Kit and Aor Chapter two

Chapter two: Obligatory cameos

Ever since that irken ship had ever so majestically flew away from the Zim’s house-- taking half the roof with it, unfortunately-- the already high-strung Zim went slightly crazy. Er.
“That Ship!?! I-GRAOWL!!--ugh! It went- just… ACK!” Zim was spewing forth words of such wisdom as Dib read the morning paper and drank whatever he was drinking. (He’d gotten used to not knowing what he was consuming, which is slightly unfortunate.  Living with Zim meant eating alien food and other such things, and though he did go out to eat from time to time, for he did miss earth food, he was so used to not digesting anything earth-y his body was slightly repulsed by it now. Odd how things work out-- that’s a completely different story altogether, however. )
“Zim, they obviously wanted nothing to do with us, seeing as how they darted off instead of trying to kill us.” Dib had been taking this whole ‘other Irkens on earth’ thing in a disgustingly calm manner. Part of him had gotten over being surprised about anything-- living with your childhood obsession/fantasy did that to you-- and the other part of him just wanted to show up Zim, and prove he could be more mature then the Irken. That was rather stupid, as it wasn’t a very mature reason to BE mature. Dib never did think very logically anymore, though.
“It had an INVADER symbol on it! What if the tallest were coming to see what was holding up the mission?!? I-- GRAH! What if they’re wondering why I hadn’t communicated in so long- or something- I just--” Zim was cut off by half the newspaper being thrown at him. He glared at the Dib as he began to speak.
“Zim. It wasn’t anyone from the Armada. They were probably just fleeing from something and stole the ship. It honed in on your Irken signals and they were to stupid to think of anything to say to you before you noticed they had landed in your attic. We walked in, and they flew away to a land were the sugar plum faery’s dance and puppies don’t die it you neglect to feed them. The end. Now shut up, I’m trying to enjoy whatever I was doing before you started tweaking out.” As Dib finished his -stupid- monologue, he realized  slightly too late  that the part of the paper he’d just thrown at Zim was the part of the paper he needed to finish reading.
Zim, at this point, noticed Dib eyeing the paper, so he made a spectacle of tearing it up and throwing it right back at trench coat man.
“I was reading that, you stupid--”
“Whoops. Forgive me.” Zim said monotonously, voice dripping with venom. He made his way out of the kitchen where he and Dib had been ‘talking,’ if that’s what you’d call their form of nit-picky communication, and draped himself over the couch, thinking out loud as he usually did.
Dib shrugged unhappily and followed the green skinned alien into the other room, and loomed over him, listning to the angry mutterings. Zim’s angry words were drowned out as the house echoed with clanking pipes and things collapsing. Gir had a horrible habit of losing himself in the large house and destroying things. A loud fit of giggling and incoherent gir-speak was able to be heard from somewhere below, and Dib sighed.
“Go away, Dib.” Zim said, exasperated. He didn’t look at Dib as he breathed out the hate, he just smushed his face farther into the seat cushion. A stream of irken profanities and more treats for Dib to leave could be heard emanating from the Zimmeh. Dib sighed once more- a bad habit he’d picked up- and patted Zim’s head. Zim turned away from his cush-pillow thing and glowered at Dib.
“I hate you, Dib,”
“Ditto.” He knelt down as to be eye to eye with Zim. After a moment of silence, Dib leaned in and kissed Zim, humming to himself. Zim leaned in, not really in the mood for it, but appreciating the gesture all the same. As he ran a gloved claw through Dib's hair, an angry huff-growl thing could be heard from the stairs.
“For god’s sake, get an f’ing room.” Tiz growled from the stairs. He stopped as he was about to reach the bottom step in order to glare at the two.
Dib turned around, and shot him a nasty look. “Watch your language, young man.”
“Watch yourself, weirdo.” he shot back, glaring.
An uneasy silence filled the room as Dib and Tiz glared at each other. Zim rolled his eyes, and got off the couch to find something more productive to do. He wanted to look for that damn ship.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Dib began to laugh softly as Tiz shrugged and continued down the stairs.
“‘Watch yourself ?’ What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Dib got up from his sitting place and punched Tiz affectionately on the shoulder; Tiz, however, wasn’t really in the mood, so he raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips. He was high-strung too (if not rather uptight), an inherited trait from Zim.
“I’m not sure.” He said. “It fit. At the time, I guess.”
“Ok, ok, whatever you say, Tiz.” Dib continued laughing to himself as he retreated to wherever Zim had gone, and left a sulky Tiz alone in the living room, with nothing but the sound of laughter and a bruised shoulder.
Tiz sighed, an inherited trait from Dib, and went into the kitchen to find himself something to eat.
He was moderately tall, shorter then a few people, but taller then most. He was, unfortunately, far sighted, and his golden-red eyes were proof of the reason. He was-- and of course, this explination is for the morons who have yet to pick up on the many hints dropped by the author-- Dib and Zim’s tube child. Though irken male pregnancies are rare, they come about from time to time. (The author only says that because he/she/it has not idea what the irken anatomy. For all the writer knows, Irkens could spit poison and fly with webbed toes every Saturday of the full moon. The author finds M-preg scary, if not occasionally funny.)
He was a bit of a random blob of Dib and Zim’s genes-- he, unlike Aor, was more of an experiment then a hyper-efficient bio-engineered smeet-thing. He was the only smeet experiment out of twelve that had actually stayed survived-- however, he was still slightly flawed due to Zim’s shoddy technology. He had fits where he would just black out for hours, sometimes days on end, because of his body’s inability to repair/rest itself correctly--which was why his pak was imperative to his life. It shut him down when his body was working to hard. It would never kill him if he had his pak on, but was just an inconvenience, as he could, essentially, just shut down whilst walking. He’d done that a few times-- it was just by chance that someone noticed him before some horrid fate befell him. He could end up dead if his pak was off, though, which is why he thought it best to keep it on. (Zim was biased on anatomy-- Irkens were superior, so the pak and antenna stayed, so said mother Zim. He had hair, however, as was Dib‘s request. Poor Tiz; he was a mess.)
Combining two different species as risky business, but Zim managed to create life. (Even if it wasn’t in the most conventional way). The way Dib reacted, however, to Zim’s saying he was going to be a father- well, it would’ve been more funny had Dib not tried to kill himself afterward.
But enough on that random blurb.
Tiz slinked into the kitchen, grabbed some food, and plopped at the table, unaware of what happened with the ship-- he had a fit sometime in the night and didn’t wake up until then a few minutes before he came downstairs.
He looked at the box of Irken-somthings and blinked blearily.
Sometimes he wondered if having two dads was normal.
However, the thought occurred to him that he didn’t care, and thus, he busied himself with shoving his lime-green face full of munchies.

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Back to Kit and Aor.
It had  been a few hours before they had touched down at Zim’s base-- they’d finally seen the infamous irken responsible for years worth of damage on irk. They adrenaline high had long since past, but they were still both shaken up, Kit more so then Aor. Kit kept shaking his leg, trying and failing to rid himself of  excess energy.
“What’re we going to do? We don’t know what ee-rthin’s do, I just--”
“Shush.” Aor replied to Kit’s incessant ramblings.
“Do you think… do you think we should go back? I mean, Zim isn’t our enemy, he’s just annoying, right? That’s what the tallest said, right?” Aor made a huffy face at mention of the tallest, but Kit continued talking. “We should ask him about earth stuff. I mean…” Kit trailed off as Aor continued staring him.
A silence filled their ship-- they had landed in a barn a bit farther out from edge the city. It was actually pretty cozy; Aor opened the door and stepped out of the ship, waiting outside expectantly for Kit to follow him. Kit, being a wuss, eyed outside for a little while before deeming it safe. He stepped into the dirt floor of the barn unsurely, looking into Aor’s eyes.
“So?” He asked, touching Aor’s hand lightly, and he shut the door.
“It’s…” Aor thought of a good answer. “It’s a good idea. I don’t know how confident I am going over there, though-- I mean, my parental unit’s did abandon him out here. They don’t talk much anymore…”
“Then don’t tell him you’re their son. It doesn’t really matter if they know who you are. They already know we’re here, so we might as well make a treaty or… something. I think it’ll be good. He’s been here longer then us; he’d know more.” Kit seemed to grow more confident are he continued talking. He sounded more like he was trying to convince himself then Aor, but it was working, so all is well.
Another Aor induced silence.
“Fine. They probably think we’re hostile because we flew off so fast. But we might need disguises soo--” Aor was cut off by the sound of the barn door opening. He and Kit hid in a hay bale-- the ship was already invisible-- they threw some hay around it, however, just to be sure no one would accidentally run into it.
There were whispered words coming through the crack in the barn door, and two boys walked in. A bunch of weird chatter was heard, and Aor and Kit switched on their translators. (As they didn’t have earth’s, they stuck with planet Sanriosux’s signals. It seemed almost the same as this language.)
“Demi- are you sure we should be doing this? I mean, what if someone find out? I don’t even know if this barn is--”
“Jeez, Shinji, shut up. It’s fine.”
Two human adolescents walked into the barn. Damein, ‘Demi,’ a tall, black teen with curly black hair, was pulling the other boy, Shinji. Shinji was practically glowing in the darkness of the night- his skin was an unhealthy white colour, and he had short silvery white hair. He was a horrid contrast to the other boy-- Shinji was also terribly short.
“It’s been a while, huh? This month has been stupid.” Shinji said as he and the other boy sat down a little to close to the other.
“I know, I haven’t been able to talk to you in forever. How are you? I mean, are your brothers still being pricks?” Demein asked, playing the other’s short hair.
“Yeah-- I’m never at home though.” The white boy leaned into Demein’s touch, sighing sadly at something.
“You can always come over to my house, Shinji…” Damein trailed off, leaning close to the other’s face.
“I…” He was cut off as Damein planted his lips on to his-- it was a soft kiss, but one that seemed to emanate contentedness.
Aor and Kit both looked at each other, not knowing how to take this. It was rather funny, but there were really only two options:
A) disrupt the happy couple and tell to F(*& off,  or
B) hope to god that they don’t do anything worse then kiss.
Aor was bored, so he decided on plan A. He grinned evilly at Kit, and grabbed his gun-thing. Mouthing the words, ‘follow my lead’, they leapt out of the bushes.
“Screw coming in peace, we’re gonna blow up your planet!”
Aor laughed as he looked at the two boy’s horrified faces.

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Now, to the tallest.
With everyone gone to planet wherever-they-went, Red and Purple had gotten onto a ship and were heading slowly towards earth.
There were lots of snacks.
They were very bored.
RAPR ensues.