By animeninjaNIPPON
AN: If you thought the LAST chapter was bizarre...well, this one's even weirder, I guarantee. Odd pairings, stuff implied, fluff...You were warned...I think... Enjoy.
Gaz rose from her bed at dawn, feeling somewhat guilty for what she did the night before. As she turned to leave the room, her attention was grabbed by the wreck of her brother's bed.
The blue curtain was peeled back slightly, revealing Zim and Dib cuddled together. The latter opened his eyes faintly. "Gaz?..."
By this time, though, she had already stormed halfway down the corridor. "That jerk!"
Meanwhile, Tak was monitoring Gir on a camera in her room as Purple played with her long, curly antennae. "Oh look," she cooed as Gaz came into view.
"What's SHE doing?" Purple asked.
"Let's watch and see." She patted his arm.
Gaz felt somewhat hurt and betrayed. She had shared Zim with her brother. "Curse you, Dib... CURSE YOU!"
"Oo, she's ANGRY!" Purple exclaimed in mock surprise. He and Tak continued to watch the debauched girl wander around in utter confusion.
She didn't really know where she was going, she just wanted to be away from the harsh realities that were catching up with her. But something - a vague, indistinct noise - caused her to look up. It was Gir, who looked as though he was crying.
"What's YOUR problem?" she asked, a little more bitterly than she had intended. Gir said nothing but instead held out his right arm, which contained a short-circuting wire that stuck out abnormally. "You want me to fix your arm, is that it?" He nodded slowly.
"Very well." She stomped over to his tank while searching for something to use as a bandage. She looked down at her feet. Her slip would suffice...
Gaz propped one foot against the tank and tore off a small section of her slip. "Hold out your arm," she instructed Gir. The little robot complied, and she tied the black section of fabric tightly around the loose wire. "There. Is that...better?" Gir's dreamy azure eyes locked onto her squinted amber ones with a look of mild affection. It was a look of innocence, but at the same time it was a look of submission. Here was one who would not seduce Gaz with words, but with the willingness to obey. Yet, somehow, it was Gaz who felt the need to submit to desire. She had nothing more to lose.
With a seductive grin, she tore her slip again, this time revealing one of her purple garters and the tiniest glimpse of her black panties. At that wanton gesture, Gir's eyes flickered briefly to red before resuming their cool blue hue.
"Is THAT better?" she asked. Gir nodded eagerly, and Gaz jumped into the tank with him to do Irk-knows-what.
"Look at that girl," Tak laughed evilly.
"Can you believe that?" Purple wound one of Tak's antennae around his finger, then unwound it gently.
"How pathetic."
"The Master won't be happy about this!"
End of part ten