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Deep Rooted Desire	By : Bernibee Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 4201 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“Stupid Dib-pig!”
Zim was pacing up and down in his base.
“Always in my way! Stupid stinking large headed earth stench filth beast!!” Zim swiped at the air, imagining that he was slashing Dibs face with his claws.
“I should get rid of him! Yes! Zim will do this!! I will come up with an ingenious plan to squish that Dib-pig until he is all… squishy!” Zim jiggled with sadistic glee.
“Hmm.. Maybe with a herd of cyborg moosys..” Zim began typing things onto his computer.
“HIIIII!!!”
His maniacal ramblings were rudely interrupted by his robot sidekick, prancing from the elevator door with a tray full of pig shaped cookies.
“Wanna cookie? I made them with salt and bees!”
Zim’s antenna stood up straight with irritation.
“Can’t you see I’m trying to come up with my squishing plan!? Be gone with you! Go do.. Stuff… ELSEWHERE!!!” Zim squealed, looking over his shoulder at the little robot with disdain.
Gir immediately burst into tears, wailing and throwing the tray in the air, cookies and tray shattering on impact with the steel floor.
Moments later he stopped and pranced happily out of the console room, singing; “Do de do de do”
Zim’s eyelid twitched.
He moaned and rubbed his face. So tired.
It had been nine years he had been on this stinking shit ball of a planet now. Nine long, arduous, unsuccessful years, with little contact from the Tallest. He was beginning to think that MAYBE… just MAYBE he had been tricked into coming to Earth and left there to rot… but no, his Tallest wouldn’t do that to him, they said it was a secret mission… but sometimes it did make Zim worry…

A tall handsome young man of about twenty years old stood outside of the gates of the science campus building.
He had headphones on, and was nodding along to a techno sounding track.
He had black hair shaved into a Mohawk, thick square rimmed glasses and tight black leather trousers, that showed off the impressive length of his legs, big boots with silver buckles, a tight obscure band T-shirt and trench coat, exaggerating his already skinny form, and piercings, flesh tunnels in both ears.
Dib had changed a lot in the past nine years, he’d become more, well, sexier.
It was his second year at College, studying chemistry, quantum physics and biology.
His father, the world renowned Professor Membrane, was now proud of Dib for studying ‘real science’ and was more than glad to pay for his expensive education, as he was no longer the ‘insane’ son.
It was true, Dib was interested in ‘real science’ but kept that as a front, he was still more fascinated by the paranormal, and he still had a big head (in more ways than one.)
He had given up on trying to get people to believe that Zim was an alien, as Einstein himself had said
‘Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.’
Also, it had been nine years and Zim still hadn’t taken over the planet, so Dib had stopped caring, safe in the knowledge that Zim was too incompetent to do so.
“Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!”
Dib pulled one of his headphones away and looked up. He sighed, pained.
“Hey! Dib pig! Take your ear shields off and listen to ZIM!”
Before Dib stood Zim, in a different disguise than the one he used when they were in elementary school.
He now wore a slicked black white blonde wig and had blue contacts, and wore tight black leather. Dib always thought it made Zim look like a homosexual sado-masochistic SS guard, albeit he still had his green skin, and no ears or nose to speak of.
“I told you before, Zim, quit bugging me and following me about. I’m in college now, I don’t have time for stupid childish games anymore.” Dib sighed, putting his headphone back on.
“Foolish meat child! You dare say that ZIM is childish?” he snatched Dibs headphones off and stood on them, smashing them to pieces under his boot, with a squeaky little grunt.
“HEY! THOSE COST FIFTY BUCKS! You’re going to pay for those, Zim!” Dib yelled, flapping his arms in a dance of frustration and anger.
“Now that I have your attention, smelly Dib-monster, I just wanted you to know that I think you SMELL! Of.. Uh.. Tacos!! SO there, ha!!”
Zim skipped happily into the building, having apparently ‘defeated’ Dib once again.
When Zim was out of sight, Dib smelt his armpits just to be sure, before picking up the pieces of his broken headphones.
“What is it with him lately? I don’t even try and stop him from taking over Earth anymore, and he acts more retarded towards me than when he did in school!” Dib moaned out loud to himself.
“I don’t even get why he’s taking the same classes as me either..” He walked into the building, looking at his watch. He was just on time for his Chemistry 102 seminar.
He sat as far away from Zim as he could, but the class was crowded and people were filing in fast, so he had to keep shuffling up a seat until there was only one seat of space between them.
“Ugh! UGH! I can SMELL your rotting human meat flesh from here, Earth-stink!” Zim blenched, holding his non existent nose.
“Shut up Zim, I want to concentrate.” Dib sighed, exasperated.
“No concentration for you, human!” Zim hissed, shoving a sharp pencil into Dib’s leg.
Dib stifled a howl, and then tried to pull Zim’s wig off, as people in the class laughed and pointed.
“What’s he doing to the green kid?”
“I told you they were homos, they must have had a lover’s tiff”
Dib blushed fiercely and slumped back into his seat, just as the lecturer arrived.
“I hate you” mumbled Zim
“Same here” Dib hissed.

After the lecture, Dib decided to go back to his room at the student apartment where he lived. His father had spared no expense and gotten him a large room that he didn’t have to share with anyone.
The other students resented him for looking weird anyway, and this certainly didn’t help.
Dib sometimes got sick of being alone.
He sighed and went to the bathroom to check out the pencil stab wound. It had been bleeding a little, but not enough to warrant a dressing.
“Stupid Zim, its almost like he WANTS my attention” Dib muttered, getting a cotton swab and cleaning the wound with some antiseptic lotion, wincing at the sting a little.
“He follows me around, annoying me all the time, I don’t even care anymore.. Why the hell doesn’t he just concentrate on his stupid ‘mission’ instead of wasting time irritating me every waking second of my day? And why am I STILL talking to myself? I’m twenty years old now!”
Dib pulled his trousers back up and went to study at his desk.
He studied late every night, he had no friends to go out with, and often he would fall asleep at his desk, sometimes waking at six am, finding his neck stiff and his fingers still on his computer mouse or clutching a pen or pencil.
At least science didn’t ignore him, or make him feel like a freak, or mess with his heart.
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Back at his lair, Zim was taking the wig and contacts off, already back in his pink Invader’s uniform.
Gir plodded in merrily.
“Did you do the squishing thing? SQUISHIIIIN?” Gir asked, cocking his head to the side.
“No Gir, I didn’t do the squishing today. Maybe I will do it tomorrow, yes, Zim shall squish the Dib-smell tomorrow.”
“Aww you so cute” Gir gushed, bouncing about.
“I think youuuuuu wanna Dib to be a friiiiiend to play with!” he squealed, then protruded his tongue, his eyes like upside down V’s.
Zim blushed hard and his antennae twitched.
“RIDICULOUS!! I am an Irken warrior! A hardened soldier! ELITE!!!
What does ZIM need with friends!? I do not know the meaning of the word! It’s a stupid human concept! You have been watching too much TV!” he spat.
“So go on, leave me to my solitude now, Gir, go and.. Watch TV or something.” Zim gave Gir a dismissive wave of his hand.
Girs eyes went red and he saluted.
“Yes my Master!”
He then screamed in joy and jumped upward into the ceiling.
“MONKEEEEEEEEEEYS!”
Gir was stupid, yes, but his words made Zim’s squeedlyspooch twinge a little.
Even for a ‘hardened soldier‘, having no one to really talk to except an insane robot for almost a decade does these things to you.
His antennae flopped tiredly back onto his head again. They had been doing that a lot lately.
“Zim shall eradicate this useless human emotion! I’ve been on this dirtball for too long, I seem to be picking up human stupid rays or something.”
Zim sighed and leaned his head on the console.
“I’m sick of this planet.” he said, his voice uncharacteristically quiet, drained.
He couldn’t even go back home if he wanted, his ship was broken beyond reparation, and Tak’s ship was long gone.
He’d just have to wait for his Tallest to get back to him, he hadn’t received a transmission for six months nearly, and the last one he had, they had just laughed at him for fifteen minutes, whilst eating snacks.
Zim wished he could have some snacks. He hated human food, although he was becoming immune to its horrible taste. He’d run out of Irken food supplies about four years ago anyway.
He decided that sleep would be a good idea, and called the computer to send him to his quarters.
The floor he was standing on shifted, and sent him to an upper level, where a cocoon shaped bed was, surrounded by magenta and neon purple wires and cables. He crawled inside like a dying insect and curled up, to let darkness overtake him.

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“Zim!”
Dib fell off his chair with a thud, and looked around, bewildered. He rubbed his face and looked at his alarm clock, it was three fifteen am.
He’d had that dream again… that horrible, horrible dream…the one about a cool, green body sliding up against his, sharp claws digging into his back.. A snakelike tongue squirming in his mouth..
“Why am I hard?!” Dib wailed. “Its ZIM, why am I getting hard over that disgusting nightmare?” He stood up and shook his head, as if to shake away the remnants of his dream.
He took his t-shirt and trousers off, and let them lie in a crumpled heap on the floor, and climbed into his bed, the dark blue silk sheets cool and calming against his bare skin. As cool and as sensual as the soft green skin of his ‘nightmare’
He moaned and put his head under his pillow, ignoring his body’s urgent need for release.
“I’ll be damned if I’m going to do that over him” he muttered, rolling onto his stomach, to try and sleep again.
Sleep would not come however, he was too awake and aroused.
He decided a cold shower was in order. At least he didn’t have his seminar until lunch time tomorrow; and he could sleep in a little if he wanted.
Grabbing his towel from his radiator, he quietly slipped out of his room and down the corridor to the washroom, not wishing to disturb the jocks he unluckily shared the apartment with. Unfortunately his father had no control over who he shared the building with, despite having the best room.
He winced at the waters coldness at first, but then grew accustomed to it, letting the coldness stultify his arousal and the water anchor him.
“That’s better” he murmured, closing his eyes in meditation.

Zim tossed and turned, unable to sleep also.
“I wonder what Dib-pig is doing right now.” he muttered.
“Maybe he is eating disgusting human food with that big smelly mouth of his, or learning useless human science, the stuff that the Irken learn when they are still smeets, hah!”
Zim lay thinking for a while, and dozed lightly. In his half asleep state, he still thought of what Dib could be doing.. And that soon snapped him awake again.
“UGH UGH UGH!!” Zim writhed around rubbing himself, trying to rub the filthy thoughts away.
“Why am I thinking of the Dib-smell in that horrible human mating ritualistic way? Maybe its the stupid rays!! Someone must be telepathically sending me this FILTH into my brain meat! I bet its.. Dib himself!! He must have created some kind of telepathic technology!” He hopped out of his cocoon.
“Tomorrow I will find out how he did this to me!” he said, pointing at the ceiling, the blush still obvious on his face and his squeedlyspooch throbbing hard inside his belly.

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Thats my first chapter, be gentle, its my first fic ^-^;
Don't worry, the jucier bits are yet to come!
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