ZARD Christmas

Christmas ZADR




Zim wouldn't let Dib in. Dib was the enemy. Dib didn't deserve him.

And yet…
Why…why did Dib…make him feel the way he did? He felt his squeedly-spooch hurt, his PAK making little noises of confusion at the unknown feelings. His antenna constantly flicking, as if wanting something Zim didn't understand. And now with that horrible Earth holiday coming up…

It wasn't like any Irken holiday Zim knew of. This was a holiday of giving. Ridiculous, really. Zim didn't know much about giving. Zim didn't like giving very much. He sighed, pulling on his disguise. Time for Skool.

That retched Skool. Zim hated it with a passion. So much. So, so, much. He hated Mrs. Bitters, all the other students. And Dib…

And then there was Keef. The boy had gotten more annoying over the last four years. It had all happened a while ago, since Gir destroyed the remote that made that squirrel look like Zim. Then Keef had returned to his clinginess to Zim. And Keef, had the nerve, just like Dib, to grow taller than him! Five years on Earth… Everyone was taller than him.

Zim hated Keef, possibly even more than Dib.

Zim clenched his fists harder. He glared out the window, at the snow falling.

Snow. Zim hated that too. Rain in disguise. It was so cold, and burned his skin more than regular rain. Zim pulled on a scarf, putting it up so he could just barley see out. Then he made his way out.

The cold hit him hard. Zim almost wished he had a jacket. But he wouldn't sink low enough to buy a HYUMAN device. So he went to Skool without it.

He was greeted at the door of Mrs. Bitters room by Keef. Zim sighed loudly, ready to push his way through him. But Keef's smile… wasn't natural. He looked way to happy.

Zim growled, voice irritated, "What is it?"

Keef giggled, and pointed up.

Zim slowly looked to see something hanging above his head. Green leaf, things with some red berries Zim couldn't identify. Zim looked boredly at Keef. "So?"

Keef blushed, "Its called mistletoe Zim! When two people stand under it, they're supposed to kiss. Actually, they have to."

Zim blinked. He wanted to refuse but…if this really was a human custom… When he spoke, his voice was low and gravely, getting caught in his throat, "Ok, then, kiss Zim."

Keef smiled, leaning down to his height. Keef slammed his lips into Zim's. Zim practically choked. He didn't want this. Keef had embraced him, and Zim couldn't escape. Keef continued to kiss him fiercely. His hands slowly slid down Zim's tights.

Zim screamed. This wasn't right. It… it wasn't right. He slammed his hands into Keef's chest, pushing him away. Zim clutched his 'stomach' and sprinted for the bathroom.

Dib was standing just behind them. He blinked, looking at Keef. Then glaring. He strut up to Keef, and punched him in the side of the head. "Your disgusting." He snarled, and raced after Zim.

Zim dropped down on his knees in front of the white porcelain bowl. He emptied the contents of his 'stomach' of a small breakfast Gir had made him eat. Dib almost choked at the horrible smell, but went over, and sat down next to Zim. He placed one hand on his back and began to rub up and down.

Surprisingly, Zim didn't push him away. He threw up one more time then collapsed, exhausted, against the human. Irken weren't often sick, but if they did somehow get sick, it tired them out a lot more than humans. There PAK's works overtime to get the problem out. Which, since PAK's draw there energy out of the Irken's they are attached to, tires them out.

Dib was surprised, but picked the tiny Invader up. He held him bridal style, and looked down. His contacts had fallen out and he was staring at Dib with his ruby red eyes half closed.

"Zim… does not like mistletoe." He mumbled.

Dib slowly smiled, "I think it's just Keef you don't like. Say I…. was under that mistletoe with you. Would you still hate it?"

Dib couldn't help but like Zim. The adorable little alien… made his heart squeeze. He wanted to kiss Zim. But he knew Zim could get dangerous, and wasn't stupid enough to try it. Not yet anyway. But now it was time.

Zim looked up at Dib. "If Dib was under mistletoe with Zim?" he repeated.

Dib nodded, smiling slightly.

"Zim… might want Dib… to do as K…K-K…" Zim couldn't even say his name.

"Keef." Dib said gently.

"As he did to Zim." Zim said.

Dib smirked, pulling a small branch of pine needles and held it over there heads. Zim looked up at it and blinked, not understanding. Dib leaned down and pressed there lips together. Zim put one arm around Dib's neck, sitting up and kissing him back.

After what seemed life hours to the two, they pulled apart.

"Hey Zim?"

Zim looked at him, "What Dib, I wasn't finished ." he whined.

Dib chuckled, "Merry Christmas." He whispered, and kissed him again.