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 |
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PsychoHanyo: Hey there everyone! Time for another update!
Disclaimer: I own nothing outside of the plot, Krill, and The Mask. Invad erZim, Zim, Dbi, keef, and any and all other places, characters, concepts, and species belong to Jhonen C. vasquez. I make no money from this fanfic.
000
About ten minutes later, Zim sat on Charles and the woman’s couch with a hot cup of tea in his hand. The last cop left. Zim hadn’t been able to give much of a description, and he was sure the punks were long gone, but he was more concerned about his squeedly spooch. If it was ruptured, he’d have to go back home. He didn’t have the means to fix it.
“Can we call your parents for you?” The woman asked.
“I’m 19.” Lie. “I live alone.”
“Oh, dear.” The woman shook her head. “Too many babies are raising themselves, these days.”
“My parents passed on.” Lie again!
“Oh, you poor thing!”
“You should stay here for the night.” Charles told him. “We’ll bring you home in the morning.”
“I’d rather not be more of a bother.” Zim shook his head.
“Oh, it’s no bother at all. We’ll just set up the guest room.” She turned to her husband. “Go set up the guest room.”
“By ‘we’, she always means me.” Charles muttered and left the room.
“Don’t worry about him.” She smiled softly.
The front door opened and someone walked in. “I’m home!” Torque’s voice called.
Shit. Torque walked into the room and stared at Zim. Zim realized he must have been a sight, a heavy blanket around his shoulders, bruises and blood on his head, shirt torn a bit, and cup of steaming coffee nestled in his hands. “Hi.” He greeted softly.
“Shit.” Torque cursed. “What happened to you?” He walked over and sat next to Zim. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t think there’s any internal damage.” Zim said. “Just maybe a broken rib or two. But I’ll be fine.” He shrugged.
“He got jumped in the streets.” Torque’s mom, or who Zim now guessed was his mom, informed.
“Shit, man. You see who did it?”
Zim shook his head. “No streetlights, and no moonlight.”
“That really sucks. Are you staying here the night?”
“I don’t want to be an annoyance, I…”
“He’s staying. No one home to go back to.” She stood and left the room. “Excuse me.”
Torque glared at Zim. “Okay, liar. What did she mean by ‘no one to go home to’?”
“I live alone.” Zim looked away. “I don’t expect you to believe that, before you say anything.”
Torque blinked. “You know, not many people talk to Dib like you did at school today.” He smiled. “It’s very ballsy.”
“Thanks…I think…”
“It’s a change.” Torque shrugged. “But, look, don’t do it again, oaky? Dib’s not trying to be mean, he just hates being lied to.”
“I don’t blame him.” Zim shook his head. “I wish I could make it up to him.”
“Don’t talk to him the way you did again, and you’ll be okay.” Torque stood. “I’ll show you to the guest room.”
Zim nodded and stood, depositing the coffee mug on the table and the blanket on the couch. He followed Torque out of the room, slowly and slightly limping.
000
When Zim went to school the next day, Torque was walking with him. Thanks to the fact that Irkens healed very quickly, he was walking the way he had before he got jumped. People noticed he was with Torque and were beginning to whisper. Zim still had a scar above his left eye, which might have caused most whispering.
“Look, I appreciate all of this, and I swear I’ll pay you back somehow, but…” Zim looked to where Keef and the others were sitting.
“Yeah, you’ve got friends here, I know.” Torque smiled. “Look, if everything you told me last night is true,” Zim had told him about his and his mother’s argument, but had left out the illegal items, Krill, and him being an alien, “then I’ll talk to Dib and see if I can get his head out of his ass, okay?”
“It was all true.” Zim nodded. “And thanks.”
Torque nodded and ran off towards his friends, who were waiting at the school steps. Zim walked to Keef and the others.
“Hey, I see you came in with…” Keef’s smile faded. “Oh my god! What happened?”
“I got jumped going home last night.” Zim muttered, looking away.
“Are you okay?” Gretchen asked.
“I’ll be fine.” Zim responded. “I can walk fine now.”
“Now?” Gaz wondered.
“I had a bit of a limp yesterday, but…” Zim paused. “I got hit with something, quite a bit.”
“Oh my.” Another girl covered her mouth. She had dark hair and a brown mole on her forehead. Keef had introduced her as Morla.
“It’s not a big deal.” Zim waved his hand.
“So how’d you end up walking with Torque?” Keef asked. “You guys live near each other?”
“No, we don’t.” Zim said. “I managed to get away and went to an apartment for help. Turns out it was his.”
“Oh.” Keef smiled. “I thought maybe we had a story.” He giggled.
Gaz shoved him sideways. “Knock it off.” She ordered. “Torque’s straight, and so is Zim.”
Zim shifted to his other foot. “Y-yeah.”
“Liar.” Gretchen accused.
“S-shut up.” Zim muttered to their laughter.
“Are you lying?” Gaz questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“No, I’m not, but…if people hear you, they might believe you.”
A dark skinned boy, Dirge, rolled his eyes. “Who cares?” He asked.
“Well…yeah, I guess you have a point.” Zim shrugged as the bell rang.
“Are you gonna be able to play baseball in gym today?” Keef asked. “We don’t want you getting hurt worse playing.”
“Oh, it’s just baseball.” Whatever that was. “How hard can it be?”
000
Dib yawned as his homeroom teacher spouted off information about the next school dance. He’d probably go with Sara…though the idea of showing up with Iz was a bit tempting. Dib chuckled. No one knew he was gay and Iz didn’t know he went to school, or to where. Like that would ever happen. He’d have a better chance at getting Zim to go to the dance with him. Wait. Why did he think that? He didn’t like Zim. Dib looked over at Zim, who was conversing and laughing with Keef and Gretchen in the back corner. There was no way he’d ever ask him out. Why even joke about that? Zim would probably tell Keef, then Keef would tell other people, and then rumors would start. If rumors started, he would trace them back to Keef, then back to Zim, and then Dib would hate him again. After what Torque had said about Zim getting jumped, and the things Torque had told him about his home-life, Dib could understand the whole lying bit. Zim had said that he and his mother had been going head to head about a few things since Zim was about thirteen. Things had gotten to the highest point when his mother grounded him for something that Zim wouldn’t go into detail with. Zim had met this older girl and wanted to hang out with her before she had to go back to her military base, but he was grounded. She had shown up at his house and talked with his father. Thinking his father had checked it over with his mom, Zim had gone out. But his mom hadn’t said it was okay. They got into a huge fight and he just left. Sometimes Dib and his father didn’t get along, but Dib had never felt the need to leave. What had Zim done to get grounded in the first place? Must have been something huge if he hadn’t been allowed to go out and spend time with someone who would soon be gone. The bell rang and Dib gathered his stuff.
“Are you sure Zim hadn’t told you what he’s in trouble for with his mom?” Rob asked Torque.
“No, he didn’t say.” Torque shook his head. “He just said it was no big deal.”
“Must have been if his mom got mad at him for leaving the house.” Dib said. “My dad would’ve let me stay out, if a friend was going away that soon after we met.”
“I don’t really believe him about an older girl, though.” Torque said. “At the most, she was 17.”
“Well, he didn’t say how old, right?” Brian asked.
They all hushed as Zim and Keef left, Zim waving. Dib wiggled his fingers in response.
“No, he didn’t.” Torque responded, not seeming to have noticed Dib’s slightly feminine greeting.
“So older could have been anything between 17 and…ancient.” Rob snickered.
“18.” Dib responded.
“18?”
“He said she was in the military, right?”
“True.” Zita nodded. “My cousin wants to join, but he’s a year too young; He’s 17.”
“So let’s say she was 18.”
“Kids! You’d better hurry along if you don’t want to be late!” Their homeroom teacher informed.
Sara checked her watch. “We have two minutes!” She said.
They ran out of the room together.
000
Zim watched Dib from across the room. He had caught Dib staring at him in homeroom, but Keef had said that that was probably because Torque had told him what happened. Maybe now Dib would be a bit more sensitive about all this stuff. Zim didn’t want to lie to him again, but there were certain things no one needed to know. The whole ‘alien prince’ thing was one of them. Apparently, from the reaction of the kids who had jumped him, being gay was another thing. Zim sighed and looked back at the teacher, noticing Dib’s eyes flicker in his direction. Had he been caught? Or was Dib looking at him for his own reasons? Zim hoped it was the second option. He didn’t want Dib asking him anything, because he didn’t know what he would say as an answer. Why was he so interested in Dib all of a sudden? He had Moth now. Two men at once? Zim never thought he could see himself doing that, but here he was. Well, technically he wasn’t with Krill anymore, and the whole Moth/Iz thing was probably only in the club, so he didn’t really even have one man. Oh well. He liked to think he was a guy magnet. When the bell signified the end of class, Zim took his stuff and waited at the front of the classroom for Keef. Though the boy was a little annoying, and pretty clingy, Zim liked having him around. It was better than being alone.
“Ready for History?” Keef asked, yawning.
“No.” Zim shook his head. “And obviously you aren’t too keen about the idea, either.”
Keef giggled. “I’d rather be home asleep.” He said. “I can’t wait to see how you hold your own in gym, though.”
“Oh, I think I’ll be fine.”
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