Invader Zim Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Moon Rising ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Thanks for the love.

As to Iggins, it is something that you will understand over time. Just make your own guesses until you know for a fact.

Dib mumbled to himself as he walked across the carpet. It was about five in the morning, three weeks after the odd exchange that happened between Zim and Gaz. He had decided that it was nothing to worry over and moved on with life. As he poured a cup of coffee he wondered briefly if the Professor had been home. He guessed now once again by the look of the dust collecting on the house lab door. He sat at the table and stared down at the newspaper he had picked up outside before arriving in the kitchen. Gaz wouldn't wake for another hour or so; so he had plenty of time to be alone. He had recently heard from Zita that Gaz was being bullied. At first he had issues believing this. He did recall when she once was the one to stand up for him, so why the sudden change? The sad thing was that is was from the Iggins boy.

He sipped his coffee; he wasn't going to do anything unless he actually saw it happen. Though, this had apparently been happening for years, he didn't want to act without knowing. Turning to the stock page he checked his fathers company and sighed. Up four points. In the history of the company they had never gone down any points.

He downed the last of his coffee and leaned back in his chair until it hit the wall, his legs on the table to stop him from tipping it over. Time to think about the Zim problem. Well, it wasn't really much of a problem. The tall alien loomed over him now, yet didn't to anything but empty threats. The Gir robot had showed up at his house the other day dancing and saying he was bored, then pulling a purple flying moose out of his head. Gaz and simply taken the moose to her room and Gir followed. He wasn't sure if they had left yet.

Zim wasn't taking care of his robot and moose. Dib was bothered by that a bit. Zim always took pride in his possessions and took immense care of them. He must be deep into something. He sat up suddenly. Gir mentioned a date. Zim had a date! Zim had a date! He swallowed.

Gaz slept peacefully with a moose in one hand and a robot at the end of the bed. It took a lot to make her fall asleep, but since these two showed up she fell asleep much better. The clock next to her finally buzzed on at six-thirty. She sat up and turned it off, putting the moose by the robot with its thumb in its mouth. She pulled herself out of her bed and rubbed her eyes before stumbling into the shower room.

After her nice warm shower she moved into her room, throwing on her black shirt with a random white stripe through the middle and black pants with heavy boots. She didn't wear make-up, so other then brushing her long hair she was done. She ran the brush through her hair a few times before leaving the room; making sure to make her bed first. Dib's room was open so she knew he was up, but when she didn't find him downstairs she was confused. After making her a bowl of cereal she fond the floating screen of the Professor enter the room.

“Daughter of mine!” it bellowed. Gaz waved a hand generally in his direction. It was a recording; it was waiting for specific words to proceed.

“Morning,” she said. The screen flew out of the room, maybe looking for Dib if it hadn't found him earlier. Gaz finished up quickly and grabbed her bowl, put it in the sink and rushed upstairs. She got her bag and was about to leave when she stopped to look at Gir. She moved to him and picked up mini-moose, she pressed the right part of his face and his head opened. She put the moose in his head and then stuffed him in her bag. She may as well return him right?

Zim felt like banging his head on an iron that was on high. He had one of those `dates' last night. Not his brightest idea. The girl seemed to be expecting something from him, he had no idea what. During dinner he would talk about himself; didn't girls like that? When he walked her home she just stood there for a long while; again, he had no idea what he was supposed to do, so he just stood there; and blinked. She eventually made this growling noise and went inside. He may need to talk to the Dib boy about that.

He scratched his chin a bit looking into his locker; as he did every day before class. Dib was the definition of a friend. Well, as much as Zim and he would be. They didn't like each other; yet they no longer hated each other. Zim didn't want his death and Dib had realized that Zim wasn't too much of a threat. Zim sighed and shut his locker deliberately. After standing there a few more moments he looked up just in time to catch Gaz stopping in front of his locker. She pulled her backpack to her front and ruffled through it looking for something. He tilted his head to the side waiting patiently.

Gaz made a noise of triumph as she pulled out a sleeping Gir. She held Gir before Zim and stated how he had been at her home for the past few days. Zim looked confused at the robot, “That is where you went.” He said taking Gir and bending down to re-open his locker.

“How was the date?” she asked as he put Gir in the locker. He looked up at her quickly, “Gir told me about it.” Zim nodded and shut the locker quietly as to not wake Gir, though the fact that it was sleeping through a passing period was astonishing.

“I don't really know,” he scratched his head. “She seemed angry with me by the end of the night. I did what people told me and was myself.” He sighed again and looked down. He was indeed becoming more Earthly, or for that matter, American.

Gaz snorted and shook her head at that. “You of all people shouldn't be yourself when dating others.”

“What?”

“People don't know you as well as Dib and I. They only see you in class, when you try to prove how smart; or in other cases stupid, you are. When dating you need to talk equally. Did she get a word in? Did you ask what she liked? Didn't like? That sort of stuff.”

“You don't mind it though.”

“You aren't dating me Zim, and I have known you for years. Besides, I hate that stuff; most girls aren't like me.”

“I could along better with them if they were.” He sighed and walked off to class leaving a confused Gaz behind him.

She sighed. In those porn movies didn't they have dating scenes? She snorted. Nasty movies. How could he watch them? She understood confusion and all but still. Zim of all people should see how wrong it was.

She shifted her backpack onto her back again and walked to her class. Iggins was probably waiting.

She walked into the class with dread, but it was short lived. Iggins was nowhere in sight. She moved to her seat and found a slight amusement that her partner was in fact here today. He nodded at her and put his head back down to `sleep'. She knew he wouldn't sleep; he just did that so they would leave him alone. The teacher sighed in their direction and ran a hand through her hair.

The class bell rang a few moments later.

Dib was proud of himself. He knew one thing about taking care of his sister. She had Biology with Iggins; he also knew Iggins hated the boy she sat by. He bothered Iggins. So he decided to pay the boy 20 dollars to show up to class; not skool, just the class. Though he learned that Iggins wasn't in class today either; something about being sick with a flu? He didn't care, as long as he left his sister alone.

Pulling out his notebook he went over the notes he had taken on Zim over the weekend. He had an out period at the time and was typing away in the library. Lunch was after this class so he should at least work on some things now before other people freaked out. Zita said she might go find him later to talk during this class; he had a feeling she would be putting on more make-up in the bathroom.

He scrolled down a bit to right before Zim stopped plotting. That was a good month or so ago. He arched an eyebrow at that. Two weeks ago; what happened two weeks ago? He put his head on his fisted hand and thought while looking at the blinking screen. He sighed and decided to look back a few weeks.

Zim started trying this new cologne.

Zim is still talking to Gaz to much.

Zim asked me why girls gave him odd looks.

Zim asked about sports and the point behind them.

Zim wasn't at school.

Dib stopped for a bit, he couldn't connect the dots. What had stopped Zim from planning world domination? Dib shut the laptop and put it back in his bag. Think, think, think. He was interrupted a few moments later from Zita sitting in front of him with a girlish laugh. Her purple hair tied back in a blue rubber band; she looked to young to be eighteen. She noticed the look on his face and frowned. “What's wrong Dib?” she asked mimicking his hand on fist. He sighed.

“Something is wrong with Zim, but I can't figure out what it is.”

“Why do you care?”

“Because the world-“ Stopping himself at the odd look he changed the story, “he is my friend, I want to know what is wrong with him.” She nodded and asked how long something has been wrong.

“Two weeks?”

“Uh-huh.” He blew at his long bangs and looked at her.

“Didn't he eat with us a few moments that week? He was asking you something…”

Dib looked up sharply. “I think I know what happened.”

Gaz sat against the wall playing her Game Slave 2; a dark grin on her face. She almost had it beaten. Almost there, she thought to herself. Without her notice a shadow hovered over her. She gasped angrily when the shadow snatched her GS2 away. She looked up sharply ready to kill when her eyes met his.

Iggins!

She found the irony as to how this had happened once upon a time, only at the time she didn't fear this boy. “Gazzy, why haven't you beaten this yet?” He pushed a few buttons and began to play the game. “I am the better gamer anyway.” Gaz swallowed, that voice. That was the voice he used that night. The so sure of himself, the `I can do whatever I want and you can't stop me' voice. He paused the game and looked at her, an eyebrow rising.

“Iggins…”

“Gazzy.” She swallowed, her throat dry. Would he do it again? Would he cause her more pain?

Fine take the damn thing! Just get away from me now! I can't stand you…please…go away.

He seemed to notice the pain on her face and looked as if he was stopping towards her. She almost rejoiced as Zim came up behind him and coughed. Iggins sat up strait and dropped the GS 2 on Gaz's lap, walking away with a laugh. Zim looked at her for a moment before the realization kicked in. He squatted down, hands resting on his knees. He glared for a moment, head tilted, trying to discover what had her so vexed.

“What-“

“Don't. Not here, not know.” She shut the game and stuffed it into her bag, legs drawing up to her chest. She put her head on it and bit her lip demanding herself not to sob. She could hold all the pain in until she saw that boy. That annoying boy. Zim seemed to at least piece together her fear of the boy, but that was the extent of that. He sat next to her, a bit closer then normal, and watched her. Pulling a sandwich out of nowhere he put it in front of her before getting up to find her brother, all the while keeping an eye on Iggins as he ran about with his friends.

Yeah, that is it for now. More later. Whatever you think happened…well that depends on what you think.

Let us just say Iggins is a bad, bad boy.

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