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Iz Moth (Uncensored and Complete)	By : PsychoHanyo Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 3716 -:- 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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Disclaimer: I own nothing outside of the Mask and Krill. Invader Zim and all related places, species, planets, names, characters, ideas, and technology belong to Jhonen C Vasquez. I make no money off of this.

000

School came around much too quickly for Dib. He was sitting on a bench outside of the school, surrounded by all of his friends except Torque. Torque had said he was going to wait for Zim a couple blocks away from home so he could walk him to school again. It seemed the two of them were becoming friends, but Dib doubted it. As soon as they reached Skool, Zim would offer Torque a thanks and a nod, then go over to his friends with his head down, and Torque would join Dib and the others. Hardly a friendship if Dib ever saw one.
“How long is he going to wait for Zim?” Zita was getting a bit impatient, checking over her shoulder for her boyfriend every couple of minutes.
“Who knows?” Dib shrugged. “He just doesn’t want Zim to get jumped again. It’s probably his parents’ idea.”
“Dib has a point.” Jessica nodded, filing her long nails.
“There they are.” Rob nodded to the gate. “We can ask him ourselves.”
Sure enough, Torque and Zim were walking into Skool grounds together. Zim said something to Torque, which made Torque nod and smile. Not even a moment later, Keef ran over, said something excitedly to Zim, and then yanked him away by the hand. Zim stumbled to catch his footing. Dib watched the two of them until he felt someone lightly slug his shoulder.
“You were so checking him out.” Torque chuckled. “Maybe Keef’s right about you, after all.”
“He’s not.” Dib shook his head. “I just feel sorry for Zim, being dragged around like that by Keef all the time.”
“Sure you do.”
“So how was your guys’ date?” Brian asked, looking between Dib and Sara.
Like Dib had promised, the two of them met at a new club a few blocks down the road from Sara’s house and hung out like a date. Truth be told, Dib had fun, but being with Iz was so much more…rewarding, he guessed was the word. Even while Dib was dancing and joking around with Sara, Iz never left his mind. Dib’s mind had wandered to Zim a bit too. Did Zim go out to clubs? Dib shook his head clear of the thoughts and turned back to the conversation, considering that the others were eagerly waiting for his answer.

000

“Dib was so watching you!” Keef squealed to Zim as they sat on a picnic bench.
Zim assumed the club had long ago claimed it as their own, before he came around, as no one else was ever sitting there.
“So what?” Zim asked. “I was with his friend.”
Gaz snorted, not looking up once from her game. “He was watching Zim because you like to make a spectacle of yourself.” She nodded her head in Keef’s direction.
Keef gasped and put a hand on his chest. “I do not make a spectacle of myself!” He seemed shocked. “How could you even think that, Gaz?”
“You’re making a scene.” Gretchen nervously looked around at the other high-schoolers. “Keep your voice down!”
Keef looked around and noticed one group in particular watching. He waved his hand in an overly-exaggerated wave. They all turned around and most of the other kids went about their business. Dirge looked up shyly.
“I could show them my webbed-toes.” He said. “Then they’d ignore Keef for a bit.”
“Webbed…toes?” Zim wondered.
“I was born with webbed toes, like a fish boy.” Dirge said. “Do you want to see?” he opened one eye wide and stared at Zim.
“Uh…no, that’s okay.” Zim denied. “Thanks for the offer, though.”
“You have to stop offering to show people that.” Gaz sneered. “No one really cares.”
“Anyway, you silly gooses, let’s get back to business here!” Keef clapped his hands. “Now, our club’s classroom is currently being repainted. We need to have the meeting somewhere else this week. Any ideas?”
“We could go to the park, get some sun.” Gretchen offered.
“Naw, too many people.” Keef said. “We don’t want our big plans to be known until next week. Anyone else?”
“Can’t be my place.” Gaz said. “Dib and his losers hang there every day and they’d only get in our way.”
“My parents said they don’t want the…ahem…” Melvin cleared his throat. “Q-words and f-words at our house.”
Keef shook his head. “When will people learn to be more open minded? I mean, it’s not like they can catch homosexuality and bisexuality.” He sighed.
“If it can’t be public, can we just use another classroom?” Dirge wondered.
Keef shook his head. “I asked the Principal that, but he said no.”
“We can go to my house.” Zim offered.
Everyone looked at him. “Oh, but, Zim! You’re our new member! We couldn’t possibly ask you to do that!” Keef said, though he did sound hopeful that Zim would follow through.
“It’s fine.” Zim shrugged. “I live alone anyway, so we’ll have the house to ourselves.”
Keef squealed and hugged Zim.
“Thank you so much, buddy!” Keef said, nuzzling Zim’s head. “I’m going to pick up some stuff from the store after school and we’ll have a huge welcome party for you, too! How’s that sound?”
“Can I help you, Keef?” Gretchen wondered. “I know a couple CDs we could get.”
“Wonderful!” Keef said with a nod. “We can all go!”
“Uh…my place is a bit messy, I’d better go home and clean.” Zim said. Really, he needed to hide anything that was even remotely Irken.
“Okay.” Keef smiled. “We’ll do the shopping and meet at your place. Four-ish?”
“That doesn’t give us much time to shop.” Melvin shook his head.
“But the meeting has to be today, and I have an 8 pm curfew.” Keef said. “It can’t be too late.”
“A four hour meeting is just fine.” Gaz rolled her eyes. “Too long, if you ask me. Is five okay, Zim?”
“Sure.”
Keef grabbed Zim’s hand and pulled out a pen. He wrote a phone number down and his name. “Call my cell when you’re done. Maybe you can shop with us after!”
“I…uh…sure.” Zim said. He could use his Irken phone, but he was outside his true calling area, so it might not work. “If I don’t call, just assume I’m done and come on over.”
The school bell rang before anyone could say anything more.
“Pooy!” Keef complained, folding his arms over his chest. “Ah, well, we can talk more in lunch.”
Zim held out his hand as Keef jumped off of the bench, knowing the redhead would grab his wrist anyway. Keef did, and dragged Zim off into school, the others in tow.

000

Zim yawned and supported his head in his left hand as his math teacher droned on about the next exam. He didn’t really care. Smeets knew this stuff. It was elementary, literally, to him. Zim snuck a glance out of the corner of his eye at Keef, noting that the redhead wasn’t paying attention either. He doubted anyone was, but out of the corner of his other eye he saw Dib scribbling on a piece of paper. He was probably taking notes. Personally, Zim thought he was smart enough to pass a test without notes or studying, but that wasn’t something he was going to admit. Zim’s mind drifted to Moth. Moth had said he went to the same school. What was he doing now? Could he have been in the room? He had black hair, that’s the most Zim remembered. He hadn’t been paying much attention to Moth’s eyes, so he didn’t know the color. All he knew was the color of his mask and the way he made Zim feel when they touched. He was also light skinned and about Zim’s height, he remembered that, too. The bell rang and Keef practically dragged Zim up and out of his chair.
“I wanna ask you something.” Keef whispered. “Bye, Mr. C!”
“Goodbye, Keef, Zim!” Mr. C responded with a smile. “Have a good day. And remember to do your exciting parabola homework!”
“Of course, Mr. C.” Zim said. “When we’re not watching math shows on the TV.”
“That a boy!”
Though he’d only been there about a week, Zim quickly learned the inside jokes of his math class and was quite good at dishing them out. Keef pulled Zim out into the hall.
“Can I ask you something?” Keef rocked back and forth on his heels.
“You just did.”
“I’m serious!” Keef said loudly, giggling and lightly slapping Zim’s chest.
“You can ask me a question. Go ahead.” Zim nodded, laughing.
“Are you doing anything on Sunday?”
“Sunday?” At least he hadn’t asked for Saturday. Zim was pretty sure he and Moth would meet up inside The Mask. He didn’t need Keef tagging along.
“Yeah.” Keef nodded.
“Not that I recall.” Zim shook his head. “Why?”
“Well…my family reunion is Sunday and my parents want me to go, but they are so boring! Especially considering that most of my family is considerably homophobic. They said I could bring a friend…would you mind?”
“Your family reunion?” Zim wondered. “I wouldn’t want to intrude.”
“Oh, you wouldn’t be! We’re inviting you!” Keef giggled. “My mom and dad want to meet you, since I told um you’re new to school and all. Please go?”
“Well…” Zim paused. “Can I answer you tomorrow? I have to ask my parents.”
“Zim, you told us this morning that you live alone.” Keef reminded.
“Oh yeah. I did.”
“Hey, you two.” Gaz’s voice said. “I don’t care what date you’re setting up, but you’re going to be late to history if you don’t move your asses.” She didn’t look up from her game as she spoke.
“Oh, dear! That wouldn’t be good at all!” Keef said. “Let’s get going. Thanks, Gaz.” He pulled Zim down the hall again.
“I’d just feel real uncomfortable. This is something for your family.”
“I’d go to yours if you asked me.” Keef pleaded. “Please, Zim? I don’t want to bring anyone else.”
Zim flushed. “Alright, alright. I’ll go.”
“Thank you so much!” Keef pounced on him.
“Ugh, no problem.” Zim said, as he tried to force himself to breathe correctly.
Keef stepped back and giggled before running into the classroom. Zim pulled a bit more air into his lungs before following.

000

Once school let out, Zim found his friends at their usual picnic table. He started to walk over, but someone grabbed his arm. He turned to see Dib connected to the hand on his arm.
“Uh…yeah…?” He wondered.
“My sister told me that the club was going to have their meeting at your house.” Dib informed.
“Uh…yeah.” Zim nodded. “Why? Did you want to come, too?”
Dib flushed. “No.” He denied. “I just don’t know you well enough to let her over there.”
“She’ll be okay.” Zim shrugged. “I won’t let anything happen to her.”
“For your sake, I hope so.”
Zim started to say something, but Keef bounded up the front steps to him.
“Come on, silly! We only have so much time!” Keef said. He noticed Dib. “Are you coming to the meeting, Dib?”
Zim chuckled. “Yeah, right.” He said.
“I have my own meeting today, Keef, thank you. Even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t go.” Dib scowled. “You guys have fun. Keep an eye on my sister.” Dib hopped down the stairs and joined his friends.
“What’s Dib’s problem?” Keef sighed. “I so know he’s gay, so why doesn’t he just come out and say it?”
“I don’t think he is.” Zim shook his head. “He doesn’t seem too interested in guys…”
“Of course not! He’s got that ‘reputation’ of his to maintain. I bet he hides it.” Keef looked around quickly before whispering, “Like you.”
“Shut up, Keef.” Zim pulled his arm away and walked down the steps.
Keef followed him over to the picnic table.
“So what did the King of the School want?” Gaz wondered.
“He doesn’t like the idea of you coming to my house.” Zim responded.
Gaz rolled her eyes. “He can deal with it.” She said.
Zim smirked.
“Alright, so let’s go shopping!” Keef clapped his hands as the others stood.
“I can’t wait!” Gretchen smiled, showing off her braces.
“So what’s your address, Zim?” Keef wondered.
“Uh…” Zim paused. “Can I give you directions from here?”
“Sure.” Keef shrugged, handing Zim a piece of paper and a pencil.
Zim drew the same map the security guard had made for him, having had stored the image in the memory banks of his PAK. He handed it over. Keef raised an eyebrow as he looked it over. “This isn’t directions.” He said.
“Well…it’s easier.”
“You don’t know the street names, do you?” Gaz asked, more of a statement than anything.
“No, I do. I just…”
“Okay, okay, no arguing!” Keef beamed. “Let’s get going. Zim, you head on home and do whatever it is you need to do. The rest of us will go shopping.”
“I don’t shop.” Gaz said. “Zim, mind if I give you a hand?”
“Well…”
“Let him work on his own, Gaz!” Keef rolled his eyes. “Come shopping. Please?”
“Alright, alright, fine.” Gaz rolled her eyes. “See you in a bit, Zim.”
Zim watched his friends leave before exiting the school grounds himself.
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