cheddarbiscuit
Chapter 32
... Yeaaaaah, about that "Magical Ninja Fight"? Weeeeell, you'll just have to wait and see, I guess. But there will be one. Just for you. I promise. Not in Meta-Morphine, but soon. Very soon.
The chapters I did not review were good, I really wish you had left the "... or male" and accompanying remarks in, just to see how you would handle it. This is an M-rated fic, so you really should not l limit yourself on anything.
But what ever.
Magical Ninja Fight... heh heh heh..
:D
Descriptions, for the win!
And I know, I wanted to do it so bad! I just sat there and then was like . . . nah! Because I'm not even sure if Tak knows about homosexuality and if she did, then I would have to explain where she learned it from and blah blah blah blah blah . . . etc. Which was boring and off-topic, which is why I left it out.
xoAmaxi
Chapter 32
Affection bitching. I like that. :D
The title of this chapter instantly reminded me of a song of the same name.. It's a bloody good song.
Call me crazy but, I'm kinda glad Gaz got hurt. DON'T TAKE IT THE WRONG WAY; I'm glad in the sense that it shows she's not invincible. Characters who never get hurt are often difficult to relate to. It's good to be able to sympathise them, it makes them more likable and realistic. I love how Zim is always over-protective of Gaz, hehe. Someone get me a Zim for a partner, the world needs guys like him!
AND DIB AND TAK FINNALLY KISSED, WOO. And no mushy nonsense, it was mostly emotionless from Tak's perspective. Which is good, it's in-character. It would take ages to bring out a caring side from that crazy gal.
Marvelous work - update soon! (:
Yeah, Gaz needed a kind of ass-whooping, in some form of another. I figured this was the perfect opportunity. But, she maintains her badassness by not bitching so damn much (like most people -_-) so it's not too OOC.
And Zim is good for Gaz. And maybe another few handful of people around the world like her, or similar to her in a few ways. But as heroic as I make him to her, mind you, he hates anyone besides her. I feel like a human-verson of Zim would be as annoying as fuck to be around, unless you were like me and like to challenge the annoying, arrogant kid to things that they cannot do but refuse to back down from because they are just that full of themselves.
Oddly enough, I've made a lot of friends that way. (face palm)
Thanks for your compliments! I feel especial now! ^_^
Mistress Moira
Chapter 32
I love you for so many reasons!
1. Good with Grenades is flippin' awesome and I listen to their song Bruises and Bitemarks EVERY day!
2. Your daily quotes are the best and make me WISH i had friends like you
3. I love DaTr but HATE it when people make Tak all mushy and Dib such a horny-dog! and you just possibly created the greatest fan-made moment between them in this chapter!
4. Gaz fighting a giant bull with pyrokinetic powers is just absolutely AMAZING!
5. (and the last reason I'll give because i would be here forever if I gave you every reason) The way you portray Membrane could not possibly be done ANY better. I love how he has a dark "evil" side but only has it because he cares about his kids and bettering the world through SCIENCE by keeping everyone one oblivious and therefore away from galactic war!
don't you DARE stop writing! or I shall steal your nachos and kick a puppy!
Well what if I want you to kick a puppy? Hmm? What then?
Master Plan: Defeated.
What do you call cheese that is not yours?
Nacho Chees.
That's right. I went there.
But really, don't kick a puppy. Kicks dogs, but not puppies.
Membrane is my most flexible character at this point. I kinda thought about it, and rivaling with Tak and (roughly) Iggins, his character is the one with the most plot-twists. Gaz, Zim and Dib are normally very straightforward about what they're going to do. Except that one time, in the fist of this series, with Zim turning on the Valkians.
WOO! Points for Membrane!
ForceWalker
Chapter 32
Finally! Tak and Did finally kiss! I was starting to give up on seeing it happen, seeing as how they were hating each other so much! You nearly crushed my hopes, only to bring them back to life! I don't know whether to be angry of happy!
Also, I loved the kiss! It may very well be the best DATR moment in IZ fanfiction. The way they were potrayed, how the kiss happened, and how they reacted, was something you felt could happen in the real show!
I tip my hat off to you, ma'am. Now if only I could find that hat.
. . . Isn't that what I always do with these couplings? XD
By the way, I stole your hat. That's why you can't find it. I would give it back to you, but, it would appear while the characters and I were discussing things backstage and planning out how this next scene would go, MiMi and Gir got into a little spat, after Gir took your hat and placed it over MiMi's head and she got pissed and ripped it to shreds before attacking him. I mean, I tried to save it, but, MiMi is about as terrifying as Tak and Gaz when she's irritated. It took Zim, Tak and I (because Gaz thought it was funny and Dib thought it was interesting to watch; I'm pretty sure Tak and Zim only helped because they didn't want their SIR units damaged but fair enough, since I only broke them up to try to salvage your hat) all of about twenty minutes to get them to stop. To be fair though, it was mainly MiMi attacking; Gir just thought they were snuggling.
. . . .
You say your hat is missing and I come up with that in all of about five minutes. If anyone is still doubting my imagination, I hope I have proven myself by now.
Potatoes4Eva
Chapter 32
*explodes into very many teeny weeny peices* YAY VIDEO! I'll watch it later, though... *looks forlornly at door because I have to go outside*
HOLY WILLY LUMPKINS, OH NO SHE DID NOT. I did not foresee Tak doing that. I'mma go lock myself in a darkroom and go insane. I'll have to pack a bag, first, because going insane might take a while... *packs bag full of many smaller bags* All done! :D
And Gaz, you show off. *waggles finger like a scolding old man, voice sounding just like said old man* You punk kids! Whippersnappers always fally-waggin' with Snorger-ma-what's-it's on my lawn!
I AM ANTICIPATING THE NEXT CHAPTER.
AHAHA, I had to go outside today. With my mother, to an old people party in which I was introduced as "-inster mother's name said in various way's here- youngest daughter! She's the writer, you know, the one that started buying those journals to scribble her little stories in when she was twelve? How's that going for you, dear? Published anything yet?"
A part of me wanted to say, "Yes, actually. I am posting an unrelated series on a website that has 300+ views on an average of 50 views per story. So stop being so f****** condescending and suck that, bitches!" But I did not. I just smiled and said, "hi", like a good little girl.
Damn that party of relatives. I hate speaking with them!
Anyways, I honestly don't even know the name of what I named that creature. Just thought you all should know. I literally just sounded out a word, wrote down how it sounded and then just kept copying and pasting it.
(for the win)
Really, with my story, you SHOULD expect the unexpected.
Gotta love me for that!
Also, the voting . . . I can pretty much say I'm getting really hyped up about the story. But I'm trying to not get TOO excited, so I don't lose my inspiration for this story.
Geez, this is gonna be so much fun!
And sorry for the late update! I've been at a party since I woke up this morning and JUST got back! Ugh, it sucked, and because all the other kids were like 3-7 and wouldn't sit still for pictures, I was dragged many a place in the really pretty house that was rented so someone could get whatever picture taken of a person instead of just scenery.
It. Was. Ridiculous.
But some of the pictures were cool, so I might be changing my Gir-tastic profile picture and altering the picture to be a silhouette, if I like it enough.
So yes, sorry.
Enjoy!
Chapter 33
"Expect the Unexpected"
Gaz was still asleep when Zim was informed he was receiving a transmission.
He was reluctant to leave Gaz when she was in such a fragile state, but they would be leaving in the morning anyways. One would think the Tallest would want him to stay a full three days but that was not the case. Their curiosity of Gaz had been more than satisfied last night and she'd been deemed a suitable chose for a mate when she'd walked off the arena on her own and did not depend on Zim to take her off like a child. The Tallest would want them to be saying goodbye as soon as Gaz was fit to do so and then be on his way.
Which might be sooner than either of them thought, if this call was bad news.
Zim had already been mostly dressed so it had only been a quick slip on of a fresh uniform shirt before he'd hurried out the door. He was taken into a small computer room, for invaders receiving transmissions. It wasn't where the Tallest normally got their calls, but that was for obvious reasons.
He hit the button to accept the call.
Skoodge's face was there at once. "Invader Skoodge reporting in, sir!""
Zim's brow rose, nerves making his squeedily-spooch tingle uncomfortably. "Yes? What is it, Skoodge? Is something wrong?"
To Zim's ever-growing confusion, Skoodge smiled a bit. "No, sir. I call with good news. Permission to inform?"
His eyes narrowed, cautiously. "Granted. Continue with your news."
Skoodge reached down and held up a piece of paper to the screen. Zim eyed it. There were a lot of signatures dotting the lines.
"It's been concluded, Zim," Skoodge said, his propriety slipping in his excitement. He pushed the paper closer to the screen. "You own all of Earth!"
Zim's eyes went wide.
And then he felt the information sync in, to both his mind and his PAK. Skoodge did not react, as he was well aware of Zim's situation and his Time Limit. He watched curiously, having never seen an Irken's reaction to completing a mission before.
The energy he'd been slowly draining of, the tiredness he'd been hiding from Gaz, resting only after intimate moments to keep suspicion off of him, began to fill him once more. A month's worth of weariness disappearing within seconds, like taking a shot of adrenaline directly into your veins. That began to pump through him in that moment, making him relax. That strained feeling disappeared as his PAK came to terms with the fact he'd completed a mission. Zim's eyes closed and his antennae calmed as he smiled.
He hadn't felt this way in months.
When Zim reopened his eyes he saluted at Skoodge, resisting a giddy squeal, "Thank you, Invader Skoodge. I'll be home soon to deliver the press conference of my official reign."
Skoodge smiled back and saluted as well. "Congratulations, sir. You did it."
"I'll see you by morning," Zim replied, for it was just getting late Earth-time now. Gaz's fight had been around noon and she was (hopefully) still asleep in her room.
So much for staying on a normal sleep-schedule.
Regardless, they'd be home just as morning would arrive.
"Understood," Skoodge said, lowering his arm. "Sir!"
"Goodbye," Zim ended the call.
The familiar energy was like a buzz he was going to have to get used to all over again. Weeks of struggling to hide his tiredness from Gaz and now he wouldn't have to anymore, even if she would probably notice the subtle change in him. But maybe if he was lucky she'd just account to it as excitement from finishing his mission that he'd long given up on.
Zim practically ran back to his room, moving as quickly as he could while still being soldier-like. He'd have to tell the Tallest of his immediate departure, but first, he wanted to tell Gaz.
He crept back into the room silently, shutting the door behind him. He sighed with relief when he saw Gaz was still fast asleep, having shifted positions minutely. Even asleep, she seemed sore and Zim desperately wished he could allow her to rest longer, but they needed to leave at once. So reluctantly he walked to her bedside, placing a hand on her shoulder, one of the few places he was sure she went unscathed.
"Gaz?" Zim said gently, shaking her slightly. "Gaz?"
Her eyes drifted open and guilt wracked through him. She must have been really tired. But he comforted himself with the thought she could sleep the whole ride home and the fact they really did not have time to spare.
"Yeah?" She yawned, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "What is it?"
"We have to leave," Zim said calmly, cupping her cheek with his hand. "It's nothing bad. In fact, it's good news. Skoodge needs me back home, for the last arrangements before he takes off."
Gaz's eyes widened. "So that means-?"
"Yes," He said, kissing her on the mouth, stopping any more words. "We won."
"We," She scoffed, gingerly moving to get up. "Like I did anything but play the innocent little damsel."
"Oh, but what a convincing one you were," Zim insisted, assisting her. "And besides, you did most of the back-planning anyways. I was mainly for the intimidating public figure."
"Oh great," Gaz commented smugly, though joy was still evident in her eyes. "Then we're both just phonies."
"Here, let me help you." Zim replied, ignoring her statement.
Gaz still wore a towel from last night, as he wasn't exactly going to go so far as dressing her in her sleep (unless she had asked him to, but otherwise that was just a sort of invasion of privacy) and so he walked her into the closet, flinching at every sign of sore muscles he saw. Which there were a lot of, so his face was mainly just a contortion of a grimace.
She managed to change, with little help from Zim, and walked around a bit to ensure she could do so with ease. Or, at least, be convincing enough to pretend she was unharmed. Zim draped the cloak around her when she was finished, to hide some of the soreness in her body with the cloth.
"I really am sorry about this," Zim apologized as he fastened the clasp. "Zim never intended for you to be hurt."
"I'm not hurt, I'm just sore," Gaz insisted, watching his fingers move patiently.
Zim finished quickly and he held her as close to his body as he could without causing her any harm. "Regardless, Zim is still sorry."
He led her out of the room at the fastest pace she could go, which was a slightly brisk walk. In a few minutes, the two of them were in the elevator, Zim shifting anxiously as he stood and waited.
Gaz's brow rose at his fidgeting. "Excited?"
"I've accomplished a mission I've been trying to do for 7 years," Zim retorted, a grin peeking through his stoic facade. "I would say 'excited' is pretty accurate description."
She smirked at him. "We'll have to figure out a way to celebrate then."
In truth, their success had yet to hit Gaz. For months, though she never showed it, Gaz had been rather terrified these past weeks. The thought of Zim's possible demise had gotten less likely by the day but with each day that passed, the possibility grew as well, since those were days closer to his doom. It had been a rather uncomfortable time for Gaz, even if she hadn't let Zim see it. At the moment (as stupid as it sounded) she was just happy because he was.
The doors opened the hanger, as usual and the Tallest turned.
"Zim!" Red shouted, looking surprised. "What are you doing here?"
Zim bowed low, as did Gaz, before the both stood. "My apologies, My Tallest, but I've just received urgent news from Invader Skoodge about the mission."
"Nothing bad, I hope," Purple commented, a brow rising as the two leaders shared a look.
"No, not at all," It seemed Zim couldn't entirely keep a smile off of his face. "In fact, it's great news, My Tallest. Today, or rather, this night, all of the remaining places of the world surrounded and gave their allegiances to the Irken Empire."
The Tallests' eyes widened in shock.
Zim continued. "Gaz and I are needed back home, to tend to the final details and make a public appearance. My greatest apologies, My Tallest, but we must take our leave."
"Aw," The two seemed sad, but it was Purple who had spoken, looking the sorer of the two. "That's too bad. We were looking forward to another fight today."
The couple resisted a grimace.
"Very well, Zim," Red nodded, sighing. "You may go. We will check in on you shortly to see how you are doing."
"Thank you, My Tallest," Zim replied, bowing once again.
He left no room for any promises of coming back anytime soon (or ever, for that matter; Zim did not want Gaz participating in any more games) and led Gaz quickly out of the room, back into the elevator, and eventually into the 'Parking Garage'. Upon seeing them, cheers went up and congratulations on the fight, but they were only acknowledged with a wave of Zim's hand and a slight nod as they got into Zim's Voot Runner, that had not been touched since their arrival.
Upon the window shutting and the ship rising out of view, Gaz leaned back against the headrest and let out a sigh of relief at not having to move, for the moment. Zim groaned as they shot out of the tunnel and the first chance he got, put the ship on autopilot. He then turned to Gaz, grabbing her gently around the waist and sitting her on his lap. He proceeded to bury his face into her shoulder, inhaling her fragrance and sighing.
"I do not wish for you to be in pain," He murmured, kissing her on the cheek.
Gaz yawned, situating herself comfortably on his lap and resting her head on his shoulder. "Too bad. I'm going to sleep."
Zim wrapped the cloak around her, kissing her on the nose this time. "Of course. You should rest."
She closed her eyes, turning her head to face him. She planted a light kiss on his neck, which caused him to shiver and for her to smirk. Gaz shifted closer to him, sucking tenderly on his neck. Zim groaned again, but this time, it was not out of remorse for his mate. In slight protest, for he very much wished for her to rest, Zim leaned back, farther into his chair, effectively pulling her mouth from his neck.
"Gaz," He complained, disapprovingly, looking down at her. "You need to rest."
She resisted a snicker, resting her head against his chest. "We'll celebrate later, then."
Zim hissed.
Her brow rose, "What?"
"Must you always make Zim's life about making love to you at future times?"
"It gets you to get your work done faster," Gaz retorted smugly, shutting her eyes as she allowed herself to drift off into sleep.
Everyone stared in horror at the paper.
"It was made official a few hours ago," The messenger said solemnly. "He owns the world."
There was deathly silence. Not one word was spoken.
Tak's fists slammed on the table as she got to her feet. "Do you see where this waiting game has gotten you? He's won now because none of you wanted to stand up and do anything while we could!"
Dib's eyes widened in shock. He reached hand up, to grab her shoulder. "Tak-."
"No; it's over!" She shrieked, shoving away. MiMi growled at the table before darting after her master, the door slamming shut behind both of them as they darted from the room.
More silence followed.
"She's right," Dr. Membrane finally stated. "We waited too long to act."
"We got word that the remaining countries weren't going to surrender!" An agent shouted defensively.
"Well clearly, something changed," Dr. Membrane said, bitterly. "Maybe it was the inevitable doom hanging over their heads. They knew we were just trying to stall what was going to happen anyways. We had no right to ask them to put their necks on the line while we hide out down here."
The weight of those words hung heavy on everybody. The members of the Swollen Eyeball looked down, frustrated, but guilty. They were well aware part of this was their fault, for acting so carelessly. For expecting so much but actually giving so little.
Dib cleared his throat, uncomfortably, standing, but much less dramatic then Tak had. "Um, I'm gonna go . . . check on Tak."
He turned and left, with all eyes on him. It made him uncomfortable to be in the room, since he felt like this was a conversation that was a bit out of his league. As much as Dib had wanted to be involved at the start, he wasn't fighting for the same things as the Swollen Eyeball anymore. He felt like it would be unfair to try and manipulate them any further. Besides, he could already see the outcome of this fight anyways.
It would work out right in the end.
When the door shut behind him, Dib let out a breath. The air in there was just so freaking heavy, way too mature for his brain right now.
Especially dealing with Tak.
Dib wasn't sure if he should actually look for her, or just go to his guest room and let her figure out her problems on her own. Right now, odds were she was probably pissed and really itching to hit something, so it was likely if he found her, he would serve as that much-needed punching bag. But with a sigh, Dib continued to go looking for her. It was also rather likely that where Tak was, she was probably wreaking havoc with her uncontrollable emotions. So despite the fact Dib really had yet to talk to her since there little, eh, 'moment', he was going to suck it up and deal with her.
Tak was found in the green room. Yes, it was odd to have a green room underground, but some people found the plants to be sort of therapeutic. They also gave people the taste of being above ground without actually being there, 'in danger'. Although they knew very well that if Zim wanted to, he could find and kill them all, since he'd found and 'kidnapped' Dr. Membrane so easily. The truth was they weren't useful to Zim anymore and the second he decided he didn't want them around anymore, they'd be dead.
"So maybe that's why they've been stalling," Dib muttered to himself, opening the door to the room and stepping inside.
Tak had her arms crossed, glaring down at some plant. As Dib neared her he saw it was a Venus Fly-Trap and nearly snorted.
Typical Tak.
"So what are you going to do now?" Dib asked, approaching her casually but cautiously, prepared to run from the room or dart away, if the need provided itself (which it probably would).
Tak swallowed stiffly. "I've no idea."
This stunned Dib. He stared at her. "Really? You . . . You didn't have a back-up plan?"
"What back-up plan?" She demanded, glaring hatefully at him. "I hardly had a first plan, Dib, let alone a back-up if your idiotic club didn't work out!"
Dib watched as she let out an aggravated sigh, touching her hand to her head. He glanced at MiMi, who was continuing to surprise him more and more recently. One would think with Tak looking like she did, MiMi would be on edge. But her minion seemed relaxed, if not completely at ease (or as at ease as she could be, for being constantly on guard).
"She trusts you," Tak said, noticing his line of vision as he scrutinized MiMi. "The Tallest only know why, but she does."
"Well I do have a record of keeping you sane," He joked, lightly.
The remark gained him no smile from her. Instead she glared at her SIR unit, who paid them no mind as she watched the door, in a calculating, irritated manner. It was like she was blaming MiMi for all of her problems, although Dib didn't see how that was even remotely possible. If anything, MiMi was the ultimate minion.
"You really did wonders designing her, by the way," Dib added, trying for compliments instead of jokes. "She understands you completely. I haven't seen a flaw in her yet."
Tak snorted, as if the compliment was absurd. "Of course she's elite. I built her using a part of my programming. It's why she's so in-tune with me."
"So then you trust me too?"
It was a low blow, to trick Tak into saying (or nearly saying) that. At once she stiffened again. MiMi's tail twitched but otherwise she did not react. Tak growled, but did not respond.
"I trust you, Tak." Dib stated, bluntly, getting a bit tired of how one-sided this conversation was turning out to be. "With all the crap we've been dragged through together so far, we've had each other's backs for a while I guess."
There was a pause.
". . . Why?"
That was definitely not what Dib expected. His head snapped up in surprise. "What do you mean?"
"Why should we trust each other, Dib?" Tak demanded, irritation slipping into her tone. "I'm Irken. I've lied to you, used you, and tried to destroy your planet. You're human. You tried to expose me, ruined my mission and your actions got me turned into a human. What out of those things gives either of us any reason to trust each other?"
"Well," Dib made a face. She really knew how to make things look bad, didn't she. "For starters, you've been helping me since this started, even if you did have your owns reasons for doing so. And, I've kept you from being dissected."
Tak scoffed, "A 1 to 3 ratio. Not very promising."
"Hey, face it, Tak," Dib made a bold and potentially dangerous move then. He slung his arm around Tak's shoulder, pulling her against him, but not particularly close. A friendly gesture, but one that just might cost him his arm. He laughed, shaking off his fear in favor of the moment. "We're pretty much stuck together."
Tak eyed his arm with such distaste, Dib thought his arm might be rotting. The action apparently inwardly affected her so much that MiMi's ears perked up and she turned, gaze flicking questioningly and suspiciously between the two.
She made a beeping noise.
Tak sighed, "I suppose so."
Dib's brow rose nervously, "What did she say?"
"She wants to know if she should get used to you," Tak stated, shrugging his arm off of her.
He shot MiMi a questioning look, "I thought you already trusted me."
MiMi flicked her tail at him, beeping and turning away again.
"She said 'Stop harassing me'," Tak said, brimming with amusement, smirking at the false-cat. "I don't think she's particularly fond of you, Dib."
"Aw," Dib said, frowning dejectedly. "I don't know why. I never did anything to her."
"I dislike you, so she does as well," Tak stated bluntly, moving to pet her cat in between the ears. MiMi seemed pleased with this, or maybe it was just the remark, but either way she was happy.
"Hey!" He shouted, clearly offended. "You kissed me, that's got to count for something!"
"Anything to keep your mouth shut," Tak snapped back, stroking MiMi and smirking at her cat. "Isn't that right, MiMi?"
Her minion nodded, turning back towards the door.
"Just a question," Dib stated nervously, sauntering uncomfortably up beside her. "Is that going to happen again anytime soon, or was that just like a one-time thing?"
Tak glanced up at him, a brow rising.
MiMi beeped again.
Her master snorted, "Inevitably."
Dib's eyes widened, baffled and confused. "What did she say?"
Tak shot him a smug look, "Wouldn't you like to know?"
At that moment MiMi hissed, jumping to her feet. A few seconds later the door opened, revealing an agent.
"Agent Moth-Man." He stated. "I bring news of our decision."
Dib's brow rose as he and Tak shared a look of boredom, turning back to him. "Yeah? What about it?"
The man gestured for him to come. "Agent Dark-Booty has instated you as the head of the operation. We're moving in on the alien and need you to go over what information we know about him."
Tak's eyes shot wide open, as did MiMi's. "What?"
Another cliff-hanger?
Are you all getting mad at me now?
Important note in the next chapter. I'm starting to wrap things up, sew up the seams to create the final outfit of this story.
. . . I need to find cooler metaphors.
Daily Quote:
". . . Am I supposed to be entertained by this?"
"Not necessarily. I'm still trying to figure out what it looks like."
"I don't get it. If the messages are this damned subtle, why does it matter?"
"Well I don't know, I can't even see- OH MY GOD!"
"What? What is it? What do you see?"
"I'm not telling. You see it yourself."
"GOD DAMN YOU!"
-That moment you're looking up subliminal messages in advertisements with you friends, and they get the message before you, so you start yelling at them when they won't tell you what it is you're supposed to be seeing.
This particularly one, you had to look upside down at and only pay attention to half of the picture. Which leaves me to wonder: Who did that in the first place to notice?
Till the next chapter!
