Blessing In Disguise (A ZaDr Collab)

A Dissapearing Act

Dib

I leaned on the shelf, pushing the figurines aside with my elbows. It was 3 am, and I should be tired, but I wasn't. My mind kept me awake, pushing all the things I didn't want to think about to the front of my mind.
Where had Zim gone? Why did he go? Did he give up? Will he be back? Did he miss me?

There were only questions and no answers.

Looking at the sky, I felt almost as I was staring at Zim, almost as if he could be staring back.

I missed the alien. I really did.

Maybe he yelled at me and said he hated me and tried to kill me but he actually listened to me. He believed me. He didn't think I was insane. He actually cared about my existence. I mean, at least he gave enough of a fuck about me to try to kill me. At least he payed attention to me. No one else thought I was important. No one thought I was worth giving a fuck about. No one knew my name even, labeled crazy to the point where that was the only name they knew of me.
Zim was the only one that cared about me to some extent.
I sighed, placing my head against the window out of exhaustion and thought.

So many questions.

So many questions that I was going to get answers for.

I smirked, pushing myself up. I grabbed a bag and started shoving in random belongings of mine. I was going to need a lot of supplies. I wasn't gonna be back for a while.

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I winced as the door made a loud creaking noise, taking extreme care to close it as quietly as possible.
The note I left should explain it all to dad and Gaz. Not that they'd care that I was gone.

Dad and Gaz,
I'm going to be gone for a very long time. I am going to find someone who cares about me. I am going to get answers. Don't miss me too much.
Dib, A.K.A, your poor insane son.

I grinned, I should have been upset to leave my family and home behind, but I was quite the opposite. To be honest I don't think this place was ever my home, nor was anyone here my family.

My smile grew ever wider as I started up the old voot cruiser that had dropped from space one day long ago, strapping myself in. I had barely left the place and I already more at home than I ever had. Who knows, maybe the most ironic part of this whole endeavor was my likeness to the one I hate. The displeasure I felt around him, yet the comfort he also brought me. This whole thing was past confusion now, I didn't think about my mixed feelings with the alien, only that I had to find him once again.

The playground was eye-twitchingly noisy, the basketball courts and gymnasium riddled with children. A few stopped to call Dib a loser, but name calling proved the least of his worries. As he sat down on the bench, a loud groan came from Gaz beside him and she abruptly moved across the playground. Dib didn't take much notice. His laptop was open, the latest file on Zim open so he could add things once the alien came out for recess as well. When, after a few minutes, Zim didn't show, Dib relaxed against the back of the bench and pulled out a magazine full of equipment and spy gear. He was looking at a particularly nice camera when-

"Whatcha up to?" A familiar voice called, Zim sliding down from the tree branches above to sit next to Dib. The paper faced boy started, closing his laptop in a flash and trying to look very intent on his magazine. "Nothing." He replied nonchalantly.

"What's on your computer?" Zim continued, trying to pry open the laptop's lid.

"Nothing!" Dib repeated, his nostrils flaring as he placed a firm hand over the laptop, crushing Zim's fingers inside.

"Aah, what was that for, Earth Stink?"

"Science. Now get lost."

I winced at the bitter memory from two years ago. Why did he care so much? He hadn't even been trying to be rude, if I'd read the tone in his voice correctly. The alien seemed more curious than anything, like he simply wanted to know what I was doing.

'But that's impossible," I argued with myself, "He wouldn't care without an ulterior motive-and I'm talking to myself again." I closed my mouth and tried to concentrate on steering the ship. Maybe all Irken voot cruisers could track eachother? I searched the cockpit for such a feature, before forgetting the obvious, "Computer, can you track other voot runners?" The computer I reprogrammed took a moment to reply, but then played out of the speakers with a reply, "Yes, which cruiser would you like me to track?"

"Zim's," I replied immediately, and some sort of binary-like sound burst out from the speakers around me before the computer replied again. "The subject 'Zim's' cruiser has been located. Shall I pursue?"

"Yes." The cruiser jumped forward, suddenly going much faster with auto-pilot on.

"Here I come," I whispered, leaning forward to look out at the stars around me.