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Alright… this may stun you people, but… (take this time to prepare yourself for what I'm about to type.)
… I've been thinking about drawing this story into a comic/doujinshi/whatever the fuck you want to call it. I've been drawing a lot (so much my shoulders have been hurting), and I think it will be fun. However, this is not definite, and if I do decide to do this, then it will be out probably sometime… probably near the end of summer.
Alright, now we'll read our story. I hope you beautiful people (by beautiful people, I mean the lovelies that got this story to fifty freakin' reviews) like it.
"As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie," the kid was reading. "Poor sacrifices of our enmity!"
"A gloomy peace this morning with it brings," another read. Zim saw that the kid was Melvin, and he really hadn't noticed it. "The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head. Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; some shall be pardon'd, and some punished, for there was never a story of more woe than Juliet and her Romeo."
Zim slightly jumped as that damned narrator kid shouted at the top of his lungs, "EXEUNT!" The word was 'exeunt', but the idiot teen said it like 'encint'.
Zim sighed. He flipped the page to see nothing but the back of the book. He knew that was there. He wasn't happy about the book being over though. Sure, he wanted to get this book done with because he hated reading the damned thing, but now they were moving on to the next part of Romeo and Juliet.
They were now to start acting.
Mr. Yaoi was crying into tissues as he was top of his desk in a ball, saying something like, "Such a sad ending, but what to be expected of a tragedy…" He had already used half the box, and he had just gotten it yesterday. Zim still hated the purple filth.
Zim felt his squedily-spooch doing flip-flops as he thought about the acting. Think about the acting was even more awkward since about a week in a half ago when GIR mentioned the romance. Zim, of course, did not want to 'make-out' with the Dib-pig. So why was it that whenever he thought about it, it didn't sicken him? It didn't make him claw his eyes out at all! It was probably more of that hyuu-man's mind control thing.
Mr. Yaoi finally stopped his pathetic tears. He was now standing as he said, "Well, kids, I think you did well with the reading, and after a few pieces of chalk, some erasers, and even a baseball, I got you to put more emotion into your voices." He smiled as he finished that sentence. The kids looked at Morla, who still had horrible bruise and stitches on her forehead from where the purple psycho had thrown a baseball (more of a softball, actually) to get her to use more emotion in her voice when reading.
"Anyways, after lunch, you will go to the auditorium so we can practice acting," Mr. Yaoi continued, ignoring the scared/angered/bored looks the kids were giving him. "Romeo, Juliet, be prepared~ I want to work on your scenes today." Blood started leaking from his nose, and he wiped it away.
The bell rang for lunch. Zim walked at a somewhat slow pace to the lunchroom. He doesn't eat the disgusting food, so why should he run to the lunchroom.
Something was wrong with Zim. His lovely Irken organs were still churning as he thought about the acting. He brought a black-gloved hand up to his forehead in a facepalm as he thought of the image of him and the Dib-filth kissing that GIR had practically painted in his head. He didn't feel sick; he just felt… weird.
"Zim," someone said from behind Zim. Zim knew that terrible voice and he turned around to face no one other than Dib; however, Zim noticed something different that he should have noticed before…
"Wait a second, why are you a different height!" Zim shouted at the Dib-pig. Zim noticed that now he and Dib were the same height. Was the Dib growing or was Zim shrinking? Hell, was it some sort of mixture of both?
Dib looked at Zim, one of his eyebrows raised. "You know, humans grow Zim," Dib said. "Just like you did."
"I know that, you pathetic worm baby!" Zim snapped at Dib. "Why are you the same height as me?"
"Humans can also grow taller than you," Dib said next, a smirk now placed on his face.
Zim growled at the Dib-creature. "What do you want? I've already had to put up with your pathetic mind control all this week…"
"Mind control?" Dib asked, confused as ever.
"Don't play dumb, Dib-stink," Zim nearly yelled at the Dib. "I know what you've been doing. You've been making my squedily-spooch doing cartwheels, you keep those images of us in my mind, all because of your mind control!"
Dib's eyes were wider, looking at Zim with cheeks stained pink. "Uh, Zim, humans don't have mind control," he pointed out to Zim.
Zim scoffed. "Yeah, right," he said, crossing his arms. "What else could it be?"
Dib opened his mouth to speak, but then he slowly closed it as his lips formed another smirk. "Never mind," he said as he started to walk away.
Zim looked at him oddly before saying, "Wait a minute, what did you want?"
"It wasn't important," Dib said as he continued walking.
Zim glared at the (somehow) no-longer huge headed Dib. He felt a darker shade of green flame across his cheeks. Did that hyuu-man do more mind control?
After the horrible lunch period was over, Zim trudged to the auditorium. It seemed like he was walking to hell. He knew what awaited him. The scenes Mr. Yaoi wanted to work on sounded terrible. Zim then remembered the hyuu-man love scenes. If he could, he'd run away. He couldn't, however. He shivered at the thought of being locked in the Underground Classroom with Ms. Bitters. He had to complete the mission of taking over this dirt-ball planet! Even if he had been on this mission for six Earth years, he was still determined to take over the planet for the Tallests! Even if the Tallests weren't answering his calls anymore, he had to do this, for he was an invader of the Irken Armada.
The bell rang as Zim opened the door to the auditorium. He noticed Mr. Yaoi with the books that were once on the students' desks. Zim also saw that most of the students were sitting in the theatre seats in the auditorium. They were scattered in groups: some in the front, some near the back. Zim took a seat in the very back of the auditorium, the very farthest away from the disgusting hyuu-mans.
"Alright, class!" Mr. Yaoi started. His voice was starting to remind Zim of nails screeching on a chalkboard. Both were very annoying and painful. "Today, we'll start acting! The play is on May 15th, so we should have plenty of time to work on the play." He then gave a toothy grin which made Zim's eye twitch in annoyance.
"Right now, though, I'd like to work on the first scene," Mr. Yaoi then continued. He motioned for all the students who were in the first scene to come forward. The kids did so, murmuring among themselves as the filthy purple excuse of a teacher started to gave the teens a copy of the book. Mr. Yaoi explained how stage directions worked and did a little speech on the importance of 'putting feeling into it'.
Zim watched as the hyuu-mans acted out the scene. It wasn't bad, actually. Still, the play was still the number #2 thing Zim hated the most, right behind the Dib-worm. His mind then drifted off to the Tallests and them not answering his calls. It's been a month since the Tallests stopped answering Zim's transmissions. Since then, he had left sixteen calls. They didn't even send him transmissions anymore! A horrible thought then entered Zim's mind: what if the Tallests were ignoring him? He shook the horrid thought out of his head.
After about fifty wretched minutes, Mr. Yaoi called out, "Zim, can you come up on the stage?" His sing-song voice made Zim's eye twitch again. Zim then got up from his comfortable seat in the very back of the auditorium and walked up to the stage. Mr. Yaoi gave Zim a book, and Zim glared at the book with pure hatred. Mr. Yaoi then told Zim, "Capulet's party is the scene."
Zim knew this scene. Oh Irk. This was the scene that Zim had to kiss the Dib-creature. He felt his squedily-spooch do flip-flops again. He kept asking what that annoying feeling was!
After a few minutes of acting, it was only Zim and Dib on the stage now, reading off lines. This was where Romeo and Juliet first met and where they fall in love. Zim felt sick.
"If I profane with my unworthiest hand, this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this. My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss," Dib read off. He was close to Zim, which made Zim's face instantly turn a darker shade of green.
"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss," Zim responded by reading off the next line.
"Have not saint's lips and holy palmers too?"
"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer."
"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; they pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."
Dib's face was inches away from Zim's. Zim could see with his wonderful visions some of the students' reactions. Some were turning away, not wanting to see two males kiss. Some just watched and didn't care. Mr. Yaoi was dripping blood from his nose again.
"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake," Zim said his line.
"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged," Dib read off next.
Then, there was the stage direction [Romeo kisses Juliet]. Dib did as the stage directions ordered and then kissed Zim at that moment.
Zim felt his face burning with a dark green blush. He didn't know how to describe it. It wasn't actually… horrible. It was… nice.
The kiss was then broken. Zim looked at Dib, and stuttered out his line, "Th-then have my lips the sin that they have took."
Zim jumped a bit when the bell rang. He jumped again when Mr. Yaoi shouted, "FUCK! SO CLOSE! NOW WE HAVE TO WORK ON THESE DAMN COSTUMES AND SCENERY PIECES AND… SHIT!"
The students stared at Mr. Yaoi as he was now on the ground, shouting at the ceiling. Zim forgot what had happened before for a second. Then, he remembered and felt completely embarrassed.
As the students walked out of the auditorium and back to the classroom to work on the costumes and things, Dib walked beside Zim as Zim was being as slow as ever.
"Zim?" Dib started.
"What, Earth-filth?" Zim responded.
"You're in love with me now, aren't you?"
CLIFFHANGER! :D –shot forty-seven times- Oh, and I know Mr. Yaoi has some pretty bad language in this chapter. If it offends anyone, I guess I'll put a warning or some shit. (And I use bad language too. .-.;;)
Whew, long chapter is long. .-. I have updated; I now return to the GhiraLink and Johnlock fanfics I have been wanting to read.
DON'T FORGET TO QUOTE REGULAR SHOW! "FREE CAKE! FREE CAKE!" –shot another forty-seven times-