Comments time!
Mr. Mookenstein
Chapter 17
heheheh...Zim gave Skoodge the look of disapproval..XD i bet his face was all like ...ಠ_ಠ...by the way what do you have against sex specifically, ive noticed your add-in comments on it thru-out the story..did you have a bad experience or...
LMAO, I'm a happy virgin. XD
The reason I dislike sex-talk is because personally, I think sex is gross, like messy and uncomfortable (NO, GUYS, I didn't place my own opinions in Gaz and Zim's sex-life).
A teenager who sex has no appeal to.
I'm a rarity.
BeautyandpainXx
Chapter 17
As much as I know you want to hear 'I didn't expect Tak to be the maid!' I did. Sorry for spoiling your efforts of doing something unexpected. I'd have to say, you are one of my favorite IZ authors. I'm really excited on reading the rest of the series!
-BeautyandpainXx
(sigh)
I figured SOMEBODY was going to figure it out.
But that's okay, I got enough comments of complete shock to fulfill my needs of mischief.
And oh good! ^_^
London Bai and Diane Hart
Chapter 17
Wonderful work as usual and clever way to bring Tak back into the story.
What I meant in my previous review is that the Professor is in hiding. Usually once a government has given up, they wouldn't hide unless they're preparing to a secret ambush attack or something. (I only mention this because nearly everyone knows how stubborn the US gov. is.)
Oh, gotcha!
BUT, I'm not telling! You'll have to see for yourself later into the story.
cheddarbiscuit
Chapter 17
*F-U ZaGr, Imma see TAK!
I did not see that coming. I totally did not see that coming. So, really, she's been there for quite some time, huh? Like, five or six chapters? You could have included a view of Mimi out the window, or put some hints in, just to make it a little less of a slap in the face, but you might have and I just missed it.
Oh, who cares, she's here now! YAAAAAAAY!
Yes, yes she has.
Come on now people; I couldn't have made it that easy for you!
Glad I've pleased you!
I think this next one is the funniest shit ever:
The First Gatekeeper
Chapter 17
Do an Artemis Fowl 3... Please ! :)
XD
For those of you who are unaware, I wrote an Artemis Fowl Series of 2 stories, the second being a crossover with the Alex Rider books. The weird thing is I was reading through those yesterday.
Give me a plot, Gatekeeper, and I just might. :)
But not promises!
I think that's hilarious and ingenious you went, checked my most recently updated story, and posted on it for another story.
INGENIOUS!
So, Zim still wants to marry Gaz.
And with Tak around now, with the rebellion, if she stays, is it still going to be so easy?
SUPER IMPORTANT!: Please got to my page to check out my new pole (not the "Iggins" one). I'd like all of your feedback, since you are all ZAGR fans and fond of my writing style. I've got a few ideas yet.
Chapter 18
"Marriage Arrangements"
Gaz woke up, surprised to find she was alone in the bed.
She sighed. She'd half-expected it. Zim really was busy, and with all the time-differences of the continents he was conquering, he'd probably have to be up at all random hours of the day.
Gaz got up, heading towards the bathroom to take a quick shower. After that, she headed into the closet. She was surprised to find the entire thing had been replaced by clothes to wear in public, most of them dresses and all of them dark colors. Various arrays of reds, purple, dark blues, blacks, dark greens and surprisingly a few white garments filled the spaces, each of them organized by type and color. Undergarments were over in the corner.
Eventually she picked up black pants and a intricate violet top, snatching them (along with undergarments) off the hanger and exiting the closet.
She noticed the curtains were closed as she dropped the towel, putting the underwear on and then pulling the black pants over her pale legs. The shirt was a corset-like thing however, designed support her breasts without a bra, and so she untied it enough to be able to pull it on, holding it before her for slight examination.
The door opened.
Gaz turned her head around, eyes wide with surprise.
Zim had his back to her, quietly re-entering the room, as if he suspected she would still be asleep. It made Gaz wonder just how early it really was. He shut the door behind him and turned around, looking up from the floor and jumping at the sight. Gaz remained frozen, caught entirely off guard.
Zim stared, eyes slowly trailing up Gaz's completely exposed (he swallowed painfully upon realizing she had no bra on) back and eventually made his way to her face. They locked gazes a moment, staring at one another.
And then, with inhuman speed, Zim had reached out, turned the handle to the door, and was out it before another second could pass.
Gaz blinked at the sudden absence, quickly turning away from the door. She shook her head, effectively shaking off the feeling of her surprise and pulling the shirt over her head before anything else could happen. Gaz tightened the strings quickly, using the mirror to ensure she got all of them. When she was finished, sleeves hanging off her shoulders, she scowled, wondering where Zim had run off to. She smirked, amused, remembering that look of horror upon his face.
Most other girls would've been insulted in her position. But Gaz was not as insecure as most girls, and thought it was funny. Zim was probably off in a corner somewhere, trying to push the image of her topless (even if it was just her back) as far from his head as possible, consistently reminding himself that they were not married and he was going to stick to his original plan, no matter what.
Once dressed she headed towards the door, opening it and shutting it behind her, wondering how easy it would be to get lost in this place. However, she did not think about it long, for as soon as she rounded the corner she immediately saw Zim in the large hallway outside 'her' room, whistling to himself, shifting up and down on his feet, hands folded behind his back, staring out the window that stretched all across the hallway, more like a glass wall then a window.
At the sound of the door opening he turned his head, stopping all together and smiling at her.
"Good morning, Gaz." He said pleasantly. "You're up early."
But she could read right through his forced casualty. She could read the look in his eyes almost too easily. Zim was forcing control over himself, clearly trying to forget about what had just happened.
Gaz nodded at him, smirking. "Well, all the interesting things happen in the morning."
Zim flushed, glaring at her and turning back towards the window. "Not funny."
"Stop overreacting, Zim." She insisted, with an eye roll. "It's not like you're not going to see it again eventually."
Zim tensed. Gaz nearly snickered.
"On that note," He continued, changing the subject. "We're going out today."
"Out?" Her brow rose. "To where?"
"To retrieve a few people, of course." Zim replied, giving her a look of amusement. "Or did you think I wasn't going to be giving you a real wedding?"
Gaz's eyes narrowed in disbelief. "You're talking about having a ceremony?"
"And you need a few things to do that." He insisted. "As I rule the country and have already obtained marriage licenses, that part is taken care of. However, a few things are still required that I need outside help to accomplish."
"Such as?" She pressed, irritated at his vague answers.
Zim grinned down at her, mischievously. "I'm going to kidnapping a few people today. One of them being a designer."
Her jaw dropped and then eyes narrowed. "You're not talking about-?"
"Yes, I am. I'm having your wedding dress designed today."
Tak woke up, only to want to die immediately after.
Her head was killing her. She'd always had a tolerance for pain, every Irken did, but this was just ridiculous!
MiMi was at the window, standing post. She'd never had to do it before, but now that Tak slept, she'd placed it upon herself to look after her master.
Tak sat up, a brow rising upon seeing what was at the end of her bed. A pile of clothes were folded, a pair of dark jeans and a striped shirt.
"MiMi, report," Tak ordered, calling the SIR units attention to her at once. "Who was in the room?"
"Just a maid, my lady." MiMi replied, in her form of beeping. "I made sure they touched nothing or did nothing other than dropping off fresh supplies."
She recognized it as similar to the clothes that Dib had first seen in her in, when she'd come to Earth looking like a child. Rolling her eyes and stripping, tossing the rather tattered black dress off of her, Tak roughly shoved the clothes over her body.
However, she hissed at a sting on her back, her legs wavering a moment. MiMi at once became alert, zipping over to steady her master.
There was a knock on her door, interrupting her pained noise. "Tak? Are you okay?"
MiMi removed the bra (as it was pressing harder against whatever was on Tak's back), pulling on the shirt but only zipping it up a little. Tak went to the mirror, her hands in the long sleeves, holding the front of the shirt to her and letting the shoulders fall off, to take in the full expanse of her back. Her eyes widened at the sight, completely ignoring the person at the door.
It opened on its own accord.
Dib froze.
Tak's back had long, black scars that made an X on her back, from her shoulders to her ribs. They looked painful but clean, like a medical expert had done them. It didn't take long for Dib to figure out why she had them.
"Your PAK," He stated.
MiMi jumped to her feet, having sat obediently on the bed, eyes narrowing to threatening slits. He half-expected her to hiss at him. But Dib ignored her, eyes fully on Tak's scars.
She glared at him. Other girls would've been embarrassed, and maybe she would've been at least irritated (beyond her normal level of irritation) if this had been her normal body. But it wasn't. It was a disgusting human one, one she didn't care about. She was aware of the boundaries humans had, since the Tallest had downloaded it onto her PAK for a more realistic change, which was why she continued to cover her chest as she looked at Dib. But that was about as much as she was willing to respect about this body.
"Yes, Dib?" Tak growled, locking eyes with him. She raised a brow at his look of slight horror. "What? You didn't think the Tallest would make it painless for me, did you?"
Dib snapped out of it. "I just . . . didn't think they'd make it that gruesome."
Tak snorted. "Your people are weak when it comes to scars. On my planet, it's prideful to dawn a scar like this one."
"It looks painful."
"It's not!" She hissed, turning away from him. She knew he knew she was lying and it was annoying. "Now get out. I'm going to finish dressing and you annoy me. MiMi, escort him out."
Dib left (with a bit of help from MiMi, who got him out the door in the blink of an eye, shutting the door behind him) then, disturbed. He sighed, heading down the hallway. Another person would've felt pleased to see a girl as pretty as Tak's new body was before she finished dressing but having slept on it, Dib found himself far too disgusted with her to feel like that towards her. Sure he saw the potential ally in her but any attempt at friendship went down the drain simply because of their past history. Tak had been his friend. And she had used him as a cover so she could remain inconspicuous. Dib had never forgiven her for that (not to mention for being an alien) and he wasn't about to start now, especially with the given situation.
"Dib, there you are!" Gretchen said as he entered the dining room, beaming at him. She gestured to the seat next to her. "I saved a seat for you!"
Dib, in no mood, just forced a smile for her. "Thanks, Gretchen."
"Sure," She replied, giggling shyly. "Hehe, no problem!"
The twins sat across the table from the two and upon his arrival, Tip opened his mouth to begin conversation, since neither of the three kin had spoken a word to each other since breakfast had started. It wasn't that they didn't like one another, they just never had anything to talk about.
"How is Tak?" He asked. "I saw you heading towards her room this morning. Has she recovered?"
An image of her jagged scars filled Dib's head again, nearly making him flinch. In reply he nodded, picking at his food but making no move to eat it. "She's just as bitter as I remember her, so I'm assuming that means she's fine."
Tip and Tine shared a glance, but said nothing, turning their attention back to their food.
"Get your hands off of me! I know where I'm going!"
Dib rolled his eyes at Tak's distant shout, probably coming from the staircase. Gretchen noticed and her eyes widened just a bit in hope. So, did that mean that Dib didn't like Tak then? She was beginning to smile a little when she met eyes with Tine, who gave her a look and turned away, rolling her eyes. For a moment Gretchen felt embarrassed irritation until Tak entered the room, MiMi on her heels. As if Tak not being human wasn't enough, now she had a satanic-looking cat following her around.
Everyone sat up just a bit straighter as she eyed all of them.
Dib glared at her. "You don't have to sit down, Tak. No one's about to make you."
Her eyes snapped up to his, "As if you could, Dib."
He just scoffed and turned away. Tak looked around and noticed something rather irritating. There was only one seat open, and that was next to the twins, who were sitting directly across from Dib. She had a mental debate on simply skipping breakfast but the slight fatigue she felt ruled that plan out. The option of eating with the servants had gone from her mind completely, as she refused to be with her former workers one more second then she'd had too. As an oblivious human she was fine with it, but as a former member of the Irken Empire, it was out of the question.
So begrudgingly, she made her way to the chair, sitting down without a word. MiMi sat curled around her shoulder, cautiously. Gretchen eyed Tak's movements warily for two reasons; firstly, Tak was a frightening girl who didn't seem to like her at all and secondly, she moved far more gracefully then someone should be allowed to move. If Dib noticed how smooth her motions were, would he like her then?
Everyone at Dib's end of the table (the twins, Gretchen and Tak) remained silent while everyone else mingled and talked among themselves. Tak glared at her plate, as if it had done her injustice, but she was eating (again, Gretchen noted with growing unease, too gracefully). Tip and Tine shared looks that said, 'Are you kidding me?' before looking to start a conversation.
"Sleep well, Tak?" Tine asked politely.
Tak glanced up, eyes sharp with distrust. MiMi tensed a bit at her master's uneasiness, coiling, ready to spring. Suspiciously, Tak replied, ". . . Yes."
Tine gestured to her clothes. "I hope those fit well. Dib told me what you used to wear, and I guess your sizes and picked what I thought that you would be most comfortable with."
Dib nearly choked on his food at the mention of his name while she was speaking to Tak. He coughed a moment, the twins and Tak diverting their eyes to his figure. MiMi eyed him with disinterest, understanding that he was in a weakened state, choking. Gretchen reached up a hand, eyes wide with concern.
"Are you okay?" She asked him, resting that hand on his shoulder.
Dib pounded his chest with his fists before nodding, taking a drink of water from the cup in front of him. "Yeah, fine."
Tak's eyes narrowed at Gretchen's hand, immediately understanding from her PAK that it was supposed to be a gesture of concern. Even Tak, the heartless alien girl, could see just how much this primitive female liked Dib.
It disgusted her.
"So, like I was saying," Tine continued, turning back to Tak. "Do they fit will?"
Tak nodded, "Yes, they fit fine."
Dib got another flashback of seeing her, the shirt down in the back, and the scars. This time he did flinch and Tak's eyes were immediately upon his figure, narrowing suspiciously. MiMi, once again, noticed, but for some reason she still did not react.
"What?" She demanded of him.
Dib looked up, surprised. Then he glared back. "I didn't say anything!"
"You flinched," She accused at once. "Why?"
He just shrugged, looking away. "It's November. It's kind of cold in here. I shivered, not flinched."
Tak, knowing he was lying but not caring enough to pursue his reason for lying, turned her attention back to her food.
"I'll order some undergarments made for you, then, since I've guessed your sizes correctly." Tine continued. "As I doubt you'll want to wear the maid clothing anymore, I'll have other clothes ordered as well."
She eyed Tine, knowing she should thank her, but having no desire to. So instead she just said, "Very well." Before turning back to her food.
Tine smirked just a little bit at her lack of manners, amused by it. Tip was eying Dib, noticing his slight scowl at the mention of underwear. It wasn't much of a reaction, his mouth running down ever so slightly. But it was enough.
Something had happened that morning. More then what Dib was telling them.
And neither of them were going to say anything about it.
Seeing they had no chance at getting whatever it was out of them, they let the conversation drop as everyone finished eating.
When she was done, Tak stood up, heading towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Dib asked.
Tak stopped, turning around to glare at him, MiMi on her heels again. "Outside. I'm going to see if my body has retained its strength, at least, since everything else about it seems to be completely useless."
At the mention of a display of strength, people quickly finished eating.
Dib stood up. "Then I'm going with you."
She gave him an antagonizing smirk. "Are you volunteering to be my punching bag?"
He snorted, "Hardly. It's just an opportunity to see what we're up against, with Zim and all."
Tak growled at the mention of Zim's name. Even MiMi's eyes narrowed. Tak made no objections, turning. This would also determine what she would do after this. If Tak was strong enough, she was just going to abandon these humans and go after Zim herself. But if she wasn't, then she'd stay with Dib and his stupid little group and see what she could do to help.
She pushed open the double-doors herself, the butler stumbling away, since that was normally his job. The slammed ope and she examined her hands, long fingers, five of them, with nails as long as her old ones. They were a violet color. Funny. She never remembered painting them.
Must be a modification, Tak thought to herself, wiggling her fingers as she continued onward. Tak ran through her head all of her techniques and training done at the Irken Academy, thankful to find she had no slip in that information. She had skill then, it would all just be about if she had the strength to use any of it.
Tak approached a tree, standing before it. She steadied her aim, hand curling into a fist, flexed her muscles, and punched the tree.
Immediately afterwards the tree swayed dangerously. Shortly following that, Tak recoiled her hand, screaming at the top of her lungs again. MiMi's eyes were huge, rushing to her master's side (having waited a few feet back), onto her shoulder, scanning the injury.
Dib's brow rose. So she had the strength, it was just limited by the pain she could take.
How very annoying.
He walked down, taking her wrist and examining her hand. Tears were in Tak's eyes, angry ones filled with frustration and pain, but she didn't have the energy to jerk away from his grip. Dib discovered two things then; that Tak could cry, and MiMi could, in fact, hiss at someone. In fact, MiMi looked like she wanted to rake her claws down his face for handling Tak. So apparently she didn't care if he was rude, just if he violated this new, weaker body.
"It's not broken," Dib informed Tak, releasing her. He eyed MiMi, who relaxed slightly, but still looked ready to pounce him. Her tail flicked behind her back in a threatening manner, red eyes narrowed to slits, hinds legs poised, but she would not move, because Tak hadn't given the order. "But it's pretty tender."
"I figured that out myself, thanks!" She spat, holding her hand gingerly and letting out a stream of what Dib assumed were curses. As he didn't recognize the language he assumed it was Irken. MiMi's eyes widened at her master's use of language, but she said (or beeped) nothing. "Geez, how weak is this thing!"
Dib assumed the 'thing' in question was her body. He sighed. "Your body is too fragile and petite to handle anything like what you normally do. All your reflexes are intact, you just need to toughen it up."
Her brow rose suspiciously. "And how does one go about doing that?"
"Work out," He replied, eyes flickering to her hand. "But you're going to have to let that heal before you exercise."
Tak groaned. "That takes forever!"
Dib was surprised she knew that, but did not show it, and nodded. "Well a broken hand takes longer to heal then a fractured one. Keep trying to use that one and you'll strain it and break it."
Tak let out an aggravated scream, making everyone but Dib, MiMi and the twins flinch.
"FINE, Dib!" She snapped, once she was done, breathing heavily as she caught her breath again. "I'll do it your stupid way!"
Dib's brow rose as she blew on her hand. It was probably hot with pain, and her logic told her to try and cool it off. Actually, she wasn't that far off, as she could use ice, but still, that was pretty weird. He had to keep reminding himself that no matter how human she looked, she was still an alien trapped in a human's body.
"Uh, right," he said. "Come back into the house, we'll get some ice for you to keep on your hand."
Tak's brow rose. "What help is frozen water?" Then she shivered. "And what if it still burns me?"
MiMi growled at the mention of burning. With her good hand, Tak reached up and stroked her head, never taking her eyes off of Dib.
Dib froze, looking at her, thinking a minute. "Well, we won't know until we try, I guess."
She hissed at him, but followed, cradling her wrist and not daring to touch her hand. The crowd parted to let them pass before everyone followed after. After a moment only two people were left outside, staring up at the sky.
The twins shared a knowing smirk.
"Well," Tine said, turning. "This is certainly going to be fun."
"I told you it was worth our time coming here."
"My apologies for not believing you, brother," Tine apologized, looking back up at the sky and smirking at it. "Let's play, shall we?"
"Of course, sister."
Entering the church, Gaz was honestly surprised to find it empty. She'd expected many people to be there, hence the need for the hood Zim wore and his contacts. But besides them, not a soul could be found inside.
She snorted, removing her own hood and looking around. "I would've thought there'd be someone here."
Zim scowled, removing his contacts. "This is ridiculous."
Gaz shoved her hands in her pockets, looking around boredly. After a minute or so she shouted, "Hello? Is anyone in here?" There was a crash in the back room, but no other answer. "Probably homeless people," Gaz informed Zim, sighing. "Mm, well, that's too bad, Zim. Now you won't be able to marry me like you wanted."
Zim scowled at her smirk, knowing the implications. "I will take your- what is it these church-dwellers call it?- your 'innocence' eventually, Gaz. Though, that is the only thing innocent about you."
Gaz's brow rose with a smirk at his choice of words. "You're going to steal my innocence?"
"No." Zim's hands went to her rib-cage, dragging his nails down to her hips, which he promptly grabbed, forcing them against his own as he chuckled darkly in her ear. "Zim is going to pound your innocence out of you."
Her face immediately flushed red, not expecting that phrasing. Zim seemed only too pleased at the blush on her face, grasping her hips tighter and rubbing his thumb along them. She looked away, well aware he shouldn't be doing this in a church, but he either did not know or did not care. It could very well be both.
Another thing falling over brought Gaz and Zim's head whipping around. A priest in white, stumbling over himself in his haste at seeing someone with faith return to the church, came out from the back. However, he was so busy trying to keep his robes from getting in his way that he got pretty close to them without seeing them, hands on his knees as he panted tiredly.
"My apologies for not answering, I was-." He looked up and locked normal eyes with red ones that seemed to be glaring at him from under the hood. In truth, this was not on purpose, as Zim was giving the strange human a glare of confusion, but to the priest, it was terrifying. "Gah!" He shouted, holding up his cross necklace with a shaking hand. "B-Be gone, Devil! You are not welcome here!"
"What is this fool speaking of?" Zim demanded, turning to Gaz.
To the priest, he saw a beautiful, innocent young lady in the arms of a monster. It reminded him of those movies he'd seen, where the heroin was coveted by the villain out of pure lust. In his mind, there was likely a young, innocent man somewhere hounding for his true love in the form of this girl.
Thus is what television and movies do to the logical part of the brain.
"Are you okay, dear?"
"Dear?" Gaz demanded, scowling. "I'm not a 'dear'!"
"You certainly are not," Zim assured her, wrapping an arm around her and pressing her to his side, kissing her tenderly on the nose. Then he turned to the priest, eying the man severely. "I am in need of your services."
"D-Do you wish to make a confession?" The priest replied, eying Zim with disapproval and slight disgust. It was not his place to judge but still, what exactly was this thing?
Zim laughed. "Not at all! I wish to be married to this delightful creature beside me, and you are going to do that."
The priest's brow rose. "I am a minister as well. But why should I marry an ungodly creature like you to a mortal, innocent young woman like her?"
Zim and Gaz shared a look before bursting out laughing.
"He . . . called . . . you . . . innocent!" Zim howled between chuckles.
When they began to die down Gaz nuzzled her head into his neck, kissing it lightly as she wrapped her arms around him and glared at the priest. "And he called you an ungodly creature."
"Yes," Zim said seriously, placing one hand on her waist and the other on her head, running his fingers through her hair. "I heard that as well. We'll just have to make him aware of who he's dealing with, now won't we, my dear?" Gaz growled at the pet-name she'd just expressed her disliking to. He gently removed her from his hold, removing the sweatshirt hiding his PAK, uniform and face.
The priest stared in horror, stumbling away and promptly falling over.
Damned these robes!
"I-Invader Zim!" He stuttered out, leaning away.
"In the flesh!" Zim barked back, sneering at him as he extended a tentacle, picking up the man and lifting himself with his appendages. "Now, I'm not asking you for your compliance. I'm demanding it!"
And then the man was tossed in a bubble that consumed him, shrunk, and then dropped into Zim's hand, looking like nothing more then a pink marble. Zim lowered himself back to the ground and Gaz approached him, looking at the object curiously.
"Neat," she commented sarcastically. "Can we go now?"
Zim chuckled, dropping the marble into his PAK and draping the sweatshirt back over his form with an appendage. "Yes, my little Gaz," he replied, taking her in his arms after he replaced his contacts (that were also replaced with his mechanical help). "We can go now."
"Good," she flicked his forehead and he flinched away from her. "And stop calling me 'little'."
MY SPELL CHECK ISN'T WORKING! GAH!
So if words are blatantly spelled wrong, that is why.
The twins are up to something! Mmm!
And the Tak (ft. MiMi) and Dib hatred dynamic . . . who else is loving that?
Stupid Gretchen. Nobody likes her.
Yes, I only wrote one of the kidnappings. Of course Zim wouldn't leave Gaz behind, he can't really stand to be away from her right now. Kind of adorable if it wasn't so creepy. But, I think that pretty much applies to everything about Invader Zim.
So hope you liked the irony that Dib sort of saw Tak shirtless and Zim DEFINITELY saw Gaz shirtless.
I like doing parallel-plots like that.
If you don't know what that is, look it up.
Daily Quote:
"What the fuck is 'ringworm'?"
"Um . . . wearing worms as rings?"
(head slap) "You guys."
"Yeah?"
"Why do I talk to you?"
-The intellect of my closest friends.
Clearly, I need new friends.
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