summary : ask me again my i keep you here pet [zadr
disclaimer : invader zim owns me, not the other way around
ps : this ones all for Merdina - thanks for your reviews and pm's my dear - you made this update happen.
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05 : TAG
Dib jumped in surprise as a noise interupted his train of thoughts, his heart racing as he heard a familiar dark chuckle.
Three weeks alone, and finally...
Zim's form came into view. Green skin looking vibrantly alive under the flurecent lighting that flickered on at his demand.
He paused as the boy flinched at the light's sharpness, cocking his head to one side as he waited.
There was nothing but complete silence between them. Silence as neither boy really knew what to say. Dib had his questions, a whole truckload of them, but he wouldn't be the first to break the silence. Zim had his plans, from A to Omega, he just wasn't sure how to begin.
He stepped up though, wrapping his arms around the bars of the cage in such a way he'd almost missed.
Dib took a breath as though to speak, but it was only slowly released instead. Zim smirked lightly at the sight.
"Ask me again why I keep you here Pet, it's been so long since you've earnt the responce."
"I'm not your 'pet'," Dib muttered in automatic defence, his voice husky and disused.
Zim seemed to concider the responce, mulling it over. "No, I think you might be," the Irken finally decided, guesturing loosely to the boys containment. "You're more so my pet then any slave I have, even more so then Gir."
Dib scowled at the words, clearly not liking the aliens logic, "then what was with the kiss?"
Zim stiffened slightly at the question, surprised it had been brought up so quickly. "Ask me why I keep you here Pet," he repeated, voice low.
Dib frowned at the non-answer, but gave up. "Why do you keep me here then?"
"I keep you here for me," Zim promised, "I keep you here because human or not, you are the only one worthy of me." Zim slowly stepped his way to the cage door, unlocking it with a key ferreted out of his Pak.
Din tenced, half rising from his bed of small, long-denied blankets.
"It's been a while since you last stretched your legs, hasn't it?" Zim asked, stepping even closer.
Dib fumbled backwards, confused and wary of Zims approach.
"Gir suggested Tag," Zim confessed casually, "i'm not one for games, but..." he offered the boy a critical look-over, "you look like you could use the warm up."
Zim sidestepped suddenly, but as Dib went to mirror the action he caught a flash of pale light - the door.
Zim had opened his, he'd seen him do it, but it wasn't the only one Zim left open. With a giddy flare to his heart, the boy stepped in the appropriate direction.
The Irken chuckled his dark and almost nasty laugh. "I'll be 'it," he offered, "your headstart begins now." He looked down to his watch pointedly.
Before anything made much sence to Dib's seemingly always clouded brain, he took off for that almost-taste of freedom.
Zim smiled at the sight of his Dib-thing in flight. "And I have so missed you running away from me."
Adrenaline took the form of actual energy as he attempted to high-tail it the hell outta his prison. His rapid footsteps set a steady rythm against the tiles as he burst free of his cage - then straight through the door beyond.
His heart welled with hope.
Zim smirked softly, slowly trailing after the boy.
Rows of cages flickered passed as he ran, shifts of attention to him from the countless humans enslaved and locked away. The sight had his footsteps stumbling in sympathy, but his pounding adrenaline didn't give him any oppertunity to falter, so he ran on.
The prison was practically a huge maze, cages thrown together as if noone cared where they ended up. Most likely because noone did.
Dib's hands curled into fists at his sides. Anger sped up his steps.
He'd been whining and groaning in his solitary little prison, where here the cages were just cages and little else. They were thrown together, beside each other - on top of each other, everywhere. Noone had the blankets Dib had been denying for so long, none of them looked as though they'de been offered the overflowing trays of food like Dib had been saying 'no' to three times a day.
Suddenly, his internal rant was cut short as time skidded to a halt, Dib had ran himself into a dead-end.
"Ready or not," a frightening and very familiar voice called overhead, making Dibs heart skip a beat.
Dib paniced, hurriedly backtracking through pathways and openings as he struggled to find his way out. If Zim had even left a way out...
The boy glanced over his shoulder a little frantically, and though he saw nothing, he couldn't help the paraniod feeling someone was watching him - someone with a perculiar shade of pink to their eyes.
High above, Zim almost snickered at the worried look Dib threw over his shoulder. He moved forward, to better see his... rival?, run from his presence.
There were so many people watching Dib could feel guilt rip through as he passed their almost-hoping faces without so much as a backwards glance.
He pushed onwards, though his legs ached after months of disuse - they felt about ready to collapse underneath him and his lungs burned from the half breaths he took.
He finally saw an unfamiliar opening and lunged for it, heart swelling with the sight of a thick metal door.
Abruptly however, it all came plummeting down as the world spun and he hit the cement. The weight on his back was light, but forceful enough to keep him pinned.
Zim laughed alittle, his own body seeming to shimmer with pure green delight as he leant forward, looking at Dibs strained face. "Do you feel better with a bit of exercise Pet?" he scrutinized the red sheen, damp with a thin layer of sweat, "you look better," he confessed with a sly grin.
"Get off me," Dib groaned, his heart residing somewhere in the cold pit of a stomach where it'd fallen with disapointment.
The breathy chuckle blew in ont of Dib's ears, "do you know the way back, or do you want me to carry you?"
The weight disapeared quickly and a cool breeze took it's place.
Dib glanced up immediatly and saw Zim pull the thick metal door comepletely closed. A look clicked, and Zim smirked at the look of surprise on Dibs flushed face.
"What, didn't you think I wouyld play fair? He leant forward and quickly pulled the boy upright.
Dib tugged himself free, wincing as his legs wobbled beneath him, "I can walk," he hissed.
Zim grinned with pure delight, "let's go then."
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