Title: Hello Gravity
(The title has nothing to do with the work.)

Disclaimer: Gorillaz (c) Jamie Hewlett & Damon Albarn.

Summary: There are a few "scenes" here. All of them between 2D and Murdoc. Some sweet, some angry, some containing shit I don't even. Please, enjoy. Thank you for giving me a bit of your time. c:

Reasoning/Apology: First off; Sorry, my darlings, for being gone so long. I've just been working really hard, and... things aren't the way I expected them to be. No matter, you guys deserve a little something, in the means of fluff. So, hopefully this satiates your blood-lust for a little while longer, while I get my shit in order for Spring Break.
-I've been looking through Gorillaz covers, since DoYaThing came out. (I swear. The flipping of shit when I got home from school on the 23rd was insane.) I ended up coming across some 2D/Murdoc videos, so... Yeah. I'm stuck in that pairing, now. c:
- That will be all.
Note: Guys, I'm totally disregarding the timeline given in "Rise Of The Ogre." Anything set there, does not apply here, except for names and shit. :D

(1) - Fleetwood is a borough in Lacanshire, England. The place has no significance whatsoever, I just liked it. c:

(2) - I'm sorry. I was going to try and write in accents, but... I'm just terrible at it, and I don't want to ruin it.

When the band first started out, Murdoc was always the one surrounded by ladies. Back then, they were a band lacking vocals. 2D would hide his face behind his blue hair, and his beloved keyboard, while the girls would fawn over the green-skinned, shirtless, bassist. Those girls would go around, telling their friends about the band they saw the night before, talking about the satanist on bass, the little Asian girl on guitar, massive guy on drums, and the tuft of blue hair behind keyboard.

They got popular quickly, the band. The Gorillaz. The name spread like a fucking disease, and none of the fans expected vocals to enter their work, at that point.

Though, one night, they were scheduled for an underground performance. The dingy bar in Fleetwood was filled with sweaty bodies, rubbing against one another, pushing and twisting just to get a better look at the little group that made it big so easily in the English music scene. (1) It was their first time with a real sound system. Microphones were positioned before their instruments of choice, while they sat back stage, smoking. (Or in Noodle's case, playing video games.)

"Oi, Faceache!" Murdoc took a long, greedy drag from his cheap cigarette, and tapped some ash onto the blue haired boy sitting by him. "Go check the microphones, eh? Sound check is what they call it, get to it." (2) 2D looked up at him, flicking his cigarette to the floor, stomping it out as he stood shakily.

"What do I do?" he turned to walk out onto the stage, awkwardly.

"Talk or some shit. Make sure they're fucking working, shit... Fucking infant." Murdoc shoved the boy away, and walked off to do some work which was obviously more important than 2D. The boy only nodded as he walked onto the weakly lit stage. He fiddled with Russel's drums, making sure the sound went through the place properly. Some of the crowd glanced up at him excitedly, their faces falling as they realized he was alone.

"S-sound check, sorry." 2D blushed, his voice breathy in the microphone. He went on to strum Noodle's guitar a few times, and play a few notes on the keyboard. As he made it to Murdoc's place, he realized it would be a poor idea to touch the satanist's bass. Murdoc was very protective of his bass, to the point of incantations for punishment. 2D stood before the microphone awkwardly, unsure what to do as more of the crowd stared at him. He sighed, and closed his black eyes, grabbing the microphone, then singing. Out of nowhere, 2D's slightly rough voice rang through the little pub, every set of eyes making their way to him.

"I ain't happy but, I'm feeling glad.
I got sunshine, in a bag.
I'm useless, but not for long.
The future, is coming on.
I am happy, I'm feeling glad.
I got sunshine, in a bag.
I'm useless, but not for long.
The future, is coming on..."

The reactions from the crowd were mixed. Some tentatively clapped, some tilted their heads, and some whistled. 2D licked his lips nervously, and lifted his head a bit, showing his whole face, smiling at the crowd in thanks. Some pointed at his eyes, blacked out from blood, and -D lowered his head again, scuttling backstage, embarrassed thoroughly. Noodle stopped him with a weak tug to his jeans.

"Why didn't you ever say you could sing?" she asked him bluntly, Russel and Murdoc behind her.

"I-I dunno." he blushed once more, and laughed sheepishly.

"You're singing, tonight, Faceache." 2D blanched, and shook his head fiercely. "Do you know how much this could get us? Shit! We could earn so many more fans with a fucking singer!" Murdoc glared at 2D menacingly, until the boy gave in. Murdoc ushered the whole band onto the stage, realizing that more cheers went out to 2D, instead of to himself. The satanist growled, and shed his turtleneck sweater, in an effective attempt to attract the crowd.

Girls flocked over to Murdoc, reaching up to him as though he was the closest thing to a God that would ever touch that dingy Fleetwood pub stage. That was better. Murdoc growled deeply, happiness turning his mouth into a victorious snarl.

When 2D began to sing, his hips swayed with the music his partners provided him. His melodies followed Murdoc's bass, and as the fans reached up for the blue haired now-singer, the boy reached down as though he held power over them. His hand graced the dirty and sweaty palms of random men and women, the biggest and clearest smile running across his cheeks. His eyes dragged over to Noodle, then to Russel, realizing that they weren't as caught up in the experience as he was.

The adrenaline drove 2D mad, his keyboard having been moved to the front of the stage. 2D's movements were jerky, his body slowly becoming less and less shy as the crowd fell in love with him. His fingers plunked down on the keys as he sang, blue hair and large hands flashing around, black eyes staring across the crowd, the purest form of happiness and pride rushing through them.

As the crowd reached up for 2D instead of Murdoc, the Satanist frowned. He felt jealous. Not jealous because 2D was getting so much attention, but because the man wasn't paying attention to him anymore.

Instead of cowering behind him, 2D was thrashing on the front of the stage, smiling.

Murdoc was jealous of 2D's smile, most of all.

It has been the absolute longest time since I finished ANYTHING.

This isn't even fucking substantial, honestly. I was fucking with the ending for about three and a half hours. Just doing it OVER AND OVER AGAIN. Because I know how I wanted it to end, but I just couldn't get the phrase out onto this page in any comprehensible words.

It ended up as something like "Murdoc was asjghsljdkfhsgdfg-"

Yeah, so, I think this is just filler. I started this thing SO LONG AGO.

I stopped writing around "That was better." about three or four months ago. You can almost SEE the change in style, it's depressing.

Anyway, thanks, and I hope you enjoy this. I realize that I NEVER stay devoted to these little chapter ficlets that consist of scenes and little situations, but whatever. It's an excuse for me to drabble endlessly, using the nicknames and shit.

This fandom is perfect, guys, ok.

Bye. :heart: