(ZIM'S POV)
It was about an hour and a half later until the funeral and the burial had finished. Some people lingered at the burial site while some scattered off and left with a few concealed words and tears. Gaz had stayed with her family, socializing with friends and far family that she hadn't seen in a while. Zim let her be.
Zim stood off to the side, waiting patiently for the girl and watching the stars in the sky get clearer and clearer. An evening breeze blew through the trees dotting the cemetery, making the temperature a little chilly. The cemetery was silent and peaceful as the crickets chirped and peoples footsteps faded off into the distance. The alien glued his eyes to the starry sky above him, a cold chill of nostalgia sweeping over him as he thought back to his mission and the starting of Operation Impeding Doom Two and the sincere faces of his Tallests casting Zim away into the stars. They, however, thought that Earth had never existed, thinking that Zim would soon die in the great vastness of space.
The Irken shuddered as another wave of nostalgia was throne upon him, taking him back the transmission where Zim was finally cut off of his 'mission' and cast out of his own race. He was left there on Earth, alone, without a reason for his existence, and with a dumb paranormal investigator named Dib always trying to prove Zim's true native race to the world. The thought of Dib brought him back to reality, reminding Zim that his 'acquaintance' was no longer alive.
A small stab of sadness penetrated Zim's thoughts when he thought back to Dib's last few moments. Zim remembered how Dib had called him a 'brother'. Zim never felt under-achieved, but after hearing those words from Dib, he felt honored to be called that name.
The alien was caught up in memory and didn't even notice Gaz who had started to lean tiredly onto him.
(GAZ'S POV)
After most of her family and friends had left, Gaz returned back to the newly dug grave beside her mother's resting place, and stared at the pile of dirt.
He's not dead.
The gothic young woman looked up to the gravestone and quickly turned around before her own eyes could deceive her and read the epitaph strewn upon the stone. Gaz walked slowly along the dirt pathway until she caught sight of Zim. His body was outlined in a thin white, glowing strip from the light of the moon shining upon him, almost making him look… angelic. Walking up to him, she set her head on his shoulder, and looked at the twinkling stars above.
The taller alien beside her shifted her position, setting her in front of him as he circled his arms around Gaz's thin waist. He gently kissed the hair above her ear whispering, "Beautiful isn't it?"
The goth felt warmth crawl across her pale face and shuddered, wondering if he was talking about the stars… or her. The embrace was cut off with Zim letting her go and shrugging off his tuxedo jacket, and draping it over the gothic teenager's shoulders. Gaz turned around, embarrassed by the corny moment, and pecked the alien on the lips, returning the favor.
"You're getting sappy, Zim," Gaz smirked as the alien chuckled and put his arm around her shoulder, leading them out of the cemetery.
"Zim knows nothing of this 'sappiness' you are talking about.' Zim said quietly.
The couple soon stepped out of the cemetery, closing the iron gates behind them, and headed to the Voot Cruiser that was parked in the small parking-lot that cornered the graveyard. Opening the glass hatch, the couple climbed into the spacecraft and was soon lifted up into the dark sky. After Zim pressed an assortment of colored buttons and switches, the couple was glossing over the sky in silence.
"I think Bloaties is still open if you're hungry. Or we could just go back to my base and order in," Zim mumbled, navigating the ship with ease.
Gaz always liked being at Zim's base. It was cool and weird, but had a safe feeling about it. Yeah, GIR might explode the kitchen if he made nuclear muffins or waffles, but that was GIR; that was expected. The teen felt a smile fall onto her face and she agreed with going back to Zim's base. She checked the alien machinery, looking for the radio and the time, but she was cut off abruptly by the ship landing inside a purple roof.
After the roof sealed off, closing the view of the stars out of their view, the hatch of the ship opened with a soft hissing sound. Gaz gracefully jumped out and headed after Zim who was untying his tie and waiting at the big brass elevator doors. Zim pressed a button with an Irken symbol and the large doors slid open. The couple entered, Zim clutching his tie while taking off his contacts, and pressed another button, closing the doors and taking them to ground level.
Gaz slid Zim's messy black wig off of him, freeing his thin antennas. She pet his feelers absentmindedly, making Zim purr and shiver with delight. She dropped her hands to her sides as the metal doors opened up to the kitchen, finding GIR having a tea-party with his little rubber pig on the kitchen table. It was quite cute to watch actually.
"Cheese?"
Zim headed into the Living Room and grabbed a cordless telephone. "Yeah," Gaz said tiredly. Zim dialed Bloaties delivery and ordered for them while Gaz stood in the doorway, staring at the monkey painting on the wall that was hanging just above the purple couch. Flipping on the TV, Zim sat on the couch, followed by a sleepy Gaz who sat down beside him.
The doorbell rang, and Gaz got up, answering the door and trading the money for the fresh pizza. Closing the door, the goth wandered back to the kitchen and opened the box, letting out the smell of cheese into the room.
The strange couple ate silently on the couch since GIR was taking up the table. The Monkey Show was on.
Once they finished their food, Zim called to the house, "Computer, a change of clothes for Gaz please."
A robotic arm slid out from the ceiling which held a grey tank top lined with black lace at the bottom and top, along with a pair of dark purple pajama pants and some feminine undergarments. Taking the clothes, Gaz eyed the choice of top that Zim had for her, but quickly pushed away the awkward feeling and put a questioning look on her face.
"Don't ask about the undergarments. GIR was out at the mall and came back with them, throwing a tantrum when I tried taking them back. Erm," Zim scratched his antenna awkwardly before looking back at the gothic teen standing before him.
"There's a bathroom in my headquarters that has a both a jakoozie and shower for your human necessities. I also programmed the computer to obey your orders as well as mine, so don't be afraid to ask for anything."
Zim showed her back to the elevator and brought her to his crimson headquarters which were locked away from GIR or any disturbance from above. "Thanks," Gaz mumbled, clutching her change of clothes and headed toward the large bathroom at the end of the room.
(Author's Note)
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