My next story! Let's see how this one flies! And, I do not own Gorillaz.

TMATA's: Alliance of the Bands

2D was on his knees and poking his circular, black eye towards the small, rectangular mail slot. Today seemed like a regular day, but, in reality, it was not. For today, they were going to receive something special in the mail. It was going to be a plain-looking envelope, but containing something very important. You see, a few months back, 2D, Russel, Noodle and Murdoc had entered a contest to see if they could win ten thousand dollars. But there was only one small catch. They would have to share their studio with another band for two weeks. Now, if they kept it successful, they (and the other band) would win the grand prize. If they got on each other's nerves and eventually quit, then their chances have lost. So there he was, on his knees, waiting for the mail man. He'd had been there for two hours, just waiting for a small piece of paper, to give the details on this small contest.

C'mon…c'mon, he thought in his mind urgently, where are yeh,' mailman!? This was obviously full of tension, not knowing with which band they would be rooming with. This could way of making money very easily, just housing another band. There is a dark side to this, however. If these two bands don't get along, who knows what could occur. After all, two weeks isn't too long, yet not too short either. 2D, finally getting sick of waiting for the "super slow" mailman, slowly rose up and went into his room to view his typical zombie horror movies and first-person-shooter videogames. The delivery was scheduled to be sent on this day's date, but it looks like the mail was fairly slow today. However, in another section of the city, was another popular studio. This band had been around since Gorillaz's "Paula" incident. They've been a successful, following right behind Gorillaz in the music charts. This band is known as "The Scythez".

The Scythez introduction

The first member is known as "Scythe". Scythe was born in Everett, Massachusetts to Italian immigrants. He never exactly got good grades in school, but was really into his Italian heritage. Mainly, his best subject in high school was Italian Class. Many of the songs in his lyrics contain Italian or Latin words. He is also the vocalist and keyboardist of the group, and the founder of Scythez, of whom which he is named after. Scythe has shoulder-length blonde hair, light blue eyes, and a small patch of beard growing underneath his chin. He also noticeably carries around a large scythe with him. Scythe's birthday is January 15th, 1978. He usually wears thick, baggy hooded-sweaters, baggy jeans, and black, stylish sneakers.

The bassist of the band is Roadkill. Roadkill was born in Montreal, Canada to parents descended from Ireland. When he was about six, he was walking home from school, when he noticed a wolf, lying dead on the road, since it was struck by a zooming car. Curiosity got the better of him, and he approached it with his hand stretched out, and instantly, it bit his arm, and jet off. He never told his parents about it. And now, whenever he looks at the full moon, he transforms into a hideous, demonic-werewolf. In fact, he believes that demons were inside of that werewolf that bit him, and that's what gave him his current appearance. Also, to support his demon theory, he can sometimes hear voices other than his own when he speaks, like a high-pitched one, a deep and monstrous one, an eerie and whispery one, and an evil and sinister one. He usually has spiky, curved backwards, brown hair, pale-white skin, very sharp fang-like teeth, and, to top it all off, he has glowing, irisless, yellow eyes. He also has a long, crimson scar running diagonally down his face. His outfit always contains a long, dark-brown trench coat, spiked wristbands, brown knuckle gloves, and spiked black boots. Roadkill's birthday is November 17th, 1965.

The drummer of the band is known as Hurricane. Hurricane was born in Burlington, Vermont. His mother had Blackfoot and Sioux descents, and his father had Mesoamerican-native descents. He usually shows this by making strange markings on his face with red face paint. He often wears a head band with two brightly colored feathers on the side. He is also very tall and muscular, and can lift up extremely heavy things. Hurricane also has a strong bond with nature. He feels like the forces of nature speak to him, and, oddly enough, inherited this from his mother. His mother always taught how to love and respect the nature around him, and his father always taught him intelligence. However, one day, he read about the history of the Americas, and found out that his land had been invaded by greedy and ruthless Europeans. This made him furious, and due to his strange gift, an extremely catastrophic hurricane was headed towards Europe. But his mother begged him not to do this, and he respected her wishes. Hurricane's outfit is usually rather plain, consisting of t-shirts and jeans, along with boots. Hurricane's birthday is December 29th, 1974.

The guitarist, and youngest of the band, is known as Bullet. Bullet's true origin is unknown, but, according to his friends, he was found on the streets, in a soldier's uniform, destroying everything with firepower and remarkable strength! Hurricane, having his unique gift, settled the insane soldier boy, and communicated with him peacefully. Bullet was then taken back to their studio before the authorities arrived. Also, he was very skilled with a guitar. He was then taught English, By Hurricane, and soon became the fourth and final member of Scythez. Bullet is the calmest member of the group. Bullet is, apparently handsome. He is also a bit shy and mainly quiet most of the time. Bullet has spiky, black hair. He also, has light brown eyes, and is tall for his age. He often wears camo-designed clothing, and knuckle gloves, similar to Roadkill's except with a blackish color instead of brown. Bullet also wears boots often similar to that of a soldier's. Bullet's birthday is January 1st, 1991.

These four men have become a highly successful band in the charts, and are on a strict rivalry with Gorillaz. Gorillaz quietly competes with them, and by the looks of it, often end up winning the battle. Scythez, however, often easily overcome other bands. But, just a few months ago, Scythez had entered the very same contest Gorillaz did. Now Scythez was in a quiet competition with them for the money. Who will be the winner?

Kong Studios

Noodle was quietly humming an upbeat tune, and looking around for Mike. It was that time of day where he was to be fed. She slowly looked around for a moment, and then noticed something .Not Mike, but something else. A small envelope was poking its head from underneath the entrance door. Noodle tilted her head, and arched her eyebrow. She remembered that they were expecting something in the mail, but could this be it? It looked so plain! So, she slowly approached it, and pulled it out. On the face of the letter, a small, cursive sentence written in pen stated:

"To Gorillaz"

Noodle stared at the small, thin envelope in her possession. Her emerald green eyes slowly scanned from left to right, and right to left. The axe princess then turned it around and was about to tear open the seal, when a familiar voice began screaming wildly. "NO! NOODS! WAAAAIIIT!!!!!!" 2D was sprinting towards Noodle at full speed with his arms stretched out in front of him. He seized the envelope from her hands like a bolt of lightning, and slowly opened it up. He stared at a small document inside of the seal, and leapt for joy.

"MUDS! RUSS! COME 'ERE! 'URRY!"

The singer's excited calls made them both come instantly. When the two arrived, 2D was holding the holding the paper with hands trembling with excitement, and a large grin on his face. Murdoc snorted and scorned "Yeh'd betta' 'ave called me 'ere for a good reason face-ache! I wos busy doin' nothin,' damn it!" The singer turned to the Satanist and exclaimed "I know Muds, but I've got somefink tha'll make yeh real 'appy 'ere!" Then, he lifted the paper up to his nose and began reading the document out loud to his fellow band mates…

Dear Gorillaz

We're happy to say that you're among the bands to win the opportunity to receive ten thousand dollars!

You must make sure that your guests are happy and comfortable, and in return, they must respect your

Studio/and or home. The band that you will be rooming with is…

2D's eyes widened and his jaw suddenly dropped. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe the name that was written on the small document. His eyes leapt off the paper, and he stared into the eyes of his band mates. They all gave him confused looks. Russel stepped forward and asked "Yo, D…why'd you stop?" The singer just stared at him, and then he looked back at the sheet. With a miserable and trembling voice, he read the rest.

They will be at your studio/and or home tomorrow afternoon. Please give them a proper greeting and warm welcome!

Sincerely:

The Music staff

The band mates slowly gave each other startled looks. They would be sharing their home with a rival band! This did not look good. If they didn't get along in the music industry, how could they get along in the real world! Either two things were going to happen…for sure…a warm and lovely angel of a relationship was hovering about…or a cold and hideous demon of warfare was brewing and rearing it's ugly head….

Ok, this is an attempt at humor and romance. I'm not much of a funny guy, but I'll give it a shot. As for romance, I think I'm pretty good at giving someone a warm and fuzzy feeling inside. So I hope you enjoyed this…(I wonder if this will contain a moral…XD!)