Feelings Long Forgotten
Chapter One: Memories
The house was dark and silent, nothing stirred in the eternal night. The quiet blanketed each and every room as if there had never been life on the premises. That is, sparing the music room. Within this unique room one could hear the light breathing of a thin young man.
His shallow breaths caused his chest to rise and fall slightly. His spiky blue hair shot out in all different directions. His long fingers were stretched across the keys of a piano, motionless. Of all of these features, however, the one that stood out the most was his deep and hollow black eyes. Those open windows that could allow another to see into the world inside of him.
Normally, when you peered through these windows you would see a man with the heart and soul of a naïve and innocent boy. Someone so filled with ignorance to the world that the joy couldn't help but radiate from his young body. At this moment, however, these windows revealed images of a soul caught in the middle of the perfect storm, and rain from it's utter chaos poured out as sorrowful tears.
This normally bubbly and joyful man was crying because he was lonely. Cut off entirely from the world. Ever since the Gorillaz split up he was lost, utterly lost. He'd always been a rather lonely person, but it didn't bother him in previous years because he had never had the luxury of friendship. But now that he had lost it, he longed for that which he had previously owned.
On this night he sat quietly, haunted by the memories of the heated and small body of a pretty asian axe princess curled into his lap with a book, the memories of a big huge black man's deep and booming voice gently trying to get him to eat, the memories of his closest friend's mismatched eyes clouding with tears the day he knew he'd never see Stu-pot again. These were the memories he loved, hated, feared and coveted above all. These were the memories of the best years of his life. Unfortunately, memories is all they were.
-----------------------------------------
Mudoc layed silently in his Winnebago beside a beautiful young woman who's name he couldn't remember. He could never remember the name to go with the lovely face who's life he was probably ruining for good to gain a night of pleasure. Sometimes he felt regret for doing such things, sometimes he longed for just a little bit of romance. There was always someone who came to mind when he had these thoughts, but he pushed that person away before he could even begin to identify just who it was he was yearning for.
He was smoking a cigarette and holding his nameless lovely in his arms as he fell into deep thought. It seemed as though time was standing still. It always seemed like it was still. Like he was stuck in the same situation over and over again. Life had just become a big bore to him ever since the band had fallen to pieces. It made his heart ache, and, as much as he didn't want to admit it, his heart was empty. He missed his band mates desperately. Especially that dullard 2D.
Murdoc had been absent mindedly running his fingers along his mistress's arm and she began to stir in her sleep.
"Mmmmm…Murdoc?" she muttered groggily.
"Wot love?" He questioned as he instinctively pulled her closer to his chest.
"Are you okay?"
He quickly turned his head and met her huge brown eyes, and for a moment, she thought he was going to cry, but his eyes quickly flashed back to normal before they could spill.
"No, Crystal, I'm not okay."
He had remembered her name…
-----------------------------------------
"Russel, what we going to do today?" Noodle questioned as she tugged at the drummer's sleeve.
The big black man gazed down at his self proclaimed child. My how much she had grown in the past few years. She was beginning to take the form of a young woman, and even though her ever growing maturity made Russel proud, it also worried him. She was his whole world, the light that shined to him through the darkness, and he simply couldn't stand the thought of her getting hurt by a boy, or anything, for that matter.
"I'm not sure Hon, what did ya have in mind?"
"I want to go see 2D-San," she blurted. She hadn't meant to say it, but she did, and the shocked look on Russel's face made her desperately want to take it back. She couldn't help herself though. She missed him and Murdoc so much. I mean, that band being together was everything she'd ever depended on…it was the family she longed to have, and now it was all broken, and that broke her.
"I dunno Noodle…" Russel began.
"Please?" she interrupted, "It was only Murdoc and you who got into fight, and I'm sure Murdoc won't be with 2D. And I know 2D would love visit…he would be so happy, and…"
"Woah, waoh der girl! Slow down! A'ight, we can go and see D, but I've got to track 'im down first, cuz I don't know where he's stayin' these days, so you'll have to be patient with me. It could be a couple of weeks before we see him."
"That's fine!" Noodle clapped her hands and jumped up and down, obviously satisfied with his reply, and then started off for her room.
What'r you getting yourself into Russ…he thought as he watched his lovely flower bound towards her room.