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Iz Moth (Uncensored and Complete)	By : PsychoHanyo Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 3714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim. All characters, locations, and themes thereof belong to Jhonen Vasquez. I make no money off of this fanfiction.

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PsychoHanyo: PsychoHanyo the authoress here. This is the more graphic/uncesnsored version of my fanfiction.net story Iz Moth (Under my penname of Dlbn, by the way). Since most lemons and other things of the like aren't normally on there, I figured I'd post it here. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story except for Krill and The Mask. Anything else (Including characters and places) belong to Jhonen Vasquez.

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A teenage-sized form slipped through the crowded streets of the Capital, keeping silent and to the shadows. His mother’s guards had been following him for about an hour. He had been caught, yet again, sneaking out of his third story bedroom window to go and sell his illegal items to commoners who had ordered things from him. It was never the rich who looked to get his stuff, but rather the poor commoners. He wouldn’t sell his stuff for too much, though he did make quite a profit off of it. He looked back to see if he had lost them, but he hadn’t. They probably wouldn’t have been sent after him if his mother hadn’t caught him making an illegal weapon silencer in his bedroom a week ago. Since then, she had discovered tens of thousands of illegal transactions for illegal items he had created. Zim was determined to continue with what he was doing, no matter what, but he knew there was only so long he could go before getting into real deep shit. Being the youngest prince of the Irken Empire, even if it was through adoption and quite obvious that he could never be the Tallest, had its disadvantages. People thought that the sixteen year old was an easy target for any and all assassination attempts by other Empires, but by all means he wasn’t. He’d practice with his illegal items in the corridors of the Palace basement, teaching himself how to fight. A couple people inched out of his way, barely avoiding getting run over by the boy.
“Sorry!” He called. He may have been on the run, but he was by no means rude.
He knew there was no place safe for him on the planet. His mother’s guards would surely find him; they knew all his hiding spaces. And if there was one or two places they didn’t know, his older brothers, Red and Purple, were sure to know. They weren’t his brothers, but adopted like he was by Tallest Miyuki and her husband, Taller Spork. However, they did have the same DNA donors, since they were twins, a rare occurrence on Irk. And tall, to top that off. Most people didn’t know who their DNA donors were, so it was no surprise to Zim that he and his brothers were all in the dark about their origins. Zim himself had been living on the streets when Tallest Miyuki had spotted him huddling for warmth by a burning trash can. The older people he was with had scattered, but he was only about three and didn’t know that people finding him like that wasn’t good. She had taken him in, though, and called him her son. Red and Purple were about 13 at the time, being ten years older than him. Though they weren’t really related, they were as close as biological siblings.
“Prince Zim!” A guard called. “Come back! You’re not in trouble!”
Zim didn’t fall for that. He reached a ship docking bay about ten minutes from his home and ducked behind the old Voot Runner that he had bought himself a few years ago. The guards ran past him and out of the docking bay, presumably thinking he had darted through to the other side, where the City Limits were. Zim leaned against his ship and caught his breath. His PAK extended a spider leg with a washcloth to wipe his face with. He took it and the spider leg retracted inside. Zim wiped his face and pressed a spot on his PAK, before putting the washcloth back inside.
“Hello, beautiful.” Zim said to the ship. His mother had allowed him to go to the docking bay when ships were for sale a few years ago, and he had fallen in love with the ship. It was old, but it worked. He could make parts to fix it, legal parts which his mom agreed he could make, so he didn’t have to spend much. He didn’t need to go too far from the planet, considering he didn’t have a license yet, so a ship that couldn’t go more than two or three planets out was reasonable. Zim walked to the front and took his keys from his PAK. He hit the unlock button and the ship opened with a ‘woosh’. He put his foot up on the small step to get inside and pushed himself up. He started up the ship and shut the cockpit. He leaned back and closed his eyes. He didn’t know where he would go, but the music coming from the ship’s speakers calmed his nerves. Maybe he was wasting gas, but it wasn’t hard to fill a ship up. He heard a knock on the cockpit and opened one eye. A guard with forest green eyes was standing on the outside of the ship. He sighed and shut the ship off before pressing the release button for the cockpit.
“Found you.” The guard said. “We know your ship, Zim, turning it on isn’t a smart move.”
Zim jumped out of the cockpit and landed on all fours on the ground next to the guard. “I know.” He said. “But I love my ship. Are you going to bring me to the Palace now?” He hit the lock button on his keys before putting them in his PAK.
The guard nodded. “Your mother wishes to speak with you.”
Zim hung his head and sighed. Caught again.

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The guard who had found him escorted Zim into his mother’s throne room.
“Look, if you let me go, I can make it worth your while.” Zim was arguing with the guard.
“Not interested, Zim.” The guard said. “I have orders.”
“Pft, orders.” Zim said. “I can pay you double what mom pays you if you let me go.”
“Nice try.”
Zim groaned. “Please?”
“Zim, stop it, hon.” His mother’s voice told him. “That will be all.”
The guard bowed and took off, Zim sticking his tongue at his back.
“Zim.” His mother scolded.
Zim winced and turned around. “Yes, mother?” He asked.
“You snuck out again, didn’t you?”
Zim’s antennae flattened to the back of his head. “Sorry.”
“Please, just don’t do it again.” She said. “Were you going to sell something you shouldn’t be?”
“No.”
“Come here.” She beckoned him closer with one finger.
He sighed and walked over.
“Open your PAK.”
“But mom!”
“Open.”
Zim pressed the small release button on the underside of his PAK. It popped open and his mother turned him around before sifting through his PAK. He had hidden the thing he had made pretty well, he thought, but that didn’t mean his mother wouldn’t find it. Zim closed his eyes tight when he heard her say ‘aha’. When she shut his PAK and turned him around, he looked at the floor.
“Zim, look at me.” She ordered.
Zim looked up into his mother’s frost purple eyes. She was disappointed in him.
“What is this?”
“It’s a transport device.” Zim said.
“What style is it?”
“Style 76 B.”
“And why was it made illegal?”
“If someone stepped in it and it didn’t register the bio-signature,” A bio-signature was like DNA, but it was harder to replicate. “Then they could be obliterated.”
“Then why, pray tell, did you create one?”
“To sell it.”
“To who?”
“I don’t ask for names.”
She rolled her eyes. “Well, tell your customer that they’re not getting their product. I hope they haven’t paid you yet.”
Zim shook his head. “I don’t ask for payment until they get it.”
“And you’re grounded.”
“What?!” Zim stepped back. “For how long?!”
“I’ll discuss that with your father. For now, you’re not to leave the Palace without a guard or one of your brothers.”
“But mom!”
“No buts.” She shook her head, her curly antennae bouncing. “Now go on up to your room.”
Zim sighed. “Yes, ma’am.” He didn’t argue and trudged out of the room, only to be met by the sight of his brothers sprawled out on the floor.
They must have been listening.
“Were you spying on me?” Zim asked.
Red shook his head. “No.” He said. “We were waiting for you to get in trouble and leave so we could talk to mom.”
“Yeah.” Purple nodded. “Dad wants us to tell her where he went. So how long are you in trouble for?”
“Mom didn’t say.” Zim rolled his eyes. “I know you heard her.”
“Yeah, we kind of did.” Red chuckled. “Hope it’s not too long. There’s a party tonight we wanna go to. I know you’d like to go.”
“You know what mom said. If you two are with me, I can go.”
“She also said to go to your room.” Purple chuckled. “I’d listen if I were you, squirt.”
They both stood and went into the throne room. Zim sighed and headed up to his room.

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