Chapter 3: A Cruel Experiment

Disclaimer: I still don't own Zim. I wish I did though -sigh-

Anyway, I don't know if this seems short or what but I now it's a LOT longer than chapter 2. And sorry it took so long, it wouldn't let me upload my documents and it was pissing me off XX

Zim was in his lab, somewhere he rarely ever was. Ever since the Santa Claus incident, he decided to put all plans for taking over Earth on hold. What he was about to do had nothing to do with Earth, but to get back at Dib at last. He sat in his chair and contemplated.

"Hmm...That feeling that erupted withing my...guts...yes, what was that?" he pondered.

"OoOoOoO! Someone's in looooove!" Gir called from seemingly nowhere.

"Gir! Do not speak of such nonsense! Psh. Love. But what is love? Computer! Run an analysis to help me better understand this "love" phenomenon." he commanded as he pointed his clawlike finger in the air.

"Search complete. Results: Love is an emotion in which someone cares deeply for another person. Expressions of love include flowers, kisses, chocolates, and...stuff like that." the computer replied.

"Ha! Zim does not give kisses! BUT I shall harness the love of the Dib sister and I will have my untimely REVENGE on his big head of...DOOKIE!" he began his maniacal laughter and it could be heard throughout the house, which Dib was about to break into.

Dib stealthily made his way into Zim's house. He saw that the living room was empty and headed for Zim's lab. He -must- be up to something if he's in his lab. After sneaking down into the base, he began sneaking around looking for Zim or a sign of what he might be up to. He spotted Zim in his chair and quickly hid behind a machine of sorts.

"Gir, bring me my disguise. I am going to the home of the Gaz-human to take her...out. Yes, that's it. Out." he tried to sound smart, but it apparently didn't work out.

Gir obediently brought Zim's disguise to him, "Here ya go!" he smiled stupidly.

Zim didn't have time to put it on, for Dib emerged from his hiding place to confront Zim about taking his sister out.

"Keep your filthy alien hands OFF my sister! If you go anywhere near her I swear-" he was cut off by Zim who had trapped him in a cage-thing.

"I don't have time for your ignorance, I must take my leave now. Gir, take care of him would you?" he nodded toward the little robot, put on his fake eyes and hair, and left.

"NOOOOO!! ZIM! I WILL GET YOU FOR THIS!" Dib screamed dramatically.

Zim, of course, ignored his cries and walked leisurely to Gaz's house. Once he arrived at the doorstep, he noticed the door was ajar. Pathetic Dib idiot. Can't even shut the door properly. I'll just let myself in...computer said females liked surprises.. When he didn't see her anywhere downstairs, he went upstairs. He peered into the door he thought to belong to Gaz, and he was right. She was still asleep, on her back with her arm hanging off the bed. He crept in without making a sound. She was even more lovely when she was asleep. He bent down on his knee next to her hand, took off his glove, and lifted it gently. Her steady breathing made him feel relaxed and calm. He lost track of his real plans and began stroking her hand with his thumb. Her skin was soft as silk. I never knew that human skin could be this soft...it's simply...mesmerizing. And then, without thinking, he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it. Gaz stirred lightly. He stood straight again, and placed her hand on her abdomen. He stared blankly for a moment, then quickly realized what he came here for. He bent over, a few inches from her face, and shook her shoulders gently. Her eyes fluttered behind her lids, but she did not wake. He shook her again, harder this time. Still nothing. He was getting irritated.

"Wake up you stinking Earth beast!!" he yelled.

Gaz's eyes shot open and she immediately bolted upright, her face now mere centimeters from Zim's. He felt her hot breath on his lips and he longed for a taste. The two sat and stared at each other for a while, trying to sort out exactly what was going on.

"Zim...," she whispered onto his lips. Sure, she'd kissed Zim before when she was younger...but it was different then, it didn't really mean anything. Or did it?

"Yes, Gaz...," he whispered back. His lips were grazing her as he spoke.

She fell silent for a moment, still breathing heavily from the scare, or possibly from the tension. Zim placed his ungloved hand on her face and caresed her cheek. She looked at him with an odd expression.

"What is it?" he asked her tenderly.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" she shouted and smacked his hand away. "How the hell did you get into my house? WHY are you here?" she demanded.

"Your disgusting brother left the door open! How was I supposed to know that you were sleeping? Eh!? I came to get you out of this dirt dwelling!" he shouted back.

"What? Why?" she squinted her eyes at him.

"For...oh, what the hell are those things called? Ah! A date." he crossed his arms and looked proud of himself.

"A...date? With me? Um...well, Zim...I don't know what to say...I guess so..," she stuttered. This was quite odd behavior, even for Zim. Especially for Zim.

"Good. Now I will wait here while you get your appropriate attire."

"Um, Zim. I'm not changing my clothes in front of you." she raised her eyebrow.

"Oh, well, of course not. I meant I shall wait in the den." and with that he went back downstairs.

Gaz sighed heavily. She had no clue what was going on, but she had to admit she was glad to be getting out of the house. She put on a pair of tight hiphugger jeans and a studded belt. She put on a purple shirt with fishnet sleeves and re-brushed her hair from where she had slept on it. She touched up her makeup and headed out the door. When she arrived downstairs, Zim immediately popped up.

"You look...uh...nice...," he was hoping that he used the right word.

She smiled faintly. "Thanks." She looked around the vacant room.

"I wonder where Dib went?" she said.

"It matters not, now let us go forth to the movie theater!" he said in his exagerrated tone.

Gaz stifled a snicker and walked with Zim out the door. As they walked, conversation wasn't exactly productive. Every now and then their hands would brush up against each other and they would pull away and blush. Gaz started to talk first.

"Do you remember that time...around 4 years ago...when...we were playing truth or dare at Zita's party...and...I had to kiss you...," she rubbed the back of her neck nervously.

"Hmm..yes, yes I do." he said while nodding.

"Well...I was wondering...are there same ways of showing affection on Irk? And don't act surprised, because I could see through you the first day you arrived here. I know everything." she smirked.

"Ah, you are a wise one then...or maybe everyone else is just stupid...," he pondered for a moment. "Anyway, back to your question..yes, there are similar ways of expressing affection. It is still called a kiss, too."

"Interesting...,"

Before they knew it, they were at the movie theater. Zim walked up to the booth to get their tickets. The girl sitting in it was chewing bubblegum, listening to music, and reading a magazine.

"Hey you, stinky human filth! I demand you give me two tickets to see this trash you call movies!" he said angrily.

When she didn't respond, Gaz took a turn at it. She reached her arm into the hole where you get your tickets, ripped the headphones from her ears, and pulled her face into the glass by the collar of her shirt. "Listen here you dumb bitch, you're going to give us two tickets to see The Vampire-Pig Hunter or I will make you wish you were never born you worthless cunt!" she snarled.

The girl quickly nodded and gave them their tickets and didn't even bother charging them.