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Pedo or Xeno	By : Andyouthinkimcrazy Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7330 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Earth was still a disgusting ball of filth. People were everywhere and water still fell from the sky. The streets were full of garbage and the air was full of toxins and germs. Nothing was all that different from eight months ago, but Zim felt dread coil inside him at the thought of stepping foot on its horrible surface again. Even the glory of leading Operation Impending Doom Two to victory wasn't quite enough to motivate him to set foot on this awful planet again.
But he was a proud soldier who had all of Irk depending on him. He could not allow this planet to beat him. That filthy human was long dead and soon the rest would follow or become slaves to the Irken Empire. They would never be a threat to anyone ever again; he would make sure of it.
"Sir?" a tiny voice squeaked from behind which instantly set Zim on edge. His skin crawled as he spun around to face his new subordinate. His antennae arched and he snapped his teeth aggressively at the young Irken, but upon seeing earnest blue eyes staring back his vitriol died before it could even begin.
"What do YOU want?" Zim hissed at it, his antennae wriggling aggressively. The smeet did not back down, though it shifted in place the smallest bit. It occurred to Zim that the smeet was prompting him for an order and he knew exactly what his fist order would be. With a quick movement Zim withdrew a pair of contacts from his Pak and shoved them into the little Irken's chest.
Small hands fumbled but managed to catch them before they were dropped to the ground. Imi promptly popped them into place and blinked rapidly while adjusting to the new sensation, "You will wear those at all times." Zim instructed, finally settling his gaze on the smeet without feeling the need to turn away under its stare. The horrible blue of its eyes had been replaced with purple human ones not unlike Zim's own disguise. Zim was still disturbed by the little creature but at least he could look at it now.
From his Pak Zim withdrew a wig and shoved it into Imi's chest as well, "You will wear your trainee shirt at all times and the wig whenever you leave the base or interact with any humans at the front door!" Following the command Imi looked the wig over before standing up on its Pak legs to look around the attic.
"What are you doing!?" Zim growled as Imi easily climbed out of the Voot and headed over to a dark corner of the attic. After a brief hesitation Zim followed, Pak legs scurrying across the floor after the smeet. When he found it the smeet was destroying the carefully styled wig with its claws carding through the synthetic hair.
"Stop!" Zim demanded as he reached for the wig but Imi withdrew before he could and placed the wig on its head. It was at this point that Zim noticed the mirror hidden in the corner. Imi gazed at its reflection in the fractured surfaced but after a moment it discarded the wig on the floor and turned its gaze back to Zim again.
"I don't like it. I want a pretty one." Zim's eye twitched and he had to struggle to obey his Tallest's orders not to cull the little smeet. Imi could be critical to the mission, they'd said. Earth was an important stepping stone in their conquest and even using an impure smeet would be worth it in the end. They'd insisted this, but Zim still felt it was a huge mistake to let this filth live. Its existence was wrong, he didn't care how much help the smeet might afford him when he knew he could take Earth on his own. He didn't want it.
Zim snagged the wig off the floor and shoved it haphazardly back onto the smeet's head, "You will wear this until I get you a new wig." He snapped threateningly, but as soon as Zim's hands left the smeet began fidgeting uncomfortably. It twirled its claws in the hair while staring in the mirror with focused intent.
Finally the smeet stopped and tossed the wig to the floor again, and from its Pak came a wig very different from the one Zim had provided, "Where did you get that!?" Zim growled as Imi set the new wig in place and began to gently stroke a few out of place hairs back into place. The smeet had such horrible manners to completely disobey his superior.
"I made it on the Massive before we left." Imi replied with satisfaction when the brown waves were finally perfect, "I wanted to be prepared!" That had been the most Imi had ever spoken to him and Zim couldn't help but despise the squeak of its voice. Perhaps he could kill it and make it look enough like an accident that his leaders would not be upset with him for disobeying orders.
Imi fluffed the hair once more before something else emerged from its Pak. A pair of glasses settled over its nose-less face and promptly slipped out of place. After some fussing the glasses were returned for something else.
Zim turned away to leave the smeet to its own devices. He had Gir's eight month mess to begin cleaning up and a planet to conquer. He could not be bothered by the disgusting excuse for an Irken playing dress-up in his attic. When he had more time he would plan how to dispose of it.
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Dib stared with impossibly wide eyes at the alien screaming loudly at the student who had been placed into the desk closest to the door. It felt like a dream as Dib's mind raced to make sense out of this situation. He hadn't seen Zim since those horrible events eight months ago. They'd completed the skool year, gone through summer vacation, and even the first few months of the new grade. Dib had been convinced that his alien nemesis had been too horrified and damaged by what happened to ever bother coming back. Earth wasn't worth capturing after what happened to him, it really wasn't; but it seemed Zim didn't think so.
"We assumed you had died, Zim." Ms. Bitters interrupted in a hiss which further upset the little alien who was proving to be as loud and annoying and so plainly alien as he'd ever been. He was back… and Dib didn't know whether to be overjoyed or threatened.
With a loud sigh Ms. Bitters pulled up an electric panel and pressed a button. The desk to Dib's right shifted and, with a loud scream, the kid sitting there was sent to the underground classroom. Zim promptly marched his way to Dib's side and sat down. He acted as if he didn't know Dib was staring and as if nothing had happened to him. He sat facing obediently forward as if he hadn't been gone for so long that Dib had packed away all his information on Zim and hidden it in his closet so he could forget about the man who still haunted Dib's every thought.
Dib did his best to return the favor as Mr. Bitters prattled on about how horrible and doomed the universe was but after a while it became too much. Questions burned in his mind, why had Zim been gone for so long if he wasn't giving up? Why did he come back after so long? Why was he the only one even questioning any of this? His absence had to be strange to someone else! Dib stood up dramatically and pointed a finger in Zim's face, "WHERE WERE YOU, SPACE-BOY?" It was entirely too easy to treat Zim as he used to before that horrible thing happened. He didn't quite know how else to act.
Zim blinked innocently and looked up at him with his fake eyes, "My skin condition got too HORRIBLE. I needed to rest to endure the AGONIZING pain." He whined slightly as if remembering the mentioned pain and Dib faltered. Normally he wouldn't buy the act but it really must have been painful. It was painful for Dib too and he wasn't even the one who had been—
Nausea curled in Dib's stomach at the memories and he dropped his arm to curl it about his stomach. Ms. Bitters didn't seem to care that he was backing down on his own, or that he felt like he might throw up, "Sit DOWN, Dib." She hissed as Dib slouched back into his desk, "You're much less annoying when you're quiet."
Bitters didn't wait for a protest and promptly returned to her lesson. Dib sunk further into his desk and tried to push every thought away but Zim's presence made it impossible. Every time he so much as glanced to the right he would see Zim sitting there in his disguise and remember every little detail of that day.
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