Dib looked at the sky, contemplative. His sister kept pace beside him; their ways would part at the next intersection. One of the few things he enjoyed about Hi Skool; the absence of his sister for the next two years. That is, for two years, then Hi Skool will equal total hell for paranormal enthusiast. Because, not only was it the bullies from his old skool, but the bullies from other schools all gathered in one place. Swirlies, beatings, wedgies, being locked in lockers for hours on end; oh, and a not to mention that, because this was all done to him, even the people he considered geeks were laughing at him behind his back.
This place'll be the death of me, Dib concluded with a silent sigh.
Approaching the place where he separated from his sister, they crossed the street and Dib was about to walk right through until a hand gripped the sleeve of his shirt.
"Hey, Dib, what's wrong with you?" Gaz asked with little actual concern, squinting up at Dib. She paused her Doom Bringer 4000 – it's the fourth installment of Game Slave – and was now facing her brother.
She wasn't the little girl she was just a few years ago; her height had increased but not by the significance of Dib's body. Despite that, puberty had hit her basically overnight; the curves and dips of her body could make any male do whatever she wanted them to do. But, being Gaz, she was still the threatening little purple-haired doom-bringer who would not hesitate to kill the first person to annoy her.
"What do you mean?" Dib asked, surprised by his sister's outright question.
"You haven't said a word since dinner last night and you didn't even watch that stupid show you always watch. Even walking to skool, you haven't said a word; just looked up at the sky," she stated. Dib yanked his arm away from her and adjusted his backpack.
"I wouldn't think you'd care," he muttered. Gaz glared, golden orbs dangerous.
"You're right; I don't. In fact, I kind of enjoy you being quiet but I don't need you sulking around and going all emo on me like you did a few years ago." With a groan, Dib remembered; that was when Zim disappeared for a few months without a word. Dib's entire reason for existence just became so distant that his will to live drained out of him.
"I'm going to be late, Gaz," he dismissed, quickly retreating. His sister glared at the retreating form before turning to get to her own skool. With a sigh, Dib relaxed and set a pace for getting to Hi Skool, seeing as it started to enter his line of site.
"Hello, Dib-thing." The voice made Dib freeze, paralyzed by fear, his face shooting up a few degrees. That lasted for only a moment before he turned to face the alien, whose sight wasn't on the human but a stack of paper.
"I have printed a summary of most the drugs; at least, the ones that intrigued my amazing mind. Really, you humans truly do want to kill yourselves, don't you?" Zim exclaimed, shaking his head at the paper. Dib gulped and fell into pace beside the alien, eyeing him like a hawk.
"What's more, I have decided the best means to put this project together; since we are both excelled at computer use, I suggest we create a movie presentation to hand in. Our marks would also be increased," the green teen continued, blue eyes running down the sheets of paper.
Did he really just forget everything he did last night? Dib wondered incredulously. Or is he just playing stupid? He couldn't help but feel a relief that he would let that entire confrontation slide past his normally observant focus. It certainly saved Dib from either a very awkward explanation or an apocalypse of circumcision.
"What do you think, Dib-beast?" Zim growled, not fond of being ignored.
"Uh, yeah, fine. Are we going to do a general overview or focus on just one type of drug?" he asked, pretending to focus on the alien.
"A general overview should suffice for our purposes; of course, it would mean more work so, unless you're too stupid a human…" Dib glared; now Zim was just taunting him.
"I can assure you, Zim-," the name dripped with venom on Dib's tongue, "-that I'm more than capable of doing a little more work than I have to. I'm smarter than most of the idiots you've seen around Hi Skool."
"Oh, we'll see, inferior being, we'll see," he taunted with a grin. The bell for skool to start rang as they approach the double doors, shocking them out of their rival state. They wouldn't see each other for two periods until chemistry; Dib could calm his nerves until then with the reassurance that Zim wasn't going to bring up any awkward questions.
Yep, just an overreaction. That's what last night was.
Zim spread the sheets before them, in the study hall. Only their class was in the study hall, the teacher having reserved it for their one class to work on it before it became homework. Dr. Killman had a habit of doing that.
The alien and trench-coat clad partner sat in an isolated corner, hidden by shelves and a row of obsolete computers. Just the way I want it, Zim thought evilly.
"Alright, so I think we should start with this point; 'Addictions are caused by chemical reactions between bodily chemicals such as endorphins and dopamine,' and how the body starts producing less of its own, depending more on the outside source, yeah. I think that'll be a good way to start," Dib suggested, organizing the papers. Zim glanced around the library before looking at Dib with predatory intents.
"Mm, an excellent way to start," Zim murmured breathily. Dib became alerted by the shift in the alien normally uncaring tone although, that didn't warn him of the three fingered hand that had snuck its way to his waistband. Dib gasped.
"Zim, what're you doing?" Dib growled lowly, aware they were in a school environment. A metal appendage snuck from Zim's PAK, covering Dib's mouth, anouther surprised gasp erupting from him.
"You don't want to make too much noise, now, do you, Dib? If we were caught like this, I'm certain it would be awkward for you," the alien purred. Sweat had started beading on the investigator's forehead; Zim was right.
Dib's heart started thundering though as the green-skinned fiend's long, wormlike tongue ran along his neck, teasing and tasting the skin. His face shot up a few degrees more as that tongue played with his ear, hitting a sensitive region.
"You enjoy this, don't you?" Zim breathed into his ear, lips tickling the skin beneath the hearing device. Dib struggled to control his body's reactions to the alien's sexual motions; he didn't expect to be attacked in plain sight so he wasn't prepared.
"Ngh," the human moaned lowly against the metal as Zim's claws made their way past the blue cotton of Dib's shirt, tracing up his stomach and up his chest. Dib desperately tried to contain his pleasured sounds as Zim toyed with his sensitive pink nubs.
"Hm, it seems you're responding to foreplay faster than I thought," the alien noted with intrigue. A quick glance down and, for sure, Dib had had a physical reaction to the aliens actions, the bulge visible.
The alien rested his head in the crook between Dib's head and shoulder, looking down at his hand as it toyed with the buckle on the humans belt. Heat emanated from Dib, some of the sweat on his neck stinging the side of Zim's head where he rested. But he could deal with the pain, seeing the Dib in such an odd, intriguing state.
So vulnerable. In such desperate need for Zim.
The hand toying with the belt moved downward, rubbing Dib's need through the fabric of the jeans. A particularly loud moan ripped its way out of Dib's throat, making Zim glance over for humans. No one seemed to be coming, so Zim turned his attention back to rubbing, causing friction to the organ hidden beneath.
Dib, although he tried to control himself, felt his hips move into the hand, searching for more of that delicious friction. Even though his mind knew what he was doing was wrong, his body craved for release; craved for more of the alien's touches.
Then, just as suddenly as it came, the feeling left. Zim had moved himself away from Dib, who was left, panting and flushed.
"After the part you suggested, we could add this passage; 'the person using the drug may understand the consequences of its use but that wouldn't stop the compulsive use of the drug their body craves' and include the phases of withdrawal that prolonged use can cause," Zim suggested, holding the paper up to the breathless human.
Dib just stared at him incredulously; why was he doing this! Instead of confusion, Dib began to fill with rage. He glared at the alien; a few moments ago, he was handling his most vulnerable parts and giving Dib seductive smirks and words. But, then he just goes back to behaving as if it never happened.
"What the fuck, Zim?" he whispered with anger. Zim looked up at the red faced Dib, oblivious innocence passing on his features.
"What, Dib-thing? Do you have a better suggestion?" he asked. Is Zim Bi-polar or something! Is he trying to piss me off? Or, is he just stupid?
"My suggestion is that you tell me what you think you were just doing?"
"What thing?"
"The same thing you were doing last night!"
"Giving my opinion?"
"No! Toying with me then playing dumb!"
"YOU DO NOT CALL ZIM DUMB, PITIFUL HUMAN!"
"I WILL UNLESS YOU TELL ME WHAT YOU WERE DOING!"
"YOU LIE!"
"SHUT UP, ZIM!" Dib and Zim had started yelling, Dib out of rage and Zim to keep the act up. Sighs were sounded around the room from the other occupants of the room.
"Dr. Killman! Zim and Dib are trying to kill each other again," a few complained in unison. Grumbling, the teacher stalked over to where the two were seated.
"Zim! Dib! Office! Now!" he announced, glaring at the two, ice blue eyes sharp. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, Dib sighed angrily, stalking away from the alien, who glared at Dib's back while collecting their papers.
"Honestly, you haven't done this for a month! I expected better of the both of you," the teacher scolded as they passed. With a huff, Dib walked down the hallway, keeping a few metres of distance between him and the alien behind.
Zim grinned. Faze one, complete!
Now, for faze two to be deployed.
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You people loving me yet? Or hating me? Meh, either way, so long as I have attention.
I want to own a Doom Bringer 4000! *pouty face* My DS broke. I miss my Kingdom Hearts. Hate being poor.
Written by Lexi, the AWESOME! (the title of AMAZING has been taken by Zim, apparently)