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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! It’s time for another update!
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That sucks that you were in the hospital. I hope all is well now!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, the Mask, and Krill. Wherever he may be. (Looks in the yaoi closet) Oh, there he is! Invader Zim, Dib, Zim, Irk, Miyuki, Gaz, Keef, and everyone else I refer to in here belongs to the great Jhonen C. Vasquez. I make NO money off of this.
PsychoHanyo: I apologize in advance if this comes out annoying in any way. I’m getting used to the new updating thing. And I’m super excited because I get to meet the voice of Edward Elric in two days. I’m cosplaying as Ed, too, so that’s going to be interesting. No excuses though, time for another chapter. I did my best to make this work right. Let’s hope for the best!
000
            Zim hummed happily to himself as he continued working on his robot. Things were going great. He had a date with Dib, he and Moth were still going at it like there was no tomorrow, and he hadn’t even thought about Invader what’s-his-name in a few days. Nothing could spoil his life at that moment, except for his family finding him and forcing him home. Yeah, like that was every going to happen. Zim had to laugh at his own thoughts. He missed his family terribly, sure, but he knew he was too far away for them to actually locate him. Zim tweaked one last wire before turning the robot on. He crossed his fingers and braced himself for another explosion. Instead, the robot’s eyes lit blue and looked around the room.
Zim smiled, proud of himself. The head worked, at least. Now he needed to finish the body. The robot stopped looking around and stared at him, tilting its head to the side.
“Hi.” Zim greeted it.
The robot blinked in response.
“I’m Zim.” he said. “I’m your master.”
The robot’s eyes became upside-down triangles, seemingly out of joy.
“I need to finish working on you, okay? I’ll turn you back on later.”
The head tilted. Zim turned it off and cracked his knuckles. “Well, that was easy.” He got up and walked into the kitchen.
Being allergic to earth food meant that he had to make his Irken food last, at least until he found a way to make earth food digestible. That was a process in and of itself. Not to mention that he had to finish his robot, go to school, sleep with Moth, date Dib, hang with his Skool friends, constantly make more money and weapons, and keep up appearances around town. It was a tiring life, but he chose it and he was going to stick with it.
Zim opened the refrigerator and pulled out a can of Irken soda. He popped the top and drank half of it before setting it back in the fridge. He walked back into the living room and surveyed his handiwork. The robot head was still sitting on the table, the eyes cold, grey, and lifeless. The body was almost complete. He had to attach one of the arms and then attach the head; easier said then done. As long as test runs went smoothly on the body, he’d have the whole thing finished by the end of the week. Zim looked at the clock and sighed. It was late and he had Skool in the morning. He looked back at the coffee table and realized that all his tools were lying around. He groaned and waved a hand at the mess. He’d clean it up tomorrow.
000
            Dib watched Zim walk through the Skool gates with his head held high. When Zim’s eyes caught his, they smiled and waved before Keef ran up to Zim and started talking his head off. Zim was practically dragged to the picnic table the others were seated at. Jessica, Zita, and Sarah had walked past Dib that morning without so much as a glance. He wondered what they were so mad at him, before he realized that he hadn’t seen Brian, Torque, or Rob yet. Dib spotted the three of them walk in together and waved. Torque smiled at him, but Brian and rob pulled him off in another direction. What was going on with his friends? A shadow fell over Dib and he looked up. The Skool guidance counselor, Mr. Dwicky, was standing there.
“Good morning, Dib!” He greeted with a smile. “How are you doing today?”
“I’m fine, Mr. Dwicky.” Dib responded. “How are you?”
“Good, good.” Mr. Dwicky nodded and fiddled with the gold stud adorning his earlobe. “I’m surprised to see you sitting here all by yourself.”
“They’re avoiding me.” Dib muttered. “I guess you probably know I came out the other day.”
“…It’s been mentioned to me.” Mr. Dwicky said. “Are they okay with it?”
“They said they were, but Jess and Zita and Sarah are mad at me for whatever reason. With Sarah, it’s probably because I broke her heart. She liked me.”
“I’ve heard that before.” Mr. Dwicky chuckled, his chuckles sounding more like giggles.
“I figured.” Dib laughed. “Torque smiled on the way in, but Brian and Rob pulled him away.” He sighed. “I don’t get it. Why would they tell me they were okay with it if they weren’t?”
“People are weird sometimes.”
Dib frowned. That wasn’t the answer he’d been expecting from a counselor. “Thanks.” He said.
“You’re welcome!” Mr. Dwicky beamed ad skipped up the stairs and into the building.
Dib couldn’t help but watch the man. He was a weird one, that was for sure. Dib sighed and stood, adjusting his clothes. He spotted Zim watching him from the picnic bench. Dib sighed again. Gathering what little pride he had left at the moment and walked over. He stopped next to Zim.
“Hey, guys.” Dib greeted.
“Hey, Dib!” Keef cried. “How are you?!”
“Keef, man, not so loud.” Zim lightly shoved him.
“Hey, watch.” Keef complained, fixing his shirt. “This is a new shirt, you know.”
“What?” Zim wondered. “My hands are clean.”
The others laughed and Dib couldn’t help but smile at their antics.
“What’s up?” Zim wondered.
“Well…I was kind of wondering if…uh…would you guys mind if I uh…”
“Out with it.” Gaz ordered. “I’m gonna lose this next level.”
“I was wondering if you’d mind if I hung out with you guys for a while.” Dib spoke quickly.
“What was that?” Gretchen wondered.
Dib sighed. “I was wondering if you’d mind if I hung out with you guys for a while.” He said, slower.
The others exchanged a look. Gaz raised a quizzical eyebrow at her brother, while Zim smiled. “Sure.” The other boy said. “You guys don’t mind, do you?” He looked at the others.
“Sure, Zim, whatever you say.” Keef batted his eyes at the new kid.
Zim flushed. “That’s just creepy.”
“Wanna see something really creepy?” Dirge reached for his shoelaces, but Morla threw her hands over them.
“No one wants to see that!” She complained.
“Morla’s right!” Screamy cried, making Zim reach for his ears.
Dib merely winced.
“Screamy, I know we’re outside, but can you use your inside voice, please?” Keef wondered. “People are starting to stare.” He pushed a strand of orange-red hair behind his ear.
“Oh, let um stare.” Zim waved a hand. “Who cares?”
“God, I wish I had your confidence.” Keef said, titling his face up to the sun.
“My confidence?” Zim wondered. “You’re the most boisterous thing here.”
Gaz chuckled and Gretchen giggled.
“You don’t care about what people think about you.” Keef informed. “I so worry about what they think. I don’t know why. Maybe it was just ingrained in my blood.”
“Not in mine.” Zim laughed. “My brothers would never let it go if I let others dictate how I did things.”
“Your brothers seem to pick on you a lot.” Dib pointed out, softly. He was new in the group, if he was a part of it, and didn’t want to piss anyone off.
“Yeah, it’s a habit.” Zim said. “I just put on my kicked-puppy look and complain to mom. She stops them real quick.”
Dib laughed. “Nice.”
“So, Dib.” Keef paused. “How’s being out of the closet going for you?”
“Keef.” Gaz growled, scolding him. “I told you not to bring it up.”
“It’s okay, gaz.” Dib told his sister. He looked at Keef. “It could go better.”
“What’s wrong?” Zim asked.
“Oh, nothing. Sarah isn’t handling it too well.” Dib said. “She had a crush on me.”
“Yeah, the whole Skool knows that. Even the teachers.” Morla laughed.
“I know.” Dib said. “Mr. Dwicky said he’s heard it before.”
“Creepy.” Keef said. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was gay, too.”
“Geeze, what was your first clue?” Melvin wondered.
“When he skipped into the building earlier.” Dib offered.
“Aw, I missed it!” Keef complained.
Zim slid over a bit on the picnic table. “Have a seat.” He said. “There’s no reason to stand.”
“I’m fine.”
“Just do it.” Gaz ordered, pressing away at buttons on her Gameslave. “Or I’ll make you do it, and you know I will.”
Dib nodded, knowing she meant her threat. He climbed up next to Zim and sat.
“So where are all your friends?” Gretchen wondered. “If you don’t mind me asking!” She added quickly.
“Well, Sarah’s upset cause I’m not with her, Jessica and Zita are with her, and Torque got dragged off by Rob and Brian.” Dib sighed. “I think they’re avoiding me.”
“Why would you say that?” Zim asked. “Is your birthday coming up? Maybe they’re planning something for you.”
“No, my birthday passed.” Dib responded.
“Well, there goes that plan.” Zim muttered. “I thought they said they were okay with it?”
“How do you know?” Keef wondered, cocking an eyebrow.
“We talked.” Zim nodded to Dib.
Dib smiled softly. “They said they were okay.” He shrugged. “I guess it just takes time getting used to.”
“If it’s any consolation, Dib, there’s always a seat open at our table for you.” Keef grinned at him, tapping him lightly on the nose.
“Thanks.” Dib smiled. Maybe things weren’t so bad after all.
000
            Zim sighed as Mr. C. rambled on about math. He really didn’t care, as he was more worried about Dib. How could his friends lie to him like that? Even Zim’s brothers were upfront about what they thought of his sexual preference. How could a person say one thing and yet do another? Didn’t they see how much they hurt Dib? Zim risked a glance to Dib’s former friends. They were passing notes back and forth in the back of the classroom. Zim briefly wondered what the notes meant, before he realized that Mr. C. was calling his name.
“Do you know the answer, Zim?” Mr. C. wondered. “Your life will be incomplete if you dno’t understand how to solve a parabola.”
“X equals 5?” Zim offered. “And negative five?”
“Very good!” Mr. C. happily wrote the answer on the board. “And to think that I was worried that you weren’t paying attention. Stupid me.”
Zim smiled softly. “Honest mistake, Mr. C.”
“Well, I shouldn’t make it again.” Mr. C. noticed something. “Torque? Brian? I hope those notes are about the joys of factoring!”
“They’re our class notes on parabolas.” Torque said. “I didn’t get the answer to the last one.”
“The joys of factoring wouldn’t make much sense.” Brian said. “That’s not what we’re doing.”
“Well, I just thought that maybe you were so overjoyed by factoring that you wanted to do more. But nothing is better than the wonderful world of parabolas.”
“Of course not.” Brian and Torque said as one.
“Except for fractions!” Keef informed.
“Yay.” Dib added.
The rest of the class giggled. Zim looked confused.
“That was before you got here, Zim.” Dib explained.
“I figured that much, since I don’t remember it.”
More laughter. The bell rang, screeching loudly.
“Oh, come on! We were just getting started!” Mr. C. complained. “Oh, well, rules are rules. You have your assignments from the weekly assignment sheet. Have fun with those parabolas!”
“Will do, Mr. C!” A boy in the back said. “I’m going to run to study hall just to do my homework right now!” He ran out of the room, arms flailing.
Laughter came from the other students as they started filing out. Torque and Brian walked over to where Zim, Dib, and Keef were.
“Hey.” Torque greeted. “Keef? Can I talk to you for a minute? I don’t understand our English homework.”
“Oh.” Keef looked at Dib, who shrugged. “Sure, I guess.” He said.
“Cool.” Torque smiled. “Hey, Dib. Zim.”
“Hey.” Dib nodded.
Zim just smiled, though it was obviously forced. They all just stood there awkwardly.
“So are you going to help me?” Torque asked Keef.
“Sure.” Keef said. “Okay. Bye, guys.” He waved to Zim and hugged Dib, before leaving with Torque.
“What’s up?” Brian asked.
“Not much.” Dib responded.
Zim grunted. “We’re going to be late if we don’t get moving.”
“Yeah, I know.” Brian said. “I just haven’t seen you all morning.” Brian looked at Dib.
“Bullshit.” Dib muttered. He grabbed Zim by the wrist. “We should get going.” He pulled Zim off without protest.
“Are you okay?” Zim wondered, stopping dead in his tracks.
The action made Dib stumble forward a bit before he regained his footing. He sighed and turned to look at Zim. “Not really.” He said.
“Wanna skip again?” Zim offered. “We can hide in the bathroom that no one uses and talk or something.”
Dib laughed softly. “I’d like to skip again.” He slid his hand from Zim’s wrists to his palm.
They slowly intertwined their fingers before going down the hall in perfect sync.
000
            Dib twirled his fork in the unrecognizable mass that was his lunch. He and Zim had gotten away with skipping, but he was still a bit uneasy. Brian and torque had acted strange at the end of math. For one, Dib was sure Brian, Rob, and Torque had seen him sitting on the steps this morning. And no matter how much Torque didn’t understand an assignment, he would never go to the ever-hyper Keef for help. He’d ask someone else in the class. Like Dib, or Sarah. Dib wondered what he really wanted with Keef. The redhead hadn’t said anything about his chat with Torque, at least while Dib was at the table. Was something going on? He’d ask Keef about it, but Dib had a feeling that Keef would either make up something about English homework or just say that it was nothing. Zim would probably get the same results if he asked for Dib, so all Dib could do was wonder and worry. Zim nudged Dib’s ankle under the table. Dib looked up at him and smirked.
They kicked each other back and forth for a few moments before Zim spoke.
“You okay?” He asked. “You’re acting off.”
“I’m fine.” Dib said.
“Your so called friends say anything to you?” Gaz wondered, cracking her knuckles.
“No, no.” Dib waved a hand in her direction. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”
Gaz gave him a look, but she let the matter drop and resumed playing her game.
“They said hi.” Zim said. “At the end of math, but that was it.”
“Well, Brian and Torque did.” Dib corrected. “The others weren’t around. I don’t know where Rob went. He was here this morning.”
“He got sick in gym.” Gretchen informed. “Almost passed out, from what I overheard.”
“Oh.” Dib paused. “I hope he’s okay…sort of…”
Keef teasingly slapped his shoulder. “You are so cruel.” He giggled.
“Thanks, I try.” Dib answered, earning snickers from Gaz.
Zim chuckled. “I’m not so sure, now.” He said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dib raised an eyebrow.
“Well…when we first met…we were kind of…”
“Bitchy?” Gaz offered.
“Sure.” Zim glared at her.
“Oh.” Dib paused. “Yeah…I guess the tension of being in the closet my whole life was getting to me.” He shrugged. “I feel better now, having that off my chest.”
“We’re glad you came out.” Morla said.
“Yeah.” Keef nodded. “I was right!”
“Keef!” Zim scolded. “Sorry, Dib.”
“It’s fine.” Dib said. “I kind of expected that as his reaction, anyway.”
“Oh, I have fantastic news!” Keef said, clapping his hands together. “The Principal said that our GLASS meeting classroom is going to be used for something else on Monday, so the meeting’s been moved up to this Friday! We have two meeting this week!”
The others cheered and Dib flushed as he realized that others in the cafeteria were staring. Zim seemed to catch it and lightly kicked him.
“You’ll get used to it.” He informed. “Just pretend they’re not there, okay?”
Dib nodded. “I’m gonna have to try.”
000
            Friday came around pretty quickly. Keef had let Zim know what room the meeting was in, so Zim and Dib were on their way to the room the second that the bell rang. Zim slammed his locker shut. Keef and the others had been acting strange all day, being secretive and what-not. Zim had a feeling they were planning another “welcome to GLASS” party or something and didn’t want him blabbing it to Dib and turning him away from the club. Both Gaz and Zim talked Dib into going with them. Gaz had promised him that if he didn’t like it, he didn’t have to go again. Zim got him to go with a make-out session in Dib’s room after school the day before. He was happy that Dib was going. He never thought Dib would agree to it, but whatever. Maybe he could get Dib to be a bit more open with his sexuality. People knew, sure, but Dib was doing his best to hide it. He and Zim would hold hands in the halls until Dib noticed people coming close and pulled his hand away. It was frustrating Zim, but he knew he had to give Dib some time. It wasn’t like they were actually dating, anyway. They just…made out a lot…
Dib took Zim’s hand in his as they continued walking. “You need to go to your locker, too?” Zim asked the raven haired male.
“Yeah, real quick.” Dib said. “My bag is killing my shoulder.”
Without saying anything more, Zim took Dib’s bag from him and slung it onto his old shoulder.
“What did you do that for?” Dib tried to snatch the bag back, only succeeding in making Zim swing it out of his reach.
“You said it was heavy.” Zim said. “I thought I could alleviate the pain for a bit.”
“I can carry it myself, Zim, but thank you.” Dib tried to swipe at the bag again, but Zim held it out of his reach.
“Uh-uh.” Zim wagged a finger in Dib’s face. “You’re going to have to do better than that, love, if you wanna get it back.”
“Oh, I can do much better.” Dib smirked and pounced as Zim wretched his hand free.
“Ha-ha.” Zim laughed, teasingly. “You call that much better?”
“Well, it’s better.” Dib scratched the back of his neck. “I wouldn’t say much, though.” He tried to reach for the bag again, but Zim continued to keep it out of his reach.
“Come and get it!” Zim sang, throwing the bag over his shoulder and taking off down the hall.
“Hey!” Dib gave chase.
He caught up to the Irken teenager pretty fast, but Zim kept the bag away. Dib finally grabbed onto the tail end of Zim’s shirt and pulled him close, tripping the other boy up. Zim landed on the floor, Dib on his knees in front of him. Zim looked at Dib over his knees, a bit dizzy. Dib blushed. “Caught you.” He said softly.
“Yeah, you did.” Zim held the backpack out to Dib, who took it from him.
“Thanks.” Dib said. “That was fun.”
“Very.” Zim nodded. “You seem like you need some fun.”
Dib smiled softly. “You know what else is fun?”
“What?”
Dib put his bag on the ground and pushed Zim’s knee to the side. He crawled over the Irken and smirked down at him. “This.” He leaned down and their lips met.
Zim instantly melted onto the floor, thankful that he couldn’t go through walls. He grabbed onto the lapels of Dib’s trench-coat and pulled the human onto him. Dib propped himself up with a hand on either side of Zim’s head. When he felt Zim’s tongue, Dib pulled away.
“Um…” Dib paused. “I…uh…”
“We’re lucky no one’s around.” Zim chuckled softly. You idiot! That was the dumbest thing you’ve ever said to him!
“Yeah, that too.” Dib paused. “I…Zim?”
“Yeah?”
“What are we?”
“Huh?”
“Well, I know I’m not your boyfriend, but…I mean…this.” He gestured to the position they were in. “It feels…right and…”
Zim flushed, hoping the dark emerald that was spilling across his features was coming across as pink on the hologram, like a human. “I know what you mean.” Zim crossed his arms under his head, laying on them like a pillow. “I don’t know what we are.” He confessed. “I mean, I’d like to call you my boyfriend, but I don’t wanna do anything to make you uncomfortable.”
“I love you.” Dib blurted.
“Huh?” Zim cocked an eyebrow.
“Please don’t make me repeat it.” Dib muttered.
“You…love…me?” Zim wondered, a bit surprised. Where was this coming from?
Dib nodded, his pink flush turning dark red. “For a while now.” He admitted. “I just…didn’t want to admit it, I guess. But after all that’s happened…you know…I realized that I don’t really give a damn.”
Zim smirked. “Well…if it’s any consolation…” Zim paused. “I can’t get you out of my head.” He confessed. “You’re always there. Even before we started…you know…this…this whatever we’re doing.”
Dib smiled softly and backed off of Zim. Zim sat up and smiled at him. “I love you, too.”
Dib pulled him close and kissed him. “Come on.” he said, pulling away slightly. “We shouldn’t keep everyone waiting.”
They stood and Zim grabbed Dib’s backpack.
“Not this again.” Dib moaned.
“Yup!” Zim took off down the hallway, a laughing and smiling Dib on his heels.
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