*Some two weeks later*
"Before you head off, remember that you have a test within the week; I don't know when it'll be because I like to make you unprepared," Dr. Killman stated as the bell rang through the air. The class filed out, though Zim waited for Dib as he slowly collected his books.
"Must you take so long human?" he grumbled, leaning against the cluttered desk.
"I told you that you could go ahead without me," he responded, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"Ha! That's just what you want me to do." Dib rolled his eyes; ever since that night they finished the project, they were 'unofficially' together; it was only that way because Zim was too proud to admit his feelings once more to make it official. But, Dib liked the absence of the bruises and verbal abuse; Zim definitely made up for that whenever he found a dark corner which he would take advantage of Dib's willing mouth.
"Ah, yes, Dib and Zim; the principal wants to see you two in his office, concerning your project," Dr. Killman informed the lingering students as Dib finished grabbing his books. The two nodded before departing, first to Dib's locker.
As he fumbled with the lock, he looked over at Zim questioningly. "Uh, Zim? Where's your normal outfit?"
"Huh?" Zim asked, zoning out.
"I just noticed you're wearing human clothing; in fact, you haven't worn your uniform since, well, you know," he trailed, his face visibly flushing. Zim grinned at the human's heated expression.
"You mean since we mated?" he said, amused at Dib's further flushing face.
"I don't think I'd call it that… but, yeah; anyways, you've worn that thing since you came to earth. Why the sudden change?" he asked, looking away from Zim and placing the books into his locker. The alien shrugged; He'd changed his wig so that the hair was unrulier, though still short. He wore a pair of ordinary jeans, realizing that they were common, unnoticeably normal in the human crowd; he also wore a green hoody, just a few shades darker than his own skin, some kind of changes made to it for his pak to be seen on the outside.
"Eh, I feel that I fit in, more," he explained dismissively. Nope, Dib still didn't realize Zim wasn't trying to take over earth and Zim hadn't bothered explaining his situation to him either. Besides, Zim would rather find places for him to ravish his human than bother with explaining about his personal problems; he wasn't some emotional, complaining girl.
"Alright then," Dib stated, closing his locker. The halls became deserted, the last of the students either rushing to class or skipping. The paranormal investigator and the alien that he loved wandered down the halls, approaching the corner where the office was. As they turned the corner, they were alone; not many dared to wander these halls unoccupied.
Zim suddenly pushed Dib against the wall, pressing his lips up against his humans. Dib, although surprised, kissed back passionately; anywhere people were absent, was always taken into consideration by the alien. This kiss wasn't long, only lasting a couple seconds, but it was passionate, demanding. Like every kiss, meaningful to the pair. There wasn't one empty kiss exchanged between the two in these brief moments.
As they pulled apart and continued to the office, Dib felt himself grin as his head spun dizzily; he enjoyed the way his mind spun after those kisses but, now he had to concentrate. They arrived outside the blue office door, hesitating to just walk in.
Dib knocked, waiting. A sudden desperate scream rang from the room, making the pair jump, before the door itself opened, the young principal analyzing the two.
"Ah, yes; Dib and Zim. Come in, don't be shy! I was just finishing up," he stated. Dib was silently hoping that those red stains on the white collar of his shirt were ketchup stains.
"Uh, we were told to come down here by Dr. Killman?" Dib stated as they walked into the room, sitting beside each other. Zim froze beside him, his gaze locked in the corner of the room; following that frozen gaze, he too became paralyzed with fear at the site of a tenth grade student in the corner, strapped into a machine with a gag in his mouth. The machine seemed to wrap spikes around his waist, just at the distant so that, if he were to struggle, they'd impale him painfully. His head was also pinned back.
"Hm?" Mr. C hummed, following their gaze. "Oh, don't mind Mr. Smackey there; he was caught chewing gum in class. I called you down to talk about your project." Zim peeled his eyes from the student in the corner, cautiously watching the principal that elicited emotions of fear from the bottom of his squiddilyspooch.
"To be completely honest, the amount of effort you put into this project was beyond outstanding; the best in the class. Actually, when looking back on my files, your project was probably the best ever done at this skool. Because, unlike all the other projects, that just restated all the information from the websites in their bibliography, you added something not many think of but the addition is so simple; personal touches.
"And your personal touch was definitely unique, to say the very least; the fact that you two chose your own hatred for each other as a topic is completely different from what I would've chosen but it was interesting," Mr. C mused, stalking around the corner of his desk. "If I may quote one of your lines, 'Our hatred is something that has lasted for six years but, reflecting on that, we both realize that our best friend is our worst enemy; that we both lose our own meaning of existence without the other there to uphold it. That, no matter how much we despise each other for whatever reason, we rely on that hate for our own sanity to remain in tact.'
"Those are some strong words, yet the truth is right before my eyes," he stated, his soulless black eyes glancing at the two teens before him, who watched with respectful eyes. "I must say, I almost envy you two; I don't remember much of my past but I realize that your rivalry is certainly an inspiring one, to say the least. I could only imagine if I had a bond with anyone, such as you two have a bond with each other, how different I'd be…" His tone was thoughtful as his eyes trailing back to the boy in the dangerous apparatus. He sighed, "I guess it's too late for my own sanity."
Dib and Zim glanced at each other for a moment but remained silent, letting the apparently sick man before them finish. "But I digress; nothing can change my own fate. So, as for you two, you've passed with high regards from the principal, myself, in chemistry for the term. Now, do you two have any questions for me?"
Dib looked thoughtful for a moment, but remained silent. Zim raised his hand and asked, "Is it legal for the leader of the Hi Skool to torture students as such?" He waved toward Smackey; Mr. C shrugged.
"Probably not but it isn't like anyone is against it," he answered nonchalantly though the threatening underlying tone was there. The green skinned teen gulped and nodded in agreement.
"Well, if that's all, you two had better move along; I still haven't finished my talk with Mr. Smackey." The pair was silent as they quickly retreated from the office, followed by the pained screeches of the ill-fated gum chewer.
"Well, that was mildly disturbing," Dib gulped as they turned the corner, the blue door out of site.
"Yes, that – that… he's not healthy," Zim stated, stumbling over his words. "In fact, he doesn't even seem human."
"I don't have any problem as long as I don't end up on his bad side," Dib responded.
"And I'LL VAPORIZE HIM IF HE TRIES TO HARM YOU!"
"Whoa, Zim, calm down; why so protective?"
"Because… if anyone gets to harm you, it'll be me!"
"I almost expected you to say something like that."
"… Well, what else do you expect me to say?"
"Something about your superiority over the human race?"
"Nope! I was going to talk about my superiority over you, Dib-love."
"Close enough- HUH? What did you just call me?"
"Dib-love. Why?"
"I… nothing. I love you, Zim."
"I know you do."
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SQUEE! Once more.
My goal was to make this both an enlightening chapter along with a fluffly chapter! Pronounced flUFF-eL-EEh. Because you can't handle da fluff!
Yeah, and to you, I say, farewell for now; I might consider a sequel… MAYBE! But, you'll have to do with reading this over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over, etcetera etcetera.
GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD!
Lexi!
PS. I realize this is a short epilogue of doom but it makes up with enlightenment! Bah!