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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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Dlbn: Here again with another update! Figured I'd post another chapter before I forgot where I posted again. XD

Disclaimer: I own nothing in this work of fiction, except for The Mask and Krill. Invader Zim and all related characters, locations, species, technology, and themes belong to Jhonen C. Vasquez

000

The next morning, Zim trudged downstairs to the kitchen. Krill was sitting at the counter with his father, chatting about military stuff. Zim froze in his spot. How had his dad found him?
“Oh, Zim, there you are.” Spork said. “This is Krill.”
“Hi, Zim.” Krill greeted. “Sleep well?”
“Uh…yeah.” Zim responded. “Thank you for…um…you know...dinner, and everything.”
“Oh, no problem.” Krill smiled.
“So this is who dropped you off yesterday, huh?” Spork wondered.
“Don’t act like you didn’t know, dad.”
Spork chuckled. “I’ll be in the other room.” He said, standing. “Nice to meet you, Krill.”
“You, too, Sir.”
“Don’t stay out too late.” Spork patted Zim on the shoulder as he left.
“But dad, I’m…”
He felt a hand wrap around his wrist and turned. Krill was behind him. “Your dad said that since I’m leaving, you and I could spend some time together before I go.”
“Oh.” Zim smiled. “Okay. Where to?”
“Ever been to the club in the Secondary Capital?”
“Secondary Capital?”
“You’ll see.” Krill grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the room.

000

Dib yawned and stretched out underneath the desk in his second period English classroom. His friends sat around the room, all looking as bored as he felt. Gretchen, one of the girls he’d known since first grade, was watching him through half laded eyes and he smiled at her. He knew she liked him, but he didn’t feel the same way. He didn’t like women, a fact which only his sister was aware of. There was no one worthwhile in the school for him anyway, so it would stay secret until someone from The Mask offered to be his club boyfriend and, eventually, his lover. Lovers were club boyfriends who fell for one another and dated outside of the club. Keef, one of the few gay males in school who had come out of the closet, was also watching him. Unlike Gretchen, he didn’t have a crush on the raven haired boy. Keef had guessed a few months ago that Dib was secretly gay, which he denied, and was always looking for reasons to prove him to be a liar. A couple other girls in his class, namely Zita and Sara, were watching him as well, doodling what he guessed were hearts and his name into their notebooks. Zita had been caught once in science class and the matter had been told in front of the entire class when she was scolded for it. Dib just flushed and waved shyly at her from his seat on the other side of the room. Torque, one of Dib’s closest friends, had eventually gotten Zita to go out with him, but she still had feelings for Dib. Anyone with half a brain could see that. Though his friends were on the football team, he wasn’t. He was, however, in the school Art club. He loved to draw. The bell rang, snapping Dib from his reverie. It was a Thursday, thankfully, so he only had one more day of school. And, to top it off, today was the last dame The Mask would be full of boring people. Sara tapped his shoulder and made him turn to her.
“Hi, Sara.” He greeted.
“Hey, Dib.” She smiled. “Um…listen…are you busy on Sunday?”
“No, why?” Dib leaned on his desk.
“Well, there’s this club down the road that I wanted to try. You wanna go?”
“Sure. What time?” He hoped it wasn’t at night.
“About 3?”
“Sure.” He smiled. “That works for me.”
“Okay.” She smiled. “So I’ll uh…see you in English tomorrow…?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, bye.”
“Bye.” He watched her go.
“About damn time, man.” Torque pat Dib on the back. “I was starting to believe Keef about you being gay.”
“What?” Dib’s eyes would have bugged out of his skull had he been a lizard.
“Just kidding, man, sheesh. I know you’re not a…you know.”
“Circle?”
“Yeah.”
Dib rolled his eyes. That was no big deal. As long as they didn’t use the ‘f’ term around him, he was fine. He claimed it was because he had a gay cousin that he didn’t like the word and, out of respect, asked that people didn’t use it near him. Torque removed his hand from Dib’s shoulder.
“Come on.” He said. “Don’t want to be late for Keegan’s class and be bitched at again, do we?”
“Definitely not.” Dib shook his head.
The two of them, as well as the rest of Dib’s clique, left laughing.

000

On the other side of the universe, Zim was laughing as well. The club Krill had brought him to was a bit flashier than what he was used to, put people didn’t flirt with him as much, either knowing who he was or assuming that he and Krill were an item from the way they acted. Sure, they hung out, but they were nothing more than friends. Zim chuckled at Krill’s story of the soldier in training who had shot his commanding officer in the foot on accident on his first day of training.
“How did he not see the man standing there?” Zim wondered.
Krill shrugged. “No idea, man.” He said. “He must have been straight, though.”
“How you figure?”
“They never have good aim.”
Zim caught the sexual meaning in the sentence and flushed, but still laughed. “That’s not very nice.” He informed.
Krill shrugged as a waiter dropped off drinks at their table. Zim poured himself a small shot glass of the brown liquid courage, but he didn’t drink it. He wasn’t allowed to have alcohol, though the legal age was 14, and wasn’t used to the taste.
“You don’t drink?” Krill asked, taking a swig from the bottle.
“I can’t now.” Zim looked point blank at the bottle.
Krill laughed. “I’m not germy.” He said. “Don’t worry about catching anything.”
“I don’t.” Zim laughed. “Honestly, though, mom never let me have it, even at her ‘victory parties’.”
“Really?” Krill shrugged. “Just being cautious, I guess. No point in starting so young.”
“How old were you when you first had a drink?”
“17.”
“Only a year difference.” Zim waved it off with his hand.
“A year is still a year.” Krill informed. “Lots of things happen. Like in a year, I won’t be here.”
The silence that filled their antennae was deafening. Zim scratched the back of his neck. “Which sucks.” He said. “Too bad we didn’t meet sooner.”
“Yeah, I know.” Krill said. “I usually don’t go to those parties, but I figure that it was my last week here, so I’d might as well go to one of them.”
“I’m glad you did.” Zim said.
“I’m glad I did, too.”
Zim flushed even darker.
“You’re so cute when you blush.” Krill reached across the table to cup Zim’s cheek in his hand.
“Thanks.” Zim put his hand on Krill’s.
Krill leaned over the table and pressed a light kiss to Zim’s lips, pulling away as quickly as he had leaned forward. “Was that okay?” He asked.
Zim nodded. “Yeah, fine.” He responded. “Could have lasted a bit longer, though.” Krill stood, pulling Zim with him. “I can make that happen, if you’d let me.”
“I’m considering it.” Zim cocked a smirk.
Krill pulled him off to a more secluded section of the club and pulled his close. Zim wrapped his arms around Krill’s neck and leaned in as their lips met, sending a spark through each of their bodies.
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