Disclaimer: Do not own them.
Title: Battle of the Boy Bands
Summary: Dib gets cocky.
Warnings: Yaoi Cussing PWP (Kinda)OOC
Couple: DibZim
Other Couples: (Slight-- from this chap on) DaDR RaPR RazPink
Written By: Shino
Inspired By:giggle: Toast. :heart:
Comments: Doo dooo doooooo, people ideas! The ZaDR doesn't come fer a few chaps yet!
Note: They're more civil towards each other then I originally planned. Sorry.
(Text) – Not sung by singer. I.E. guitarist, drummer, keyboardist, ect.
–Text– - Sung by singer and his band members.
Lyrics (centered) – people in story are listening/can hear it.
Lyrics (centered) - put in for my amusement. (AKA, they cannot hear it)
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Zim grumbled as he helped set up. Dragging out a keyboard and banging on the keys, the shrill noise making everyone flinch. He then pushed it hard at a smaller Irken who squeaked when it hit him. Zim grinned, ah, the small pleasures in life. He grabbed a black and purple guitar and threw it behind him, not caring if the one it belonged to caught it or not.
Tak growled as she caught the flying guitar, plotting revenge if he ever decided to try that again.
Zim strode to the center of the stage and tapped his foot, fiddling with his microphone. He looked behind him. "Come on. Hurry up!" He was still speaking English, despite himself.
Even though Zim despised the language, it was the most common –by some freak error- in the universe and it was simpler if more people understood him
Tak snapped back a reply in her native tongue that had Zim turning around and facing the judges.
Zim glared at the floor before hearing the first sounds of the song.
"Watch your back because the next man is coming
And you don't know if the next man is dumbin
Survival of the fittest what it is
I got your back, you got my back and that's the biz
Blood is rushing through my veins
I got the power channel the energy
And with my strength I will devour
Sickening thoughts are running through my head
That's when I realize I'm glad I'm not dead."
Zim's anger showed through as he sang, making it deeper and throatier then it was meant to be.
"Corruption and abuse, the salesman of our blood
For the public's craving, existence in the dark
It's our nature to destroy ourselves
It's our nature to kill ourselves
It's our nature to kill each other
It's in our nature to kill, kill, kill."
He yelled into the microphone, both hands clutching it, imagining someone that wasn't there.
"It was a dream and then hit me, reality struck
And now my life is all shifty and it all moves fast
Close to buck 50 and we all stand strong
In respect to the family in times of our insanity
And through the words of profanity
I describe our dysfunctional family
Blood Brothers keep it real to the end
Deeper than the thoughts that you think, not a trend."
He didn't notice the judges jotting notes as he ran words together and tried to speed the song up.
"Corruption and abuse, the salesman of our blood
For the public's craving, existence in the dark
It's our nature to destroy ourselves
It's our nature to kill ourselves
It's our nature to kill each other
It's in our nature to kill, kill, kill."
Zim finally focused on the judges and noticed their disappointed looks. He slowed down, checked his anger, and sang more in the tone of the song, but only changing it slightly, if he just completely lost what he had been doing earlier, it would make him sound even more amateur.
"It's our nature to destroy ourselves
It's our nature to kill ourselves
It's our nature to kill each other
It's in our nature to kill, kill, kill."
He took a deep breath away from the microphone and growled another 'kill', happy for his short break.
"Corruption and abuse, the salesman of our blood
For the public's craving, existence in the dark
It's our nature to destroy ourselves
It's our nature to kill ourselves
It's our nature to kill each other
It's in our nature to kill, kill, kill, kill, kill."
A grin had plastered itself on Zim's face by now. It was his favorite part of the song.
"kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
kill, kill, kill."
It was all sung in a rush, barely having time to breath –as it should be sung- and he could see a couple judges coming around and liking him a bit more.
"It's our nature to destroy ourselves
It's our nature to kill ourselves
It's our nature to kill each other
It's in our nature to kill."
When Zim finished he realized had had –at some point- fallen to his knees. Zim quickly stood, dusting himself, and straightened the fallen microphone stand, and looked to the judges, only slightly out of breath.
"Well," One judge started –in a very high-pitched heavily accented tone- in English. "Did okay. But," One of it's tentacles waved a bit in the air before landing on the metal table. "Beginning not so good. End excellent. We converse now." It motioned to the other judges.
Zim nodded and took a few steps back, toward his band.
"Thanks, Zim," A feminine voice hissed from behind him. "You very well might have killed our chances at getting in." Claws ran across the back of his neck. "You better hope they reconsider and let us in despite your incompetence."
Zim withheld the flinch and stood strong, watching the judges, not helping the pack up.
Finally the judges broke away and one looked to him. It was an Irken and it didn't look too happy with him. It spoke loudly in it's native tongue, antenna pinned back.
When it stopped speaking, Zim grinned. "We'll be happy too. Thank you." He nodded his head down, trying to make them like him a bit more, and turned to leave the stage.
They were getting a second chance.
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Dib hummed happily, weaving around the halls of the massive ship. He was out wandering by himself, trying to familiarize himself with the layout.
A blob stepped out in front of him and he spun around, and ran into something else.
Dib giggled nervously and looked up, it looked like a fellow human but he couldn't be sure. "Sorry."
It shook it's head, green hair swaying, then spoke in a deep voice. "It's fine." Green eyes locked with Dib's. "You know if any human bands have made it in yet?"
Dib nodded happily. "Yeah actually, my band did." He took a step back, realizing how close he had been to the other. "Why?"
"Hmm," It looked away, thoughtful. "What's your band's name?" Eyes returned to him and studied him.
"Uh, Smells like Teen Angst." Dib coughed into his hand nervously.
It's eyes widened. "Really? Then," It paused and thrust it's hand forward. "I'm Toast by the way."
Dib shook the offered hand hesitantly. "I'm. . Dib." He faintly remembered Dwicky talking about a 'Toast' before but he thought he was referring to the food.
Toast's eyes widened then he chuckled. "So you're the fabled Dib. Nice to meet you. Where's Dwicky?" He retracted his hand and shoved it into his pocket.
Dib shifted back a bit. "Back at the room. Why? Do you know him?" Dib leaned back forward a fraction, curious.
Toast chuckled again. "Yea, we're acquaintances. I came to cheer him on but I missed your audition I see." He didn't wait for an answer. "What room number"?
Dib stalled a bit. "Room 4687-MGI. Uh, when you see him tell him I'm ganna be gone for a while longer okay?"
Toast pushed past him. "Kay. Have fun."
Dib turned and watched the green disappear before resuming his journey. As he walked he lifted his wrist up, pushed a button on the side of his wrist band and said softly. "Call Dwicky." A few moments later a hologram of a sleepy looking Dwicky appeared.
"Yea?" The man asked, scratching his head lazily.
"Toast is heading up to the room." Dib said distractedly, he saw familiar looking Pink spikes up ahead.
Dwicky fell out of bed with a thump and an 'oof'. "What?"
Dib didn't answer right away. "Uh, Toast, room, coming. Gotta go. Bye."
"Wait Dih-!" Dwicky's form blipped and died away.
Dib pushed through the crowd and peeked over someone's shoulder -at least he thought it was a shoulder- to see a very well-known Irken picking a fight with a peeved looking human.
"Do you know who I am?" Zim growled, arms crossed. The human had had the nerve to bump into him and not apologize.
The human had a similar stance. "Am I suppose to?"
Dib figured by the sound of the human's voice they were similar in ages.
Zim growled, eyes narrowing. "If you knew what was good for you, you would."
The human huffed and flicked his head, orange hair shifting momentarily before falling in the way of his left eye again. "Cause you're so big and bad." He huffed again. "Look, whatever, I didn't mean to hit you but I lost my guide and I was trying to find him." He uncrossed his arms and placed them on his hips. "So let me go before he's gone completely."
Zim mimicked the other's movement and went to reply when he noticed someone push their way to the center of the small ring that had formed. "Dib." He snarled.
"Hey, there you are. I thought you had gotten yourself lost again." Dib caught the teen by his elbow and started to steer him away before glancing at Zim. "Oh, Zimmy, didn't notice you there. Something wrong. You look all hot and bothered about something." He jerked the teen who was trying to pull away from him and shot him a quick look.
Zim's eyes narrowed further, "So you're the 'guide' this beast has been talking about? No wonder he was so clumsy and ill-mannered." Zim grinned. "He learned from the best."
Dib nodded and started to push the other towards the side. "Yes, yes. I'm a horrible little beastie, who has no talent or a spleen. Whatever." He grinned back at the glowering Irken. "Gotta go Zimmy, you should practice for your retake anyways." He waved his free hand dismissively and shoved the orange-haired human through the crowd before he was yanked back by his collar and a fist slammed into the side of his face.
The orange-haired teen made a noise as he fell back also but quickly scrambled to his feet and pushed through the crowd.
A boot connected with Zim's shin and he staggered backwards. "Huuuman."
Dib retreated a few steps, rubbing his cheek. "Alien."
They glared for a moment at each other before Dib turned and made to leave.
Zim stared at the human's back, breathing speeding up for moment while he tried to think of a comeback. "I HATE YOUUUU." Zim turned and stomped away. "Stoooopid huuumans."
Dib grinned to himself.
So the rumor was true.
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"Worn out and faded (Faded)
The weakness starts to show (To show)
They've created (Created)
The generation that we know
Washed up and hated (Hated)
The system moves to slow (To slow)
They give us answers (Answers)
–To questions they don't even know–"
Zim wasn't very fond of this song, it shared the spotlight with others, but right now he didn't feel like singing something that could be interpreted to have some profound meaning.
"You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated
You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated"
Dib lounged in a seat half way to the stage and tried to ignore the chatting around him. A lot of 'people' showed up to watch the Irken's retake, many muttering about how they wished he'd screw up and get booted. He was slowly hoping the same, remembering this song well.
"Used up and jaded (Jaded)
You're thinking way to slow (To slow)
So we're creating (Creating)
Answers on our own
We can't relate (Relate)
To what you think you know (You know)
And you create (Create)
The problems that will
–Never go away–"
Zim let a small smile tweak his lips. He had spotted the human who didn't look at all happy that Zim was using his song.
"You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated
You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated"
Dib's fingers gripped the armrest tightly, his own voice picking up and singing along.
"You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated
You made it
You played it
Your shit is
Overrrr"
Zim faintly picked up Dib's voice and frowned. Dib was not going to steal his light.
"Go away
Go away
Go away
Go
Away"
Dib growled the words loudly, not noticing it grow quiet or that some judges were turning and looking back and forth between the two.
Zim was replying just as hatefully, their voices complementing each other, one deep and husky, the other higher and breathy.
"You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated
You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated"
Dib stood, hands clenched at his sides, growing louder, trying the drown Zim's voice. This was HIS song.
"You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated
You made it
You played it
Your shit is
Overrrr"
Zim had long since forgotten his microphone and was singing purely on his own voice, not to be outdone by the human.
After a moment of tense, stunned, silence, the human judge stood and started clapping, looking between the two. Others followed suit, the other judges, then the audience, even a couple of Zim's band mates.
"Excellent. Excellent. Not only did we see your potential but we also got to see how you worked with others." The human glanced back to Dib. "Well done."
Dib ground his teeth together. "Thank you." He grabbed his trench coat that had been laying across the back of his seat and stormed from the room.
Zim huffed and crossed his arms. "Thank you."
"You sing song at first round, yes?" The judges sat and the same judge from that morning –then one with the high voice- questioned him.
"I don't think I will." Zim tried to keep the growl out of his voice for the sake of not wanting to risk his entrance again.
"Okay," The human said happily. "Look for the line up later. This year is so full of surprises."
Zim nodded and quickly left the stage.
The human would PAY.
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"LITTLE BASTARD STOLE MY SONG!" Dib screeched pacing his room angrily.
Dwicky smiled worriedly. "I thought you two had written that song together?"
Dib whirled around. "NO. It was –IS- MINE. I LET him SING it a LOOOONG time ago. AUGH!" Dib threw himself down onto the bed angrily. "I hate him SOOOOO much."
"It's okay," Dwicky patted Dib's shin. "Everything is all-"
The door slid open and Zim stalked into the room. "I need to talk to you DIB."
Dib shot up and perched on the edge of the bed. "What do you want?"
Dwicky raised his hands and stood. "Can you two calm down and talk like respectable ah-"
A metal tentacle shot from Zim Pak, caught Dwicky by the throat and pulled him close. "I said I want to talk to Dib. Not you, slime-beast."
Dwicky coughed and pulled at the appendage. "God damn!"
Dib was on his feet. "Let him GO, Zim. If you want to talk then let him go. Then we'll talk."
Zim's claws twitched at his sides and with a slight flick of his head the human was thrown from the room and the door slid shut and locked.
Dib took a step forward and looked down at the Irken. "What do you want?" He put his hands he behind his back and straightened up, glaring hatefully at Zim.
"You can't do that." Zim growled, metal legs extending from his Pak and lifting him up so they were equal in height. "You can't just steal my show like that you little ingrate!"
"Ingrate?" Dib snapped leaning forward. "That is my FUCKING SONG. I can do what I DAMN PLEASE when it comes to something that belongs to me!" Dib's eyes narrowed further. "Do I make myself clear?"
"YOUR SONG?" Zim pushed at Dib's chest, forcing the human back. "That's OUR song. I helped WRITE it." Zim crossed his arms. "You have NO claim over that song."
Dib took a deep breath. "Get out of my room."
Zim growled angrily. "Not until you say you will not do that again." He let his legs drop him and he stood at his full height proudly.
"Get. Out." Dib turned away and walked to the dresser near-by. "Zim, I can't deal with you right now just leave."
Zim huffed and stood his ground.
The door slid open and Dwicky looked around the room hesitantly, checking for damage. "Uh, Dib? They've posted the line-up. Want to go check it out?" He had a hand rubbing at his neck, which was starting to bruise, and the other was gripping the wall.
Dib nodded and stalked past Zim. "It was mine." He muttered and latched onto Dwicky's arm, cuddling into the mans side.
Zim snorted at the display and plopped down onto the ground childishly.
Stupid humans.
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"Ugh," Dib groaned, pressing his forehead into Dwicky's arm. "Why are we going last on the first day? That has to be a sign that we will be booted first or something."
Dwicky patted the boy's head consolingly. "We'll do great." He paused at looked to the side. "You sure you want to do Anachronism though? We should do something that will WOW the crowd and judges."
Dib nodded, "We have a couple days to prepare, I'll be ready. Don't worry." He leaned up and gave Dwicky a quick peck. "At least I have someone here to help me through this."
Dwicky smiled to himself, not looking at the teen. "Yea. . ."
"Ew, get a room." Gaz pushed Dib roughly. "Pedophilia is sick."
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"WHY? Why do we have to go before THEM?" Zim groaned breaking away from the crowd.
Tak gave him a look. "Shut your trap you whiny little-" She broke the curse off and crossed her arms. "I think of it as a chance to show them up."
Zim nodded, looking at the Irken warily. "You're acting funny, what have you been drinking some vile substance again?"
Tak grinned. "Wouldn't you like to know."
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Dib blinked at the ceiling, unable to sleep. He pushed Dwicky's arm away carefully and quietly left the room. He could hear some form of music thumping near-by and wanted to check it out; he had nothing better to do.
Dib walked down the hall in his socks, low lights marking his path. Dib stopped outside a room and listened for a moment. It sounded like something ha had heard back home. I was some form of rock but it wasn't in English. He listened more closely and it clicked. German. They were singing in German.
Smiling to himself Dib wandered away, so they weren't the only humans staying.
Wandering back towards his room Dib decided to see if any food place was open. "Maybe they had something that would help him sleep.
As he walked he thought; wondering what he should do for a first song.
Then, he knew.
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Well, at least SOMEONE knows what's going on.
:huffs:
Sorry, I cut it a few pages short. Being lazy.
Not much happened.
At least, I had planned for more.
More that had to do with Dwicky and Toast. . . . and Knife.
Yehp.
Sorry for the long update, I'll try to move quicker.
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