There was something off today.
Not that there was an issue there. Everyday was off considering they were on a freaking lump of plastic in a rather lonely part of the ocean.
The passing days swallowed by cold ocean winds and salty currents, a grimacing emptiness that littered every corner.
It was lonely, of course, and depressing at the least. But, there were worse things, thought the blue-haired singer, sitting on his bed in his bedroom on the lower half of the beach.
He'd been whisked away to this pathetic excuse of land by his band-mate, Murdoc Niccals, and has been working unwillingly on the new album.
It was upsetting, and was spiraling 2d into a deep depression.
But, it gave him time, though, to reflect upon his life. Which, after days of continuous thought, he realized his life sucked. Since childhood, he'd been in horrid accidents, leading to simply put this.
Although he hadn't actually been doing anything in Beirut in the first place, this wasn't his first choice to be dragged away to.
For the longest time, Murdoc was his idol, and he had refused to believe he'd had any faults at all. But, that had disappeared altogether after he'd been here. After he locked him in this room, forced him to the sing the demos for the new album, and paid a whale to hound him for countless hours, he'd lost anything he'd had for the man as it was. Even the tiny crush he had hidden for years.
No, 2d was not gay by any means, but he'd always felt something for Murdoc in a someway. There was no way he would ever form a relationship with him, no matter how hard the tiny part of him wanted to. It was something that wouldn't happen anyway. There was hope at many times, when the Satanist wouldn't smack him around but still gave him slight attention. This was something the singer cherished, but would be forgotten soon when he was beaten up again.
He wasn't desperate, or obsessive, so he continued to date women, and kept this hidden deep inside.
As memories came up, 2d pondered this, wondering what had actually brought him to develop a crush on the man. It couldn't of been his looks or attitude, considering both weren't exactly his style. His mannerisms? No. His style? Heavens no.
There was something about him that 2d loved crazily, but had no clue what it was. But, that wouldn't do.
This was his new mission. He was going to figure out what made Murdoc so… Murdoc. So individual. So interesting. So appealing. He was going to figure out what made the man we all know and love/hate.
No matter how much he hated the man, he was going to figure out what made Murdoc.
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This will obviously turn into a 2dXMurdoc story for obvious reasons. And it will be slooow at first, but something will happen eventually, and will make you want to read it for some reason. I own nothing, and the info I gather mostly comes from Wiki, and a bit from the Gorillaz Game there, but the info from Wiki may not be accurate. Please correct my faults certain things if it is needed. This is my first fanfic, and would love if you'd review. So please do, if you can. And, please be kind.
P.S., this chapter is short, but the next will be longer, I promise.
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