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Unnoticed	By : Darkplaygirl Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4870 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Zim’s eyes opened. He didn’t wake up, never having really been asleep in the definition of the word, but still looked around groggily. The first feeling he had was simple. Despair. The generator would run out soon if it hadn’t already, and he had no more Irken technology. Then he mentally listed the facts. He was disowned… but that didn’t mean he was useless. He would find out more about the humans until he could TRULY fit in. That was his new goal. And although he had no more Irken technology, the Tallests never said he couldn’t MAKE Irken technology out of human appliances, such as the generator out of the microwave. They had just said that he had to burn all the technology he already had.

Hope and determination filled him. He wouldn’t stop until he could fit in perfectly, blend in so well that even The Dib wouldn’t be able to recognize him! Getting off the couch, he changed into a clean invader’s outfit. He pulled on his wig and put in his itchy contacts. He would begin by finding exactly what humans looked like. First the easiest. Look like a human.

He took the bus to school. Climbing on today, he took a seat near the middle, a good place for overhearing conversations. God he hated buses. His skin turned would turn even greener than usual and he would be constantly closing his eyes to pretend he was elsewhere…. Not this time. He needed information on human looks. What made a human ‘hot’.

“Oh my gosh he’s sooo dreamy!”

This seemed a good place to start. He stood up and looked over the shoulders of the girls sitting in front of him. Underneath his wig, his antennas were practically buzzing with excitement. “Earth-females,” He addressed the two sitting in front of him. “Let me partake of your ‘hot’ informative booklet.”

The two girls glanced at each other. Finally one spoke up. “You can borrow my magazine if you promise not to ask me for anything else ever again.”

Zim took the magazine.

Looking at the picture the girls were talking about, he frowned. There was really nothing different about the human. He had less bumps on his face than most humans…. And he was taller, more muscular… but other than that, there was nothing else about him. Zim took another look. Tall…. Zim had gotten taller over the years. He could do that. He had a good complexion. Again Zim could do that. Humans had nothing on Irken cleaners. His skin…. That was something he would have to do something about. Hair too. The human’s hair was sleek and soft looking. He would have to do something about that too…. Eyes. The humans eyes were very clear, almost as clear as Irken eyes, only blue. Very deep blue. Zim chuckled. This was going to be easier than he thought…. But he needed to find out more. What did normal humans wear?

Casting the magazine back at the two girls in front of him he turned to ask someone. At that moment the bus lurched to a halt and Zim was thrown against the seat in front of him, causing the two girls to look at him with venom in their eyes.

All too late, Zim realized he should have kept the magazine to see what the human was wearing! About to ask for the magazine back, the two girls got up, being swept away by the crowd before Zim had a chance to catch up to them. Muttering Irken curses under his breath he looked around at the other humans. The most popular students were hanging around near the building, leaning on the wall in various uncomfortable positions. He went over to them and they eyed him with disgust. Ignoring their looks, his eyes swept them from top to bottom, unknowingly making them nervous under his intense gaze.

BBBBBBRRRRRRIIIIINNNGGGG!!!!!!!!

Zim covered his ear holes, wincing in pain. For his sensitive ears, it was like someone was driving a knife into his skull. No matter how he looked at it, he couldn’t see the point of the bell being QUITE so loud. Muttering, he went to his first class and promptly did as the other students did. Going into standby mode until lunch.

Lunch. A misunderstanding if Zim ever saw one. Lunch was, in definition, a meal eaten at midday or the food provided for a midday meal..… also seeing lunching, which is the eating of the midday meal. In the cafeteria lunch eating could mean death. Poking at the meat, he looked around to see what everyone else was doing. Everyone else was eating their lunch…. But wait. Zim blinked. What were all the little brown bags? He hadn’t seen those in the lunch line…… but for some reason kids seemed to have them. Just what were they?

Zim didn’t like being confused. So ,naturally, he pulled aside the first person he saw that had a brown bag. Thrusting him against the wall, out of sight, he glared at him, only to realize that he had grabbed The Dib!!!

Dib glared up at him, not at all phased by this display. “What do you want Zim?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. “Finally ready to surrender?”

Zim laughed. “In your dreams Dib-filth.” He grabbed Dib’s lunch bag out of his hands. “This! What is it? The snacks inside seem to be less toxic.”

Dib grabbed it back, pushing Zim aside with startling strength. “I brought it from home. Lots of people pack their lunches.” He glares at Zim. “Why do you ask Zim?” Suddenly pointing a finger at him, he looked at him accusingly. “YOUR PLANNING SOMETHING!!!” He immediately tackled Zim to the ground, dropping his bag in the process. “WHAT IS IT ZIM!?!? WHAT’S YOUR PLAN!?!”

Zim struggled hard, looking over to the side to see if anyone was watching. Seeing no one, he took a chance and extended a metal spider leg from his PAK. Knocking The Dib away, he crawled into sight, knowing that The Dib wouldn’t attack him if there were people watching. Although humans were stupid beyond measure, they would stop the human if he attacked in the open. Standing up and brushing himself off, he went back to his solitary lunch table without fear of being attacked… though he knew that when he got there he would have to face something worse… his own ‘lunch’.

The sign outside had said that today’s lunch was ‘Happy Mac ‘n cheese’. This didn’t look anything like macaroni and cheese… and sure didn’t look happy. Zim watched it closely as it slid towards him. He didn’t trust it. For one thing it was green…. And he didn’t trust anything that was green… except for himself of course. As it slowly crawled towards him, he pushed it back with a spoon, eyeing it warily.

One bite. He had always convinced himself that he would eat at least one bite every lunch…. Just so people didn’t think he was abnormal. Attacking with his spoon, he dislocated a small portion of it and winced as it made a small yelping sound and started writhing about on the table. Hurriedly capturing it with his spoon, he struggled as it tried to crawl away, finally managing it raise it to his mouth.

“Do forgive me, I know that at some time you were no doubt a sentient being, seeing how you instincts to escape are very adequate. … never the less,” He quickly stuffed the bit into his mouth, gulping it down as his throat rebelled. “I…. Must….maintain…. Appearances.” He gagged horribly but forced a smile on his face, looking around. “Mmmm… that was VERY good. I AM FULL!” Having stated that in a ridiculously loud voice, he quickly threw away the rest of his lunch, dumping the tray to be cleaned.

Taking his time while walking back to his seat, he looked at the other children. What were they wearing? …. No…. what were the popular kids wearing? He stopped by their table, wanting to get an extra good look. They ignored him completely, though they seemed to get a little nervous under his gaze, intense even from behind his contacts. The females he didn’t look at. He had already learned that females and males were entirely different and he figured the clothing styles would be the same way. Eyes scanning boldly along the length of bodies of the male students, Zim studied them carefully. In his mind, Zim compared them to the clothes the other’s wore, noting the differences.

The first thing he noticed was the colors. The popular kids tended to dress in darker clothing. Blacks and dark reds contrasted a lot. The next thing he noticed were all the silvery thing dangling and sticking out among the black clothing. Black clothes…. Silver dangles…. But there were many different types of the decorations, varying from stubs to long silver spangles. He would have to decide… but later. The next thing he noticed were that on the shirts, there were many strange symbols and words. They obviously meant something… but what!?

Angrily tearing his gaze away from the popular kids, he stalks back to his seat, sitting down. A metal cable comes out of his PAK, attached to a portable computer. Pulling up a screen, he enters some of the words, written on the shirts and begins to look around, using logic to determine what they meant…. Awhile later, he realized that hey were logos from various bands. Green Day, Simple Plan, and other various bands were associated with certain symbols. For example, Green Day’s symbol was a heart-shaped grenade.

For the rest of lunch, he browsed through different things he could buy on the interweb. The human ‘jeans’ seemed to come in every type of size and shape imaginable, a wide selection of kinky things adorned the clothing according to their style. By the end of lunch, he had picked out some clothes and sent the images to his PAK. His PAK began to access the image, making a replica of what the image showed. He let out a low, creepy laugh. By tomorrow the clothes would be ready, and then…….

After lunch, he once again went into ‘energy conservation mode’ until school ended… As soon as it did, Zim got up and watched the other children as they escaped from the school through any means possible, some even climbing through the windows to escape…. But those weren’t the ones Zim needed to know about. Instead he followed the popular people, seeing what they did. In a group, they hung about the school for awhile, taking the torture for an instant longer than necessary…. Zim supposed to humans this was ‘cool’.

Following them, he went to his bus. A few broke off and went to his bus as well, needing to ride it to get to their homes. He watched them carefully, seeing what they did. Not talking, they simply set their bag on the seat beside them so they could have the extra room, and looked out the windows, pressing their foreheads against the glass, a bored look on their face. Zim carefully stored all the information away for future use.

The rest of the bus ride, he watched them carefully. The only thing he managed to reconfirm was that through the entire bus ride, they didn’t change positions, looking up to glare around… mostly at Zim. They were glaring at Zim the most because they were intimidated by him… though they would never admit it. They were too cool to admit stuff like that.

Zim got off at his stop and walked up to his strangely-colored house. Usually the robo-parents would come greet him at the door… but not this time, gone up in flames like the rest of his equipment. He attentively touched the door. No electric shock of any sort. Obviously the force field had run out of power. A pair of goggles emerged from his PAK and were held up to his eyes. He looked around, his eyes scanning for footprints. If The Dib had been here recently, he would know. Seeing nothing recent, he smirked in satisfaction and walked into his home, picking up the dead generator and shutting the door behind him.

Inside, the familiar dwelling greeted him…. But it was different and he knew it. The panels that had used to be on the wall, backups for any break in, were gone. Other than his PAK, Gir, and his brains, he was utterly defenseless….though…. He could do it. He could and he would. He had a new purpose and he would go for it with all the energy he had.

Walking into the kitchen, he began taking apart various unneeded devices. Eggbeaters gave their life for the cause, timers ran out of time and were dissected into little bits, and other electric appliances were quickly stripped of all their useable parts and the dumped into the trash (not the elevator) without another thought. Looking over his tools, he realized with shock that the humans had the equipment…. The tools to be more advanced. They just had to work at it a little more. Setting the dead generator next to the other tools, he examined what he had to work with. Not much…. But enough. Enough to work with….

Hours later he lay back on the couch, completely wiped out. “I never knew…. Just how hard putting together a simple generator could be.” He looked over at the devices he had managed to put together. A force field generator….. This time complete with solar panels so it could continue working for long periods of time. The others were a series of weapons and crude gizmos. A small black device was especially important.

Looking a lot like a razor attached to headphones, it wasn’t a very popular thing among Irkens but it would work wonders for him…. In the morning. Right now he had to work on his human appearance…. And firsts things first. He had to find SOMETHING to do about his skin color.

Thinking hard, he pulled all the knowledge about skin he had gathered to the front of his mind for easy access. Colors. Skin was all about colors. Texture was important too… but he had found that humans liked soft skin, so he had that covered. Long ago, humans had discriminated against each other for their skin being darker shades. Completely idiotic. He looked at his green-tinted skin. If he added some white to it, making it a slightly lighter shade…. Then it wouldn’t be so different… and if humans could live with human’s whose skin was so dark it was nearly black, they would probably accept him.

The question was… how was he going to lighten his skin?

The answer was shockingly simple. Bleach. Toxic to humans, Zim found that he could literally bath in it and not feel more than a slight tingle. Sometimes it was nice being an Irken. Setting aside a container of bleach to bathe in later, he summoned a mirror from inside his PAK. What was another thing that set him apart from his peers? Having kept his inferior disguise on, he noticed immediately that his hair was all wrong. Sticking up in an almost comic manner, he quickly cast his wig off, his antennas springing free blissfully. A new hair-thing. That was what he needed. Color? Since humans seemed to like dark colors, he chose black. Length and style? For this part, Zim had to think long and hard. Finally he decided on shot and in a low ponytail. His PAK produced the wig, soft as silk. What else? Ah yes….

Clothing

Zim took the black razor-looking device and plugged it into his PAK. Putting the headphones on, he ran the device down the length of his body, the images from the magazines combining to form baggy black jeans and a baggy black T-shirt. Then the headphones came in handy. He just had to think of something, and it was there. Silver ornaments started to adorn the jeans, catching the light. On the shirt, he grinned and put the words ‘Aliens Exist’. It was a song to a popular band… and Zim thought it suited him. To top it off, he decided on some thin black bands to wear about his wrists in a stylish manner. Also, he had gloves that showed just the ends of his fingers… biker gloves. He hated touching things with his bare hands but he would have to now. Nodding to himself, he saved the clothing in the memory of the Irken device, changing back to his old Irken outfit. He would be human tomorrow… until then, let him be Irken…. Though by the darkness outside, there wasn’t much time left.

“Master, your bath is ready!!!”

Zim jerked his head up at the small robot in the doorway. IT had been quiet… unusually so, he had been wondering why. Now he knew. He nodded to Gir. “Good…but I think instead I’ll go bath in….” He looked at the bleach and shivered at the thought. “I CHANGED MY MIND! I will bathe in the bath you have prepared. Once clean I will bath with this….. Bleach.”

Gir let out a cheer and ran in front of Zim, looking back every so often to make sure he was following. Zim came into the bathing room, the room once again lit up by the light created by the mission goo, the room turned purple by the purple colored tub, the Irken symbol glowing brightly in the light. Of course since Gir had filled it, there were rubber ducks invading the tub. Zim forced back a smile at the gesture of the robot, forcing himself to show nothing. “Good work Gir… but no ducks next time.”

Gir saluted and ran off, no doubt to do something weasel-related.

Zim stripped and walked over to the bath, dipping a slender leg in first to check the temperature first, then sliding in, allowing the substance to wash over him in bliss, relishing the time he had before he had to become a normal human.

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Ok for everyone, I am making it so Zim has five fingers. Deal with it. Oh and thanks so much to my two reviewers!!! I'm trying to put them in character as much as possible. Tell me what you think alright? You guys are great!! *cling*
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