I'm back at writing new stories again! So, this idea has been swimming around in my head for quite some time, and I just HAD to type it immediately!
This came about after reading many really good Studoc fanfics. I noticed that the really ones tend to have the 2 acting kinda weird with each other after the first shag, and Noodle and Russel tend to play mother and father when they start fighting, or something like that. So I thought "Why not make those two actually BE mother and father to them?" Noodle is 2D's mother, and Russel is Murdoc's father (that will be explained and I swear it will make sense later on in this chapter!). Just to let you know, is an AU fic, and the rating might change later on. Hope you guys like this!
16 year old Stuart Pot; a good kid. He was the popular one everyone knew as well. Said kid's grades weren't the best, but they were mediocre. He didn't have parents. His mother died during labor, and soon afterwards his father gave him up for adoption.
Luckily, he didn't stay for long. He was adopted by a Japanese woman named Suzuki Gonkura. Unfortunately for her, she couldn't have children, no matter how hard she tried. After her husband divorced her because of it, she decided adoption would be her best choice. When she got Stuart, she made up her mind to keep the name his real parents gave him, and to love and support him no matter what.
Stuart was, to put it simply, bored of his life. It was so secure and routine, save the time he stumbled out of a tree and hit his head, causing all of his hair to fall out and grow back blue. There was no action; no people in it to shake things up. His social life consisted of nothing more but people trying to gain a reputation for themselves, ruin someone else's, or improve their social status. Constantly did the males around him take the role of a female and gossip about other male 'friends' to him, and he'd either change the subject or tune them out completely. He had a rather large collective of associates, but he never really saw any of them as friends.
One day, his life would get the shakeup it was yearning for.
And enters Murdoc Niccals, the satanic boy that had just transferred to Stuart's school not too long ago. Murdoc came from an abusive household. After his mother committed suicide hours after being stopped from trying to drown him when he was a baby, he was sent to his father and suffered abuse by the hands of his father and older brother, until he ran away from home one day. A man named Russel Hobbs found him walking the streets at night as he was driving home from work and took him in and raised him.
Murdoc was different, to say the least. His choice of religion set him apart from everyone on its own. Then, his skin having the tint of an olive made it no better. He was a slacker, and often cut school to do who knows what wherever. It he wasn't skipping, he was quarreling with the other students, ultimately leading up to him getting jumped by a large group of boys his age and older.
This day wasn't any different. The sun shone brightly, and today it was nice enough for Stuart, clad in a dark blue school suit that complimented his hair, to walk home, instead of taking the crowded school bus. He was approaching an alleyway when he heard stifled cries of pain a lot of shouting and laughs. He slowed down to a stop, furrowing his eyebrows to listen to what the commotion was about.
"I hope you learn to never beat up Elliot for a ritual again, you bloody cock sucking devil!" A voice spoke.
Then came another pained grunt.
"I told you already; he tried to fight me and got his arse kicked. It has nothing to do with rituals." Murdoc spat through gritted teeth. He wanted so very badly to fight back, but due to his being in a headlock and being suspended in the air by a good six or seven inches he was reduced to kicking his legs about. Someone else moved towards him and held his feet steady.
"Yeah right." Came a different voice. "You're the scum beneath our shoes that has no friends and probably jerks off to dogs humping in the park. What makes you believe that we're supposed to believe you?"
Another blow was delivered that made Murdoc go limp. He was thrown to the ground and he curled up in a ball. He was quickly picked back up and back in a headlock again. You could see the bloodstain on his black suit from where his nose dripped blood.
Having just listened to that little bit of information, Stuart determined a portion of his so called 'friends' were beating up the new kid. He sighed, rolling his eyes and emerging from the shadows. "Stop it!" He shouted as he crossed his arms, pissed off at their actions.
The beating momentarily stopped as everyone looked at Stu's way, Murdoc still being held in a headlock and thrashing his leg about in midair, trying to find stable ground. "Stuart! You came to get a couple hits off this-"
"No," He intervened. "I came here to stop you fucking idiots from beating the new guy up." He honestly didn't see anything wrong with him except for the fact that he was different from most people at his school with being a Satanist and all. That still gave them no right to beat on him.
They were all silent, Murdoc's kicking having ceased as he looked upon his savior. Stu continued. "Now, gimme one good reason that gives you gits the right to beat him up?"
"He beat up Elliot because he wanted to do a ri-"
Stuart held up a finger and cut him off. He knew all too well of Elliot's ways, and how he's pick on people to fight to try and prove he was no one to be messed with. "Correction; Elliot thought he was being tough by fighting the new guy and ended up getting his ass beat like the little bitch he is!" He raised his voice and put emphasis on the word bitch.
A round faced boy, obviously Elliot, held his head down low and played with the collar of his suit. He knew every word spoken from Stuart was right.
He glared at all of the boys. "Put. Him. Down." The single eye not covered by his fringe narrowed.
The one holding him threw him to the ground, Murdoc landing with a soft oof. The group disbanded, muttering under their breaths.
The ring leader behind it all walked up to Stuart. "Sheesh, you've become such a killjoy lately." And with that, he walked away.
Stuart walked up to Murdoc, who was still on the ground, and held his hand out, offering to help him up.
The Satanist reluctantly accepted the latter's hand, clasping his hand firmly onto his and hoisting himself up.
It was like an electric current shot through their hands when skin met skin. Stuart blinked as they both stared into each other's eyes. He coughed awkwardly before hastily pulling his hand back down to his side. "Er, my name's Stuart." He spoke slowly.
Murdoc nodded. "Niccals. But you can call me Murdoc." He stared at the blunette longer before noticing how close they were standing and stepping back a little.
The blue haired teen recognized the name from a rumor that went around. "Oh! You're the one that shagged Emma Webster." He laughed then added. "This time."
Murdoc chuckled. "Yeah. She was an easy one." He began to reminisce his time sleeping with the school's whore.
They stood around awkwardly for a second, observing each other, before the burning question was asked.
"…Why did you stand up for me just then?"
A sigh emanated from Stuart. "Because, I'm sick and tired of my idiot 'friends' doing stupid shit."
"Won't this ruin your precious reputation?" Murdoc semi-mocked.
"Doubt it. Might've ruffled some feathers, but they virtually worship me."
Murdoc chuckled. He felt a bit comfortable around this guy.
Stuart looked down at the inverted cross hanging from his neck. "You should've went about this a different way." He said. "It's mostly Christians here, and some are those annoying bible thumping ones."
Murdoc looked up at him curiously. "I don't disgust you because I'm Satanist and you're a Christian?"
The other teen laughed. "I'm Buddhist. And no. Unlike those guys, I'm open minded."
Murdoc smiled broadly. He can get with being around Stuart more often. Despite his aversion towards most people, it was something about the teen standing in front of him that was different from most people.
Stuart returned these feelings. Murdoc seemed like a rarity compared to the guys he knew. He had a certain charisma and attitude that drew Stuart to him. They stood and talked about themselves for a bit, telling each other about their conditions at home and how neither of them lived with their birth parents. Stuart saw the sun start to set and peered down at his watch.
"Shit! I gotta get home before my mom gets back from work." He turned around and sprinted off in the direction of his home. "See you at school tomorrow Murdoc!" He added before disappearing around a corner.
Murdoc waved goodbye in his direction as the blunette turned to nothing more but a silhouette in the background, his face splitting in a grin at the thought of seeing his new friend at school tomorrow. He now had a reason to even bother to go to school every day.
So, can you see where this is heading? Probably not, I think differently compared to most people XD If you guys are reading all the way down here then I guess that means you like it! Tell me what you think by reviewing, and if I should continue!