Her Eyes

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Ten months. Ten fucking months.


It has been ten months since she left, that bitch. I slid my tongue into her body and tasted her... even if it was the very first day I met her. She tasted like honey... but with a tinge of something rather minty. And that tinge got my tngue awake and kept on tasting her over and over again.

Ten long months since I saw her. Ten months since I heard her sweet voice, so sweet it cuts reality in half, and makes me forget about everything, only to look at her. Her skin was so soft, I was afraid to touch her because I imagine my claws ripping her and make her scream. Her eyes...

Oh, her grey-blue eyes...

~*~

Dib one night jumped on the couch of the living room to switch on his favorite, and only, TV show, "Mysterious Mysteries". (I know, thet title was longer than that... but I can't seem to remember. Oh, I'm a good fan of I.Z., I just forget things alot. ^^;)

The TV flickered on by his remote, and a man with glasses standing infront of a picture of a flying cat, begins to speak, "Tonight on Mysterious Mysteries, we will discuss about a feline that does something that's unnatural- FLYING!"

Gaz came in and widen an eye at the TV, "That shit again? It has been years, Dib... And that alien friend of yours, Zig, is still on the loose. I guess you're too much of an idiot to catch him. Of course, Zig's an idiot too."

Dib sighed, "I know, but there's nothing else on TV. And it's ZIM. And no, we are not idiots... we're just... I'm just..." He rambled away, knowing that his sister was right; It has been years since that lanky green kid has been rumbling around Earth, with some evil plans that won't ever work thanks to Dib himself, and nobody ever believed him at all about Zim being an alien from out there.

Well, there were some people that belived him. His sister Gaz already took the hint, and that janitor helped him into a space shuttle that a monkey used once, only to stop Zim into crushing the planet in half by riding apon Mars. Still... if only other people knew, like the News cast, the police, the neighborhood, the president even must know! But what is Dib going to do now? Another plan to foul Zim's evil plan again? Just to make a fool out of himself?

Dib pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed in frustration. He felt a weight next to him, and a hand on his shoulder. Dib looked at his sister. Gaz smiled a little, "If you wanna catch Zim so badly, I could help... just this once." Woah. So not Gaz to help her hated and crazy brother Dib. Maybe she's joking? Is Dib getting crazy and starts seeing things again?

Dib frowned, "How?"

Gaz took out her black metallic cellphone. With a press of a button, Dib can hear a faint ringing on it. Gaz scratched her cheek as she pulled her phone next to her ear, "It's Gaz. Listen, I have a HUGE favor. It's for my brother. Meet us at the yellow dumpster at the side of the Hi Skool , tommorow at three o' clock PM. Got it? Ciao."

"Who was that?" Dib questioned as Gaz clinged her cellphone by her belt. Gaz looked at him with a huge eye, "You'll see."


Dib, all day, pondered about Gaz's mysterious friend. A friend that can finally listen and to help him catch Zim once and for all. Is it a girl or a boy? A tomboy or a faggot? How does Gaz's friend look like? Pink hair? Green eyes? Whatever. As long as this "friend" shows up this afternoon, it was all it matters. Zim came back to his mind...

For the past few months, Zim was getting low about his "evil" plans to dominate Earth. Aside from him obsessing over the cafeteria food, or screaming his name out so everyone would know and never to forget, Zim was acting abnormal. He was screaming less frequantly. Only rarely. Ever since that day about Moody, the other Irken Dib was SO close to catch, Zim was getting deppressed.

Dib arrived at the yellow dumpster at the side with Gaz on his side. Dib wanted to open his mouth and ask Gaz some questions about her friend, until a young woman came up to us. She was at their heights. Past-the-shoulder straight, ebony hair and thickly-lashed blue eyes. Her pale, peachy skin looked soft and supple, almost fragile. She was wearing a micro jean mini with a belt around on it, up-to-the-knees black leather boots, and a black tube top with a jean jacket over it. She had ears heavily pierced, and a lip ring added.

I gotta say, she was lovley. Almost too lovley for a fifteen year old.

The young lady smiled, "Gaz..."

Gaz nodded at her with regonition. "Hey Angel. Listen, my brother here Dib has an exclusive job for you. You see, there's this green-skinned kid at his skool named Zim. We don't know his last name, sadly. All we know is he wears weird clothes, an Elvis-styled wig and eye contacts. He likes to scream alot. Have an ugly looking record of how many times he visited "Crazy House for Boys". Oh, the important thing is he's an alien."

"An Irken." Dib finished, and seeing Angel nodding her head. "I will do my best to do a good job." She spoke soflty, and nodded at Gaz again and walked away. Down the street. She moves very suave... like a cat when it walks. Perfect, precise, her hip moving from side to side. Dib grinned, "Zim's gonna get it," Then he paused, "... Though I wondered what's Angel's plan gonna be."

Gaz shrugged, "Just let her do her job. I'll tell you her instructions if she calls for your help." Dib nodded and they both ran home.


~*~

The next morning, Zim walked into his homeroom. The usual- Kids laughing and talking, throwing paper balls and airplanes at each other, Ms. Bitters snoring her life away. And the Dib-monkey glaring at him for the rest of the day. Speaking of Dib, where is HE?

Zim sat at his desk and the door opened and Dib walked in, whistling a happy tune. Zim quirked an eye wide, 'What's he so happy all of a sudden?' Zim decided to keep a close, wide eye at him...


At lunch, Zim sat by himself- Again. He looked around then boredly poked his "roasted pig liver" with a plastic fork. Dib was the opposite end of him, sitting next to his sister Gaz. Gaz once again spoke into her cellphone, "Now, Angel."

Angel came in and gingerly sat down right next to Zim and placed her plate of disgusting food down slowley at the table. Zim stared at her with one huge eye. Angel just sat there, poking her green beans until she finally had them stuck to her plastic fork, then ate them heartilly. Minutes flew by, until Angel turned to Zim, "Are you... Zim, right sugar?"

"Sugar!? YOU DARE CALL ZIM SUGAR!?" Zim jumped at top of the table, pointing at her face. Angel motioned her finger "down you", and Zim, after a few blinks and a scowl, sat down in his seat again. "Hi Zim, I'm Angel, student councelor. I have been sent here by the admisters to help you with your personal problems at home, at school... wherever and whatever."

"ZIM don't needs any guidance!" Zim grolwed before shoving his fork hard into the pig's liver. Angel smiled, "Oh, but you do, sugar. I have seen reports of your past. About your screaming and your little "plans" to take over Earth. I know you go to "Crazy House for Boys". You need help, and I'm here to listen."

"Listen, if I were to need any help, which I DON'T right now, I would of taken care of it myself. I'm a genius, after all!" Zim poked his tongue at the liver, only to gasp and fall to the ground behind him, couching and twitching dramatically. Angel placed some hair strands behind her ears, "Oh, and that too. About your eating habbits. You seem to have an eating disorder or something, huh?"

Zim coughed as he weakily sat up, "N-No... just, this food is just plain FILTH!" Angel rolled her eyes, "Then what do you eat?"

Zim paused and grinned, "Leave."

To his surpirse, she did.