A/N: Uhm…okay, sorry for not updating in… um, days? A week? I dunno. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter! It was fun writing it… heh…
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Dismissal
Dib walked slowly out of school beside Gaz, who was still on her Gameslave 2 ("This is a very hard level, Dib! Interrupt me and you will reach home with your arms and legs missing…"). His eyes combed the crowd of children for any flash of green skin and black hair. He had meant to plant a micro-video camera (it was in his hand right now) on Zim to see if—
"Hello, Dib."
"GAH!" The boy turned around quickly, his black scythe whipping through the air. "Don't sneak up on me like that!"
Anise smirked and replied swiftly, "Whatever." She glanced at Gaz, who was still concentrating on her game. "Mind if I walk with you home?"
"Uh…" Dib intervened just in case Gaz might take Anise's question as 'interruption'. "Um…" But what was he supposed to say? He wasn't sure if he wanted the skeletal girl who had, just that morning, pointed out the possibility that he liked Zim walk with him home.
Luckily, or maybe not so luckily, at that moment, a familiarly commanding voice cut through the air. "MAKE WAY, PATHETIC HUMANS!! MAKE WAY FOR THE AMAZING ZIM!!!"
Anise and Dib (Gaz still focusing on her gameslave 2) both turned around and stared as the green Irken made his way through the throngs of students. "Get out of the way, GET OUT! DON'T TOUCH ME, YOU FILTHY, USELESS—" Zim's verbal abuse stopped as he saw Dib's pointed glare and Anise's mildly interested gaze directed at him.
"Ah! You're the ZOMBIE GIRL!" A black-gloved finger pointed at Anise in horror.
"Very nice of you to remember me," came the sarcastic reply. "You're Zim, aren't you?"
"ACK! WHO TOLD YOU MY NAME?"
"You were just shouting it a few moments ago, Zim," Dib cut in. He cocked an eyebrow at the alien. For a supposedly advanced race, Zim sure can be stupid. "Besides, I told her just this morning."
At the paranormalist's last sentence, something in Zim's face… showed. Dib didn't know why, but it bothered him. However, it soon vanished, and was replaced by an angry glare.
"What?! You DARE tell her"— here he gestured at Anise, who was examining her fingernails—"my name?! Zim's name?The name that will someday in the future belong to your lord, your future slave-master? My name?!"
"Yes, he dared to tell me. Now come on, Dib. You promised to walk me home." Anise tugged on Dib's arm.
"Huh?! I—no, I didn't—" But his protests were cut short as the anorexic girl covered his mouth with one hand. Her grip on his arm tightened. "Come on, Dib. You promised… didn't he, Gaz?"
Dib fully expected Gaz to ignore Anise, but to his surprise, his sister replied immediately, "Yes, he did. Dib, walk your girlfriend home." Dib's eyes slid over to Gaz, who, much more surprising, was actually observing the scene, paying no attention to the Gameslave 2 in her hand.
Girlfriend? What? However, Anise's hand prevented Dib from talking. "Come on, Dib," she repeated for the umpteenth time. The girl, so thin, was surprisingly (or maybe not so surprisingly) strong. She dragged Dib away from the school, and Gaz followed, going back to her game.
Behind them, a very confused Irken was left behind.
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Zim walked home, pondering on the scene he had just witnessed. Well, 'pondering' did not actually mean 'thinking silently.'
"What happened awhile ago shows that Dib-stink does indeed 'lurve' that horrible zombie girl! Hm…and his demon-sister called her Dib's… 'girlfriend'… that must be some sort of term for human affection… I'll have to do research for that. But the point of this is that the Dib lurves that…zombie…girl…thing…" The green alien did not know why, at that point, his chest suddenly felt constricted. It was the same feeling he had felt when he heard Dib say, "Besides, I told her just this morning."
"Feh…what right has he, the Dib-thing, to tell her my name?" Zim marched down the sidewalk, but his march slowed down into sort of a plod as he muttered softly, "I shouldn't really let it get to me…"
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"Well, that was a waste of time," commented Anise as she walked beside Dib, who was rubbing his sore arm. "Running into Zim, I mean."
Dib ignored her and turned to Gaz. "Why did you say she was my girlfriend?"
"Simple," Anise replied, paying no heed that the question was not directed at her. "She wanted to humiliate you in front of Zim."
That made sense, Dib thought. His response was, this time, directed at Anise. "And I suppose you wanted to humiliate me in front of Zim by saying I promised to walk you home…?"
"Pretty much, yeah." The skeletal girl kicked a pebble on the sidewalk. It landed underneath a parked car. "But I still say that run-in with Zim was a waste of time."
No, it wasn't, Dib said silently.
He needed to get home. The video camera planted on Zim should be recording everything he did by now.
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Okay…I suppose that was sort of a cliffhanger…kinda. Anyway, writing suggestions. Yes.
I'm going to see if I could update…mm…next week…? I don't know…
Oh, and thanks to the people who have reviewed this story so far: Invader Ren-chan, thank you, and The Smallest Invader, thanks!!!
