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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:

Pepsi

We're the only company to endorse an adorable child to sell our products, then a grown up whore.

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Dedication: Sakata, Cel, TPQ(ArmAndLeg), HopelessParanoidRomantic, and Lina Metallium

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Chapter 6:

Tumbling and Fumbling

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Ok, so I am almost finished making those tablets, and what do you know? I need sugar, of which is upstairs. Bloody wonderful. This ment I had to take a shoot up the third level, then walk a level, then take another shoot. I think I'll order those titanium rods tomorrow. I got up from the comfy chair and walked to the transportation room. An idea clicked into my head. I could just teleport myself into my kitchen! Wonderful thing Irken enhanced earth technology is. Reaching up for the wrist band I felt around the top shelf of the room.

*SNAP*

"FUCK! ISH ISH GOFLOP!" I jerked my hand back and wailed with the sudden pain in my hand. In my effort to get the mouse trap off my fingers, I was apparently doing a dance that strongly resembled the Twist. I hissed in pain as I got it off, my fingers were turning a lovely shade purple, indicating I'd have a line across my fingers for quite some time to come.

"Jeez, why my?" I figured, fuck it, I'll take the first method to the upstairs. If I hadn't been fooling around I'd have been up stairs and with a bag of sugar by now. I got into the shoot and waited patiently for the air to suck me back up to the third floor. When I arrived, I nearly tripped, yet again, over something that belonged to GIR. I fell forward and onto a table, breaking it in half. Wonderful. I'll have to clean that up later, or. . .

"Computer!" I waited for the computer's reply. Lately I'd talk to my computer and ask how it was doing and such, and it'd talk back to me. Eh, only Nerds and Geeks would think that was cool. Especially when mine could be downloaded into GIR, granted he doesn't misplace his brain chip for a random piece of food, or I could put the computer into a beautiful electronic female love unit. Wait, not love unit. Then Dib would ask to borrow her and. . . Yes, ew. Not that I'd use it if I did, I'd just let her walk about outside for an hour a day. Creepy no?

"Yes, Zim?" It giggled with it's answer. I sighed. Great, did she get into the internet again and look at the pornography? Joy, a horny house that is as mature as a fourth grader.

"Err, right, Please have a cleaning unit clean up this mess, sorry to bother you from your 'pornies'." I scoffed and the computer just bleeped at me in annoyance.

"Yes, Zim." I turned and walked up the flight of stairs, and nearly fell through a gaping hole in the fifthtenth step.

"Eh. . . Computer, could you pleas fix this as well? Oh, and make to rid the house of any rodents excluding my ferret cage upstairs. Because, if they end up stuck in toilet paper tubes again, I'll stick you into GIR's body while GIR's mind is still in there!"

"Ok Ok!" The computer buzzed and blipped then the hole was immediately fixed, and a rat went flying past my head into the garbage disposal on this floor.

"And try not to kill me in the process." Getting to the top, I got inside the shoot there and went the rest of the way to the main floor. Apparently, the computer miscalculated and I ended up being shot about a foot into the air, hitting the entrance way's roof.

"Ah! God, That's it, I’m gonna change about everything sooner or later. . ." My speech wavered as I looked at Dib. His head was resting peacefully on the table, asleep and drooling. I smiled and walked over to him, pulling out a chair and sat down beside him. Resting my head in the palm of my right hand, I reached out and removed a strand of hair, that very annoying yet adorable scythe lock, from his face. It was drooping in Dib's face over those oversized glasses he wore. I always wanted to know why he bothered to wear them. People made fun of him for it, and his eyes were a wonderful shade of amber. "So peaceful."

I thought of how he'd look with out the glasses, then with out the trench coat. Eh, muscular arms, yet not over powering I bet. More or less a scrawny type of muscular. Hm, with out a shirt, that'd be nice and with out pants. . . Maybe he is commando under those and. . . Gah! I am not thinking like this! I refuse too. He's an old enemy, and now my best friend. Bleh I need to get laid or find a bed-friend. That's the logical answer. Yes of course. I'm just horny, and my body is just trying to take it out ont he nearest living thing that hasn't forsaken me ye. I stood and when I did, I pushed the chair with a bit to much force, it went flying across the floor, hitting the wall near the fridge. Loosing my footing, I fell backwards, and I instinctively grasped for anything to keep me from falling. And it just so happened to be Dib that I grabbed.

"Shit!" I fell back, Dib's unconscious body falling limply on top of me. I lay there, completely still, afraid I'd killed him. Sitting quietly, I could feel his heart pounding, pumping his blood through his veins, and soft breathing which was more then enough proof he was still in the world of the living. Oh thank Gods. I slowly hulled Dib off me and sat up, carefully placing him on the ground and checked him for a concussion, but considering he has such a thick head, he would be fine. Though, I still was worried.

"Jesus, you scared the fucking shit out of me, worm baby." I shook my fist at him, then laughed. He couldn't hear me, or see my classic old gesture. If had though, we would have had a play fight there. Only involving those giant foam bats. Hehe I love those.

". . . Zim. . ." My eyes snapped open and I looked down at Dib. He's awake?

"Yeah Dib?" I watched his mouth move, then he began to snore quietly.

"Mmmm. . ."

"Oh, incoherent mumbling." I smiled. The way he had just mumbled my name set my cool skin a blaze for a few seconds. Slowly, yet very absent-mindedly, I ran my clawed thumb over his full lips. Over these few years, Dib had grown into a fine young man. A fine one indeed. "Any person to end up with him would be blessed more then the gods above." Dib's mouth twitched, his lips curled around my digit and slowly rubbed them against me. I held my breathe for a second, not moving. My mind was wavering on that like something I saw on that Channel 69...

". . . Zim. . . Mmmmm. . ." Immediately, my hand retreated to my chest, my other hand holding the one that was blessed with that simple touch as if I was burned.

"Dib. . . Ya-you awake?" I reached out and poked him in the ribs. He didn't even stir. Shaking my head, and sighed. "Stupid Zim, you know he's asleep." I mumbled to myself.

As my gaze fell back onto his face, I could see a slight blush on his pale cheeks, yet a constrained look of fear knitted into his eye brows. Slowly, my arm snaked under his the crook of his legs, the other around his shoulders. My first thought was to place him onto the couch to rest and duel out the nightmares he always had, but, then again, that was GIR's dirty old couch of filth and slime.

"Note to self: Get a new couch, or at least clean the old one."

GIR was peaking out from the stair well, looking at us with a very confused glint in his eyes. He wanted to come down and ask what was the matter with Dib, but was too afraid if it was a bad time. Over the years GIR had slightly, oh so slightly, gotten a bit more intelligent, and knew when not to come bounding into a room. GIR slowly made up his tiny mind and whispered so softly, I barely caught it.

"Is Dib gonna be ok master? You wook worried." I turned and flashed a simple smile at him, nodding.

"GIR, could you clear the crap from the stairs so I can put him to bed in the guest room?" GIR didn't move, then sheepishly replied like a little child.

"The bedroom is filled with all your extra supplies master." I huffed and muttered quietly, but GIR still heard me.

"Fine, he'll sleep in my room." That drew a more irritable squeal from GIR. Almost as disturbing as when he commented on my sexual organs earlier. I was glad I had left my bedroom door open, other wise trying to unlock it and get in would prove to be a bit of a hassle. I kicked some clothes into the corner and set Dib down. He immediately curled up into a ball and snuggled himself into my oh so soft mattress made completely of fish tank fluff with a silky covering.

"Hey now, I gotta get you out of those, you can't sleep away the rest of the day in your day time clothes. it's only 1:45, yey, but still. The coat can come off at least." I chuckled. God did I sound like a motherly parent or a wife.

". . . Zim. . . Please. . ." My face switched to a look of worry, and curiosity.

"Please? What do you mean by please, Dib?" I poked him, taking his glasses off and placing them on the beside table.

". . .No....Don't die Zim, I. . ." Now I am uber confused. What the fuck?

"Dib, your having nightmares, you'll awake soon. I reached out and pulled his coat down his shoulders, then he curled into a tight ball and started to weep. "Dib, shhhh shh..." I rubbed his back and cooed softly, feeling some muscle beneath the fabric. I managed to pull his coat down to his wrists, but his hands were hanging on to the sleeves for dear life, I had to tickle his side in order to make him let go.

"Eheha. . . Mhm. . ." Jesus he's a heavy sleeper. Funny thing, if this was a few years back he'd have tried to jump me and kill me for making the slightest sound. now here I was, trying to make him more comfortable and he was giggling in his sleep like GIR. Funny, this used to be my greatest adversary, my only one when I didn't piss Gaz off. But still, now he was a quivering mass of slumber ridden flesh. something bothered me. Dib was stirring again and I decided to do a few tests before he awoke.

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Ok Ok, I know Zim falls way to much in this chapter or the story. But He's Zim remember? Just be glad he's not laughing like a retard and falling on his face, getting up, run, fall, up, run, fall, then laugh. He's not Patrick from Sponge Bob!

Fish tank fluff, I think, if the best filler for a pillow! so soft...

Well I am done ^_^ but not with my ficcage!
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