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The Expression of the Stars	By : SaphireMMTPX Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4577 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The Expression of the Stars

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Today's episode brought to by:

Viagra

It's great to stay up late!

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Dedication: Sakata

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Chapter 3:

Letters from the Inbox of Hell

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I growled and fumbled with the keyboard. Why must I be bothered by the Tallests? They made it pretty clear I wasn't to contact them at all. Ever again. Plus, not to mention they made it very, very clear, they hated me and never wished to see me ever again. I rubbed at my temples. My day wasn't going good at all. Were they just going to bitch at me more to spout off more anger a short invader induced? Why me. . . I clicked on the bottom message first, which was from Tallest Purple. I nearly fell off my chair at the length of the letter. I scanned it, over, and just barely got past the formalities when the important thing caught my eye.

~Zim, I know we've had our differences, and we’ve banished you and all. . . But, we need someone who is an expert with the substance called "water" and since your the only invader that can withstand this "water" I need, I mean, we need you to go on a mission for me, I mean us. Can you please mail me back? Or at least get on your computer? We need to talk in person and you'll understand better"~

My eye was quirked a bit. 'they' needed 'my' help? All because I can withstand "water." Whoop-tee-do. Why should I? I read every message from Purple. All basically the same, only ending with more annoyance I hadn't replied, with a touch of fear I wouldn't. It's been what. . . A week since I last used the Computer. Hey, don't judge me man, I was just getting into this new thing, a sport, called "Football." It baffles me how they call it "Football" and they use their hands to touch the ball more then their feet. Humans, go figure. I began on Red's first letter.

~"Zim, I know you think I know I hate you, But I don't. Blah, stupid formalities. I’m no good with them as Purple is. You know that. Besides, I need you down here. We need to invade a planet filled with "water." But I could care less. We need other things down before the invasion. Purple's idea really. He's bitching at me non stop. He's wanting to know why you haven't mailed back. I jokingly said you might be dead, but hey, no matter how many times we've tried to kill you, you come back. I got an earful. Anyways, reply to Purple or I'll take my Voot cruiser down to that "Arth" you live on, and are so fond of, and drag you back here. Anything for a good night's rest."~

Most were the same, but his got shorter and shorter. Then each would have;

~"Zim, answer damnit, or die!"~

I sighed as I opened Loki's letter. Her's was long. Wonderful. I was surprised to see it encoded in Irken. Wow, ya got to admit she tries hard to impress people.

~"Hey Zim-Ziminy-Zim-Zimers!"~ My eye twitched, I hate it when she calls me that. ~"How are you? I'm fine, glad you didn't ask. My father's being a bastard, yet again. Considering he isn't even my biological father. He's ignoring me non stop. I don't care if he's a world famous scientist like Dib's. My mother is on a drinking binge, and my step-sister is bringing home guy after guy, offering them to me first, and when I refuse she uses them for her own sick and twisted ways. Say, it's Tuesday now, and Gaz is having a sleep over on Saturday. I was wondering If I could bring GIR along. He's so adorable and I do need a new plushie, though he is a piece of metal. A cute one at that. Please? *Does various cute things you can see in the attachment* If you say yes I'll. . . Um. . . Do your home work for Ms. Sours' class for the next month and a half? PLEASE? Ok nuff of that. I was wondering, when is your birthday? Do Irkens even have birthdays? It would be so cool. If you do, how old are you? Earth/Irken years are appreciated. BOTH! Well my mom's being a raging drunken bitch. Jess is being the fat whore that she always is. (my sister.) Wonderful. Ego says hello I'm sure. Ego? Who's Ego your thinking? He's my pet chameleon. Prank and Trick are off somewhere in my bedroom looking for food. (They be ferrets! I wuv my fuzzies!) Anyways, See ya Zim!

Bye-so!"~

Well, that was long. Plus, I only caught one error. She called the Massive, which is Visasem, Visesam. Which is a type of laughing gas. I picked up on what she ment. Mind you there was about five more pages. Plus four attachments of her doing various cute things, and one with a pic of the entire gang running from a bunch of rabid dogs. My eyes were burning and felt like they would melt into a puddle of jelly. I groaned, and wrote back, quickly with my answer to Loki first. Shortly after I wrote an apology letter to the Tallests, saying I was busy and not using my lab anymore due to not being assigned to anything. I explained a few things, how much I've changed, but I left out my appearance. When I was completely done, thanking the gods above, I leaned back into my chair and took a long breath. The computer screen blipped, then, with out warning, a picture of the Irken Empire's logo flashed on screen.

~"Incoming, live, transmission from the Irken Empire, Zim"~

I jumped up and nearly fell out of the chair. I was just about to fall asleep too. I grumbled and fixed my hair, brushing the locks out of my eyes. I really need to change the computer's voice to something less loud and booming. Or at least get a roaming chip to detect how far away I was from the computer so it could turn up, or down the volume.

"Computer, accept transmission." I backed the chair up a bit, waiting for the computer to process the command. I kept running my fingers through my hair, deciding I liked the way my claws scraped against my scalp. Tallest Purple's image appeared on the screen, and boy did he looked tired, worn down, and frightened.

"Zim! Gods, where have you been boy, wait, never mind you just sent that message. Well Zim. . . What the hell. . . Hey, Red, c'mere, Look at this!" Purple turned to face Red, who was sitting peacefully, yet he had the same worn down look Purple had, and waved to him to get up and come to the computer.

"Yeah, what is it Purple?" Red was mumbling softly, hovering towards the computer screen. Then, he blinked and stared at me.

"You got to be shittin' me. You contacted an Earthling's house!? You idiot Purple!" My eye twitched. I wasn't 'that' human-looking was I? Then again I couldn't tell anymore. Years of blending in seemed to rip away my true identity. I opened my moth to say something, but Purple but in.

"'You' must be the idiot. Since when do human’s have bright red eyes, no nose and green toned skin?" Purple looked at Red, and jabbed him in the ribs. Red's squeak of discomfort made me smile a little.

"Ow! Since when do Irkens have hair? Or is that some weird mop wig thing, Zim?" I sighed and shook my head, though he was half right. I could see Red trying to hold back a bit of laughter.

"Nope, it's real hair. Fused to my scalp." I took a few locks, and yanked harshly, wincing a little bit because I had caught one of my antennae in the bunch. Red's eyes were very wide. Purple just nodded, knowing I had to make myself look more human so I wouldn’t get killed.

"But, your build's nothing like that of an Irken. You appear to be 5'9", and have growths on your arms and chest I’ve never seen before." My eye twitched a bit more, this time in irritation and offendedness.

"Those 'growths' you so wrongfully accuse them of being, are muscles. Big slabs of meat under the skin. What I used to get them was something new to the empire. It's called exercise. Something most Irkens rarely get when they use their mech legs. Or Voot cruisers and other traveling devices. Plus I eat a lot healthier foods Irkens can only dream of getting. We get fat-free, gourmet nachos with the works, same with curly fries." I smiled when their eyes when as wide as saucers.

"You hear that? They have-" Purple shut Red up by smacking him with a piece of cloth that closely resembled human undergarments. Briefs to be exact.

"Yeah, I heard. But our situation is a lot worse damn it!" Purple looked at me then smiled.

"Getting down to business I take it?" I said and stood up, yawning, and stretching my arms out.

"Shit! He's not 5'9" He looks taller!" I cracked open an eye, then laughed softly. Funny how all they cared about was height. I've learned height isn't was makes you smarter then everyone. It's how you process what goes on in your head, and how you act, and the hard work you do to get you where you wanna be.

"6'4" to be exact. But I'm not measuring or anything." I laughed a bit more, they both paled, going from a bright, vibrent green, to a pale pastel shade of the previous color. The Tallests themselves were only 5'3", and Dib was 5'10". GIR. . . Well um. . . GIR was like 2'1".

"Shit, if he came back, Purple, he could dethrone us. . . And. . ." I chuckled and licked my dry lips.

"I'm no longer interested in becoming the Almighty Tallest Zim. I'm very happy with my life here. Besides, I can't even control a simple disfunctioning SIR unit, let alone the Irken Empire. Well, what is your problem? Spit it out already. Dib's upstairs waiting for me." They gave me a quizzical look. Purple was shocked I didn't care much anymore. Red was giggling like a perverted banshee. "Not in 'that' sense as in waiting for me. You're a sicko. You may be the ruler of the Empire, but that still doesn't allow you to be rude. Especially with my sex life, with I don't even believe I have one." Red got into a full blown giggle fit.

"God, even Purple and I have a better sex life then you. This is rich!" Purple blushed just as red as Red himself, then looked down at his feet for a few moments. He coughed, then his hand shot out, grabbed Red's tunic, and pulled him close to his face. He hissed quietly. "I thought we had a deal, for you to be quiet about that!" Red's face contorted from the high amused look it was, to that of a scarred little bed slut, that just found he was to be shot, then fed to a hord of hungry necrophiliacs. He began to struggle to get away from Purple's wrath.

"Sorry!" Purple let him go, which when he did, Red fell right onto his bottom, landing with a slight thump, and whimper. Purple stared at Red for a moment, then looked back at me. I glanced at my watch. They managed to waste about a half an hour of my time. I guess Dib would watch "The Most Scariest Hotels in the World" afterwards. I gritted my teeth and my eye picked up the pace with the world's longest twitching record.

"Go. On. Before. I. Decide. To. Terminate. The. Transmission!" The both stared at me. I never sounded that, well, mean. Or demanding in a serious way. Purple sighed and continued, but not before swiftly tying Red up to a chair and turning him to watch re-runs of old Irken training movies in pale reds and blues.

"Ok, well, one of my friends is stuck on this planet. It doesn't have a name, we called it "Tadoniudech" Tado for short, and, well, they took the Massive from us and we'd like it very much if you'd get it back, please? Our troops managed to kill about 90% of the population. But. . ."

"But your 'in' the Massive." I looked at them, cocking my non-exsitant brow. "I can see your belongings and such." I pointed at a few random things inside the huge room the Tallests Red and Purple were forced to share.

"Yeah, about that, I was getting there. We're trapped in about, 700 slomireteks under the surface, and yeah. We need your help. Most of the entrances are covered in "water"."

"What about the special suits you made and. . ." I stopped when Purple's antennae twitched with a nervous, yet constant flick.

"The fitting rooms with our supplies are filled with "water". And, the second, third, and forth kitchen decks are under "water" as well." Purple became really quiet.

"It took me six, count 'em," I held up all my fingers, which made up six digits, "Six. One, two, three, four, five, six, thomns (months) to gets here. By the time I get there you'd be dead. By either starvation, lack of air, or, the water would seep in and slowly burn you to death, or if all that doesn't kill you, you'd be at the point of drowning." Purple's eyes lit up, and he grinned.

"Ok, what now?" I gritted my teeth. Boy they liked to leave out the major details and piss me off, didn't they?

"I have transporters, and they work! Fully operational too." Didn't he know that 'work' and fully operational were basically the same thing in Irken? If it works, it means it's fully operational. Most the of the time. If you exclude GIR that is.

"All right. I'll be there tomorrow I guess." They cheered and Red spoke up.

"Bring a few crates of nachos, tacos, and curly fires! With toppings. Don't skimp on the toppings!" Purple put his face into his tiny palm. and mutter something along the lines of "God damned simple one track mind." In Irken. I sighed.

"Well, farewell. Zim out." We said our 'formal' good byes then I fell back into my chair, groaning. My head ache wasn't getting any better. Infact, it got worse. Very worse. I felt the need to be held. But GIR would try and squish me if I asked that of him. I wanted Dib to hold me, and rub my scalp the right way. Right until I fell asleep. That would be nice. . . I stood and walked to the transporter room. I put in the coordinates for Irk that I'd be using the next day, and told the computer to begin packing for the trip. I turned and got into the elevator. I was going to see how Dib was fairing, and to see if GIR had killed him with the nasty food or bits of insanity yet.

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Saphire: YEAY! Done another chapter!
MMTPX: Hell! Bloody Hell! You people better be happy, she called me up at 3 a.m. to proof read this! If the proof reading sucks I could give a shit at the moment. I hate Frat parties with bad beer. I hate Beer period.
Saphire Aww, Sowwy. *huggles and kisses the Mazoku*
MMTPX: Mph. . . Thank you..*falls asleep in the cleavage*
Saphire: -Oo-;;; *pushes him off and continues to talk* Oh god, I'm horrible with puns! Saucers... Sorry, but I love Red and Purple Slash, if anyone knows of a good Red and Purple slash page/shrine, tell me. Then I'll award you by putting your made up char in the story! @_@ maybe. "Tadoniudech" in an anagram for "Touch and die". "slomireteks" is another anagram, but for "kilometers". "Thomns" are months. I love anagrams

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