::ZADR:: TtheGK c.11

Zim woke up the next morning, dragging his feet down the hall until he got to Dib's room, knocking on the door.

Dib groaned in his sleep. "...stop!" he mumbled lightly, panting harshly as the sweat poured down.

"Dib?" Zim asked quietly, opening the door and peeking in before walking in and over to Dib's bed.

Dib tossed his head to the left and to the right, letting out little noises from the deep clutch of his throat, "Don’t..!" He pleaded, chest rising and falling quickly.

Zim put his hands to Dib's shoulders, shaking him lightly to try and wake him up. "Dib, Dib get up!"

Dib breathed in quickly, snapping his eyes to see the blurred alien. He then quickly screamed, and pushed Zim back as hard as he could as he huddle up closer to the bed post, panting and fumbling for his glasses.

Zim gasped as he fell back, the back of his head hitting the wall, though not hard enough to injure too badly.

"SHIT!" He yelled, holding the back of his head gingerly.

Dib snatched his glasses and stood up on his bed defensively putting them on before he looked back down at Zim. "Z-Zim… you're… you're… Hi." He said, panting, and wiping some sweat down.

"Hi?" Zim asked, giving Dib a much more than annoyed look. "You nearly gave me a fucking concussion!"

"I didn’t mean to you know," Dib crawled off of the bed slowly and went over to Zim. "Are you okay?" He examined the other's head carefully.

"Mm fine." Zim said, pouting slightly. "What was wrong with you anyway? You looked sick."

"Ah, yeah," Dib rubbed the back of his neck, feeling more of the horrible fluid of sweat. "I... wasn’t having a good dream… at all. You started me when you woke me up. I thought you were a part of my nightmare."

"What were you nightmareing about?" Zim asked, antennae picking up curiously.

"I… uh… I was being killed by everything I loved most... and..." His voice went quiet. "Yeah. Yeah, that was it." He forced up a smile. "But these things are interesting. Once they're over, it's neat to just review them." Not true to Dib at all, his heart was still racing ninety miles per second.

"I see." Zim said, standing up and hold out his hand to help Dib up.

Dib stared lightly at the hand, taking it and pulling himself up thanks to Zim. "You're not still mad at me?"

"No not really." Zim said with a heavy breath. "I'm not in the mood to be mad right now."

"What are you in the mood to be then?" Dib asked, examining him for any sign of depression.

"I'm in the mood for breakfast and to get ready for this planner." Zim said, putting his hands on his hip and looking more self assured than he felt.

"Your wig is missing, you know." Dib flicked and antennae on the Irken's head, following him out of the room and down the stairs.

The antennae Dib touched twitched lightly and Zim stopped to feel the top of his head before saying, "Oh yeah, fell off when I was watching TV yesterday."

"Yeah, it's probably best if that's put back on before the lady get's here." He passed Zim by, heading for the kitchen. "What would you like for breakfast, dear?"

"Toast or something." Zim said, moving over to the couch and grabbing his wig, placing it back on and coming his fingers through it before calling out, "I gonna go get dressed."

"Okay," Dib chimed. "You go do that." He put floppy peaces of bread in the toaster, preparing to make SUPER TOAST.

Zim came back downstairs moments later in a black and neon green striped shirt with a black cut off tank over it with a bright green star on it and a black pair of pants lined in green. He wore of course his normal gloves but also one of the pairs of boots the man at the store picked out for them, they were a little higher than his normal boots which he liked very much. He also had on a black choker and green berets holding one side of his hair out of his face.

In the process of spreading jam on the toasted SUPER TOAST, Dib looked up to see Zim standing there in his black and green clothes, forcing him to accidentally dropping the toast in hand. "Zim?" He wondered before realizing there was toast and jam on the floor.

"What?" Zim asked, looking at Dib with one eye narrowed in confusion.

"Oh! Uh!" He quickly went down to pick up the fallen toast and threw it away. "Nothing.. that look just really suits you is all..." He went over to the plate with four readied toasts already, taking it over to Zim. "Here's your breakfast, Madam."

Zim smirked and took the plate, saying, "You think Zim is attraaaactive."

"I never said that!" Dib retorted, turning quickly so Zim couldn’t examine his inwardly confused face. He went to his own plate of only three breads of toast (one being unfortunate enough to make out with the dirty floor and thrown away) and pulled it over to the table where he sat.

"But you implied it." Zim said, following Dib and sitting down with his toast.

"How?" Dib asked, taking a bite of his toast. "I just said the look suited you." He pouted, chewing his food slowly.

"And dropped your toast." Zim said, tilting his head in a smug way, causing some of the wig hair to fall in his face.

Dib glared. "You caught me off guard." He chomped into his crusty bread firmly.

"Is that your excuse for the stupid look you had on your face too?" Zim asked, taking another large bite of his toast.

Dib glared low now, cheeks a tinted red. That jam looked suspicious some how!

"I hate you." He grumbled, obviously loosing.

"So you admit it!? You like Zim's looks?" Zim asked, half smirking, half genuinely smiling at Dib.

"I admit nothing!" Dib clenched his eyes shut, not wanting to look at his victor's grin.

"Aw, so you... don't like Zim's looks?" Zim asked, looking down sadly, trying to tug at Dib’s heart and make him feel guilty.

Dib opened his eyes, feeling panicky. "N-no! Zim, that's not what I meant! You.. You look.. good... or.. something.." Dib blushed harder, now looking far away to another angle.

"Really?" Zim asked in a fake 'I'll cry if you say no' voice.

Dib twitched forfeitingly at this. "Z-Zim… Y-yeah, you do... you look… cute."

"HA! I knew it!" Zim said, suddenly standing and pointing victoriously at Dib. "You DO think I'm attractive!"

Dib blushed harder, turning in his chair to face back towards the kitchen so Zim wouldn’t see. "Yeah, as attractive as a cockroach."

Zim growled and grabbed Dib's shoulder, shouting, "But you just said I was cute!"

Dib looked up at him, his face velvet red. "Quit shouting! I know what I said!"

Just then the doorbell rang.

Zim looked from the door to Dib, then back to the door and back to Dib again before asking, "Are you going to get it?"

"Yeah. I think I will right now." Dib took this to his advantage, practically running to the door to keep Zim's eyes off of his face. He opened the door.

"Hello." He greeted.

There was a girl at the door with short strawberry blond hair cut to her chin. She looked as if she had just gotten out of high school and was merely working off of commission. Her attire was made completely out of pastels and whites.

"Hello, meep!" The girl tilted her head slightly, putting on the biggest smile in the world.

"You must be the wedding planner…” Dib mumbled. "I'm sorry, what was your name again?"

"Shelby!" The girl chirped in happily.

"Yes, yes, please come in." Dib held the door open, letting the younger female practically skip inside with her baby-pink shoes.

Zim snuck into the room without a sound, wanting to get a look at the planner before she could get a look at him and sighed, seeing how young she was, feeling much better about this now.

"OKAY! So, meep! Where's the lovely briiiide?" Shelby asked, looking about the room as Dib directed her to the couch.

Dib looked back at where Zim was peaking in, gesturing him to come over to the couch with them.

Zim walked over to where Dib was, not entirely sure what he should do.

Shelby crooked her head, getting a good look at the 'girl'. "OH-MY-GAWD! You look sooooo cuuuute, MEEP!" She hopped up and quickly grabbed Zim's gloved hands. "It's like, no wonder your gothic boyfriend loves you! You're like, the perfeeect maaaatch, meep!!" She grinned enthusiastically, almost to the point of bouncing up and down. "Okay, okay, okay!" She directed Zim to the couch. "You're name is 'Zimma', right? Oh my gawwww, you look sooo cute, Zimma!"

"Th-thank you." Zim said, leaning away from her slightly and grabbing on to Dib's hand in fright. This chick was, like, scary.

Dib looked slightly less mortified as Zim, stroking his hand with his other free one, trying to calm him down from this SUGAR HAPPY DISASTER waiting to happen.

"Zimma- There is like, nooothing for you to worry about as long as I'm here, alright, meep? I know, this must be liiiiiiiike.. sooo on your mind about the whole.. wedding planning thingy this whole time but like, meep, totally, just leave it to me, okay?" She happily scooted closer to the adorable couple. "Okay, first thing is first, right? Is this going to be a big public-like wedding, or.. liiiike.. is this going to be small and personal, meep...?" She asked, now taking out a small notebook hidden in her bag.

Zim looked to Dib, saying, "I-I dunno, it's really up to you isn't it... I don't have any family that would come."

Shelby looked from one to another. "Meep! You two havent even decided on that yet? That's baaaad... Well, Zimma, do you like his family?"

Dib scoffed.

"W-well, I um, I've only met his father and sister and both kind of scare me." Zim said, blushing a little.

"Let's make it small and personal then," Dib said, trying his best to help Zim out despite the circumstances.

"But Dad and Gaz are still coming."

Shelby took this in lightly, and scribbled that down on her notebook.

"Flowers, meep. What type of flowers would you like, Zimma?"

"I don't know, I'm not familiar with this pla- uh, this areas flowers, but, something pink maybe, I like red and purple too." Zim said, looking down at his hands.

"Roooses?" The girl asked very slowly as though English must be difficult for Zim.

Dib quickly barged in. "Yes, roses would be good." He didn’t want Zim to be insulted by this girl, even if he himself liked insulting him.

"Riiiight..." Shelby wrote it down. "That means that we should make the whole wedding revolve around those colors.. I can do that! Since we wont reeeeally, like, need to be giving out invitations or whatever, uhhh, like, I was, like thinking maybe we can go onto other things like.. Meep... Zimma.. would you like candles all around the place or no?"

"S-sure, that sounds good." Zim said, trying very hard not to attack this woman's face.

"Okay! MEEP!" She happily wrote it down. "Now, would you like this indoor or outdoor?" She asked.

Even Dib was resisting his animalistic urges of wanting to rip her face off. Her annoying voice- that peppy twirl on the end of each sentence- the white! The pastel! Oh, woe were they.

"Indoor!" Zim said quickly. He’d seen all those romance movies with outdoor weddings. IT ALWAYS RAINED!

"Two more things before we go on to.. you know what." Shelby informed him, not actually knowing that Zim wouldn’t know what 'you know what' was.

"What drinks, and when will this be?"

Zim cocked his head to the side and said, "Um, I'm not sure about drinks, when would be a good time for you?" Zim turned to Dib waiting for his input.

Dib shrugged. "Any."

This clearly made Shelby irritated by the 'I don’t know' answers, and she began tapping her pen against her notebook, impatiently.

"I am not familiar with the drinks though I would 'like' to get married as soon as possible..."

'So we can separate as soon as possible.'

The girl sighed in her frustration and just wrote random things down. "Well, the soonest I can do all of this for you two, is like, a week. Is that, like, alright?"

Dib nodded. "For me it is." And he quickly kissed Zim on his wig.

"Same here. A week is fine." Zim said, nodding at the planner. He then turned to Dib and asked, "Where are we going to have this wedding?"

Dib nuzzled up against the 'girl'. "It doesn’t matter to me. I suppose the nearest cathedral?"

Shelby made some more chicken scratches.

"Alright, that's it. The last real step is to pick out a wedding dress for Zimma, meep! But Dibbers, you cant come along." She made this fantastically loud high pitched giggle as though she had said something funny. "But you knew that already."

Zim's eyes went wide. He'd have to go somewhere with this chick... alone!? "L-like... right now?" He asked.

"Oh no. We can wait till tomorrow, after all, it'll take all day and I really should get started on these things here, meep!" She waved her notebook up to show him. She stood and took one of Zimma's hands in her own. "We're going to have, like, SO MUCH FUUUUN, I'm suuuure of it! I just cant wait till tomorrow. The wedding dress part, is like, my favorite paaaarrrrt. Meep."

"Thank you for your time and help." Dib smiled, still not letting go of Zim, for fear if he did, she'd take his hand as well.

"Ye-yeah, sounds like fun." Zim said, trying his best to keep up apearances. "Can't wait."

Dib rubbed Zim's hand nervously some more as Shelby walked on passed them by. "I'll like, see you at ten tomarow, Zimmaaaa, Meep!" And out the door she went.

Dib reclined, sighing.

Zim leaned against Dib, totally relaxed and forgetting completely the human had a hold of him. He was comfortable, much more so now that Shelby was gone.

Dib rested his head on the smaller male's. "Well that's something I'd never want to live through again..."

Then he remembered. He will.

"Me too." Zim said, closing his eyes and completely loosening up, something he never thought he'd be able to do around Dib, though the happiness that came with the scary lady being gone made it possible.

"Zim?" Dib asked very softly like a whisper, giving Zim's hand a small squeeze. "What are you doing...?"

Zim's eyes shot open and quickly moved to the other side of the couch, the smell of the planner's perfume still hanging around that air space. "I-I don't know what you're talking about, Dib-stink." He said, scratching the side of his face.

"Right, whatever." Dib stared away, suddenly missing his heat source. He gave Zim a quick glance. "You're all flustered."

"Yeah, well, your human females are almost as scary as irken ones." Zim said, crossing his arms.

Dib cocked a brow at him. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"The- the reason I'm flustered. " Zim explained. "She was scary."

Dib concentrated hard on his blushing face, crawling over to him and slowly pulling closer to his face. His hand softly came up to rest on Zim's cheek as he let his lips inch closer.

Zim's eyes went wide in confusion and surprise as he waited to see what exactly Dib was doing.

Dib's own eyes shut as he slowly let his lips on the other male's, laying a soft kiss on his lips.

Zim didn't move, couldn't move, too shocked by what Dib was doing. He didn't know what to do. Did he kiss back? Did he shove Dib to the ground? Did he sit there like an idiot, like he was doing now? He finally decided he was going to test Dib's intentions and so he kissed back, letting his eyes fall half-way shut.

They stayed like this for what seemed like hours of stoppable time, when perhaps it had only been maybe a few seconds. Dib, rewarded with Zim kissing him back, first drew back his hand, before pulling an inch away from Zim's face, slowly opening his eyes. "How.. was that..?"

Zim's eyes went wide again. So THAT's what he was doing?

A blush slowly spread across his face and he turned his head away to try and hide it, saying, "M-much better."

Dib smiled, pulling further out of Zim's personal space. "Good.. Cause.. that blush earlier... just reminded me so much of a girl so.. I tried to do what you said and imagined you purely as 'Zimma' and.. well, that's the result!" He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head, not even bothering to look at Zim at the moment, too caught up in his own awkwardness.

Zim released a deep breath as if that would help cool him down. He put his hands on his hips and said, though still blushing slightly, "See? What did I tell you?"

"Ye-yeah! You were right. I'm sorry I doubted you. I thought I couldn’t do it, honestly." He continued his nervous laugh before pulling closer to Zim once more. "But you did look pretty cute there for a second.”

Zim sighed and looked up at Dib with just his eyes, saying, "Thanks, that almost makes me feel better..."

"Would you rather me lie and call you ugly?" Dib smirked.

"So, you DO think Zim is attractive?" Zim asked sincerely, giving Dib the honor of having his hole face facing him.

Dib stared back, feeling his cheeks grow hot. "Um.. I.. I don’t feel like talking about this anymore, Zim." He sat back casually, looking for an escape rout; an excuse to leave, or something.

Zim only sighed and went into the kitchen, going through the fridge, only to find... "You have no sodas, Dib-stink... or much of any thing."

Dib turned in his seat. "Oh.. yeah.. I need to go shopping and.. I was going to bring you along for you to pick out foods you can actually eat.. Though, any food or drink in the house would be nice for me, as well." Dib mumbled.

Zim turned to Dib and nodded, saying, "Good idea, when are we going?”

"Um, I'm going to go take a shower real quick, and then we can go if you want." Dib suggested, pulling himself off of the couch and heading for the stairs.

"Ok," Zim said, moving to sit on the couch, turning on the TV.

Dib smiled, climbing up the stairs. He felt today had gone pretty well so far with the exception of the scary, meeping wedding planner, Shelby.

He opened the bathroom door, letting out a long stretch as he did so, closing the door on behind him. He proceeded taking off his shirt. "With how things are going between Zim and I, it seems as though we might actually become fr-"

Something caught Dib's attention out of the corner of his eye.

Something blue.

It was small, but very defined and vibrant in color, smeared on the cabinet door.

Dib knew that color blue from anywhere, and he slowly opened the cabinet, his very fear being realized.

Zim crossed his legs, cringing slightly as he felt one of the not-quite-healed-yet cuts on his thigh rub against the jeans.

Dib walked out of the bathroom several minutes later in a whole new attire, wearing a buttoned down white t-shirt and his casual black trip pants with blue lining. "So, are you ready, Zim?" Dib grinned widely towards the alien.

"Yep!" Zim called, turning off the TV and standing up to face Dib, frowning instantly. "What's up with you?"

Dib continued his great big smile. "Nothing! So let's go!" He turned towards the door, opening it and waiting for Zim.

"Allllright." Zim said, eyeing Dib for a moment before walking out and over to the passenger side of the car.

Dib hopped into the car as well, still smiling brightly, fear reaming his eyes. He pulled out into the driveway and began for the grocery store.

Zim crossed his legs once more, shifting slightly and once again cringing at the small bit of pain the action brought.

Dib flinched slightly but kept his bright scary smile that could possibly remind people of a certain counselor named "Dwicky".

"Hey, so, Zim... You woke me up this morning.. and I've been meaning to ask you.. what brought you to my room to do such things?" He asked, trying to free his mind.

"I woke up and was just going to go watch TV, but you were making noises in your sleep and I wanted to know why." Zim said with a shrug.

"I… wasn’t talking in my sleep, was I?" Dib's smile slipped away some.

"No, but you were moaning and groaning and you looked sick." Zim said. He looked over at Dib with one eye brow raised and asked, "Why, something I should know about?"

Dib shook his head lightly. "No, I just… wouldn’t quite care for my dreams and nightmares being invaded. It's kind of personal; dreams are to me, that is."

"Oh," Zim said simply "I guess I can understand that."

The rest of the car ride went in silence till Dib parked in the parking lot. He sighed, putting his fake smile back on as he left his seat of the car.

Zim growled as he got out of the car, looking over the top at Dib and saying, "Alright, that's really starting to bug me. What the HELL is that smile for!?"

Dib shook his head, letting out a light laugh. "I don’t know what you're talking about, Zimma."

"You're smiling all weird like you don't really want to smile. Now tell me what's going through your head.”

Dib cringed, letting his whole face fall once again. "I don’t think right here's the right place to talk to you about it…” He replied, slowly stepping to Zim's side of the car, tucking his hands into his pocket lazily.

"Here isn't the right place to talk to me about what? Huh? What is it!?" Zim asked, taking a step back in a show that he was not going any where with Dib until he got answers.

Dib debated within himself, fumbling his hand into his pocket, daring himself to pull it out, but deciding against it. "DAMNIT, ZIM! I'm trying to be alright about this!! Damn... Do you REALLY want to know just THAT fucking badly?" He asked, almost threateningly so. "This is tearing me apart! So excuuuuse me to try to be nice about it!"

"Yes I want to know! That 'fucking' smile of yours is driving me crazy!" Zim almost yelled.

Dib narrowed his eyes, snatching up Zim's wrist, and pulling him closer so he could see the knife with blue blood painted on it from his pocket. "Is this yours?"

Zim stared at the knife with wide eyes before laughing nervously and asking, "Wh-which? The blood or the knife?"

Dib narrowed his eyes even more. "Zim!" He called out, gripping his wrist harder. "Why on hell and earth would you do that?!" The human looked angry, ferocious, and a little bit hurt as he stared at the disguised other. The knife in his hand growing shaky and weak.

Zim wanted to cry as the reason he had been cutting came back to him but instead he took that sadness and turned it into anger directed towards Dib, so as not to appear weak to the human.

"Because I FELT like it! I was bored so I stole one of your damned knives and COMPLETELY shredded my thighs! You should fucking see them! No place left to cut hardly!"

Dib felt horror crawl up his skin, and a sickening, disgusted feeling boil in his stomach. No place left to cut? Was it really that bad? And for him to do it just because he wanted to..?

"You… you diced up your legs for no reason whatsoever? What the fuck is WRONG with you?" He wanted to throw up. Depression starting to hit him now as well, but he couldn’t just break down or Zim would break down and do this all over again.

"I don't KNOW what's wrong with me!" Zim yelled. "If I did do you think there'd be a problem!? Do you think I'd do something like this if I KNEW what the problem was!?" Zim gave Dib a hard shove and yanked his wrist back.

"I'm a DEFECT a fucking DEFECT that no one wants around! That's why I can't reach my Tallest. THAT'S why they left me here!" The tears started to finally let themselves go, sliding down Zim's face.

"Zim..." Was all Dib could say at Zim, looking up at him from the floor he was shoved down to. "Of course you're a defect if you're going to cut yourself..." Dib mumbled softly. "That just makes you all the more stupid... don’t hurt yourself... I beg of you…” He looked down, ashamed to see the Irken crying.

"Just shut up Dib." Zim said, his hands clenching at his sides. "Just shut UP!" He swung at Dib with a fist, not caring if he really hit the human or not before he took off running, ashamed at not only having been caught hurting himself but also for showing such weakness in front of Dib.

Dib rubbed his soar eye. His glasses having broke due to such a ferociously angry punch. "D-damnit!" He stood up shakily, stuffing the knife in his pocket as he checked his eye for any blood. "ZIM! COME BACK!" He cursed, totally caught blind now from the glasses he couldn’t even find. "Of all the bullshit... and he's probably going to cut himself, too…" Dib mumbled.

As Dib's eyes lay broken, sets of other eyes watched as Zim ran off, snickering evilly to one another.

Zim ran for about ten minutes before he felt he was safe from Dib. No way could the human keep up with him when he was running like that. No way.

A few snickers were heard around Zim, coming from multiple directions. Some seemed to taunt him, singing out, mockingly "Ziiiim..." The snickers got closer along with the sound of rattling chains.

Zim looked around him quickly, eyes wide, scarred Dib may have followed him and was going to shock him for running away... or worse.

Out of hiding, these teenage guys on bikes pull out and start circling Zim like sharks, making kissy faces at him, laughing and taunting.

"Hey, Baby!" One of them grinned wickedly, taking a hold of Zim's arm while he circled. "Why not spend the night with us? We'll have you cut -all night- if you want." His friends laughed, obviously having something else in mind for Zim.

"Yeah, Zimmy-pooh… We'll make sure to have a lot of fun with you…”

"Back off!" Zim yelled, yanking his arm back.

The teenagers looked younger than Zim, but that didn’t matter to them; he had the frame of a woman, and was a cutter at that, making 'her' all the more weak.

They snickered, and one by one got off of their bikes, coming boxing Zim up.

"Come on, we wont treat you TOO roughly!" One of the boys grinned wickedly, pushing the boy up against another, taller teen, which just grabbed him by around the chest.

Zim growled threateningly at the teens before trying to pry the arms from around him, saying, "Let go! You all can rot in hell!"

"But we don’t want to do that." One of the boys grinned, pulling his hands to Zim's shirt, lifting it without the other's permission as all of the rest just laughed.

Zim's eyes went wide and he tried to struggle away but he had very little room. "Don't- don't touch me!" He yelled.

The main guy pulling up Zim's shirt paused abruptly, letting his knuckles rest on Zim's chest as he stared at what was suppose to be under the other's shirt and was not. All laughing stopped. His face twisted with absolute disgust. "You're a- GUY?"

He glared at the other with such hatred and sickening fury. "That's sick!"

Some of the other guys backed off, as the male holding Zim just tightened his grip. "You're GAY!"

Zim was frozen completely just the small touch of the human's skin on his own causing panic to rise. "S-stop touching me..."

"B-Bro!! This isn’t a chick!! What now?"

The main teen just turned his glare at his friend before smirking deviously. "What do you think?" He gripped Zim's shirt even tighter, matching the bottom of the shirt to the collar, and taking a hand to grab the knife in his pocket. "We're going to show him what we do to FAGGOTS!"

Zim tensed and held his breath, trying to move backwards but having no where to go.

"Good going, Bro!" One of the idiots sang.

The center teen just pulled closer to Zim, pressing the knife up against his cheek and pulling it down to the tip of his chin. "So, where are your lady-powers now?" He breathed on his other cheek, grinning evilly.

Dib rushed as fast as he could, following a radar responding to the tracking device implanted in Zim's PAK.

Bearing a swollen eye, and no glasses, he listened to the beeps get faster on his stitched arm as he followed nearer and nearer where he presumed Zim was crying, only to hear boys harassing some one.

He slowed his pace, grabbing firmly the blue bloody knife in his pocket for protection, if he'd need it, or to even step it, although that wouldn’t be quite the smart idea seeing how blind he was at this moment.

Zim started trembling, his brain trying to grip at a thought, any thought to keep himself from going into shock. 'This is all Dib's fault.' Was the thought he chose. 'If I could get into my pak this wouldn't be happening. I NEED my pak.'

The beeping got louder, making one of the punks turn over to see the blinded man with a knife. He smirked.

"Hey, Bro. Take a look at this idiot." He pointed at Dib.

The other three guys looked over to the wobbling man, all smirking just as deviously.

"Hey, you're the guy who made this fagot run off. Good going. We got the little mouse where we want him now, so you can just go away. I cant say we should thank you; he's not really a girl, so it's less rewarding." He laughed.

Dib narrowed his eyes, rubbing his arm with his thumb, turning the radar off. "Z-Zim? You got confused and began harassing ZIM?" Dib asked, taking unsure steps forward, gripping his knife tightly, earning a few smirks from the guys holding Zim.

"Mercutio, pin this fagot. I want to have a talk with this goth boy over here." The 'bro' spoke, grinning towards Dib.

At that moment, the guy holding Zim fell to his knees, taking Zim with him, his grip still on his chest. He shoved his face down to the ground and kneed him between his legs.

Zim grunted, snapping out of his daze. "Get off!" He yelled trying to push up.

Mercutio grinned down at the cross-dressing Zim. "Not if you paid me."

Dib calmly took a step back as he saw a blurry figure approach him; one he presumed was the leader. Perhaps his knife wouldn’t cut it?

The grinning man pulled his knife into a much different grip, pulling it to the air, and made for a stabbing movement at Dib.

Dib fortunately, took this the calm route and just easily slitted the knife against the other's throat as he came down on his shoulder.

Mercutio let go of Zim and ran to his leader, the other two following him as they checked on him, pulling out their own knifes and growling and yelling at the doubled over Dib.

Zim got up and took a moment to collect himself before grabbing the back of one of the boy's shirts, his face contoured in anger.

The guy looked back in surprise, staring at shock at the horrifyingly vicious look. He squinted his eyes shut to brave himself for when he swiped his knife at Zim, the other guys staring in shock as well.

Zim turned his head to the side to avoid getting more than just a slice on the cheek before turning on the boy and punching him, hard, feeling something break under his fist.

"Z-Zim!" Dib held his shoulder, pulling up, unable to see what was going on, who was beating who.

The boy gasped, doubling under the fist. His spine had broken from the force of Zim's punch. Mercutio ran to his friend's aid, knife in hand as he tried to take a stab at Zim as well, the other boy quickly finding the blind-as-a-bat Dib to his advantage, and pulled a knife on his throat as Mercutio had abandoned him for straight-up-offence.

Zim jumped back ready to use his spider legs for a quick finish but remembered at the last minute he couldn't and he quickly tried to think of way to beat these kids without getting too close.

Mercutio grabbed his friend, pulling him to the ground as he screamed in pain from his broken back.

The guy with the knife to Dib's throat let out a rough laugh. Dib felt the sweat build up on him. His shoulder absolutely killing him now, blood drenching his white button-up shirt.

"I have an idea, Emo. Why don’t you just go away and cut yourself, and I'll make sure that I wont hurt your little gay friend's body up too bad and give him more time to live before I'll kill him," He let out an angry chuckle, tears building up in his own eyes from the sudden death of one of his friends and the pain of another. "Or you could continue to stand there and I'll just kill him right away. How's that?"

Dib sighed, feeling a bit weak from the loss of blood, not really caring whichever one Zim chose at the moment. His dizziness kicking in aloud him to just want to pass out at the moment and let fate take over.

Zim glared at the human for a moment before quickly looking around for something to uses as a weapon, finding nothing but a metal bar... wait that could work! He rushed over to it and picked it up. The bar was short and he could never hit the human with it before HIS human was injured further, so instead he impulsively threw it at the human's face.

The teen holding the weakened Dib felt back hard, falling into a concussion, letting the blood stain the metal rod and his face alike.

Dib fell to his knees before softly letting his chest onto the ground to rub up against it slightly. Every little prick of rub burn was a reminder to his senses that yes, he was still indeed alive.

Mercutio hollered out for his other friend, now letting the pained broken-back boy down and running over to the one with the broken bloodied face, crying onto his chest hard.

Zim went over to Dib quickly with out thinking, nudging him slightly and asking, "Dib? You ok?"

Dib looked up towards the voice. If he couldn’t see badly enough before due to no glasses, now he had no chance to identify any blurb.

"Yes… I think so..." Dib cringed from the pain and he held his shoulder tighter. "What exactly happened in the last two minutes...?" He hovered his torso over to lean up against Zim to make everything feel more stable. The sound of the babbling pained idiots echoing loudly in whimpers.

"I'll explain later. Right now we should get out of here." Zim said, pulling Dib up with him and putting the human's uninjured arm over his shoulders.

Dib walked to the best of his ability, which was pretty good minus a few stumbles and weak knees. They continued walking until they saw the car in view, but Dib obviously couldn’t drive. "Zim..?" Dib voiced almost silently.

"I'll-I'll try." Zim said, walking over to the car.

Dib wobbled his head from left to right. "No… I… I was going to apologize… for earlier… making you run off like that... I… should have approached it more gently or... maybe not at all, hell; it's not even my business…” Dib mumbled, being pulled to the car with Zim.

"I- no, don't apologize... I shouldn't have done that in the first place, it's just, our conversation yesterday, it brought up some bad memories." Zim said, sitting them both next to the car for a little rest.

Dib sighed, wanting to apologize again for that, although he knew not why. This was his enemy after all, but his fiancé, nevertheless.

"You… beat … I don’t know how many humans... so quickly, Zim…”

"I'm a soldier." Zim said, drawing his knees up, wincing a little as his jeans once more brushed his thighs. "Killing is one of the things we're trained to do.”

"I lied earlier." He added as an after thought.

"About what..?" Dib asked, smearing some blood on his head as he held his forehead to stop the throbbing and spinningness.

"I only cut my thighs three times." Zim said, standing up once more and pulling Dib up. "Want me to try driving or are we walking?" He asked.

Dib stared at the greenish blurb in front of him for a moment, letting his heart spike itself up with relief at what Zim had said- its previous broken state having to be sewn up. He quickly through his working arm around Zim, embracing him as tightly as he could. "Yes.. yes.. you can drive..." He nuzzled the boy, feeling the rush of emotions through him.

Zim tensed in surprise before relaxing against Dib, asking, "Practice...?"

Dib vigorously shook his head until his knees went out under him for a moment. "No.. Not practice... A thanks.. Y-you.. .. only three times.." Dib let out a small chuckle. "Although it.. shouldn’t have been any at all... you.. had scared me before!! I'm so relieved!" He held him tighter, nuzzling his nose to the other's neck in appreciation.

"Yo-you're welcome." Zim said, hugging back.

Dib pulled away from Zim, holding a hand on his shoulder just to keep his own balance. He then slowly turned around, feeling the car and, running his hand along it, found the passenger's side and got in.

Zim went over to the driver’s side, going over that 'Driver's Ed' class he took while in high school in his head.

Did silently fell into a dreamless sleep, attributed and thanks to his 'light' shoulder wound.

Zim managed to get them back to Dib's house in one piece, though he did hit a few squirrels along the way.

When they were at the house Zim turned to Dib, wondering if he should wake Dib up or not, finally deciding he should though, just in case. "Hey," He said, lightly poking Dib's head. "Wake up Dib-beast."

Dib's head only moved by Zim's claw, and by nothing else. He stayed perfectly still, unconsciousness had already enveloped Dib and licked the seal shut, preventing him from waking up by simple physical or verbal request. He needed his shoulder fixed.

Zim sighed and went over to the other side of the car and pulled Dib out, carrying the human bridal style to the door, into the house, then up to his room. "Alright, how do I do this?" He asked himself before placing Dib on his bed and starting to clean and seal the wound.