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Being Human	By : RotSeele Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 2485 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Being Human
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 22-Twenty-Two
- 23-Twenty-Three
- 24-Twenty-Four
- 25-Twenty-Five
- 26-Twenty-Six
- 27-Twenty-Seven
- 28-Twenty-Eight
- 29-Twenty-Nine (Epilogue)
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Fifteen - Zim POV
I came to a few minutes later with half the cafeteria hovering around me. Dib was crouched beside me and Seerah had my head in her lap. Lyse stood behind her, like a guard.
“Zeke?” Seerah asked. “Are you okay?”
I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I just nodded. I started to push myself up, but Dib’s hand on my shoulder stopped me. “Just stay still. You hit your head on the table as you went down.”
“I... what?”
“You fainted.” Seerah answered.
I stared at her blankly. I couldn’t have fainted. Couldn’t have. I’d taken care of myself since performing all of the modifications to my body. There shouldn’t be any adverse effects to the modifications. I wonder what the expression on my face was, because Seerah waved everyone back and helped Dib help me stand.
“He’s okay,” she said. “He’s all right.”
“Maybe we should still take him to the hospital.” Dib said. “He could have a concussion.”
“I’ll take him.” Seerah said before I could protest. “Dib, you take his stuff and hold onto it for him.”
“I could-“
“He doesn’t need any more people hovering over him.” Seerah snapped, interrupting Dib. I looked at his face. His expression was a cross between being concerned for me and pissed off with her for ordering him around. I wished I had enough energy to smile. If there was anything to be admired about Dib, it was the fact that he didn’t take orders from anyone, even that stupid little secret society of his.
Seerah and Dib glared at each other. Dib looked away first. “Fine,” he growled. “Fine. But I’ll check on him later.”
“You do that.” Seerah snorted. “Let’s go, Zeke.”
Since she had an iron grip on my arm, I couldn’t exactly protest even if I wanted to. She all but dragged me out of the cafeteria, and out of sight of Dib, Lyse, and the other students that had crowded around to see what they could. When we were far enough away, Seerah let go of me and led me into a quad area overgrown with trees and bushes. She glanced around and then, seemingly satisfied that we were alone, she reached her hand up to one of the many rings in her ears. Her image shook like it had static interference. My eyes widened as the interference stopped.
Seerah looked at me, smirked, and stepped forward. “Like what you see?”
I looked up at her. “You’ve got height on me, but that’s about it.”
“If you can be sarcastic like that, I think you’re fine.” She reached for me and set her palms against my temples. “Close your eyes.”
I didn’t want to. I wanted to stare at her a bit longer. Her true form was beautiful. She had pale green skin and long, shiny white hair. Her eyes were purplish gold and slitted like a cat’s. She still wore her earthling clothes, still had the myriad piercings in her ears, but even still, she looked like a battle-ready warrior. A far, far cry from my kind. I closed my eyes.
“You might feel uncomfortable,” Seerah whispered, “but I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just going to make sure there’s no interocranial damage.”
“You can do that?” I asked.
“I can do a lot of things. Though some things shouldn’t be done in polite company. Now hush.”
I felt pressure against my head, like Seerah was trying to crush my skull with her bare hands. Then the pressure lessened, until I could feel something worming around in my head. And not just my head, but the rest of my body as well. Just as I was about to slap her hands away, Seerah stepped back and touched a ring in her ear. Her human visage flickered on and settled over her true form so seamlessly it made me jealous. A simple little device for her - a lifetime of modification for me.
“Well, your brain isn’t damaged. And you’ll have a nice bruise for a while.”
“Thank you for not making a joke out of that.” I replied dryly.
“I take injuries, real or possible, very seriously, Irken. Or should I call you Zim?”
I flung an earthling curse at her and stared at the tops of my shoes. Seerah, the bitch, laughed at me. Then she sobered. “But you are in some very real danger. I don’t know how many times you’ve modified your body and genetic sequence, but it’s starting to take its toll on you.”
I frowned. “Impossible.” I said. “My calculations are never wrong. I knew all the risks.”
“You aren’t taking into consideration the effects simply being on earth, and eating and drinking earthling foods, have on you.”
That made me pause. Seerah continued, “Your body is adapting on its own to its new environment. Simply put, you’re evolving. You’re speeding up the process with your modifications, and therefore, your body has no time to heal itself.”
I didn’t want to admit that she might be right. I hadn’t eaten anything that matched an Irken diet for a few years now. And despite making myself look more human on the outside, I never considered what toxins in earthling food might to do my insides. I didn’t have the immunities earthlings did, and I certainly didn’t have the gastrointestinal organs that humans seemed so proud of. I looked at Seerah. “So, what?” I asked. “Are my internal organs going to mutate?”
She gave me a long, measuring look. “I wouldn’t say that, but you’re definitely going to want to slow down the self-experimentation.”
“You’re part of a race that hates mine, and you’re giving me advice on how to preserve my own well-being?” I asked, incredulous.
Seerah shrugged. “So what? You’re definitely not like the rest of your kind. They may call you defective, but I call you a step in the right evolutionary direction.”
I just stared at her. What could I say to that? Finally, I shook my head and looked away. Since she started to smile, I guess my expression amused her. “What now?” I asked, growling out the words.
“Well, now I take you back to your dorm and make sure Diblet doesn’t go snooping where he ought not snoop.”
Remembering my own attempts to foil Dib’s snooping (and finding “Diblet” highly amusing) I snorted instead of coming right out and howling with laughter. “Good luck with that,” I said, waving my hand in dismissal. “He’s as tenacious as a dog defending a juicy bone. He won’t give up.”
Seerah shrugged as if she didn’t much care. “I will find a way to keep him busy. Anyway, let’s get you back to your dorm so you can rest. And I highly recommend that you do so.”
There wasn’t much I could say to that in argument, so I gave a noncommittal shrug and followed Seerah back to my dorm. I wish I had realized then how much I was going to hate my life now, and had remembered why I hated having these things called ‘friends’.
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