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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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“So it’s been confirmed. Dib doesn’t really believe in any of that stuff, he only wants to prove he’s different. He pretends to believe in bigfoot and aliens so that he will get noticed.” Zim smiled at the chorus of murmurs that followed his simple sentence. The one thing people hate enough to ignore….other people that are just the same.

“That’s like… not cool. You mean he just wanted the attention?” The Letter M raised the question that Zim had been waiting for someone to ask.

“That’s right. And you all have been encouraging him by talking about him. After all, even bad attention is better than no attention at all….” He left that to hang in the air as lunch ended. He had brought chips for everyone this time. Let them see him as a giver… as a friend… as someone who is here to help. Chips now, cooperation later.

Back to class and Dib began giving a report on the Loch Ness monster. Usually the kids would mock him. Laugh and tell him he was crazy. Not this time. Even Ms. Bitters waited longer than usual, looking for the insults that weren’t there. Finally she sent The Dib back to his seat. Zim watched him out of the corner of his eyes. His golden eyes were confused. He was almost surely trying to put the facts together. Zim could only smile to himself. It wouldn’t take long now.

Manipulation. A wonderful word to Zim’s ears. He even liked the way it sounded. Like music. And every time he talked to the other kids, bending them to his will and watching them heartily agree, it was like a chorus, all singing his song. He was in… no… he was on top. No longer trying to fit in with others, others tried to fit in with him. The colder he was, the more they wanted to be like him. The more they did what he said… what he wanted. And he wanted them to ignore The Dib.

And ignore him they did.

For the rest of the week, he watched as the human was slowly cut off from the small amount of recognition that he had. No one even responded to him anymore. Those who would point and laugh, now looked straight through him, as if he wasn’t there. He would walk along the halls and get bumped into, nearly going more backwards than forewords.

Alone. Everything he did, he did alone. Keef had gotten the flu while visiting someone else at the hospital and was out of school. Drawing doodles during class, he didn’t say anything about it. Every once in awhile he would start talking out loud about showing Zim’s true self to the world or about some sort of mythological being…. But no one would even glance his way. After awhile, they didn’t even talk about him behind his back anymore. He was like someone’s else’s shadow. Always there…. But never noticed. No one would ever notice their own shadow, let alone someone else’s…. and he had become the same… all at the hands of Zim.

Friday came and Dib had another project, this time about dragons. He stated facts that he insisted were true. Their coloring, habits, where they lived, blurry pictures that were supposed to be sightings. When he was done, Ms. Bitters gave him a C and told him to return to his seat. She didn’t wait for questions or comments. She was smart enough to know that something was happening and that everyone was ignoring Dib…. She knew, and she didn’t care.

Zim watched as he went back to his seat, holding his information close, as if afraid someone would take it away. He stood tall and smiled, as if he knew he was right and was sure that someday everyone else would know it too. Zim watched him carefully, not even bothering to hide his open stare. Something wasn’t right. He was acting as if nothing was wrong. Why? He should be crestfallen…. Shaken at least. Humans positively thrived on contact with one another… the whole ‘let me lean on you and later I’ll let you lean on me’ thing. Who did The Dib have to lean on?

By now the lunch table was centered around him. Kids fought to sit next to him… yet it didn’t matter. All Zim could think about was The Dib, wondering about him. He had long since given up giving food to the others, they now tried to give their treats to him. Chocolate was constantly shoved at him… and he accepted it.

He had found that he hadn’t minded the human’s invention called ‘chocolate’…. ok maybe that was an understatement. He ADORED chocolate. The creamy way it melted in his mouth, the sweetness coating his senses. Like a legal high, it made it slightly light-headed, his senses being far more attentive than a humans. He tried to keep away from it as much as possible… but as soon as the others found out that he liked the brown rapture, they immediately began giving it to him, and with it held literally right under his nose… he couldn’t resist.

Even as he munched on the sweetness, his mind traveled back to the Dib, his eyes wandering over to his table where he sat with his sister. The Dib didn’t even glance over but instead ate his lunch in silence as his sister played a hand held video game. The he turned to his sister and began to speak about some sort of ghost he thought haunted his paper bag because his piece of cake was missing. The discussion kept going even as Gaz silently took out a two pieces of cake from her own bag and began eating them.

By the time lunch was over, Zim thought he had found the answer. Gaz. The sister. The Dib had talked to her all through lunch. Zim needed to stop her from paying attention to him… but it was FRIDAY! If he didn’t do it today… he would have to wait another few days to talk to her. He would NOT go to the humans house just to talk. It was beneath him.

As Gaz went to go back to class, Zim pulled her aside and found her fist lodged into his stomach before he could blink. He doubled over in pain and looked up at the girl and blinked stupidly. She glared down at him. “Don’t touch me… what do you want?”

Straightening up to his full height he looked her in the eye. “Stop paying attention to your brother. Without you he will have no one to talk to and he will crave attention.”

Gaz snorted. “I don’t give him attention… but if you want me to stop I will. I once went up into his room as he was talking to himself and he convinced himself I was listening. Dad sometimes makes me do that. I’ll stop though now that I have an excuse.” Turning she walked back to her class, leaving Zim there to stare after her.

How could a sister be so cruel to her own brother? She was like an Irken in that view. She seemed to share none of this ‘family love’ that humans were always going on about. Zim already knew that the father always worked, never having time for his kids, and since Gaz had rescued him once from Zim’s base, Zim had just assumed that they would be extremely close, despite the fact that during school she seemed to ignore him as much as the other kids were doing to him now. Seeing his musings so wrong, made him slightly angry…. Then the anger gave way to confusion.

So Gaz wasn’t the one that he talked to? Then who? Himself? He walked to class, the pain in his middle subsiding. The Dib was strange… very strange. Zim’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t understand the human. Every day, Dib would come over at least once and make a new attempt to get in. But his attempts were half hearted… almost bored. It made Zim’s blood boil.

The Dib was supposed to fear being alone! He was supposed to try to seek out company… try to fit in. He was supposed to come crawling back to Zim on his stomach like the worm he was! He wasn’t supposed to act like nothing was wrong… unless… The thought seemed almost too much. What if he wasn’t acting? What if he really didn’t need others to keep him sane. To keep the doors of his mind securely locked and out of Zim’s reach.

Zim began walking back to class, realizing he would be late. He walked through the deserted halls and mused over his thoughts. The Dib was a more formidable foe that he thought. He wasn’t like other humans and therefore couldn’t be treated like one… but what else would he be? What should Zim treat him as? An Irken?…… Zim’s mind tried to close around the idea. The human did share many qualities that Irkens had. He was fiercely loyal to his thoughts and beliefs and his self-given mission to save Earth. Independent. Perhaps he should start looking at the human as an Irken rather than a human. As a human, Zim would underestimate him like he had before. As an Irken…….

Zim blinked, still walking to his classroom. WHAT WAS HE THINKING!?!?! The Dib was human through and through. He was not in ANY way like a superior Irken. Zim was Irken, The Dib was human. Nothing more said. There were no similarities between the two of them. They were not the same in any way! Rage filling him, he looked over what he had just been thinking. How had he so easily wrapped his mind around that thought? How could he have even considered it!?!?

Stalking to the door of the classroom, he looks in and his gaze immediately locks on Dib. Sitting there quietly, he doesn’t even glance in the Irken’s direction. He fiddles with his pencil, he runs his hand through his long black hair, he doodles idly in his book, but he doesn’t look Zim’s way.

The Dib was still ignoring him!!! Alone, friendless, and the human was still ignoring him, acting like nothing was wrong. Zim’s eyes flashed with rage. He would show him. He would show EVERYONE how much he despised The Dib. He glanced at the clock. One minute till class started. Ferocity ran through him and he glared angrily at the human. He would show them… and he would do it before class started. Determinedly, he walked over to Dib and stood in front of his desk.

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Sorry again for the short chapter
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