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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
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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PsychoHanyo: Where in the world have I been with the updates? bad author, bad! (Smacks self on hand with ruler) Ow. If I don't update before Saturday, then Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate, and a great weekend to all those who don't. Happy Holidays to all, no matter what you celebrate.

Disclaimer: I own nothing outside of The mask, the plot, and Krill who shall not return in this fic. Invader zim and all related material belong to Jhonen C Vasquez. I make NO money off of this.

000

Zim and Keef sat at a table with Keef’s parents, and people who had been introduced as his aunt, uncle, and two younger cousins. The girl looked like she didn’t want to be there and the boy was completely engrossed in the game he was playing. He reminded Zim of Gaz, a little bit. He hardly looked up unless it was to glare at someone for annoying him. The rest of Keef’s family, that Zim had met at least, seemed pretty normal. Zim felt like he was at a party back home. He sure missed those. Good food, good music, good company…Krill…damn. Why was Zim thinking of him now? First it was Dib who wouldn’t get out of his head, and now Krill was coming in. Zim shook his head to knock away the thoughts and received a glare from Keef’s cousin.
“You having a fit or something?” He asked.
“No, no, just clearing my head.” Zim shook his head once.
“Don’t be mean Meef.” Keef’s aunt said. “Sorry there, Zim.”
“It’s fine.” Zim smiled. “My brothers give me a harder time back home.”
“So you live alone, huh?” Keef’s uncle asked. “How does that work out?”
“Better then you’d think, actually. I mean, sometimes it’s hard with money and stuff, but I’m doing okay, overall.” Zim smiled.
“I wouldn’t want to live alone.” The girl said.
“You’d miss your family, right?” Zim asked. “I miss mine, too.”
Did they miss him? Most likely. His siblings were probably looking for him, his mother was freaking out because she couldn’t find him, and his dad was consoling her and refusing to let her give up. Zim smiled softly at the thought.
“What’s got you all smiles, sunshine?” Keef wondered.
“Oh, nothing. Just thinking about something is all.” Zim said, ignoring the nickname.
Keef’s father, however, didn’t. “Keef, please.” His dad groaned. “Don’t embarrass your friend.”
“Aw, he don’t mind. Do you, Zim?” Keef looked at him with puppy-dog eyes.
“If I say no, will you stop doing that?” Zim wondered.
Keef giggled.
“No, I don’t mind.” Zim laughed.
Keef’s mother rolled her eyes. “Another interesting day with Keef.” She said with a smile.
Zim laughed. “Yeah, you can say that again.”
“So how are classes going for you boys?” Keef’s uncle asked. “Are you two in any classes together?”
“Math!” Keef said. “Isn’t Mr. C. just fabulous, Zim?”
“He’s a great teacher. But if he says that we’re studying ‘the joys of’ something one more time, I might have to shoot myself.” Zim laughed.
“Yeah, that’s funny.” The girl said, rolling her eyes. “I’m gonna go get some food from the buffet.” She stood and left.
“I didn’t mean to offend…” Zim started off.
“She’s fine.” Keef’s aunt assured him. “Don’t worry about it. Just don’t say stuff like that anymore, okay?”
“Sure thing, ma’am.”
“What other classes do you have together?” Keef’s uncle asked.
“Quite a few, actually.” Zim said. “Math, History, Gym, English…we have lunch together, too. If you consider that a class, that is.”
“And science.” Keef added. “We just don’t have a couple study halls and an elective or two. Zim’s not in chorus with me.” Keef pouted.
“I can’t sing for the life of me.” Zim said. “I’d scare everyone out of the room if I was in that.”
“Oh, you can’t be that bad!” Keef argued. “Don’t give me that crap!”
Zim rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say.”
“Do you take any music classes?” Keef’s mom asked.
“No, I take mechanics instead.”
“Mechanics? A little thing like you?” Keef’s father mused.
“Dad!” Keef scolded, flushing. “I’m sorry, Zim. I know you don’t like…”
“It’s fine.” Zim shrugged. “I don’t like people just saying I’m short. People tend to do that for no reason. It’s kind of embarrassing, cause my brothers and my parents are so tall.”
“Your parents are supposed to be taller.” Keef’s cousin said, not looking up from his game.
“Yeah, I know, but my brothers are almost their height.”
“How tall are your brothers?”
“Uh…” Zim had to think for a second. “6 foot 3, I think.”
“Both of them?”
“They’re twins.”
“Oh.” Keef’s cousin obviously didn’t care much.
“Pretty tall. How tall are your parents?” Keef’s aunt inquired.
“Mom’s 6 foot 5 and dad’s 6 foot 4”.”
“They’re pretty tall, then.”
“How come you’re not?” Keef’s cousin asked.
“Meef!” Keef scolded again.
“It’s fine, really.” Zim smiled a bit, though he was actually pretty annoyed with Meef about it. Irkens didn’t like people talking about height much, but smaller Irkens like Zim really hated it. He was only about 5 foot 5, maybe 5 foot 6. “My brothers pick on me for it.”
“But why are you guys so far off in height, anyway?” Meef’s sister asked, sitting down with a plate of food.
“My brothers and I are all adopted.” Zim shrugged. “So we didn’t get the genes of either of our parents.” Zim laughed a bit.
“You never told me you were adopted.” Keef said.
“It never came up.” Zim said. “I mean, it’s not like I’m ashamed about it or anything. I think it’s pretty cool. I’d probably be dead by now if it wasn’t for mom. She found me in the streets as a kid.”
“Oh, Zim!” Keef latched onto him. “I didn’t know any of this!”
“Keef, get off. People don’t like when you latch onto them.” Keef’s dad rolled his eyes at his son.
Keef pulled back sheepishly. “I forget that sometimes.” He giggled.
Zim smiled softly. “I don’t mind.”
Keef squealed and latched onto him again.
Zim sighed. “Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.”

000

Dib swiveled back and forth on a stool at the bar inside The Mask. The bartender was off doing his job, so Dib was alone. Iz wasn’t anywhere in sight, but then again, he had said he’d had plans for the day. Dib normally didn’t go to The Mask during the day, but he needed some time to think, and his friends wouldn’t find him here. He had put on his old trench-coat and flipped the hood up. He also dressed in clothes that he normally reserved for The Mask, so there was no chance of them knowing it was him, should one of them spot him or run into him. Even his glasses had been ditched for contacts. He did that every time he went to The Mask, though. It was awkward to have his glasses on and his mask at the same time. He’d tried wearing his glasses over the mask once, but it hadn’t looked good. After what seemed like forever, the bartender walked over to Dib.
“Your little friend here yet?” He asked.
“No.” Dib shook his head. “He said he was busy today.”
“Hm.” The bartender nodded once. “I can understand that. He’s gotta have a life outside of this place, right?” He laughed.
“Yeah, that’s true.”
“You have a life outside of here, don’t you?”
“Of course I do. My friends are just playing football in the park today, and it didn’t work out so well when I was their ref yesterday.”
“No?”
“I don’t know the first thing about football.”
The bartender laughed. “Nice work, kid.” He noticed more customers approaching the bar and left Dib to himself again.
The club was surprisingly crowded for being the middle of the day. Though, it was a weekend, so Dib guessed that that had explained things. A couple guys started talking to him, and offered to take him somewhere better, but Dib opted out, insisting that he had a boyfriend. The guys had winked and left with smiles on their faces, moving on to the next guy at the counter. Dib sighed. Maybe he really did consider Iz to be his boyfriend. He’d have to find out if Iz felt the same.

000

Zim sat in the lobby of the hotel where Keef’s family reunion was taking place. They had been outside earlier, but then a burst of rain started up. Though he wanted to help everyone outside pick up, Zim had to dive under the pavilion so he wouldn’t get burned. He explained it a bit to Keef, so it was okay. Keef didn’t get how a human could be allergic to water. Zim had wrote it off by saying that it was just pollutants in water that bothered him sometimes. Keef had understood that and explained it to his parents. They seemed to get it too and wrote it off. Meef and his sister glared at Zim from the potted plant they were standing under in the lobby. They hadn’t been too happy that he hadn’t had to help, but Keef said that since he wasn’t family, he wasn’t obligated to help. Everything was being set back up in the hotel ballroom.
“That was so embarrassing.” Zim muttered. “Sorry, Keef.”
“Sorry?” Keef wondered. “You did nothing wrong.”
“I mean, jumping out of the rain like that…”
“It’s fine. I told you I understand.” Keef smiled. “And don’t worry about my cousins. They’re too young to get it.”
“I know.” Zim smiled softly. “I’m still embarrassed.”
Keef’s smile faded a bit. “Sorry.” He said. “I’m not going to tell you how to feel, but there’s really nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“Well…” Zim flushed. “I know what you mean.”
“Kids? Keef’s dad asked, walking into the lobby from the ballroom. “The ballroom’s set up. You can go in now.”
Keef’s relatives all poured into the ballroom, Meef and his sister shoving past Zim. Keef steadied him. “Watch it, you guys!” Keef called. “Sorry.” He flushed. “You okay, Zim?”
“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Zim nodded. “Let’s go in.”
Keef grabbed his arm as he started to walk off. “Wait.” He ordered.
“Yes?” Zim asked.
Keef sighed and leaned forward. Before Zim could react, the redhead’s lips were pressed to his. Keef pulled back quickly and fled into the ballroom. Zim blinked and wiped his mouth off a bit before following.

000

After hanging out at The Mask for what seemed like forever, Dib pushed open the door to his home. His father was, surprisingly, watching TV from the sofa. He took a sip from a cup of what was probably coffee and looked over his paper at the sound of the door opening. He seemed to smile when he saw his son, but with his lab coat’s collar still turned up over his mouth, Dib wasn’t sure.
“Hi, dad.” Dib said with a small grin.
“Hello, Dib.” His father responded. “Where were you all afternoon?”
“I wanted to see if the guys were busy, and they were, so I just walked around the city.” Dib lied.
“Ah.” Membrane nodded once. “You finish all of your homework?”
“I didn’t have any.”
“Good.” Membrane went back to reading his paper.
“I’ll just be…uh…in my room.” Dib said. “Online…”
“Have fun.”
Dib raised an eyebrow. He shook off his confusion and started for the stairs.
“You dropped something, son.”
Dib turned. His mask was laying on the floor.
“Oh.” He said. “Thanks.” He went back and retrieved it.
“What is it, anyway?”
“Just a tie.” Dib said.
“Tie?”
“Torque used it for flag football yesterday. I got it back from him today.”
“Ah.” Membrane said again. “Well, run along, then.”
Dib wiped the sweat from his brow and went up the steps. Gaz was sitting on the top step, playing her Game Slave as usual.
“Close one.” She said with a smirk.
“Shut up, Gaz.” Dib ordered as he passed her.
She stood and followed him. “Are you going to tell him about the club?”
“Maybe eventually.” Dib shrugged. “I don’t think I need to.”
“You will if he finds out that that wasn’t a tie.”
Dib glared as his sister smirked at him. “Whatever.” He walked into his room and slammed the door.
“You can’t hide from your problems forever, brother.” Gaz informed. “It’s best to tell him now before he finds out another way.”
Dib didn’t answer. He heard footfalls heading away from his room. Once he was sure she was gone, he put his headphones on and started up his CD player.
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