Invader Zim Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Moon Rising ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

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

Sorry for the wait; life kicks in now and again ya know?

Dib sighed and rubbed his head. So Zim was trying to understand the whole sex thing. The question was if he was actually doing `it'. Could he? Dib's head slammed down on the dining table. He didn't want to think about that! What about Gaz? What role did she play in all this? He couldn't turn a blind eye to the fact that Zim seemed to see something in her, at least more than most human boys did. That was his main concern. They two hung out a lot; could that mean that they also did it a lot too? He felt a hot rage fill him. If that green punk dared touch his sister…!

He jumped out of his skin as Gaz walked into the house and slammed the door. Their eyes met a moment and he had to ask. “Where have you been?”

“I went to Zim's `base'.” She mumbled walking to the refrigerator and pulling out some milk, the taste of waffle still in her mouth.

“Why did you go there?”

“Cause I wanted to. Why do you care Dib?” Her eye was open a bit as she glared in his general direction and put the milk up after taking a swig.

“Because I care about you,” He looked down at his laptop and started typing. Gaz rolled her eyes, sure he cared but once he voiced it he seemed to move on. One of her eyebrows rose and she moved over to read what he was typing. “A project for my psychology class on the human mind and how it reacts to things. You always assume I am up to something.” He chuckled. She grunted and moved to the stairs. “Going to play your game?”

She just waved a hand at rushed there to do just that.

Dib smiled a bit and exited out of the project. Back to Zim, or the situation that was surrounding Zim. The alien had actually done something so human it scared Dib. He made sure that Gaz actually had left, waiting for her door to slam. It only took a moment before that happened. Pulling out a cell phone Dib called the most reliable source on Zim; Gir.

Dib had given Gir a cell phone long ago, a good year or so. The robot rejoiced at this and had taken to talking on it for hours. And he had a problem with slipping information about his master when talking to anyone; though when he did most didn't have any idea what he was talking about. So now Gir sat on Mini-Moose, who sat on the table, talking on his phone. Gir honestly had no topic today. Something about the neighbors cat and kitty-litter. Dib sighed deeply before inquiring about Zim's heath. That set the robot off on a whole new subject that had Dib typing furiously into the night.

His cell phone rested on the table next to his computer, he hadn't moved all day other then going to the bathroom. Gaz had yet to emerge from her room; though Dib knew that didn't mean she hadn't left. He knew she escaped through her window every now and then.

Dib had pulled up an old file he started years ago on the Irken PAK. He knew that Irken's needed the PAK in order to survive, but according to Gir some Irkens did not require one to function. Skoodge, was the topic that got him going. According to Gir, Skoodge was another Irken being sent to help Zim on Earth. Dib doubted that. They all knew that Earth was an exile planet now, even Zim did. If Dib recalled correctly, which he did, Zim was now more superior because of Earth; and taller. And in the Irken civilization tall was power.

Gir said Zim was trying to discover a way to make it possible to survive without the PAK. To live life without a device that kept it going. Tak had discovered how as well, yet Zim didn't know where to find her. Dib had thought about trying to find it on the ship; yet he didn't think he would have much luck there. Maybe he could ask Gaz…no! He had another issue with her too. He suddenly remembered the fat boy Iggins. That was a much larger issue for him. He wanted to know what that boy was doing! Why he was doing it, and why he had to do it to Gaz. His hand fisted on the mouse. Gaz wouldn't do anything about it, nor had she acted against the boy on it. That was grounds for a thrashing. No one hurt his little sister in any way, shape or form. He rested his head on the edge of the table, mouse still fisted in his hand, and thought hard. What could it be? With a deep sigh he let his eyes close.

Membrane was home, the door shut swiftly behind him. The clock on the microwave indicated that it was around ten p.m. and that was a bit early for the scientist. Dib looked up at his father and smiled. Membrane nodded and scratched his chin as he rummaged through the fridge. “How was work dad?” The man grunted, meaning something bad happened. “Do I need to get you a caffeine shot?” Dib rose to find on in the drawer but Membrane told him no as he sat down with an apple. Dib put it back in the drawer and moved to the chair he just rose from. “What happened? Did Murrey get out again?” Murrey was their test monkey. He currently held twelve different types of diseases, some not yet discovered yet. That poor monkey. Dib had been trying to find a way to kill it, put it out of it's misery, without others finding that is was him; yet he never did. Membrane chuckled.

“Dib,” Dib perked up at that, it was serious if his father used his name. “I need your help.” Membrane looked as if he was experiencing pain by saying that and Dib looked like he would cry. Recognition from the greatest scientist, yet better than that; his own father! Membrane pulled down his collar and bit into the apple. Dib, tugging on his smiley shirt waited patiently for the news.

“Dad?”

“I need your paranormal expertise.”

Dib almost fainted.

Gaz sighed as she climbed the final step to their roof. She had heard Membrane enter the house and had then decided she wanted some air. She had been playing her game for six hours; her eyes hurt really badly. She closed the door behind her as she walked across their flat roof. Well; the side that was flat in the back. She moved to the telescope that Dib stopped using and smiled to herself. She was the only person to ever see her smile. Or Gir; but only because he really did make her happy. She fingered the end and watched the scope move side to side as she pushed and pulled. Her gaze soon moved up to the stars. They lived in the city, if you saw stars at night then there was an electricity problem or blackout nearby. Tonight she saw no stars. Gaz really wondered what was out there. She knew that there was life, not intelligent, but there was life. She wondered what other Irkens, who weren't Zim and Tak, were like. What other aliens looked life. Maybe there was a planet out there were she could fit in.

Her eye found its way into the lens. She moved the telescope about trying to find anything but nothing could be found. Nothing she could find anyway. Dib always found something `cool' within the first few seconds. She stepped back and her stance slouched a bit. She felt empty. Moving a few steps backwards she found the ladder leading to the steeper part of the roof. The area that Dib once listened into space at. He found so many alien signals. Why was it that she didn't find any of this interesting until now? Maybe because she was older, and wondering the same things. She stopped at the edge of the house and sat down, her legs dangling off this end, arms supporting her weight as she leaned back and looked up.

She felt alone, she felt tired, and she felt empty. She bit her lip as she felt her eyes water. “Damnit.” She muttered to herself closing her eyes as a tear slipped out. This wasn't her! Years ago she knew she would grow up to be an evil, horrible girl. Yet karma had come back and bit her before that. For all the terrible things that she did, something just as bad happened to her. Something that scared her forever. Not visibly, but mentally. She pulled her legs to her chest and leaned forward. Her gaze landed on the lawn and the force field around it. “How does Dib do it?” He was treated so badly as a child. He was still treated that way by a select few. “How did Dib do it?” Her head rested on her knees as she let a few more tears fall.

Who would believe that the future Queen of Darkness was crying on her roof of a pained heart?

Gir had gone too far. Zim sat on the couch scrolling through his call log. He had always wondered how Dib knew so much about Zim's personal life and now he knew. Gir, his trusted and most loved sidekick told him! Zim was beyond furious; he was confused. The main reason he took the phone was to call Dib, yet he couldn't do it. Not only because it was ten, but because Dib knew. One of the reasons Dib stopped trying to expose Zim was resting in his black glove. With a final sigh Zim put it on the table by the couch and slouched back. He couldn't worry about that now, he had more issues. The one person who he held higher then his tallest two years ago was in much pain; and they wouldn't tell him why.

Gaz had shown up on his doorstep; and it looked like she was crying. Well, that is what Gir told him at least. Upon stuffing her with waffles she went from sad to sick; fair trade off. Zim mumbled to himself a bit as he watched Gir cry for his phone back. Tonight was his dance night with the men in the white van; he would need his phone. Zim rolled his red eyes and tossed the phone at the robot. Gir delighted and danced a bit before stepping into his suit by the door and stuffing Mini-Moose into his head. He ran out to the van, which was waiting for him, and took off into the night. Somehow, this made Zim feel angry. How dare Gir not at least say good-bye!

Zim would be the last to say it aloud; but he was lonely without Gir or Mini-Moose. It was ten o' clock and he had nothing to do. With a deep chuckle he decided he would make plans for himself. Standing tall he stalked to the closet that the robot-parents once lived. He had put them in the lab for more work a year ago and never gotten around to it. In the closet now rested human clothes. Tossing off his Irken uniform he quickly slipped into some blue jeans and a black T-shirt with a sandwich on it. He looked like a normal teen would dressed like this. He pulled his small computer from his PAK and typed in a few things. His eyes became blue with pupils, his hair grew into it's pony-tail, his hands got an extra robotic finger in the glove, and his skin lost a tad of it's green. He still was green though.

He slipped a jacket over his shoulders and took a step out into the cold air. He waited a moment as his PAK slipped through the jacket and reappeared on the other side, to appear as if he wore a backpack on his shoulders. It was now a deep blue and had straps around his arms to look that way. He set a scowl on his face, a habit he picked up a long time ago from Tak, this tended to scare away most.

He didn't know where he was going; but just like the humans he needed cool air and a long walk to set his head right. And he had so much to think about. He enjoyed watching the humans, he felt an attachment to them now, and he hated himself for this attachment. That was another reason he gave up on this planet. Looking to his left he saw into a window; a family sitting to a dinner. He sneered and walked past. He loved it so much he hated it. He wanted that. He looked to his right. The window on the second floor had a light on and the shadow of a small child watching TV could be seen. He growled at himself. Somehow he ended up at the Dib-beast home.

He stood before it for a short while and stared at the ground, his eyes were glaring at the grass, hands in his pockets. He looked so human at that moment.

His head shot up as he heard a soft noise above him. He paled a bit, a little fear maybe? Gaz was on the roof; crying.

I promise a better chapter next time. Thanks again for the love!