WOO!

Again, tis me, Inavder Sid in the house with another ficage big it up yo, yo, yo. Actually this is being posted up early cos the DUDE that is tyrie2001 decided to give me 3 months worth of subscription on DA.

Thanks dude.

Anyways, I chose Gaz as my subject as I seem to neglect ol' Gaz quite a bit…

OK, this fic will be dealing with a subject I rarely touch on, but others seem to love. Sex. Sex, sexuality and sexual stuff.

HOWEVER! Once again I, me, yes me, all me, no one else, just me, put my neck out and decide to do something original.

As you guys and galls know, I just can't resist making things horribly awkward for myself and making it so that all my fics end up being highly complicated and not full on 'HOWTSLASHOMGKAWAII!" or appealing to any real sort of audience… just people wanting to read something good.

Also, it does not have any pairings, no romance, nothing like that. It's all about emotions, thoughts, confusion and dealing with something I bet only a tiny, tiny few of you could understand.

Asexuality is something that is very hard to come to terms with, far harder in my view that being homosexual or bisexual. At least in those you can love SOMEONE. At least gays get all sorts of attention for being such an 'alternative' people. And if you're not pairing up with someone, then you're obviously some anti-social loner loser, obviously.

It really does hurt me when people throw things like that at me.

This fic is, personally, quite a personal thing. A lot of the things Gaz things and says I've actually thought and said and done myself, so if anyone even begins to criticise what I talk about in this they can answer to my middle finger because IT DOES HAPPEN LIKE THIS. I know, I've been there, pity me.

Of course any normal criticism on my style, grammar spelling etc is still welcomed.

Either way, prepare for a very different kind of sex-centred fiction.

Enjoy…

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"Okay Gaz, I'll see you later," Dib's voice came over from near the doorway. However, he seemed nervous, anxious. The tone of his voice told Gaz that he wanted her to reply somewhat interested.

She didn't. "Fine, whatever," The seventeen year old didn't even bother to look up from her Gameslave Three, she only moved a hand to brush a strand of purple hair away from her eyes.

She was small for her age, unlike her taller than average eighteen year old brother. Her shoulder length purple hair naturally curled towards her face, giving the impression of a pair of jaws. Her face was made-up with typically heavy black eyeliner and black lipstick, her skin was pale enough to not bother applying any white makeup and she had her ears pierced, her left more than her right. She was wearing a long sleeved black top with a light-purple dark-purple striped t-shirt over it and a black skirt with a pair of purple and black striped tights. Around her neck was a skull pendent necklace and on her feet was a pair of heavy-metal boots. She had a thin, skinny form, much like the rest of her family and, again like her family, she had deep amber eyes.

"I'm not sure when I'll be back…" Dib added, again trying to tempt Gaz's interest. Dib was wearing his almost trademark black trench coat, his combat boots, black pants and a blue t-shirt with a pair of blue arm-warmers covering his arms. He had a thin, gangly build with his unusual black scythed hair and glasses. The boy practically screamed 'computer hacker', but was actually more of the state's unofficial paranormal expert; forgiving of course it was a serious obsessive compulsion for him to pick up or pay attention to anything that even hinted at the idea of the supernatural.

Gaz frowned and concentrated harder on her game. "I said whatever."

"Might want to tell dad who I'm with…" Dib even took a step forward this time; obviously he was not going to stop until Gaz showed some interest in whatever menial and pointless outing he was going on.

She paused her game and looked up, making sure to show Dib that she was very annoyed at him. "What? You going on a date with Zim or something?"

Dib looked genuinely offended, "Ew, Gaz, no. But, erm, a date?"

For a second Gaz didn't get it then, slowly, her eyes widened. "Whoa… what? Who? When?"

Dib grinned and gushed out the details, "Gretchen! We're finally going on a date, just to watch 'Blood Ocean' at the cinema of course, but we're going on date!" He was practically jumping in the air from excitement.

Gaz however just raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

Dib stopped his manic heel bouncing, but his smile didn't drop. "Because I really like her, Gaz."

Gaz's expression didn't change. "Why?"

"Because… I just do," Dib's smile dropped slightly, "Haven't you ever liked someone?"

"No." Gaz's answer came immediately and brutally honest.

Dib paused. "What'da mean no? Surely you must have liked someone."

Gaz shook her head, her expression dead. "No. Never. People disgust me."

"Wow…" Dib crossed his arms over his chest. "Are you serious?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Gaz finally began to growl, "How can you even stand to be that close to anyone?"

"It's natural for people to like other people Gaz," Dib said with a small smile, "That's the way people are."

Gaz's eyes narrowed more then they usually did, "What's that meant to mean…"

Dib quickly took a few steps back, holding up his hands in surrender, "Nothing, nothing. I'm just saying that, you know, it's just normal to like other people is all. I'm sure you'll find someone one day."

"I don't want to 'find someone' as you put it," Gaz growled again. The very thought of 'finding someone' sickened her. How could people even think of even touching each other in such ways? The very idea was making her want to recoil in disgust.

Dib turned towards the door and rested a hand on the handle. "Well… if you ask me," he turned the handle, it was obvious he wanted to escape the moment he'd finished his sentence, "I think you're repressing yourself."

And before he could even see Gaz's reaction, he fled out the door. Gaz growled and stood up, but realised unless she wanted to chase Dib down the street and not play her new game, than she'd have to stay put and let it slide.

At least until he got back.

She sat back down and un-paused her game, quickly going back to playing. The little digital sounds of people screaming and dying and points being collected filled the room and a subtle stillness entered the air. Gaz liked it when no one was home, she felt more… comfortable, calmer even. People disgusted her. They spewed out crap, left only trails of hate and seemed unable to comprehend the fact that life itself was a meaningless drivel of moments that didn't contribute one notch to the grand overall scheme of the world, which of course was probably going to end any time soon, thus making human existence itself pointless and unfulfilling.

At least to her anyway.

However, as she played her game, her eyes darting across the tiny screen, Dib's words floated back to her. 'It's natural for people to like other people, Gaz.'

The teenager frowned. How could that be true? People are repulsive, the way they act, talk, everything. There were times Gaz wished she could just surrender being human and become something better, but not something stupid like a vampire or an animal, no, she wished she could become a machine.

Something that would be immortal, useful, built for a single undeniable purpose and only exist to fill that purpose, and once she became outdated or broken, then they could just dispose of her. After all, what's the point of keeping a broken machine around? If she could be bettered or upgraded, than why not?

Of course, her ethics teacher had argued the use of emotions. Gaz had simply replied that emotions have, time after time, led only to pain and suffering. Thousands die everyday though emotion. Emotions can be twisted and manipulated. The great weakness of the human race is its inability to keep its emotions in check.

After all, one only has to look no further than the last hundred years to see the effects of 'emotion' on the world. Hitler, Stalin, Pol Pot, the atomic bomb, all wonderful little products of emotion, all costing more lives than at any time in human history. Oh of course she didn't deny that emotions had created some of the worlds most beautiful products, paintings and art and literature. However, did not all these often encourage things beyond that of human emotion? Did they not try to reach for something further than what a simple emotion could comprehend? Did this not prove, paradoxically, that human emotion itself cannot even understand the reason or why it should act in such ways? Gaz again had finished, pushing forward her point that humans are stupid, unable to understand the emotions that they let rule them.

'What about love?' Her teacher had asked. Gaz remembered the sly little grin on that woman's face as she'd said this, thinking she'd catch Gaz out.

Gaz's answer had been simple. Love does not exist. Maybe at one time it might of, but it had been twisted though the use of other emotions. Like greed. Now love meant only the love of a new product, or fashion. You love chocolate and fast cars and computers with better graphics than last month's model.

True love was just a mediocre way of saying lustful obsession. People thought love was breeding out more and more copies of themselves. How did love help when you're starving and poor? Did love come into question when you found out that the person you 'loved' was cheating on you? Or when you found out that the person you 'loved' had given you AIDS? Or when the person you 'loved' hit's you night after night for no reason.

Love was nothing more than chemicals and a need to not be alone, the natural instinct to reproduce covered by the fact that the world demands people to pair up and raise more consumers.

True love conquers all; expect disease, war, famine and thousands of other problems that extend outside people's personal little spheres of safety.

Gaz smiled as she remembered the look on her classmates, and her teachers, faces. She was never asked another question after that, and Gaz was fine with it. They were leaving her alone for once, something she'd wanted them to do since she got there.

This was why she gave Dib such a hard time. She simply could not understand why he continued to fight for human lives when human lives themselves were pointless. Her views fell onto deaf ears, Dib continued to delude himself with visions of humanity growing to acceptance, to eventually learn and evolve to become higher beings.

Gaz could see that humanity would never evolve or learn or grow to accept anything other than the norm created by religion, corporations, and the mass of the ignorant.

But again, Dib's words echoed in her mind. 'It's natural for people to like other people.'

She frowned again. Natural…

She shook it off, screw them. She didn't need to act 'natural', she had her stance and she was sticking with it. She didn't need, nor want, anybody.

'I think your repressing yourself.'

"Damn." The game bleeped, she'd died. Dib and his stupid words had distracted her. She sighed and turned the game off, tossing it onto the nearby coffee table and leaning back into the couch.

Her eyes fixed onto the ceiling as she mulled over the words of her older brother. 'Repressing myself …'

Was that even possible? And if so, why would she be repressing herself? Why would she want to hate human kind? Was it something that someone had done to her, or told her early on in life?

She chuckled to herself. Her views on life were of her own making. She had took a step back, observed, weighed the opinions of all sides and eventually decided that she wanted nothing to do with the collective majority of the human race. That life itself was without meaning, that she didn't find any human alive attractive in any way, nor would she ever.

But still, the doubt in her mind lingered. It wasn't that she doubted she didn't like the human race, but if it was even possible for her to like the human race.

Could she actually find another human attractive enough to want to be with them?

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WOO!

Well, that's the first chapter for you. I expect many of you are saying "Yo? Sid? Wheres the extra-long chapters that you usually do? This is only 4 pages dammit!"

Well, due to extensive field research, I found that the majority of you guys don't like having loads and loads to read, and would rather have these much shorter type chapters.

Although don't fear! Other chapters will be longer (depending on how long the scenes are) and characters like Zim will appear soon.

I also understand if thou notice's lots of errors here, that's because I'm trying to become a self-editing machine. Tis hard.

Anyways, please R&R, cos you know… reviews and such!