Ownership? (Sarcastically:) "Yes, cause I got it last night... when I turned into Jhonen Vasquez. And somehow became an artist. And a... boy," Pauses, rethinking it over, "Yeah. I own nothing."

Chapter three- When Pigs Fly.

Gaz menacingly glaring down Tak. Something was about to go down. Something terrible. Zim could tell because Dib was trying to calm both women down.

"Gaz, it's not worth it," Zim heard him say to Gaz.

This made Gaz even angrier. "It's not to you. But to me, it's quite the opposite. Tak's needed to be put back into her place for a long time, and I've been itching to be the one to do it!"

Tak scoffed. "That's hardly how this is about to go."

This time, Dib tried on Tak herself. "Tak? Please."

But she was a steamed Irken, and there's no sense talking down such a passionate, blazing fire lit up in her eyes. She shook her head just as Zim suspected she would. So stubborn, so beautiful. Almost as almighty as Zim!

Dib didn't quite give up there. "Zim, do something! Gaz is your girlfriend."

Crap! He almost forgot their fake roles. "Gaz-Human, settle down-"

"Zim, what have I told you about bossing me around? Do it again and I'll make you live to regret it."

Zim sighed, trying again. "Gaz, please sit down."

She scowled fiercely. "Nothing in the world can stop me from giving Tak exactly what she deserves. So sit back and enjoy the show."

Zim groaned. This is not what he signed up for!

Gaz staged herself in a bored position. She knew Tak's type. And she was the exact type that would fall for it and get beaten to a pulp for her insolence. But so long as she did, Gaz didn't care how. Gaz could almost taste the nikhedonia.

The human girl almost gave in involuntary shudder. What did Zim see is this twit anyway?

She shook her head and the thought away.

Gaz decided that, by giving Tak the first hit, she was being fair. After all, she was not as used to fighting as Gaz was. Especially on school grounds.

She moved quickly, trying to strike Gaz out with her left fist, then falling into a crunch position, aiming to kick Gaz's legs out from under her. Gaz observed and flipped out of reach, grabbing one of her arms and flipping her judo-style. She pulled her arms behind her back and held the stance with one knee on her back. She moved her other hand to a pressure point on the back of Tak's neck.

"Move and you get plunged into a never ending world of darkness," she warned, meaning every word, having every intention of sending her to the King Pig's court (he owes her a favor).

Tak didn't move, but being the terrible person Gaz is, she rendered her unconscious anyways. She heard cheering in the background, which she immediately silenced with a simple death-stare. They all fell silent.

Gaz smirked at Dib's reaction. He was staring at her like she'd killed his girlfriend. She rolled her eyes, trying to walk away from the crowd and the dramatics. But instead, Gaz found she was curious to see the look on Zim's face.

It took her less than a minute to find him. His eyes instantly found her cool, amber ones. She'd figured he'd be mad, but she was surprised to see something else there. Was that... pride?

And then he was speaking.

"Nice."

Zim watched as Gaz won the battle and the war. A strange feeling settled inside his stomach after watching Tak lose.

He'd been so mad at Gaz when she'd refused to listen to him, but now something else was replacing that rage. Something that he couldn't quite understand.

He watched as she turned to leave. But then, suddenly she turned around, looking for something. Well, someone. And he knew exactly who.

Zim moved towards the front of the crowd, making it easier for her to spot him. She stood only a few mere feet away from him.

She gazed at him. He met her eyes, daring her to break the eye-contact between them. She didn't, but she seemed surprised at something. Zim felt the edge of his lips curl up into something that could almost be classified as a smile- or a sadistic smirk, in the very least.

"Nice," he heard himself say, to his utmost surprise. He hide it well.

Her eyes widened.

Why had he said that aloud?

She closed her eyes once again, shaking her confusion off coldly. "I'll care about your opinion when pigs fly."

Zim smirked; always pigs with this girl.