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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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Chapter 8: Respect

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Meero coughed, blood trailing from one corner of his mouth as he looked up at Red hatefully for a long moment, then grinned. “Jealousy is so unbecoming,” his eyes narrowed, “No matter what you do to me, it’ll never change the fact that I took something from him that you’ll never have.”

Red’s eyes narrowed and he growled. “And what would that be, drone?” His guards stood outside the cell door, having been ordered not to enter. He wanted this slimy little wretch alone.

The Invader snickered. “You’ll never be his first.”

Rage boiled up inside of Red until he was seething with it, and he stepped forward, smashing Meero across the face with his gauntlet, then hauling him up by one antenna. “If those words ever come out of your mouth again, I’ll have it sealed shut.” He hissed, his antennae stiff.

The shorter Irken gasped and hissed in pain at the rough yanking on his antenna, but eventually Meero’s eyes glittered. “Oh, a few of the officers have noticed that you’re Taller than him, Tallest Red. Have you measured yourselves recently? Or is it just that it’s more convenient to have him on your arm at political functions?”

Red snarled, twisting his antenna roughly. “You are no longer an officer, squag-roach. I wouldn’t worry about those things if I were you. I’d worry more about what I’m going to do to you before you die.”

Meero scowled, then spat blood in Red’s face.

The Tallest’s scarlet eyes narrowed to razor-thin slits, blazing with hatred and fueled by possessive rage. “I’m going to have you begging for death before we even reach Judgementia.” Red threw Meero against the wall, then turned and left the cell, taking a clean cloth held out to him by one of the guards and wiping his face as he went towards the Control Deck.

*

Purple started to tap his fingers nervously against the edge of his seat, wondering why Red was taking so long. He was almost half an hour late; usually it was Purple who wasn’t punctual. It wasn’t like Pur was unaccustomed to running the ship or anything; it was just…well…since what had happened, he didn’t like being alone. And even though he had over thirty officers surrounding him on the Control Deck, he still felt afraid. He no longer felt confident enough to trust them. Not only that, he felt like they were watching him. Judging him. What if word of what had happened had gotten out? What if his officers knew? Purple rubbed his temples, his cheeks flushing deeply.

His sore antennae pricked forward when he heard the familiar sound of his co-Tallest’s hover belt, and he lifted his head, looking up at Red, who was wiping his hands on a cloth, which he promptly tossed aside for a random janitorial drone to sweep away. Purple gazed at Red for a long moment and then looked around nervously. “What took you so long?”

Red stretched, his armour glinting in the light. “Just taking care of something.”

Purple frowned a little, his antennae lowering again. “There’s blood on one of your gauntlets.”

Red quirked an antenna. “Is there?” He hummed, obtaining another rag from a service drone, polishing the metal idly.

“What were you doing?” Purple asked softly, feeling uneasy.

Red waved dismissively. “I told you. I was just taking care of something.”

Pur gazed at him for a little longer, then sighed and shrugged it off.

An hour or so passed on the Control Deck before Purple felt hunger gnawing at him, and he looked at the door which led to the lounge, debating on whether or not he wanted food that badly. Normally he’d just float off and get some, but not now…

Red was scanning through the last progress report, a puppet show from Meekrob, tapping his fingers idly against the screen as he considered the information being presented.

Purple clenched his teeth. He was still angry at Red for lying to him. And besides, Red still wanted to…do those types of things with him…and it scared him. He didn’t want those kinds of touches any more. Purple closed his eyes, his expression pained. He was scared to get close to someone again, especially Red. Sure, Red had saved him from Meero, but maybe that was just due to his own personal agenda…Purple truly didn’t know any more. Rising to his feet, he looked at Red for a moment, quickly turning away when his co-Tallest looked up at him with concerned scarlet eyes. Floating off, Purple went to the lounge alone.

Slipping into a stool at the floating bar, Purple ordered a bag of chips and something to drink. As he ate his snack, he looked down at his reflection in the shiny bar top, eventually losing himself in his own thoughts, most of them painful.

*

Red watched as Purple left the Control Deck, having to suppress the urge to get up and go after him. He sighed heavily. Purple needed his space right now. But when forty-five minutes passed and Purple still hadn’t returned, Red got up and went towards the lounge. Hey, he had an excuse! He was worried. And with what had happened, there was no way that Pur could blame him.

Entering the lounge, Red looked around, spotting Purple at the snack bar and just watching him for a while, observing the way he was sitting. It made him ache inside; Pur looked so sad. Red wasn’t used to that; usually Purple was grinning about something, or pouting, or even just looking bored. But Pur was sad now, and it looked all wrong. Sighing, Red drifted towards him.

Purple almost jumped out of his skin when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he cried out sharply, drawing the attention of most of the patrons of the bar.

Red winced. “Sorry. I said your name, but you didn’t answer.”

Purple’s cheeks flushed and he tried not to notice the way everyone was staring at him. “I was just…thinking about stuff.”

Red nodded, sitting down next to him. “You’ve been gone for almost an hour, Pur.”

Purple’s eyes widened and he blinked at his co-ruler. “What?”

“You’ve been gone for almost an hour. I got worried about you.”

“Oh.” Purple turned away, his antennae lowering as he sipped at his drink, which was almost empty.

Red watched him for a moment, then sighed softly. “Well, now that I know you’re okay, I’ll head back to the Control Deck. I just wanted to check on you.”

Purple nodded silently, looking down at the counter top again.

Giving Pur one last, longing gaze, Red turned and left the lounge.

Purple saw him leave out of the corner of his eye, sighing softly. He’d really been gone for an hour? He checked the time piece inside his left gauntlet, his aching antennae twitching slightly when he saw that it was true. But he didn’t want to leave just yet. He shifted into a quiet, shadowy corner of the snack bar, sighing heavily.

“It’s the weirdest thing, though, Yai. One day I was training him, the next—” the Invader snapped her fingers, “—he was gone. Just like that.”

“He must’ve gotten in dookie for something, Invader Krim.”

Pur tensed, his gaze following the source of the voices: an Invader and one of her students who had seated themselves at a booth nearby. Purple felt nauseous.

“So where is he?” the young Invader-in-training inquired.

The Invader named Krim shook her head. “I don’t know. But if he got in dookie, I guess maybe he’s in a holding cell or something.”

“But he was an Invader-in-training! I mean, come on, what could he possibly have done that would deserve being put in a cell?”

Purple pushed his drink and his chips away, not feeling hungry any more as a shudder ran down his spine.

The Invader was quiet for a long moment before speaking. “I heard a rumour that there was an assassination threat against Purple’s life.” She raised a gloved hand. “Mind you, it’s only a rumour. But if Meero was the one responsible…”

Purple groaned softly, burying his face in his hands. How much did these officers know?

“But I thought they were…you know…dating.”

The words made Purple flinch. That’s what he got for dating an officer. He should have known better…

Krim sighed. “I don’t know. They did seem happy together, but…” another sigh, “I just don’t know.” She took a sip of her soda, then put it down. “And another thing: who would ever make a threat against Almighty Tallest Purple’s life? I mean, Tallest Red, I would understand, as he’s far more aggressive, but…”

Purple frowned. Again, he was reminded of Meero’s insults. And having them reinforced by his own officers…it was devastating.

“Tallest Purple is more passive,” the Invader-in-training interjected.

A growl caught in Purple’s throat. Passive?

“No. Not passive.” Invader Krim frowned. “He’s stronger than he lets on, Yai. Far stronger. And if Meero made any attempt against Almighty Tallest Purple’s life, then I pity the poor idiot. He deserves the fullest extent of Irken law for such blasphemy.”

The young student nodded, munching on some chips. “Besides, Tallest Purple’s a nice guy. I like him. I still can’t figure out why someone would want to hurt him.”

Invader Krim shook her head, frowning. “I told you, Yai, it’s a rumour. Say no more about it.” Her tone was stern.

Purple rose to his feet, floating towards the exit to the lounge, pausing at the table where Krim and Yai were sitting.

Both officers jumped to their feet, standing at attention and saluting. “My Tallest.”

He gazed at Invader Krim for a long time, looking deep into her eyes and seeing nothing there but respect. It made him feel a little better.

“At ease,” Purple murmured, then left the lounge to return to the Control Deck.

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To Kharn: *waves* Send a postcard!
To !!: Yeah…poor, cute little Purple…*pets him*
To Haywire_Hakaze (the Reviewy-Peep Formerly Known As VTSFY): Sorry it took me so long to update! *lurve* I feel bad…but I hope this chapter was satisfying!
To XxSilentNightRainxX: It’s hard not to, isn’t it?
To Krimzon: OMFG, thank you sooooo much for the art! I lurve it! I lurve it good! *glomps* Much lurve back! *LURVE*
To Tama-Sama: Yeah, Red does feel really bad. Probably why he’s so aggressive with Meero…and hey, did you get my email?
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