Chapter Five- Tempers Rage

Dib walked along the sidewalk, a bright smile on his face. Never had he felt so content and happy. Tak had taken him to her house and literally showed him everything. Not a single trace of the house went unexplored. Mind you, it still had a familiar, Irken atmosphere to it, the rooms colored very dark with odd decorations. It definitely wasn't a human house, but Dib overlooked that. He was so charmed by Tak's new attitude that he found it hard just to think properly when she was around.

Dib began whistling a cheerful little tune as he walked along. But his whistle slowly disappeared when he came up to his house and found Zim sitting on his front step.

Dib quickly looked at his watch. It was five o'clock.

Zim glared at him. "I've been sitting here for an hour. Where have you been?"

"Sorry. The doctor got his schedules mixed up. I had to wait an extra hour just to get in," Dib lied.

Zim just squinted, not sure if he actually believed that story. But all that he cared about was that Dib was back.

Dib walked up to the door with Zim standing close behind him. He had barely gotten the door open when Zim pushed him inside roughly.

"Hey! What are you…," Dib said, turning around to see what Zim's problem was.

But he was cut off. Zim forced his mouth on Dib's violently, pushing him closer to the couch.

"Hey, wait a minute," Dib said, breaking free of Zim's lip lock, "Why the rush, Zim?"

"I have work to do at home and you are already an hour late," he responded. And with a sharp push, he sent Dib flying over the arm of the couch.

Dib landed on the cushions, a little confused at what was going on.

"Can't you wait till I change into something more comfortable," Dib asked, looking at Zim like he was crazy.

"There is no point if you are going to be unclothed anyway," Zim stated, jumping on top of Dib and trying to pull off his black coat.

He managed to get it off and threw it on the floor, so naturally he went for the shirt.

"Zim, wait," Dib cried out.

But it was too late. Zim had lifted up the shirt and was now gazing at the bulletproof vest Dib put on earlier. He just looked at it for a moment, his eyes narrowing at the sight of it.

He looked to the black coat that now lay on the floor. The handle of the ray gun was sticking out of the inside pocket ever so slightly and was just close enough for Zim to reach.

Dib swallowed hard, realizing he'd been caught.

Zim quickly leaned over and snatched up the ray gun out of Dib's coat. "Afraid of the doctor, are we," he asked, holding up the firearm.

"Uhhh…," Dib said nervously.

"What is this for," Zim asked in a chilling tone.

"It's nothing really. I just…"

"What is this for?!" Zim screamed, shoving the barrel of the gun underneath Dib's chin.

"Geez! Calm down, Zim," Dib said, tilting his head back as if to try to escape the gun, "It's just for protection, you know?! So I don't get mugged!"

"Liar! You know as well as I do that most human characters in your world are too stupid to correctly execute acts of crime!"

"Well… yeah," Dib said shrugging his shoulders and nodding his head a little, "But you know how paranoid I am."

Zim glared down at him. As of late, Dib had become more trusting of people, hence his odd relationship with Zim. So the paranoid excuse was a little hard to believe.

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you," Zim asked, moving the gun towards Dib's collarbone.

"Not when you have a ray gun pointed at me," Dib said, looking down towards the weapon.

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, Dib smacked the gun out of Zim's hand, sending it flying across the room. And without missing a beat, he threw Zim off the couch onto the floor.

Zim landed on his stomach with a loud thud. And before he could even attempt to get up, Dib threw himself on top of the alien and twisted Zim's arm behind his back.

"Now maybe I would lie to you," Dib said, trying to be funny.

"Damn you, Dib-Monkey," Zim cursed, grunting at the pain Dib was inflicting.

"Why do we tease each other like this," Dib asked, a smug, self-satisfied smirk on his face.

"Who said I was teasing? I had the right mind to kill you right there," Zim wheezed, finding it hard to breathe underneath Dib's weight.

"And I have the right mind to break your arm for overreacting," Dib said, holding Zim with all his strength.

"What was that gun for," Zim grunted.

"I already told you. Protection! The news said the crime rate was up so I wore some protection," Dib explained, still holding Zim beneath him.

Zim stopped struggling. Apparently, he either decided to believe Dib's story or just grew impatient with the whole ordeal. He breathed in and out heavily, tired from the fight.

"You okay," Dib asked.

"Yeah," Zim panted, "Now can you let go of me?"

"If you promise never to hold me at gunpoint again," Dib said, completely serious.

"Fine," Zim sighed, defeated.

Dib smiled. "You are so cute when you admit defeat," he said, releasing his prey.

Zim got up off the floor, not saying a word. He brushed himself off, a saddened scowl on his face. Conquered, he began heading towards the door.

"Hey, wait a minute. Don't leave on a bad note, Zim," Dib said, trying to make amends. He walked around in front of Zim. "Hang around and maybe the right moment will present itself," he suggested.

Zim frowned and simply stepped around him. "I do not feel like sharing a mating with you anymore," he said as he opened the door, "I have too much to do anyway."

Dib looked on sadly. "Well… at least promise me you'll come back later."

The alien turned around as he was shutting the door. "Zim makes no promises."

Dib sighed once Zim was gone. "And the day started out so nice too," he said, holding his head. He knew to just give Zim some space. Sooner or later, Space Boy would get lonely and come knocking at his door for another sack session. But his pouts were never predictable. It could take anywhere from a few hours to a few weeks for him to get over it.

"I don't know why I even put up with him sometimes," Dib said, planting himself on the couch.

Silly Zim, overreacting like that. I guess they are both pretty paranoid. I hate to ask... but... please read and review! Ew... I sound like every other fangirl on this site.