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Seeing Red	By : Florville Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8032 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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*Disclaimer: I do not own the Invader Zim characters and am not making any money off of this story. The characters and concept of the Invader Zim show, belong to the almighty Jhonen Vasquez (and I think partially to Nickelodeon). ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY JHONEN!! This disclaimer applies FOR ALL FUTURE CHAPTERS OF THIS FANFIC.

Chapter 5: Fallout

As he floated back towards the Control Deck, Red stopped suddenly, his antennae stiffening when he saw Meero approaching. The more Red saw him, the more he hated him…he’d kill Meero if Purple didn’t like the stupid little squag-dropping so much. But suddenly, it occurred to Red that he didn’t really have to kill Meero to get rid of him.

“Invader Meero!” he barked, scowling.

The shorter Irken jumped, then stood at attention and saluted. “Yes, my Tallest!”

“Prepare for reassignment. We’re approaching Plookesia. You’ll be given a ship, a compact mobile base, and a S.I.R. unit tomorrow morning.”

Meero blinked at him, confused. “But Sir, I’m only a training-level Invader!”

Red waved dismissively. “It’s of little importance. The Plookesians should be easy to conquer.” He scowled, his antennae twitching angrily. “And stand at attention when you’re receiving an order, squag-dung!”

The shorter Irken stood stiffly and saluted. “Sir, yes, Sir! Invader Meero accepts reassignment.”

Red nodded curtly. “Good. Dismissed.” As he floated away down the hall, Red grinned cruelly. The Plookesians were actually a race that the Irken Empire had avoided for a long time…Plookesians may have a passive nature, but the amount of super weapons they possessed was enough to pose a threat to the Empire, and even to destroy the Massive, if they so desired. But he had a plan…he’d send Meero down, then send an emergency hail to the Plookesian Ambassador warning him that a defective and malfunctioning Irken had stolen equipment and was going to try and initiate a war between the Empire and the Plookesians, but that the Empire had no intent to engage in hostilities. He’d tell the Ambassador to put a bounty on Meero’s head, and that would be that. No more distractions for Purple. Red could say that Meero was killed in the line of duty, and Pur would be none the wiser. Problem solved!

*

Purple looked up from where he was sitting at the helm, smiling in relief when he saw Red sit down beside him.

“Where’ve you been?”

Red blinked at him, although he was pleasantly surprised that Purple had been concerned as to his whereabouts. “Oh, just taking care of a few things.”

Pur shook his head. “I went looking for you. You said you’d be in the lab.”

“I was, for a while, then I had a couple more things I had to take care of.” Red smiled to himself, thinking of how much better he’d feel when that horrid little Invader was gone.

“Oh.” Purple looked up at the main view screen absently, feeling a twinge of guilt. “Red…I wanted to ask you something.”

Red quirked an antenna, a feeling of uneasiness washing over him for a split second then fading as he wondered what was on Pur’s mind. “Yes?”

“If you…I mean…well…” Purple cleared his throat, running a hand over his antennae anxiously. “Do you really hate Meero?”

Red blinked at him. “Hate him?” He considered this. He was disgusted by the little Invader, and angry at him for even thinking of going near his co-Tallest, and…well, yes, he was jealous of him for having Purple’s affections. “No. I don’t hate him.” Soon it wouldn’t matter anyway.

“But you don’t like him.”

Red sighed. “I don’t trust him, Purple. I’ve already told you that.”

Purple fidgeted. “I know…but…why don’t you like him?”

Red gazed at Purple for a long moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I just don’t, Pur.” He snapped. “I don’t need a reason not to like someone.”

“But you do have one.” Pur crossed his arms, his antennae twitching.

Red turned, looking at him warily. “What?”

Purple shook his head, then glared at Red, his expression almost hurt. “You know, Red…I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”

Red’s feeling of uneasiness grew slightly. “I don’t think you’re stupid at all.” Naïve, Pur, but not stupid… “Why would you say that?”

Purple’s antennae drooped. “Never mind.”

*
Early in the evening, Purple wandered into the Main Lounge to have a snack, smiling brightly when he saw Meero sitting in one of the window seats. He grabbed a snack and floated over to him, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss against the top of Meero’s head, then sitting down with him. When Meero didn’t meet his eyes, Purple reached out and touched his hand.

“Meero?”

The Invader sighed heavily. “Don’t tell me you don’t know.”

Purple blinked at him in confusion and worry. “Know what?” He leaned forward, holding Meero’s hand tighter. “Meero, what’s wrong?”

Meero shook his head. “I’ve been assigned as Invader of Plookesia.”

“What?!” Purple gaped. “By who?”

The shorter Irken sighed. “Who else? Red gave me the order a few hours ago. I’m getting my S.I.R. Unit and my other supplies tomorrow.”

Purple frowned in confusion. “But you’re not even of the proper rank!”

Meero took a long sip of his drink, then set it down. “He doesn’t care. He said it wasn’t important.” Meero looked down at the table quietly.

Clenching his fists, Purple rose to his feet. “I’m going to go talk to him.”

*

Red sat back in his room, sipping at a soft drink, pleased with himself. As of tomorrow morning, that stupid little Invader would be gone. What a relief. Finally, he’d have Purple to himself. And the first set of voice-automated robes would be ready in a few hours. He couldn’t wait.

Red almost fell out of his chair in shock when Purple burst into his room, absolutely livid.

“What are you trying to pull, Red? Huh?”

He blinked at his co-Tallest, his drink still in his hand. “What do you mean?”

Purple scowled, his eyes glittering angrily, his antennae stiff. “You reassigned Meero. Not only that, you reassigned him to a mission that he’s not qualified for.”

Red sighed. “Oh, that.” He rolled his shoulders, his armour shifting slightly. “Seriously, Purple, the only qualification he’s lacking is the Certificate of Rank. I can make one up for him if it would make you feel better.”

“That’s not the point!” Purple shouted. “You’re only sending him off the ship so that him and I will have to break up!”

Red blinked at him in feigned surprise. “What? That’s ridiculous! He should thank me! I’m sneaking him up through the ranks, which is something a Tallest shouldn’t do.”

“No, Red. I won’t let you do it. You’re not sending him down there.” Purple crossed his arms, scowling angrily. “I’m not going to let you put him in danger. I care about him, and I don’t want him getting hurt.”

Shrugging nonchalantly, Red took another sip of his drink, then set it down on the desk, standing and stretching. “It’s not a matter of whether or not you let me. The order has already been approved by the Control Brain.” It was a lie, but he wanted Meero as far away from himself and Purple as he could possibly get him, no matter what it took.

“It’s just as easy to cancel an order, and you know it, Red. Stop trying to get out of this.” Pur hissed through clenched teeth, his antennae starting to quiver, his fists clenching. “He’s not going, and that’s final. Reassign someone else.”

“Pur, he’s the best suited for the job.” Red argued, trying to keep his temper in check.

“FINE!!” Purple snapped. “You know what? Go ahead and send him to that planet.” His amethyst eyes narrowed to dark slits. “I’m going with him.” Pur turned and stalked towards the door.

Red’s eyes widened in shock and he went after him, grabbing him by the arm. “What?! You can’t! You’re a Tallest, you can’t just up and l—” his objection was cut short when Purple’s metal gauntlet collided with the side of his face, and he backpedaled, landing hard on the floor. He blinked up at his long time co-ruler in shock, gingerly holding his injured cheek. In all the years he’d known Purple, he’d never seen him raise a hand to anyone, let alone himself. Red’s antennae flattened submissively against his skull as Purple started shouting at him.

“You know something, Red? You seem to be doing just fine handling this Empire by yourself, especially seeing as how you try to order me around like one of your petty officers.” His eyes narrowed, his antennae stiffening in pure, unadulterated fury. “Not only that, I found your stupid log book.” He snarled. “Really smart, Red. Did you think your death threat would make me forget about my feelings for Meero? You’re a lying, betraying, disgusting excuse for a Tallest, and I don’t even want to be in the same GALAXY as you any more!!” Purple was shaking now, he was so angry. “You took advantage of me. How could you? I trusted you, Red! Since the day we were Ordained, I’ve trusted you with my life, and now you pull a big fancy prank on me, wrapping me up in your lies just because of your STUPID jealousy!! Well you know what, Red? You won’t abuse my trust ever again. You can go to planet Dirt and ROT.” Purple stormed out of Red’s quarters, returning to his own, still trembling with rage.

Red sat there on the floor, his eyes still wide with shock, the side of his face throbbing painfully. Everything had just fallen apart around him, and the one thing he wanted most was now well and truly lost.

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To Krimzon: Are you dancing?
To BurningSilence: Sorry for getting the jingle stuck in your head. And the clapper reference was done on purpose. If you look at the previous chapter, there's a disclaimer at the top for The Clapper.
To InvaderMonkey: Glad to hear you're in a good mood...hope I didn't ruin it with this chapter...
To vtsfy: I'd say things have gotten interesting, yes...*winks* And I'm quite happy about the convert. If you could give her my regards, that would be muchly appreciated.
To Tama-Sama: It's kinda hard to hate Meero, isn't it? And Pur is so cute when he's dense...
To Kharn: Hope I updated soon enough for you! *lurve*
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