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Vindicated	By : Marionette Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2117 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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><** Imagine how shit off I was when I realised that chapter one didn’t load the first time!! *kills self in frustration* Never mind, here it is now along with chapter two! Consider it an apology chapter . . . actually don’t. Then I’d have to write chapter three faster.

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Chapter One: Lonely Vigil

Somewhere Around Neptune

“Hey Dwik, we’re getting close to your old planet.”

A smile settled over handsome features. “I’d best go apologise.” a light voice as handsome as it’s owner said amiably. “Set course for Earth.”

“Geeze man. You could at least say please.”

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Somewhere In The American School System

“Dib! Stand and answer the question.” Mz Twisted barked at a student staring out the window at the back of the class.

Dib rolled his gold amber eyes behind his oval glasses and slowly rose to his full six feet three inches. The pryvat skool uniform he wore was immaculate, a fact that provoked the few classmates still brave or stupid enough to tease such a large teen to comment unfavourably. The only non-regulation attire the boy wore were nine silver loops, three in each ear lobe, one high on the left ear, two through his right eyebrow and a silver stud on the inner cartilage of the right ear. Even the small tattoo of a hooded figure with outstretched arms shaped similarly to an ankh on his left wrist was covered by a skool issued watch.

“Hell. The answer is hell.” Dib stated levelly even as the class erupted into excitable whispers.

“The answer to the question: ‘Where is the future of this country and it system of government headed?’ is hell?” Mz Twisted demanded scowling at Dib.

The boy didn’t even flinch. “Yes.”

The scowl deepened momentarily then cleared. “Very good Dib. You may leave early.” the teacher said pointing to the door, the pointer in her hand making a dangerous sound as it cut through the air.

Dib nodded, simply dumping his stuff into his backpack and making a beeline to the door. Once in the hall, the door shut firmly behind him Dib stopped and breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of chalk, decaying text books and unwashed student body. He let the breath out in a long pained sigh, running a hand through his raven hair. The scythe that stood free from the rest of his locks was developing the kink that was as common in Membrane men as pattern balding and seemed to be growing longer no matter how often Dib got it cut.

Looking around the hallway Dib fancied he could almost feel the spirit and life slowly being crushed from the few, the very few, talented unique students that attended Pryvat Hi. He could almost hear the sobs of the socially unacceptable’s hearts, the cracking as they broke and bled the will to live away. Gazing down the hall at the uniform lockers Dib felt his own will to live bleed away, as it did far too often theses days and wondered why he didn’t simply lay down on the floor and die.

Shaking his now ordinarily sized head to clear it of such pointless melancholy Dib walked out of the skool into the overcast sunlight of the day outside. Pausing to stare up and wonder if it would rain and ruin his plans to stargaze, a name he hadn’t thought of for many, many years suddenly leapt at his mind’s eye. Dwik Dwiky.

“Now there’s something long gone.” Dib muttered in his recently acquired baritone. Setting off down the steps Dib cast his mind back almost ten years.

Zim had first arrived to Earth and Dib had been full of zealous optimism, a much better thing to be full of than the tired duty he felt now even if it had made him a tad eccentric. After a particularly pointless Phys Ed lesson Dib had been sent to the councillor’s office, something that had been growing increasingly frequent since Zim arrived. But instead of the tired old man who had worked in the skool system far to long to retain human emotion let alone asses it Dib had found himself before a very young enthusiastic man named Dwiky.

Looking back now Dib could appreciate the man’s beauty. Short trendy hair the same raven colour as Dib’s, emotive blue eyes that seemed to scream care and kindness, a cute little goatee, a golden stud glinting in one ear, the toned body of someone who exercised but didn’t work out. Dib suspected the man had played sport on weekends. Basketball or maybe soccer. But at the time Dib, only eight years old and as hormonally active as a tree stump, had merely seen yet another authority figure to dismiss him as an attention seeker or simply crazy. To his surprise Dwiky had said he believed Dib, had offered to help. To Dib it was like Deux Ex Machina, an angel sent to save him from his lonely vigil.

He had invited Dwiky to a hunt and the two had laid a trap for Zim. While waiting however Dwiky had told Dib that he hadn’t really believed him, he had said so to get Dib to trust him and tell him what the real problem was. That had hurt Dib more than the good councillor could have ever realised.

Dib had grown accustomed to having no one believe him about Zim, about any of his findings. He had even come to accept it, though it hadn’t stopped him from trying to make them see the truth. But what Dwiky had done was given him hope. Hope that everyone wasn’t as stupid as they seemed. Hope that maybe if he could convince one person he could convince another and another until everyone could see what was right in front of them hidden behind a smokescreen of disbelief. Hope that maybe it wasn’t a hopeless cause. A pointless crusade.

But even more than that he had given Dib a companion. Someone Dib could talk to and know he was heard not merely tolerated. A partner to share the burden with, to help and be helped by. And maybe, one day a friend. A real true friend. Then he had taken back those sacred words more important to Dib than ‘I love you’. He had slapped Dib with cruel ignorance then cut him with false understanding. He had killed a large part of the boy and bruised what remained.

“’I believe you.’” Dib muttered to himself ten years later when the pain of that day was distant but biting, like a deep scar throbbing below his chest. The teen snorted his lip curling in a sneer. “Yeah right.”

Then to add insult to injury the stupid man had taken Dib’s video camera on a jaunt through outer space leaving Dib behind to bleed.

Dib walked into the empty silence that permanently shrouded the Membrane house ever since it’s oldest occupant’s death. One of the explosions had finally got the old Professor. Soon afterwards Gaz had moved in with her girlfriend leaving Dib alone. The royalties that still poured in along with the riches the Professor had saved more than covered anything the Membrane children needed rendering any jobs they might get completely pointless.

Trotting up the stairs Dib headed straight for his room, the same one he’d been in since his birth. He seemed unable to bring himself to move into the master bedroom even if he thought about it. Loosening his tie and dropping it on the floor next to his already discarded jacket he toed off his shoes and collapsed onto his bed. Dib always seemed tired these days. It was a sign of depression but he conveniently ignored that fact. Curling into a lose ball on his side the teen closed his eyes and instantly fell asleep.

Hours later, after the sun had set, Dib was startled awake by the sound of the kitchen door slamming. Only one person he knew entered the house at all, let alone through the kitchen. Quickly changing into a tee shirt and jeans Dib trotted down the stairs to meet his sister.

“Hey Gaz, what are you doing here?” Dib asked still tugging on his shirt, the grey one with Einstein sticking his tongue out on the front that he normally slept in.

Gaz slammed the refrigerator door shut popping the top on the soda she had retrieved from it. “What do you care?” she demanded slurping her drink loudly.

“I should be asking you that.” dib rebutted still standing in the doorway. “Since when do you come to see me? Or are you just checking to make sure my body isn’t stinking up the house?”

Gaz snorted and looked away. Silence stretched between them until the girl spoke softly. “I promised dad I’d check up on you.” Pain flashed through her normally emotionless eyes.

“Oh.” Dib didn’t feel as badly about their father’s death as his sister and had gotten over it years ago. But then he had not been as close to the man as Gaz. It was hard to be close to someone who thought you were crazy. “You took your time.”

“I’ve been busy, okay?” Gaz snapped back. “Sit down. I’ll cook something.” Through the years of loving neglect Gaz had learned how to cook rather well. It was a skill Dib greatly lacked and he was grateful to eat something that had not been nuked in the microwave.

“So how’s Mandy?” Dib asked carefully unsure if this was acceptable conversation or not.

“Fine.” Gaz replied looking scarily ridiculous in a pink frilly apron. “Billy’s been giving her hell as usual and Grim’s being a whiner but other than that she’s fine.” The girl cracked eggs one handed into a frying pan. “We’re thinking of starting a band with this girl who’s moved into our building with her two sisters. They’re triplets or something. Her name’s Butternut or Buttercup, I don’t know. She’s pretty cool though.”

Silence descended again as Gaz cooked. A few minutes later chicken omelettes, pasta and shoe string potatoes as a side was served. “So what about you? Still trying to expose Zim?” Gaz asked as she sat down to eat.

“I’ve resigned myself to simply foiling his plans.” Dib replied lifelessly on a topic that use to set his blood on fire. “Even if I did expose him no one would believe me on principal.”

Gaz made an agreeing noise and kept eating. Dib’s earlier thoughts of a certain councillor resurfaced. “Do you remember Mr Dwiky? The councillor at elementary skool?” he asked his sister on a whim.

Gaz nodded swallowing her mouthful she said. “Yeah, I was sent to him a couple of times for being ’antisocial’.”

“And for attacking other students with the contents of your pencil case.” Dib added smiling with brotherly affection.

Another agreeing sound. “Why are you asking anyway? Has he died?” the girl asked her voice reflecting just how much she cared.

Dib shook his head. “I just thought of him suddenly.” This felt strange to end on so he added, “He’s got my video camera.”

“Lets hope he’s a better cameraman than you.” Gaz commented spearing a piece of chicken with her fork. The rest of the meal was passed in the familiar, if not comfortable silence of their youth.

Gaz left shortly after dinner leaving Dib alone again. The house felt larger after her visit, more empty in her absence and Dib found himself wandering around like he was lost for along time after his sister had gone. Finally he shuffled back into his room and crawled under his bed covers. The happy thought it was Friday came back to him as he fell asleep.

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Back In Space

“How far are we?” the handsome voice asked.

“About twelve hours.”

“Excellent.” An old video camera was turned in long hands. “I’ve something to return.”

“And an apology to give?”

“Yes. An apology too.” Emotive blue eyes turned to look out at the stars they flew past and the growing dot that was Earth.

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Sorry about the whole melodramatic Dib thing but it is in the warnings. I didn’t put character death in the warnings because I didn’t think it really called for one.

Be sure to check out my drawings of Dib. Pencil only sorry, unless I find someone else willing to colour them that’s how they’ll stay. http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/41698191/ http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/41698379/

R&R people it’s the only thing stopping me from killing myself.

Marionette @-;--
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