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Megami Joushou	By : ladylaguna Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Het- Male/Female Views: 3967 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As Vermeil's unconscious body slid down to the floor, Meg fell back against the wall. What had she just done?

Tak came into the hallway and quickly pushed Megami away from him. "Good job! Now you have to go. He won't be out for long."

Guilt and fear welled up inside Megami and she was ushered along to hallway towards the docking station. "He didn't fight back. All he wanted to do was talk to me..."

"So he didn't want to hurt you. You were still useful to him? Or maybe he had a soft spot for you. So? You used it. You obviously had a soft spot for him and HE used it." She was probably right. They were shortly standing before a small purple ship. "Like it? It's mine. But I'll let you borrow it-- only because your dad paid for it." Climbing up into the cockpit as the glass cover slid open, she barked, "Computer! Set course for Destination 1903."

A digitized voice sounding much like her own replied, "Setting." Boy, she sure did love herself... Megami didn't know if she could stand having her own voice talk back when she was flying a ship.

Tak came back to the ground and wagged a finger at her. "This is a very special place that is largely untouched by Interplanetary Federation rule. There are very few laws there, except for ONE: Irkens are not allowed." She gestured to her ship. "My ship utilizes Irken technology but it's unlike any other ship in the universe, so you should be able to dock there with no trouble. Not to mention that I have special priviledges. However--" She pointed to GIR, who was just meandering through the door of Vermeil's ship with Mimi in headlock. "--You'll have to leave the SIR unit at the door."

"Okay," Megami answered, quietly. The events of the last half hour were still rolling furiously around in her head. "Thank you, Miss Tak..." After looking over the slick little ship, she asked, "Why... are you doing this for me?"

"Because I owe your dad a lot, and he would be very interested in seeing you." Putting her arms on her hips, she asked, "So the humans never told you about your parents? Sad."

Megami shook her head. "No... I... wish I knew why."

"Humans are different from Irkens in that they have these silly things called 'Morals,'" Tak explained. "I'm sure sometime in their past, those morals were very useful to them... They're barbarians, after all. But as time passed they got all mixed up... And they were doing the wrong things for the right reasons. Or vice versa."

"Destination set."

"Alright! Up you go!" Tak cried, pushing Meg toward the ship.

Refusing to be pushed initially, Meg turned to Tak and asked, "Wait... What do I do once I get to this place?"

"Well, I thought that was obvious. Find your father."

"But--I don't know his name! Or what he looks like!"

Sighing, Tak stated, "Oh, yes... I'm sorry, but it would probably be in your best interests that you didn't know. If Vermeil caught wind of it, he would most certainly try to take advantage." Looking at Megami's worried expression, she cried, "Don't worry! The moment your father sees you, he'll know who you are. You don't look much different than you did as a child. I've seen pictures." An arm emerged from her Pak, holding a card. "I almost forgot-- you said you don't have any money, so here's a VIP pass. It'll get you in for free. Won't get you any food or drink, though. Sorry."

Finally, Meg allowed herself to be pushed into the ship. GIR finally let Mimi free and jumped into the cockpit with his master. "Byeee!" he bellowed as the lid shut itself. Tak waved and ran to the doorway of the docking area.

"Uhh..." Megami looked down at the instrument panel and saw a large red circle on the main screen. In large Irken letters, it said, "Take off." "Well, then..." she pressed it, and off they took.

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When Vermeil came to, the Irken bitch was standing above him, smiling viciously. For a moment, he was in too much pain to move. He had a mouthful of blood, but he didn't dare let her see him spit it out, though he would have liked to do so on her shoes. Swallowing it (and possibly a tooth), he glared up at her.

"Busted you in the chops, huh? You're lucky that's all she did."

Sitting up stiffly, Vermeil growled, "Go to hell."

"Oh, don't be so self-righteous. Like you didn't bring this all on yourself?" Seeing that Vermeil was looking curiously about, she chuckled, "Meg's gone. You've missed her by quite some time."

He stood. "Are you not Irken? Why would you keep me from getting my revenge?"

"Megami's father has done a lot for me. The Irken race hasn't. So to whom do I owe loyalty?"

"Your own fucking people." He began to walk away, back toward his ship.

Following him a few steps, Tak barked back, "I see. So is that why you continued trying to kill that girl's parents, even after you had obviously become so smitten with her?"

Vermeil looked back. "Why did you continue pretending to be an Invader, even after you missed your Evaluation?"

Stopping in her tracks, Tak answered, "Touché." As Vermeil entered the door to the docking area, he heard her say, "But I smartened up. You didn't."

As he boarded his ship, Vermeil rubbed his sore jaw. Whether or not he had smartened up was irrelevant. Megami had shunned him, and for good reason. All he had left was his mission... And he realized that he did have to complete it, because he WAS the sole carrier of his parents' legacy. They did love him. They had tried to protect him, and he owed them this. Even if he didn't want to do it.

Making his ship launch, he began to search the cache for any remnants of GIR's interference. Using whatever he could grab from the stupid robot would make it easy for him to tail Megami, searching GIR's signal... No matter what ship they were on, all he had to do was access the control panel ONCE.

In the end, it was Megami herself that caused GIR to access the system. After half a day of listening to him sing without any means of escape, she lost her patience.

"You have some movies stored on your harddrive, don't you?" When he nodded, she cried, "Let's watch one!" He plugged his little chest into the computer and a menu popped up on the overhead display.

Moments later, Vermeil got a hit on his own computer. "Jackpot," he murmered as he quickly downloaded all the info he could. After getting data from the autopilot, he laughed. "Kharna. I should've known, after they stopped accepting Irkens..."

His only problem then was finding a non-Irken ship to pilot there... And time was of the essence. He searched for anything nearby and found a refueling station only a short way offcourse. Stabilizing his ship and cloaking it, he put it into sleep mode and jumped into a Voot.

Luckily for Vermeil, neither the station nor any of its customers were very heavily armed. So far out in space it wasn't common to see pirates. Quickly jumping from his Voot, he ran up behind an unsuspecting Blob and hissed, "Let's trade ships."

Turning, the Blob found himself facing an Irken with a laser pistol. "And if I don't want to?"

"I'll take this one from you anyway," Verm replied, perfectly calm and cordial. "And maybe I'll shoot you. Nobody's going to stop me. Look at them all." The clerk at the sales counter was beyond earshot and not paying attention. The few others refueling pretended to mind their own business.

Finally, the Blob stepped aside and let Vermeil into his cockpit. Tossing a little bit of Federation money into the Blob's hands, he said, "I thank you, my good man." Then he was gone.

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After two days of travel Megami was about to lose her mind. The ship was so small that she could barely stand or walk around, and the chair was mildly uncomfortable. She almost cried with relief when she spied a grey speck in the distance.

"Computer, is that our destination?" she asked.

"Affirmative."

"Yaaaaaay!" GIR screamed, waving his arms. "I want to get a burrito!"

Sadly, Megami said, "You can't, GIR. You're an Irken robot so you have to stay on the ship."

"Awwwww...." He tapped his forehead and squinted his eyes. "Wait! What if I wear my disguiiise?" The top of his head flipped open and he pulled out a hideous green dog suit. He slipped it on and wagged his little black tail.

She couldn't help but think he looked cute... Like a little stuffed animal. What would the harm be in bringing him if he looked like that? "You promise to keep the costume on?"

"Oooooh yeah whens I lived on Earth with Master me an' him we always wore disguises. Uh Huh."

Recalling the photograph she had seen of Zim with the ugly black wig, Megami giggled. "Okay."

They finally landed and Megami, holding GIR firmly in her second set of arms, cautiously set foot on the warm metallic flooring. Thousands of ships and hundreds upon thousands of alien creatures were milling around. Further down, her eyes spied what had to be the front door of the complex. It was huge, red and shining with thousands of small twinkling lights. A neon sign glowed above it, with the word "Kharna" written-- in Roman letters!

"This looks like a casino..." Megami breathed, slowly taking her first steps towards the entrance. Excitement was building inside her... But with all of these creatures here, how exactly was she supposed to find her father?

A very large alien stood before the door, arms crossed. Megami surmised that he must be a guard. Pulling out her VIP card, she croaked, "I, uh... can I come in, please?" After looking at the card, he nodded curtly and pushed open the door.

Beyond the door was a vast Entryway, with staircases winding every which way, leading to places that looked in some ways lavish, in others seedy. A directional sign hovered above it all, flashing in many languages, pointing to all of the doors.

"Big Club... Dinner Time... Entertainment House... Where am I supposed to start?" Megami whimpered.

Wiggling, GIR cried, "Dinner Time sounds good ta me!"

"Singing auditions will be starting soon!" a small, thin creature crooned from a few feet away, at the top of the first set of stairs.

"Oooo, singing!" Megami cried, running over to him excitedly. "Excuse me... What are the auditions for?"

Looking up at Megami, it replied, "Ninnehla is retiring soon, and Big Club needs a new feature singer."

"I want to audition!"

A buglike creature that appeared to be female came up from behind. "I will show you to the audition room."

Following eagerly behind, Megami relished in her good fortune. If she could become a feature singer, it would be much easier for her father to find her, right? "Isn't this exciting, GIR?"

"Ah guess," GIR sighed. "But I liked Dinner Time better."

They were ushered into a small room where about ten other creatures sat, waiting around a small stage. Most of them appeared to be female, with a couple of males mixed in. Sitting gingerly on a chair next to someone that looked like a purple bird, Megami squeezed GIR tight and hoped she was doing the right thing.

One other girl was shown in after Megami, and just as she was sitting down the lights in the room dimmed. A door opened in the back of the room, and from it emerged a tall, thinnish creature that had crystalline blue skin. A large alien that looked like a warthog came through behind her, closing the door and standing next to it. Another guard.

The woman wore a long silky dress that trailed the floor behind her, trimmed with thousands of tiny crystals. Atop her head was a sort of gold headdress that flowed behind her and ended about at her waist. Her eyes were very dark, almost black, tipped with long, curly lashes. As she stepped onto the stage, many of the creatures in the room let out audible gasps.

"Good evening," the creature said to everyone, looking about. Her voice was deep and throaty, almost bubbly. It sent a chill down Megami's spine for some reason, and everyone else seemed to be affected as well. "As I'm sure you all know, I am Ninnehla. And I will be overseeing tonight's auditions." Stepping back, she pointed to the stage. "There will be no musical accompaniment; I just want to hear your heavenly voices! Sing whatever you wish to sing."

"Just remember that she is the Don's consort," the guard called. "And if you offend her, your offense shall be punished appropriately."

Laughing, Ninnehla turned to the man. "You're going to scare them more than they are already!" Looking over everyone again, she asked, "Any questions?"

"I didn't know you'd be here tonight!" one participant cried. "I'm your biggest fan, Ninnehla!"

Her small, sensuous mouth twisted into a mischevious smile. "Are you just puffing me up so I'll judge you favorably?" Everyone laughed, including the woman who had just spoken. Though Megami thought it sounded more like a polite laugh than anything. She really seemed to be a beautiful, good-natured alien, however. She probably had a lot of people that would do anything to please her.

"We'll start with you and go toward the left," she said, pointing at someone across the room from Megami. That would place her toward the end of the auditions.

The first woman was terrible, though Megami wondered if maybe that was considered "singing" in her alien language. Who knew? Because Ninnehla didn't betray anything as she stood, watching patiently. The second participant was male, and he had a very soulful, deep baritone. Thinking he sounded wonderful, Megami studied Ninnehla to see if she reacted... But she didn't. If she was a stage performer, however, she was probably very good at pretending.

In almost no time, it was Megami's turn. She hadn't even decided on a song yet... She sat GIR in the chair and patted him hard on the head in a gesture that meant, "STAY." Nervously, she stepped up on the stage and finally decided on an old song that had migrated from Earth.

"Sometimes, I feel the fear of... uncertainty, stinging clear...
And I can't help but ask myself how much
I'll let the fear-- take the wheel and steer.
It's driven me befoooore, and it seems to have a vaaaague,
haunting mass appeal.
But lately Iiii'm beginning to find that Iiii...
should be the one behind the wheel."

Before she knew it, she became lost in the song, closing her eyes and busting the refrain out of the depths of her gut.

"Whatever tomorrow brings,
I'll be theere! With open arms and open eyes, Yeah...
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there... I'll be thee-ee-ere..."

Just like that she stopped and looked around. Giving Ninnehla a little curtsy and whispering, "Thank you," she returned to her chair.

The last couple of women performed. The final, who had also been the last in the room, was pretty good. When she was finished she smiled and bowed deeply. When it was all over, Ninnehla stood in the center of the stage and looked everyone over. Smiling serenely, she said, "Thank you so much for sharing your talents with me. But as you all know, only a few are really cut out for this kind of work..." Everyone stared intently as she took a breath. "But you don't want to hear all of that, do you? You just want the results. Everyone I point out gets to stay. The rest of you must leave and bone up on your singing..."

She pointed to the man Megami liked. Then... she pointed to Megami. Squeezing GIR, Meg smiled. Lastly was the girl who had performed at the end. The other disappointed creatures left the room and the lights came into full brightness again. "Now is the final exam," Ninnehla said to the three of them. "You will have to perform a song of your choosing onstage at the Big Club, and the crowd will choose which of you, if any, are fit to take my place." Pointing at a clock on the wall nearby, she continued, "The performances shall be at 1800 sharp. First come, first serve, and if you don't come at all then your chance is lost. The Don will be watching, so do your best!" She smiled and began to leave the stage. "Good luck!" Ninnehla then left with the guard and the three of them were alone in the room.

"Where did you learn English?" the man asked Megami incredulously.

Blushing, Megami answered, "It's... my own language. I was raised on Nirvana, the human colony."

"Oh, man!"

"Um... Why do you ask?"

"You don't know?" the woman spoke up. "Ninnehla has been studying the English language. She loves it. The Don speaks English!"

Shifting uncomfortably, Megami said, "Well... That shouldn't make much of a difference. I mean, it's about how WELL we sing, not what we sing, right?" They probably figured she had an unfair advantage and wouldn't have been picked otherwise... Oh well. It's not like she was actually looking to become a singer there. Her only goal was to meet her father!

"If I could learn English in two hours, I would," the man replied to her question. "But since I can't, I'm going to go have a stiff drink or three. Good luck, ladies..." After that, he left.

Putting her hands on her hips, the girl asked, "Are you going to wear that when you sing?"

Looking down at her own garb, Megami felt awkward. In a tunic and capris, compared to the girl she was pretty modest... The girl had very light orange skin that she showed quite a bit of. Her semi-humanoid form was clad in a dark leatherish dress that had a deep "v" between her four breasts, ending just below her behind.

"I... don't have anything else to wear," Meg answered.

"Well, that can't do at all!" the girl cried. "This is a club job we're talking about here. You have to have some appropriate club wear." Putting an arm around Megami's shoulders, she said, "I have some clothes you can borrow."

Smiling, Megami chirped, "Really? How nice of you!"

Vermeil was doing a costume change of his own as his stolen ship neared Kharna. As he figured, the Blob had a couple of clothing changes stored away... Blobs were notorious for getting horrible food stains on whatever they wore. Though they smelled a little musty with a hint of grease, they were the best thing he had to work with. In a short period of time, he was able to modify a shirt and jacket into a sort of hooded cloak that completely covered his body down to the knees. His eyes were all that could be seen, and that certainly wouldn't be enough to give him away, would it?

Landing as close to the door as he could, he paid the ridiculous cover charge with almost the entirety of the money he had remaining. Stepping inside, he tried hard not to feel overwhelmed. The place was massive! But surely there weren't many Meekrob around; Tenn had told him before that they typically kept to themselves, staying on their own planet. If he could feel out any Meekrob energy, it was sure to belong to either Megami or her father...

Stopping a random person walking by, Vermeil asked, "What's the best place to be seen around here?"

"There are some performances going on at the Big Club right now... Their star performer is retiring and they're looking for replacements."

"Thanks," Vermeil answered, making up his mind to search there first.

Meanwhile, Megami was watching her female friend perform from the left side of the stage. The man had gone first, though he was so drunk that his song was incredibly mangled. The girl, who she had learned was named Negna, was doing very well. The audience was roaring as she danced, shaking her tush seductively... She was definitely meant for the stage.

Scanning the crowd, Megami tried to find anyone that looked remotely like her. There were a lot of bug-like aliens, for sure, but none of them had two legs and four arms like her. Obviously her bug-like qualities had come from her Irken half. Her other half... she wasn't so sure. If she was a mammal, she couldn't find anyone mammalian in the crowd, either.

Negna had made her look pretty sexy, she thought... She was wearing some blousy see-through pants like a gypsy would wear. On the top, she only had black crosses covering her nipples. Hopefully she wasn't dressed in too risque a fashion for someone that was trying to meet their dear old dad... Hopefully if her father saw her like this he would understand. She squeezed the necklace dangling around her neck. Negna had given it to her with a smile, saying that it was a good luck charm that had worked for her in the past. It was very pretty... A round silvery disc with some sort of insignia carved into it. Megami certainly was lucky to have met someone so generous... After confessing she had spent most of her life on Nirvana, Negna gave her some pointers on how Kharna worked and what kind of things the patrons there liked.

The club was huge, the size of an auditorium, with thousands of people on the floor around the stage, which was about 6 feet high, dancing drunkenly to whatever music they were given. Above it all was a balcony, stretching across the broad side of the wall with tables and booths placed at intervals. There was where Vermeil could be found, squinting through the dim light at everyone sitting there. After going from table to table and staring at nearly a hundred aliens, he began to feel something... Was it a throb of that familiar power...? Yes, yes, he was sure of it.

After finishing her song, Negna took some bows and blew some kisses. She walked offstage, whispering "Good luck!" to Megami as she passed. A technician gave her a headset with a microphone attached and she put it on.

Taking a deep breath, Megami asked, "Ready, GIR?" She thought it might appear weird that she had a little green dog singing accompaniment and playing her music, but the place was full of people with eyes for heads. Walking out with GIR following shortly behind, she looked over the crowd and took a deep bow. And so she began...

"If.... you leave me... here today,
Black as My Heart Is,
You'd never miss me anyway
So just let me go--"

The music broke in and she began to dance with all her heart.

"Youweretheonethatscarredme
I deserve it, I deserve it, I deserve it
you say
Youweretheonethatbeat me up, beat me up,
tossed me... Tossed meee... You tossed me away
Threw me Down
Used me Up
Took me Back
I've had enough!

If you leave me here today,
Black as My Heart Is,
You'd never miss me anyway
So just let me go!

Can you not hear the words I say?
Black as My Heart Is,
You'd never listen anyway
So just let me go..."

A spiky black head loomed just steps away from Vermeil... Tightening his fists, he planned his approach. The Don was just sitting there, talking with an associate it seemed, not at all concerned with any of the goings-on around him. A Crystalline female was sitting beside him, though she was so enraptured by the stage performance that she wasn't on guard either. Most of the bouncers were down on the floor, patrolling.

It was then that Megami's voice reached him. Though she was hard to see clearly at the height of the balcony, he could hear her song booming over the sound system, see her little wings glistening in the light as she gyrated. He stood for a moment, looking down, feeling despair squeezing at his chest.

Suddenly, an eight-foot-tall alien reached onstage with his meaty paws, grabbing one of Megami's arms. She continued singing, pulling hard to get away from him... Another hand from nearby shot out, grabbing at her leg, and then she started to panic. It was clear that she was trying not to compromise her performance as she didn't yell or scream. Nobody in the club seemed to think the assault was out of the ordinary. Vermeil knew her well enough to know, however, that she wouldn't deal well with such an occurrance. The meaty creature grabbed her breast and she squeaked in fear.

"...fuck," Vermeil hissed, turning and jumping over the edge of the balcony down to the floor. If nobody else was going to help her, he would have to... He stumbled as he hit the ground, immediately breaking into a run, pushing people out of his way as he tried to reach the stage.

At this point, Megami gave up trying to be professional and started to scream. "Stop! Stop! Let me go!" Turning helplessly back to GIR, who was still playing music without a care in the world, she cried, "Help me, GIR! Please!" She sobbed, pushing on the meat-man's forehead with a tiny foot. GIR's eyes glowed red and he ran up to Megami, pulling on her other leg as a sort of means of getting her to safety. It was more of a hindrance than anything, however, and Megami fell back on her duff.

In an instant, Vermeil had jumped on the huge man's back, punching him in the head. "Let go of her, asshole!" he growled.

The man reached a hand back, trying to snatch Vermeil off of him, but kept his first paw firmly clamped onto Meg's hand. As they struggled, she slid further down the edge of the stage until her legs were all that could touch it. Screaming, she grabbed wildly for the stage, GIR, anything she could.

"She's just a whore! This is what she wants! Leave me be!" the man answered, trying valiantly to grab Vermeil as he continued to wail on him. Verm's blows weren't doing much harm, but at least he was succeeding in distracting him. Finally, he let go of Megami and she skittered back, sitting and watching in terror as events unfolded before her. The crowd had been beaten to a froth, looming over the fight and shouting encouragement. Lost in his rage, Vermeil continued attacking.

One of the meat-man's companions, who had also tried to grab Megami, jumped at Vermeil and tried to pull him off. As the alien grabbed Verm's cloak, meat-man turned, causing the material to rip. Verm let go, trying to keep his disguise from falling free, but it was much too late.

Silence fell over the club as Vermeil dropped down to the floor, his cloak totally removed.

"Vermeil!?" Megami cried, her horrified voice echoing around the room.

From nearby: "IT'S AN IRKEN!"

There was a deafening roar as everyone on the floor descended on him. Megami, panicked, reached down and pulled Vermeil onstage. They moved to exit on the right, but suddenly every means of escape was blocked. People began to throw their food and drinks. Wild beams of laser fire zoomed past at one point; thankfully the wielder of the weapon was stopped, as innocents could have been injured in that situation. Kicking wildly at anyone that tried to come onstage, Vermeil and Megami backed into the rear curtain.

Just as quickly as they had come, everyone surrounding the stage backed away when three armed guards much like the one with Ninnehla came to the scene. From above, a black mass swooped down and landed in the middle of the stage.

As he stood, Megami felt as if the world were dropping out from underneath her. He was tall, lean, muscular, and his left arm was composed of some metallic material. His head was covered in spiky black hair, with a singular scythe-like piece swooping backwards. He was human. He had brown eyes.

He was Dib! There was no mistaking it.

Choking momentarily, Vermeil went to run away. But Dib easily caught him with the metallic arm, holding his face in the palm of his hand. Grabbing at the wrist and kicking his feet, Vermeil swore. The attack legs emerged from his Pak, but as they dove in for Dib's head a dome of blue energy surrounded him, and the legs shattered into pieces.

"Cute," Dib growled, "But I'm not so easily subdued as you may remember." He threw his arm out to the side, sending Vermeil flying. He hit the wall and fell hard on the floor, unconscious.

Megami gasped as she felt hands grab her own, pulling them behind her and cuffing them. Two long steps and Dib was before her, peering at her through narrowed eyes. Bending down, he grabbed GIR by the head and held him up in the air.

"Heheheeheeeee!" GIR squealed, flailing. Dib took the robot's body in the other hand and twisted his head to the side with a loud "pop." GIR stopped functioning. Tossing the robot carelessly at the same guard who had Megami, he said, "Take all three of them to my lounge. I'll deal with them there."

The guard tossed Megami over his shoulder easily, holding GIR in the same hand. Putting Vermeil under his other arm, he turned to leave the stage. Dib faced the audience, held up his hands and yelled, "Calm down! Calm down, all of you, or I'm closing the bar for the evening!" as the guard turned and obscured him from Megami's view.
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