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Chapter 2: "A…nice visit."
Zim walked home as fast as he could after school. He evaded Gaz whenever he saw her in the halls, in class, or outside the building when he snuck past her. The light whip or her braid, a gentle twist of her figure, or her lavender scent sent Zim's mind into a frenzy of nervous fear. Why did he get the feeling that she was going to hurt him?
"MASTER! YOU HOME!" Yelled Gir as he squeezed Zim around the middle. Zim pushed him off and locked his door. Gir blinked his innocent blue eyes and laughed like an idiot. "I missed youuuuu…."
"GIR." Zim said firmly as he took off his wig and contacts. The little SIR unit turned red and saluted. "I want you to watch this door and if a strange earth female is to approach the door, you are to NOT let them in! Do you understand?"
"Yes, my Lord." Said Gir as he zipped up his green doggy costume. He put on his hood and stood at the door, straight as a stick.
Satisfied, Zim walked up to the toilet and stood in it, flushing himself down into his underground laboratories. Gir immediately ran to the couch and turned on the T.V. to see the Scary Monkey Show starting. Gir plopped his behind down on the violet cushions.
"I love this show…"
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Gaz walked down the sidewalk to find what she had been looking for. A slightly crooked house with a bunch of scary looking lawn-gnomes. She whipped her violet braid behind her and calmly walked to the front door. The gnomes just watched her with their big bug eyes, almost as if they were afraid of her.
"I wonder if Zim forgot that I was coming over to his house today." Said Gaz as she knocked lightly on the door. She heard a squeaky voice yell, "PIZZA!" and the door opened. A little green dog appeared at her feet, salivating on her boots. She cringed.
"NO PIZZA!" Yelled Gir as he burst into tears. He stopped immediately when he noticed Gaz just standing their at the badly-shaped pink door. He smiled innocently and held out a paw.
"Ooooo….you pretty! I know! You came to see Master!" Squealed Gir as he grabbed her hand and began shaking it enthusiastically.
Gaz smirked at the little robot and followed him into the strange house that was Zim's lair. Gir was blithely jumping by the trashcan, beckoning her to follow him. Sighing, Gaz walked over to where Gir activated the trashcan elevator.
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Zim was impatiently tapping his clawed fingers on his desk as the computer droned on and on about what could go wrong in Zim's latest world conquest plan. Not that it really mattered, since Zim had no idea what was going to happen to himself now and that he was really bored of the computer's sarcastic remarks about his plan. He decided to go to his newly rebuilt underground gym and took off his hoodie, then taking off his black undershirt. He took off his shoes and began to lift some weights.
'I really wished I built this gym sooner. Then I could have just beat Dib-worm into a pulp with my bare hands.' Zim chuckled at that thought. In his younger years on Earth, Dib and some other boys began to try to beat Zim up, and Zim, being as overconfident as he was, challenged him and got his ass kicked. Bad.
So Zim built his first gym. He began to work out, and soon he was able to lift 100 lbs. easy with one arm. Zim was also impressed with his physique. He was not only tall, but he had a nice, lean figure that not even his sought-after Tallests could achieve. In layman's terms, he was gorgeous. Only he didn't think so.
After about 6 minutes of lifting weights, he walked over to his punching bag. He landed a few punches to the bag, and after a little bit, he began to deliver combinations of hard punches and hard kicks, ripping the bag from the wall. Zim stared at it for a minute, and then cried out in frustration. Another thing that he broke that Gir didn't already break himself.
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Gaz walked after Gir, who was happily skipping along in some random direction. She looked all around her at different rooms. Even though she had been in Zim's labs before, all the sharp and pointy torture devices still spiked her curiosity.
As she passed a red-lit hallway, she heard a cry of frustration. She stopped following Gir and walked into the hallway. She turned at the corner and looked into the room beyond it. She gasped.
There was Zim, in the middle of what looked like a gym, half-naked. Sweat shone on the green alien's skin, making it eerily glow in the red light. Broad shoulders connected to strong biceps. His torso was a dream that so many women would wish their husbands would have. A chiseled chest and nicely toned abs heaved in and out as Zim breathed heavily with his eyes closed. All in all, Gaz couldn't even remember a time she saw a boy like this.
"Wow…" Gaz said softly. Zim's antennae perked up at the sound and he opened his eyes to find Gaz staring at him. It took about 30 seconds for his brain to register that Gaz was in his house and staring at him while he was half-naked. He yelled. Gaz snapped out of her trance and ran away from the room, flustered and confused why she kept staring at Zim; Zim, that sexy, green hunk of an alien man…
'Stop! Stop thinking like that!' Gaz mentally yelled at herself as she ran down a different hallway. She could hear a 'shit' and the sound of clinking metal on the walls behind her. She ran even faster and turned down a different hallway, making her pursuer skid to a stop behind her and went off chasing her again.
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'Damn, this female stink-beast is fast…' Thought Zim as he activated his PAK and scaled the walls with his spider legs. He nearly crashed into a wall as she turned at another hallway. He sped up, leaping high into the air and trapping Gaz within his arms as she tried to move out of the way. He landed neatly on his feet and stood there, panting heavily with Gaz in his arms.
"Let go of me, you cretin!" Yelled Gaz as she struggled to get away. She fought hard to maintain control of her hormones as an unfamiliar warmth began to rise in her face. She kicked and hit, but Zim managed to hold her still.
"How the hell did you get into Zim's underground lab, Gaz-human?" Demanded Zim as he held the struggling girl against him. He was barely aware that his squeedly-sqooch was thumping rather fast, and that there was a aching feeling in his chest. The girl finally calmed down enough to go limp, and Zim let her feet touch the floor. She slowly turned around…
…and slapped him. Hard.
Zim was stunned for a moment, then his numbness turned to anger.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR YOU CRAZY BITCH!" Yelled Zim as he held his stinging cheek. Gaz merely glared at him and started to talk in a strangely calm but threatening voice.
"That's what you get when you touch a girl without her consent. If you do that again, I swear I shall throw your soul into a chaotic nightmare world of which there is no utter return."
Zim, slightly shaken by this, turned around and walked down the passage. Gaz sighed, and followed him up to his 'house' level.
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"You still didn't have to hit me, the almighty Zim! How else would I have stopped you from running away?" Zim spat back as Gaz and he continued their argument about current recent events. Zim now had a red shirt on and the two teens were sitting in his living room while Gir was making a mess in the kitchen.
"It was on impulse. Any other girl would have done it if they were in my position." Gaz retorted as she threw her hands up in an annoyed manner. Zim merely glared at her and grumbled incoherent curses under his breath. Gaz smirked triumphantly.
"Now that's settled. Now we can go on to more pressing matters." Said Gaz as-matter-of-factly. Zim looked at her confused. "I mean, we are now friends, but if you want to know the reason I'm doing this, it's because I'm tired of Dib's ranting of the paranormal. I know you're an alien, but hearing it from Mr. Hero of the World gets annoying."
"Well, now that you mention it, I could use an ally on this ball of dirt. Plus, you as my 'friend' would make the Dib-human stink beast's big head explode." Said Zim with an amused tone. Gaz laughed slightly but quickly put on her serious face. No one, not even Zim, would see Gaz fully show her emotions. No one would see.
"Well aren't you being Mr. Optimistic." Said Gaz as she reached inside her book bag. She pulled out a sketch pad and a few charcoal pencils and began to draw. Her graceful fingers skated across the surface of the pad with the pencil, making smooth lines across the coarse paper.
"I am not this Mr. Optimistic-thing you speak of! I AM ZIM!" Zim yelled as he looked over Gaz's shoulder. He watched the pencil glide across the paper, making black, bold lines give form to…a very well-done front profile of Zim's head. Zim, astonished, tapped Gaz on the shoulder.
"How is it that you make these images? You are very skilled at whatever you doing. What is this process called?" Zim asked as Gaz smiled slightly and opened her eyes.
"It's called drawing. You use these sticks to create images on the paper. I'm just good at it since I've had a long time to practice." Gaz said as she twirled the charcoal pencil in her hand. "Do you…want to try?"
"Yes. I will attempt to master this 'drawing'. Watch closely Gaz-human." Zim said boastfully as he took the pencil from her hand and began to scribble on another page. Gaz waited patiently as he scratched, erased, and attacked the paper in an effort to create an image worthy to be seen.
"There! Feast your eyes on this!" Yelled Zim as he shoved an image like looked like Gaz. Her head was lopsided and some of her body parts were disproportioned but it was good for a first try none the less. Gaz smiled.
"Well, it's not exactly perfect…" Zim's eyes were downcast. "But it was good for your first try." Zim picked his head up, crimson eyes looking into hers. He gave a smile, small, shy, and sincere and Gaz smiled back.
"Ooooo…you look like you want to eat each other's faces! Just like the people on T.V.!" Yelled Gir, snapping both of them out of their reverie. Green and red blushes appeared on both teens, and they began to giggle nervously.
"Oh, look at the time. I have to get home before Dib thinks Chickenfoot got me or something." Said Gaz quickly, regaining her composure. She picked up her bag and walked to the door. "You can use my paper and pencils if you want Zim."
"Thank you, Gaz-human." Said Zim sincerely as he watched her walk out the door.
"This was a nice visit. See ya at skool tomorrow." Said Gaz as she walked briskly to the direction of her home. Zim waved slightly at her, still inside his house.
"A…nice visit." Zim murmured to himself as he watched her go. He quietly closed his door and stared at the pad and pencils Gaz left behind. He picked up one of the pencils, and let his hand move across the vanilla-coloured paper.
A/N Another chappie down, a bunch more to go. I don't plan on stopping soon, so if you guys want more chapters, you know what to do! Go ahead and click the little purple button down there…c'mon, you know you want to…