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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: Hey there everyone and welcome to my last update of 2010! Happy New Year to all! I hope 2010 was great for everyone and ends in a bang. Here's to even better things in 2011! (Throws confetti)

Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim or any characters, places, thigns, and species related to it. All of that belongs to Jhonen C Vasquez. I only own The Mask, the plot, and Krill. I wonder what he's up to right about now?

000

Zim fiddled with the food on his plate. He’d only taken a small piece of chicken and a few strawberries. After the little fiasco with the rain, and with Keef kissing him, he wasn’t in the mood to eat. The DJ the family had hired had said they’d be playing games after, and Zim didn’t want to play on a full stomach anyway. Keef was silent, though his family was talking loudly around him. Meef and his sister and parents had decided to switch tables and sit with other family members. They had claimed it was to catch up, but Zim had a feeling that it was because Keef’s cousins didn’t want to be near him. They didn’t seem to like him much. For now, they sat with Keef’s grandparents, from his father’s side, and an unmarried uncle. If it wasn’t for the fact that the uncle had red hair and that the grandparents had Keef’s green eyes, Zim wouldn’t have known they were related.
“So…Zim…you’re allergic to rain…?” Keef’s grandfather asked.
“Sometimes pollutants in the rain bother me, is all.” Zim responded.
Keef’s grandfather didn’t seem to believe him.
“Queef, please.” His wife said. “Let the poor boy eat in peace.”
“Eat what?” Queef wondered. “He didn’t get much.”
“I’m not very hungry.” Zim interjected into the conversation.
“I wasn’t really asking you, boy.”
“Dad, please!” Keef’s father finally stepped in. “Sorry, Zim. My father hasn’t had his nap yet today. Excuse his behavior.”
“It’s okay.” Zim smiled softly, though he really was annoyed. No reason for causing a problem.
“You say that a lot.” Keef pointed out quietly.
“Yea, I guess.” Zim laughed, sending his friend a small smile.
Keef offered a smile back.
“Is something wrong, son?” Keef’s father asked.
“I’m not feeling the greatest.” Keef flushed. “I’ll be fine. I’ll just sleep in the car.”
“You can use our hotel room if you want a nap, Keef.” His grandmother informed him.
“Oh, I don’t want to be a problem. I…”
“Take it, Keef.” Queef ordered.
“I don’t…”
“I’ll walk you up.” Zim offered.
Keef smiled. “Thanks.”
They both pushed their chairs out from the table and left.

000

Dib flipped through his UFO-Zine again. No matter how long he’d had it, the articles were still interesting. The one about crop circles was particularly fascinating. The closest thing he had seen to a crop circle was when a cow was rolling around on the grass in a field. He’d gotten “Paranormal Investigator” on his career day test, and had to spend the day with an official investigator named Bill. The man turned out to be a crock, believing in stuff that wasn’t real. That day hadn’t ended too well. A knock on the door jolted Dib out of his alien-filled thoughts.
“Uh…come in…?” Dib called.
His father swung his bedroom door open.
“I figured I would find you in here, son.” He greeted. “I was just about to make some super toast!” He pointed to the ceiling. “Would you be interested in having some?!”
“Uh…sure, dad…” Dib ran a hand through his hair, tousling the deep black locks.
Membrane nodded and started to leave.
“Hey, dad?” Dib asked softly.
“Yes?” Membrane turned to his son. “What is it?”
“Could I…ask you something…?”
“Sure.” Membrane shrugged. “What?”
“Would it bother you if I was…?” Dib paused. “You know…different…?”
“Different?”
“Well…” Dib paused. “I mean…like Gaz’s…friends…are.”
Membrane looked clueless.
“Please don’t make me say it.”
“You mean her GLASS friends?” Membrane asked. “Gay?”
Dib flushed.
“I figured that was what you meant.” Membrane sighed. “Look, son, whatever gender you are into…it’s your business, and not mine. I wouldn’t mind knowing if you were or not, but I’m not going to pass any judgment on you over it.”
“You wouldn’t?”
“Of course not.” Membrane shook his head. “You’re my son. As long as you’re happy, I could care less.”
“Thanks, dad.” Dib said, knowing his flush was deepening as he smiled.
“Anytime, son.” There was a moment of awkward silence. “Are you?”
“Gay?”
Membrane nodded.
Dib took a deep breath. “Yeah.”
“Okay, then.” Membrane stood. “Would you still like some super toast?”
“Sure.”

000

Zim stretched out on his couch. The reunion hadn’t been as bad as he thought it would have been, but Keef had been a bit too clingy. What else was new, really? Zim checked the clock. It was only seven at night, so he had a few hours before he needed to go to bed. There had to be something around the house that he could do. But what…? Zim looked down at the coffee table. The slightly charred remains of the “SIR” he’d been making were waiting for him. Some of the metal was charred black, but most of it was still shiny. All Zim needed was to clean the robot up and put in some more wires. He sat up and pulled the table to him. Zim opened the robot’s head and looked through the wires.
“Red to red, blue to blue, green to yellow…” Zim paused at that. No wonder it hadn’t worked. Zim shook his head and plucked a pair of pliers off of the table. He removed the incorrect wire and reset it in the right spot. He turned the robot on via the switch on the back of his head. The eyes came to life, glowing blue. He hadn’t been able to find any red LED lights at the store, but blue was fine. It was a very bright hue, so the color was visible in the dark, should it need to be. Zim smiled at the eyes and screwed the top of the head back on. The little antenna he knew a SIR unit had was missing, but he could work on that another time. He shut the head off before pulling over scraps to make the chest cavity. It was about four in the morning before Zim finished the wiring that made the left arm move. He sat back and rubbed his eyes with his closed fists. When he glanced at the TV clock, the red lights blared back at him. He sighed and pushed the table away. He gathered up the finished parts of the robot and put them in the closet, along with the scraps and other tools. He put a sheet over the parts, locked the closet, and turned off the lights, before retreating to his room.

000

Monday morning, Dib sat on the bottom step of the school. His friends weren’t there yet, but his sister was already off with her GLASS club. Dib watched as Zim strolled in slowly through the gates, yawning widely and stretching his back. He joined Gaz and the others.
“Hey.” Dib heard a voice. He looked up to see Torque leaning over a railing on the side of the steps.
“Hey.” Dib returned the greeting with a nod. “What’s up?”
“It’s too early to be here.” Torque slumped over the railing, laying his head on it.
“Yeah, I know.” Dib chuckled. “I hate it too.”
“I wish we could come in later. But no-o-o-o. Our schedules have to be full until 5th period.” Torque complained. “Ugh.”
“Early dismissal would be cool, too.”
“Oh, yeah. Yeah, it would.”
“What would what?” Rob asked, sitting next to Dib on the steps.
“Early dismissal.” Dib answered. “It would be cool.”
“Oh.” Rob smirked. “We have early dismissal.”
“Uh…no we don’t.” Torque looked baffled.
“It’s called skipping.” Rob rolled his eyes. “We should just skip ninth period one of these days. Leave after 8th.”
“My dad would kill me if we got caught.” Torque said. “And I’d be kicked off the team…”
“What did you do now?” Brian asked, bonking torque on the head.
“We were talking about skipping ninth period one day.” Rob said.
Brian cocked a smirk. “We should get a bunch of people to do it.”
“No way.” Dib shook his head. “The larger the group, the more likely it is that we get caught. Too risky.”
“Where’s your sense of adventure?” Rob asked, rolling his eyes.
“Hiding.” Dib said.
Torque rolled his eyes. They seemed to be doing that a lot. “Not funny, man.”
“Seriously, though.” Brian said. “We could easily convince half of GLASS to skip, too. I mean, you can talk Gaz into it and she can get the others in on it too.” He looked at Dib. “Right?”
“If I try to talk my sister into anything, she’ll have my head on a platter.” Dib informed.
The others, taking it as a joke, laughed. “Whatever you say.” Brian chuckled.
“Are you boys up to no good again?” Zita asked, as she and Sarah walked over.
“What gives you that idea?” Torque put on his ‘innocent’ face.
To Dib, Torque’s ‘innocent’ face clearly said ‘I am up to no good. Beware of me’.
“We could hear you laughing from the gates.” Sarah pointed with her thumb. “Hey, Dib, you wanna go out again on Saturday?”
“Saturday?” Dib asked. “Uh…I guess. Sure. I’d have to be back by six though.”
“Family night?” Zita asked.
It seemed ridiculous, but Dib’s family had one night a year where they could go out to eat together and not be bothered by the Professor’s fans or assistants. It was Gaz’s turn to pick this year, and she’d no doubt pick Bloaty’s Pizza Hog.
“No.” Dib shook his head. “I’m meeting someone.”
“Who?” Sarah’s smile fell.
“Oh, just my gay cousin.” Dib lied, thinking of Iz. “He wanted to hang out Saturday night because his parents are going to be out of town.”
“Cool.” Sarah smiled.
Dib sighed. Why did he feel the need to lie to his friends? His dad was okay with him being gay, so why wouldn’t his friends, who he’d known since first grade or so, accept it too? Probably because they liked to pick on him about Keef thinking he was gay. Did that mean they’d pick on Dib for being gay, too? He’d have to let them know at some point. He couldn’t keep Iz a secret forever…could he?
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