim and leave him somewhere...
***
Zim was doing this daily rounds of favortie skipping locations when he turned a corner and was hit upside the head with a wooden object. Zim dizzly fell back, face towards the rain clouds. For some reason, he felt light and far from his body. Somewhere off, he could hear his voice scream and feel something warm ooze from his head.
Then, he was suddenly rushed back to reality as a strong hand pulled him back up. He was looking into the face of none other than Robin, who was holding a baseball bat, drenched in Zim's own blood.
"I really hate to attack you like this Zim...but your existence is interferring with the king of Crainbur's son..." Robin said.
"Dib..." Zim mumbled softly.
"Leave him be." Robin ordered one of the people who were holding Zim up, "He should be frightened enough."
Zim was thrown to the ground.
"Dib doesn't like you, and everybody can see your foolishly liking him. Give it up." Robin said, walking off with the three jocks.
Anger and pain seethed through Zim. This whole LOVE thing was beginning to piss him off. And he wanted to so kill Robin. Too bad he wouldn't be the one to do it...
***
The clouds no longer gave off rain, but merely stayed in the air, grey and dull. A boy suddenly appeared from the trees behind the school. He looked no older than 16 and had scath-shaped black hair, and an incredibly large head. The boy was looking for someone. Someone important to him.
"Robin?" he cried, but the one who owned the name never came. Suddenly, looking intothe dark shadow near the school wall, the boy made a startling discovery--a green skinned boy, laying in a pool of his own blood.
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"ZIM!" Dib cried, quickly rushing to the Irken's side. He took Zim in his arms, looking him in the face. He's been beaten bad, his skin looked terribly burned; he'd been out in the rain without protection. The worst of it all was a terrible wound on his head; someone had hit him with a heavy object. But the thing that shocked Dib the most--was the blood.
The blood was red.
Humans had red blood, not aliens! For aliens to have the same color blood must mean their connected SOMEHOW. Usually in the books and movies, alien plasma was acid or purple or even green. Not this deep blood-red that of a rose.
Without another thought, Dib gathered the Irken in his arms, and disappeared into the trees behind the school once again.
***
Dib snuck Zim back into his base. The annoying robot hopped around crazily but he had let them in. Dib got a slightly moist cloth (too much water would surely burn him) and wiped clean his scars. He then bandaged the gash across this head. But the bandage didn't look right so Dib removed it, holding his breath, pulled off Zim's wig, his antennae automatically springing up. Dib then put the bandage back on.
Dib stared down at Zim, thinking who could have possibly done this to him. But the suspects were endless. The whole school feared and hated him. That enough could have sent someone in a murderous rage.
Dib suddenly blinked. He was in his adversary's base, and he could take Zim down. At once he'd shamed himself for even having that thought. Perhaps his own maturity helped him cross the line from enemy to friend.
"BACON!" Gir cried, quickly, jumping on Dib's huge head. Dib smiled, this was kind of nice. And it didn't feel all out of place and WRONG like Robin had.
Did he just compare Zim to his boyfriend?
Dib sighed and pulled the robot from his head, "So, what's there to do around here?" he was going to be there for a while, at least until Zim woke up screaming about why the 'Dib-Human' was in his base.
"Well, there's--BACON!" Gir squealed wildly.
"I think I'll watch some TV," Dib said, sitting on the sofa next to where Zim lay, and clicked on the remote.
"BACON!" Gir cried, running continually into a wall.
***
Zim slowly awoke. Dib was looking at him with a caring look on his face. "Zim?" he quickly looked away. Stupid dreams. Then there was a gentle hand on his chin, pulling him back to the imaginary face. When would this daydream end?
"Zim? Are you okay?" Dib asked.
Zim blinked. This wasn't another daydream about how he wanted it to be with the Dib-Monkey. This was real life! And his head hurt like hell--
"WHAT am I doing here? WHAT are you doing here?" Zim suddenly cried.
"I found you..." Dib mumbled, "You were hurt--I didn't touch anything, but I think your robot set your kitchen on fire, cooking bacon--"
"GET OUT!" Zim suddenly cried. But this didn't even shock Dib. The boy sat there, a determined look on his face.
"Your hurt." Dib said plainly, "And something else is wrong too."
"Since when do you know so much about me? Since when do you think you understand anything about me?"
The unemotional look in Dib's eyes disappeared, instead they were full of some emotion Zim couldn't put a finger on. "Since I became your friend."
Zim bit his lower lip, "But, what of the Robin-human?"
Dib quickly shook his head, "This has nothing to do with him. Well, it does, but its not important right now."
Zim was important to him? Since when? ~Since forever, you idiot.~ he harshly told himself. For the past few years, Dib was always doing something that had Zim as the main priority. But now, Zim wanted to be important to the Dib-human and in another way...
"What is important," Dib continued, "Is that we found out who did this to you."
Stupid emotions. If Zim told him, Dib would have to break up with Robin, and he looked so happy around the other human. Even though something was definitely out of this world with him, that might have been what attracted Dib to him in the first place. Zim didn't want to ruin that, now did he?
Zim looked down, "I didn't see who it was."
"Do you think it was somebody from school?"
Zim sighed, "I don't know. My head hurts right now," he turned away from Dib.
"Well," Dib said, standing up, "I gotta go for a moment, but I'll be back."
~Yeah, your probably have to see Robin.~ Zim thought in disgust.
***
Dib was shocked to see Robin standing at the door to his house. At once he ran to him.
"Dib!" Robin said happily, "Where were you after school?"
"Oh, I got out early," Dib responded, "Look, I can't talk right now. I have--"
Robin looked upset, "What's more important than me? That stupid project?"
Dib glared at him, "No," he said angrily, "Not at all a project. Zim was attacked today and he needs my help." he pushed past Robin into his house. Robin quickly followed him.
Gaz was sitting on the sofa. At once, she burst into fangirlish screams then shook her head, "What the hell is up with that?" she asked herself.
"You said Zim wouldn't be a problem!" Robin cried and followed Dib into the bathroom.
"Well, he's my friend and he's in trouble," he said without thinking.
"Well, maybe you should go with him then," Robin fumed, leaving the house. Dib ran off after him to find he'd mysteriously disappeared. Shrugging it off, he held up the bottle of asprin, hoping it could help Zim somehow, and ran off towards the Irken's house.
***
Zim was shocked to even hear the door open again. Then there was Dib on the sofa next to him. WAITASECOND--Dib had come back for him?
He held out a bottle of white little pills. the smelled funny but Dib urged him to take one. "Their not poison. Trust me. Their not suppose to be taken with huge wounds by humans but you are an alien so it must help out somehow."
Zim swallowed two pills quickly. Dib blinked, "You don't need something to drink with it?"
"How the hell am I suppose to know? I've never seen this ASS-SPRIN in my entire life!" the Irken seethed.
"Alright, alright," Dib said, holding up his hands in peace, "don't get angry."
Zim looked at him oddly, "How long are you staying, Dib-worm?"
Dib shrugged, "I dunno. As long as you want me to stay."
Zim blinked in suprise, "And you don't care about the Robin-human?"
A look of anger exploded on Dib's face, "I don't even want to talk about him. I don't see what attracted me to him in the first place..."
~The Dib-Human hates Robin?~ Zim was amazed. If Zim wanted, he could tell Dib he liked him right now. He was after all, so vunerable...
Zim stopped the thought. What a horrible thing to even consider! Any other Irken would have done that, and over half of Earth's population, but not Zim. The green boy looked down in his lap. But there was one thing for sure. Now was a better time then any for Zim to tell Dib who really hurt him...
At least, Zim thought so. He wasn't a professor in the understanding of human emotions! He was the only being in earth who would predict he'd react the way he did--
"HE WHAT?!" Dib cried, standing up suddenly, "HE ATTACKED MY..my..." his voice got small.
Zim looked up, heart beating fast in his chest, "Your what?"
"My friend, I guess," Dib said, blushing.
"HAHA!" Zim suddenly cried in victory of winning Dib over (as a friend at least). "I AM ZIM!"
Dib sweatdropped when Gir suddenly came in, and attacked his master, "You taste like rain!" he cried in a weird robotic voice.
"AHHH! NO!" Zim cried.
***
Obviously, blind with anger, Robin disappeared dangerously close to Dib's house back to Crainbur. He found himself in the throne room, but this time Tim was there.
"T-Tim?" Robin cried, "What are you doing here?"
Tim shrugged, "Nothing else to do. My dad and the king are out picking ribbons to throw over the city in the national holiday."
Robin looked down, blushing. He'd liked Tim eve since he'd saved his pet cat from a tree when they were both 3 years old. But Tim was his cousin and Crainbur didn't have homophobia, but people really disliked incest. Besides all the stuff Tim talked about couldn't be his real feelings. Could they?
"So," Tim said, "how are things going on earth?"
"Fine," Robin said without thinking, "I mean bad! REAL bad. Dib doesn't like me anymore. He likes that stupid irken..."
"Do you care?"
"What?"
"Do you care?" Tim repeated, "I mean, it was a stupid idea anyway, trying to get the king's son who's heir is human to come to a planet to become king."
It was as if Robin had suddenly noticed this. "Yes. It is."
"It'd be an easier thing to just let my dad reign after the king."
"Yes..." Robin said. "I should go talk to him."
"Yes," Tim said in a weird voice, "Go talk to him. He'll listen to you. Your his sister's son. He trusts you, more than he trusts me."
Robin noddled cutely and walked off. Tim stood there, a strange, evil look on his face. "Yes. Everything is going as planned. I'll soon have this planet under my SUPERIOR CONTROL!"
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End of Chapter Three
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Yaay! Suspense! Yaay! Robin WAS weird after all. YAAY! Incest. OH GOD DID I WARN YOU ABOUT THAT? ITS gone after this chapter, I swear.
Oh and I'm thinking about changing the title from this one to "The Prince". I think I'll get more ZADR--finding fans that way. Tell me whatcha think in a review!
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Chapter Three
The next day, Zim and Dib met up in the principal's office again to work on their project. But Zim seemed even more pissed as he was yesterday. Dib tried not to bother him, but try as he may, he was always getting yelled at the other student.
"WE'RE NOT USING PURPLE ON THE POSTER BOARD!" Zim suddenly cried.
"Why the hell not? Its a pretty color." Dib responded.
Zim blinked. His contact eyes were purple. This simple thought upset Zim even more, "Let's use another color!"
"Fine. We'll use green." Dib finally gave in.
Zim sat back at the computer. ~What's with him? Why isn't he fighting back?~ He thought. He suddenly clicked a few buttons; a website he'd hopefully thought gave them more information on their science project, but it instead sent him to a gay pornography site. At once, Dib was looking over his shoulder at the screen.
"Heeyyy....what's that?" Dib asked pervertedly.
Zim blushed and started stuttering. "I-I don't know!" he cried.
Dib found this cute. But before it could sink in, Zim was seething again.
"GET FROM BEHIND ME!" he cried, pushing back in the wheeled chair, crushing Dib against the wall.
Dib stood there, dumbfounded as Zim closed the computer window. What had happened to his adversary? When had Zim gotten so cold in such a short time? It was as if they'd crossed the link of childish hate into real hate that made your blood boil and really piss you off. But Dib couldn't think what made him so mad...
It hadn't started to get this severe unti Robin came in the picture. So it had something to do with Robin....and their being together.
Zim was jealous of he and Robin's time spent together? But that wouldn't make sense unless...
ZIM LIKED HIM?
Dib fell out suddenly from the shock of thinking like that. Zim couldn't like him! He hated him!
Or was it all just an act?
Dib bit his lower lip, curious as to why Zim would like him. And why now? Unless, this had been going on for a long time now...
"Uh," Dib began, "I chose purple because that's the color of your eyes," he lied, seeing how Zim would react.
Zim looked up at Dib as if he were crazy, but Dib could clearly see hurt in the violet depths of his eyes. Dib suddenly felt awful, as if Zim liking him was his fault. Dib turned agay from the Irken's pained eyes and back to fixing the posterboard. They didn't speak another word between them until lunch.
Zim was once again staring at Dib and Robin as they ate lunch and chatted. Something stupid happened and Zim got meat thrown at his face and he ran off into a wall.
"Ouch..." Robin hissed as if he'd ran into a wall.
Dib looked over at the fallen Irken, unable to utter a single word. Robin turned his attention back to Dib, "So, what are you going to do tomorrow?"
"We have to go back to the principal's office and do the rest of the project. The principal won't stop talking about the 10,000 dollar prize on this." Dib responded, tearing his eyes away from Zim.
"Hmm," Robin noted, a hint of suspicion in his voice.
***
That day after school, Zim walked tiredly in the base. "I'm home early, Gir, the hall monitors got the day off..." he was cut short as Gir suddenly jumped on him and started licking him. "AHHH!" Zim cried.
"you taste like meat!" Gir cried annoyingly.
"NOOO!" Zim cried, trying to pull him off.
***
Robin beamed himself back up to Crainbur. He met with the king, "I have some bad news."
The king sat up on his throne, "What is it?" He asked.
"The Irken is becoming troublesome in my seduction. We may need to frighten him from becoming friendly with Dib."
The king nodded, giving him permission. "Do as you must."
***
The next day, rain poured down on the High Skool as well as surrounding neighborhoods. Dib and Robin walked together, hand-in-hand under a big umbrella. Zim sped by, holding his own umbrella and wearing a poncho.
"Why is he always driving that thing?" Robin asked.
"I dunno..." Dib said. "You know, water hurts him." Dib blurted.
"Does it." Robin said, plan forming within his head. He and the three jocks would attack Zim and leave him somewhere...
***
Zim was doing this daily rounds of favortie skipping locations when he turned a corner and was hit upside the head with a wooden object. Zim dizzly fell back, face towards the rain clouds. For some reason, he felt light and far from his body. Somewhere off, he could hear his voice scream and feel something warm ooze from his head.
Then, he was suddenly rushed back to reality as a strong hand pulled him back up. He was looking into the face of none other than Robin, who was holding a baseball bat, drenched in Zim's own blood.
"I really hate to attack you like this Zim...but your existence is interferring with the king of Crainbur's son..." Robin said.
"Dib..." Zim mumbled softly.
"Leave him be." Robin ordered one of the people who were holding Zim up, "He should be frightened enough."
Zim was thrown to the ground.
"Dib doesn't like you, and everybody can see your foolishly liking him. Give it up." Robin said, walking off with the three jocks.
Anger and pain seethed through Zim. This whole LOVE thing was beginning to piss him off. And he wanted to so kill Robin. Too bad he wouldn't be the one to do it...
***
The clouds no longer gave off rain, but merely stayed in the air, grey and dull. A boy suddenly appeared from the trees behind the school. He looked no older than 16 and had scath-shaped black hair, and an incredibly large head. The boy was looking for someone. Someone important to him.
"Robin?" he cried, but the one who owned the name never came. Suddenly, looking intothe dark shadow near the school wall, the boy made a startling discovery--a green skinned boy, laying in a pool of his own blood.
***
"ZIM!" Dib cried, quickly rushing to the Irken's side. He took Zim in his arms, looking him in the face. He's been beaten bad, his skin looked terribly burned; he'd been out in the rain without protection. The worst of it all was a terrible wound on his head; someone had hit him with a heavy object. But the thing that shocked Dib the most--was the blood.
The blood was red.
Humans had red blood, not aliens! For aliens to have the same color blood must mean their connected SOMEHOW. Usually in the books and movies, alien plasma was acid or purple or even green. Not this deep blood-red that of a rose.
Without another thought, Dib gathered the Irken in his arms, and disappeared into the trees behind the school once again.
***
Dib snuck Zim back into his base. The annoying robot hopped around crazily but he had let them in. Dib got a slightly moist cloth (too much water would surely burn him) and wiped clean his scars. He then bandaged the gash across this head. But the bandage didn't look right so Dib removed it, holding his breath, pulled off Zim's wig, his antennae automatically springing up. Dib then put the bandage back on.
Dib stared down at Zim, thinking who could have possibly done this to him. But the suspects were endless. The whole school feared and hated him. That enough could have sent someone in a murderous rage.
Dib suddenly blinked. He was in his adversary's base, and he could take Zim down. At once he'd shamed himself for even having that thought. Perhaps his own maturity helped him cross the line from enemy to friend.
"BACON!" Gir cried, quickly, jumping on Dib's huge head. Dib smiled, this was kind of nice. And it didn't feel all out of place and WRONG like Robin had.
Did he just compare Zim to his boyfriend?
Dib sighed and pulled the robot from his head, "So, what's there to do around here?" he was going to be there for a while, at least until Zim woke up screaming about why the 'Dib-Human' was in his base.
"Well, there's--BACON!" Gir squealed wildly.
"I think I'll watch some TV," Dib said, sitting on the sofa next to where Zim lay, and clicked on the remote.
"BACON!" Gir cried, running continually into a wall.
***
Zim slowly awoke. Dib was looking at him with a caring look on his face. "Zim?" he quickly looked away. Stupid dreams. Then there was a gentle hand on his chin, pulling him back to the imaginary face. When would this daydream end?
"Zim? Are you okay?" Dib asked.
Zim blinked. This wasn't another daydream about how he wanted it to be with the Dib-Monkey. This was real life! And his head hurt like hell--
"WHAT am I doing here? WHAT are you doing here?" Zim suddenly cried.
"I found you..." Dib mumbled, "You were hurt--I didn't touch anything, but I think your robot set your kitchen on fire, cooking bacon--"
"GET OUT!" Zim suddenly cried. But this didn't even shock Dib. The boy sat there, a determined look on his face.
"Your hurt." Dib said plainly, "And something else is wrong too."
"Since when do you know so much about me? Since when do you think you understand anything about me?"
The unemotional look in Dib's eyes disappeared, instead they were full of some emotion Zim couldn't put a finger on. "Since I became your friend."
Zim bit his lower lip, "But, what of the Robin-human?"
Dib quickly shook his head, "This has nothing to do with him. Well, it does, but its not important right now."
Zim was important to him? Since when? ~Since forever, you idiot.~ he harshly told himself. For the past few years, Dib was always doing something that had Zim as the main priority. But now, Zim wanted to be important to the Dib-human and in another way...
"What is important," Dib continued, "Is that we found out who did this to you."
Stupid emotions. If Zim told him, Dib would have to break up with Robin, and he looked so happy around the other human. Even though something was definitely out of this world with him, that might have been what attracted Dib to him in the first place. Zim didn't want to ruin that, now did he?
Zim looked down, "I didn't see who it was."
"Do you think it was somebody from school?"
Zim sighed, "I don't know. My head hurts right now," he turned away from Dib.
"Well," Dib said, standing up, "I gotta go for a moment, but I'll be back."
~Yeah, your probably have to see Robin.~ Zim thought in disgust.
***
Dib was shocked to see Robin standing at the door to his house. At once he ran to him.
"Dib!" Robin said happily, "Where were you after school?"
"Oh, I got out early," Dib responded, "Look, I can't talk right now. I have--"
Robin looked upset, "What's more important than me? That stupid project?"
Dib glared at him, "No," he said angrily, "Not at all a project. Zim was attacked today and he needs my help." he pushed past Robin into his house. Robin quickly followed him.
Gaz was sitting on the sofa. At once, she burst into fangirlish screams then shook her head, "What the hell is up with that?" she asked herself.
"You said Zim wouldn't be a problem!" Robin cried and followed Dib into the bathroom.
"Well, he's my friend and he's in trouble," he said without thinking.
"Well, maybe you should go with him then," Robin fumed, leaving the house. Dib ran off after him to find he'd mysteriously disappeared. Shrugging it off, he held up the bottle of asprin, hoping it could help Zim somehow, and ran off towards the Irken's house.
***
Zim was shocked to even hear the door open again. Then there was Dib on the sofa next to him. WAITASECOND--Dib had come back for him?
He held out a bottle of white little pills. the smelled funny but Dib urged him to take one. "Their not poison. Trust me. Their not suppose to be taken with huge wounds by humans but you are an alien so it must help out somehow."
Zim swallowed two pills quickly. Dib blinked, "You don't need something to drink with it?"
"How the hell am I suppose to know? I've never seen this ASS-SPRIN in my entire life!" the Irken seethed.
"Alright, alright," Dib said, holding up his hands in peace, "don't get angry."
Zim looked at him oddly, "How long are you staying, Dib-worm?"
Dib shrugged, "I dunno. As long as you want me to stay."
Zim blinked in suprise, "And you don't care about the Robin-human?"
A look of anger exploded on Dib's face, "I don't even want to talk about him. I don't see what attracted me to him in the first place..."
~The Dib-Human hates Robin?~ Zim was amazed. If Zim wanted, he could tell Dib he liked him right now. He was after all, so vunerable...
Zim stopped the thought. What a horrible thing to even consider! Any other Irken would have done that, and over half of Earth's population, but not Zim. The green boy looked down in his lap. But there was one thing for sure. Now was a better time then any for Zim to tell Dib who really hurt him...
At least, Zim thought so. He wasn't a professor in the understanding of human emotions! He was the only being in earth who would predict he'd react the way he did--
"HE WHAT?!" Dib cried, standing up suddenly, "HE ATTACKED MY..my..." his voice got small.
Zim looked up, heart beating fast in his chest, "Your what?"
"My friend, I guess," Dib said, blushing.
"HAHA!" Zim suddenly cried in victory of winning Dib over (as a friend at least). "I AM ZIM!"
Dib sweatdropped when Gir suddenly came in, and attacked his master, "You taste like rain!" he cried in a weird robotic voice.
"AHHH! NO!" Zim cried.
***
Obviously, blind with anger, Robin disappeared dangerously close to Dib's house back to Crainbur. He found himself in the throne room, but this time Tim was there.
"T-Tim?" Robin cried, "What are you doing here?"
Tim shrugged, "Nothing else to do. My dad and the king are out picking ribbons to throw over the city in the national holiday."
Robin looked down, blushing. He'd liked Tim eve since he'd saved his pet cat from a tree when they were both 3 years old. But Tim was his cousin and Crainbur didn't have homophobia, but people really disliked incest. Besides all the stuff Tim talked about couldn't be his real feelings. Could they?
"So," Tim said, "how are things going on earth?"
"Fine," Robin said without thinking, "I mean bad! REAL bad. Dib doesn't like me anymore. He likes that stupid irken..."
"Do you care?"
"What?"
"Do you care?" Tim repeated, "I mean, it was a stupid idea anyway, trying to get the king's son who's heir is human to come to a planet to become king."
It was as if Robin had suddenly noticed this. "Yes. It is."
"It'd be an easier thing to just let my dad reign after the king."
"Yes..." Robin said. "I should go talk to him."
"Yes," Tim said in a weird voice, "Go talk to him. He'll listen to you. Your his sister's son. He trusts you, more than he trusts me."
Robin noddled cutely and walked off. Tim stood there, a strange, evil look on his face. "Yes. Everything is going as planned. I'll soon have this planet under my SUPERIOR CONTROL!"
***
End of Chapter Three
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Yaay! Suspense! Yaay! Robin WAS weird after all. YAAY! Incest. OH GOD DID I WARN YOU ABOUT THAT? ITS gone after this chapter, I swear.