The Paranormal Side

Rated T … for Tigers…

A/N- After about THREE (3) Months, I'm back! I'm so sorry about the delays but when I finally gained my enthusiasm to write, school started and I've been swamped with essays and such but FEAR NOT! I am currently ahead of schedule and thus… AM ABLE TO WRITE! :D (I'm so happy;you don't understand +-+) Anyways Enjoy Chapter 9! I hope you like it! Oh also! I'm thinking about going back and revising all the chapters and Possibly making them longer. Anyways, I hope you enjoy Chapter 9 and check back to see if I do update them!

Chapter 9 – Vocabulary and Apparel

When we arrive back at Igra's base, Liz and I sit down on his couch while Igra gets back on fixing his space craft. Liz seems to of returned to her normal self. It was really weird seeing her acting so excited and happy! She's usually so … monotone and clam.

As I concentrate on thinking, I don't realize that Liz is talking to me.

"H-Hey, Dibra, why are you ignoring me?!" Liz shouts at me, breaking my concentration. I look up at her and raise my brow. She sighs and slouches down the couch with both of her arms dangling beside her.

"S-Sorry… I was lost in thought Liz. What do you need?" I say, putting my hands up in front of me and shrugging. Liz glares at me and perks her lips out as if she was imitating a duck. I start to giggle then enter a full-blown laughing attack.

"Your face Liz, It looks like a duck!" I howl with laughter. Liz, not being able to read my lips correctly, scratches her head and looks at me as if I was a maniac.

"What's so funny about a duck Dibra?" Liz mumbles to herself, pondering about what I was laughing at. I smack my hand of my leg as I continue to laugh harder. Now only has she misunderstood me, she is trying to figure out how it relates to them talking! How hilarious.

Igra, no longer able to keep to himself, swivels his chair around and glances between us both.

"What exactly are you humans laughing at?" He questions as he jumps up from his chair. He carefully walks up to us, unsure of what we're doing… well mainly me. I fix my eyes on Igra and notice he's still in his disguise which kinda freaks me out.

He looks like me but just as a guy.

"I-I'm just laughing at the situation," I spit out between each laugh. Liz and Igra lock eyes with each other and shrug.

"Well whatever it is, could you shut up already? I'm trying to reconnect two wires together and you two are laughing like Fidras isn't helping me at all!" Igra hisses out as he glares at me intently. My laughter soon fades and I notice how serious he is.

"S-Sorry…" I mutter out as I slouch. Igra raises an eyebrow and pats me on the head. I look up at him and notice that all his anger has been erased from his face.

"What the hell! You were just mad a second ago now you seem like you're all better. You make no sense to me Igra," I blurt out, throwing my hand up to my mouth after I finish my sentence. Igra just stands there dumbfounded by what I said and Liz just sits there quietly, unsure of what to say or do.

"Are you for real girl?" Igra says, in an awkward voice. I sit there and take in what he said. Liz, glances over at me and we lock eyes.

We both start laughing again.

Igra, surprised by out reactions, takes a few steps back and gives us a weird look. I grab onto Liz's shoulder as me and her hold our stomachs in pain from the laughter. Neither me nor Liz could get over what he just said a few seconds ago.

"Are you for real girl?"

Thinking about it again, I laugh even harder and start gasping for air. Liz smacks me hard on my back and I notice how red her face is and wonder how red my back will be between each laugh. Igra, compelled by our laughter, just sits and watches us as if we're wild animals.

"What in Unila's* name is so hilarious?" Igra spits out, unable to listen to us laugh anymore. I, with much willpower, stop myself from laughing, clear my throat and look at him.

"I-It's just what you said! Where in "Unueelaa's" name did you hear that from?" I ask, failing to correctly pronounce the foreign name. I see Igra's brow go down and him frown.

"First off, her name is 'U-knee-la' and if you can't say I correctly, don't. That greatly irritates me," Igra says, glaring at me. I gulp as he continues to speak.

"Second, I heard that saying from a few girls at Beugar King and It, to me, seems like a normal saying in your language so I thought I would try it out. I guess I used it in the wrong context…" Igra spits out as he seems to go into deep thought. I look over at Liz, who finally has stopped laughing.

"He thinks all of us humans say that," I whisper to Liz, trying to be stealthy so he wouldn't see. Liz thinks for a minute then gasps.

"What if he hears other things and says them!"

"L-Like what?"

"You know… something nasty…"

"…"

"… Like boob…" Liz whispers out. I feel myself start to laugh again. I cover my mouth with both my hands, drop my head to my lap and try my best to muffle my laugh. The way Liz said 'boob' really hit my funny bone.

"What are you doing Dibra-human?" Igra asks, poking my head. I look up and feel my whole body shaking. I can't stop myself from laughing today. I release my hidden laughs and Liz starts laughing too. Igra, furious, gets up and storms offs, speaking angrily in his language.

I can only assume he is swearing.

"Ah, we've made him mad Liz…" I say, as my laughter dissipates. Liz shakes her head in agreement and pushes me lightly.

"Go apologize."

"What! You come apologize too! You were laughing at him as well!"

"Sorry, what did you say?" Liz says sarcastically. I glare at her and she gives me a goofy smile.

"…"

"…"

"…Fine I'll go apologize by myself. You're sooo rude, making me go by myself. Have you no heart Liz?" I say sarcastically. Liz just smiles some more and waves me off. I start to shuffle my way over to Igra. He is currently sitting at his desk, furiously looking over papers. Curious, I look around for an extra chair and notice a stool. I drag it over to where Igra is and plop down next to him.

"So what are you doing Igra?"

"Looking over Sor's blue prints; I need to make sure I have all the necessary tools to fix her," He speaks softly. I give him a blank look and focus my attention on the blue prints. Of course I can't read them but they look really cool.

"I notice he get really close to the blue prints when he reads them. I really don't understand why he does that; maybe he wants to make sure he is reading it correctly…" I think as I look over my shoulders to Liz.

I chuckle lightly as she sleeps soundly on the couch. I only walk away for about a minute and she's already sleeping. She sure is weird – and that's coming from me! I go back to watching Igra read the sheets and it bothers me how close he gets to the sheet each time.

"Maybe he has bad vision… Nah, that couldn't be it, he could read the menu at 'Beugar King' just fine," I think laughing to myself at how Igra pronounces "Burger King". He looks over at me and sighs.

"You are very weird Dibra-human."

"Says the one who can't order food at Burger King."

"I'll master that technique very soon I assure you. Just you wait Dibra-human, you'll be so amazed you'll shower me with everlasting praise," He spits out confidently. I smile at Igra and he smiles back with a huge goofy grin.

I examine his face and it freaks me out some more. He is basically my reflection only, he's a guy and I'm a girl. Thank God he isn't a girl – he'd be walking around looking like me but acting like a total nut case. He would end up getting me sent to the loony bin.

He snatches up a sheet and starts writing with a pen – a pen that is covered in many tiny buttons. He starts writing as he clicks the buttons. Curious, I sit and watch him intently write on the sheet, refer back to the blue prints then write more on the sheet.

I keep this up for a few minutes until he finally notices me.

"Uhm… what exactly are you doing Dibra-human?"

I focus my eyes on him and think. He really does look like me. His short, raven colored hair hangs in front of his crystal blue eyes. He has a manly face which makes me kinda feel weird. Do I look manly? Shaking my head of that thought, I sigh and shrug at him.

"Nothing much, just watching you work," I say as I lean onto his desk, placing my hands together and laying my head on them. I glance at his sheet and notice that it's written in English. I feel my eyes widen and my mouth open a bit. I end up grabbing the sheet without thinking.

"Hey! Give that back, I'm not done writing," Igra says, grabbing hold of the sheet. He tries to yank it from my hand but I hold onto the paper tightly.

"I will after I read it," I say, slowly but surely moving the paper closer to me. Igra glares at me as he releases his hold on the sheet. I smile at him only to be get an annoyed look back. Sighing, I focus my attention on the sheet.

"W-wow… he wrote in English and from what I can tell … there are no errors in his writing…" I think as I try my best to understand what he was writing about anyways. It seems he's writing out steps to fix a certain part on his space craf- I mean Sor.

"So, what exactly are you writing about?" I ask, handing him the paper back. He snatches the sheet from my hands and quickly scans over it.

"You couldn't tell? I thought you could read your own written language. Your race sure is odd…" Igra says, with confusion dancing across his face. I face palm and slide my hand down my face. He took it too literal.

"No Igra, I mean what are you writing about as in the subject."

"Oh, I'm translating the instructions from the blue prints onto this sheet of paper in English."

"I see. Must be fun," I say as he just looks at me. He shrugs his shoulders."

"I guess it is. It beats sitting here being bored and definitely beats listening to you 'leugh'."

"Hmm… I guess," I say as I look over at his pen once more. All those buttons are tempting me. I wanna press them all. I quickly reach my hand over and snatch the pen up from his desk. He gasps then glares at me while I examine the pen.

"What exactly do all these buttons do?" I shout in amazement. Igra just chuckles and pats me on the head.

"They help me write the sentences properly. I don't want to sound like a fidra in to another race. Also, if I am going to go to 'scyool'… I have to learn how to write correctly!" Igra says with enthusiasm. I smile and nod my head as I look over the pen.

"Does it have a name like Sor?"

"…"

"…?"

"…It's called a pen from where I come from…" Igra says, with an obvious look of amusement. I pout and look over at him.

I'm a total idiot.

"Don't worry, I understand your brain isn't superior like mine and you were just curious. I don't think any less of you Dibra-human," Igra says trying to comfort me. I just shrug it off and go back to looking at the pen.

"So, you're really excited to go to school."

"Yes! It'll be an awesome way to fit in with your race and learn much more too!" Igra shouts, excitement pouring off each word he speaks. I gasp at his words.

I'm taken back by how excited he is. He smiles at me, gently takes the pen from my hands and continues on writing as I keep looking at him. Even though he's tall and looks like a normal teenage, something about him makes him seem like a little kid to me. I smile at that idea.

"Hey, you act more like a little kid than an adult."

"… Is that so?" Igra says, dropping his pen and papers. He swivels around in his chair, facing me with his whole body. I note that he has on a plain light blue shirt on with one of my hoodies on. The hoodie is all black save for a few random cherries that are blue, and small white dots scattered across the whole thing. It kinda reminds me of pac-man. He also is wearing a pair of normal jeans which I can tell are a pair from my dad…

When did Igra go to my house?!

I glance up at him.

"Igra! When did you go to my house and take my clothing without my permission!?" I scream, waving my hands above me to someone add to how shocked and angry I was. Igra just looks at me and sighs.

"I copied the clothing from your memory, sent the images in to my computer and had the clothes made for me. I actually like your style of clothing," Igra says as he starts playing with the zipper on the hoodie. I look at the clothing once more and notice that they slightly are different.

The hoodie is much bigger than mine, the pants he is wear are smaller than my dad's pair and the shirt looks similar to a long-sleeve shirt I have. I shoot Igra a coy smile and he just shrugs it off.

"I guess next time I'll tell you before I copy your clothing again."

"Nah, its fine, we'll just have to make sure we don't wear the same clothing at the same time," I say as Igra shakes his head in agreement.

"Oh hey, I'm guessing the outfit you wore to school earlier was something you copied from my dad? I've never seen him wear an outfit like that thought…"

"Actually, there was a lady I saw and her outfit looked really neat and professional," Igra says as he goes back working on his writing. I feel my heart sink and clench my hands together.

"I-I, see…" I say, trailing off at the end. I feel uneasy. I stand up abruptly, almost knocking the stool down and Igra jumps.

"Are you alright?!"

"Yeah… well actually, I'm not. I'm gonna go home and get some sleep Igra. I'm really tired. When Liz wakes up, could you tell her I went home? Thanks," I say, as I start to walk over to the door. Igra quickly grabs my hand and I freeze up.

I turn and face him.

"Why are you lying?"

"What…"

"I can tell by how you're acting. I'm not dumb; you should know this Dibra-human! My race is superior like that!"

"… I just don't like the lady in those memories so could you not mention or bring her up again like that? It makes me uneasy…" I say, feeling myself deflate. Igra nods his head once.

"I understand. I won't say a word about her ever again. I promise," Igra says as he pulls me towards him. He holds my hand and waits for me to sit back down on the stool.

"You're not leaving yet! You're going to sit here and help me; that's an order!" Igra shouts out happily, buffing his chest out at the same time to seem manly. I give him a coy smile, sit and start to read over the sheet.

"Don't worry, I would help you out even if you didn't order me Igra."

"Ah, I like a race that's submissive," Igra says, half focusing on writing and on me. I blush a bit at his comment because my mind hit the gutter on that one. I feel my cheeks heat up some more and I cover my face with a sheet, pretending to read it.

"So, how's my writing Dibra-human?"

"L-Looks good! I see no errors so far."

"… I'm going to be one bad-ass mother fucker."

"Igra!" I shout as I remove the sheet from my face, feeling myself glare at him.

"Where did you hear that from?!"

"Some friendly man in an alley we walked by earlier!"

"I-I doubt he was friendly Igra!" I shout at him, waving my hands around. Igra just chuckles at my reaction and goes back to writing on the sheets of paper. I sigh and pick up another sheet and start reading.

We're going to have to work on what is appropriate to say and what isn't.

End of Chapter 9-

A/N - YAY! One chapter away from Chapter 10! I'm so pumped. It should be up in the next week or so but... I'm super busy with HOSA (Health Occupation Students of America) and since I'm President of my Chapter, I have a lot of Events to handle. I have to get ready for a Blood Pressure Screening, A conference, and then speak at two meetings (speeches included). (A/N At the beginning was written on Tuesday... OH HAVE THINGS CHANGED WITHIN A WEEK'S TIME!)

THEN, do school work.

So busy…

*dies*

Random HOSA member: "No, you have so much to live for!" *Shakes me back to life*

I also noticed I haven't let you all know to correctly pronounce unusual names so… Here you go:

Names:

Igra: (Ig-grah)

Dibra: (Di-Brah)

Vocabulary:

Unila's – (U-Knee-La)—A religious God from Igra's race

~Love, The Nanny