Note: This is during Phase 1 and I take no credit for the characters involved. My first time writing fan-fiction so hopefully you'll enjoy it. Cheers!
Chapter 1
Initially, it was just snatching glances. A flick of his eyesight landed on the olive-skinned bassist. Murdoc's expression during creating the music he loves changes drastically from his normal, sullen face. His eyes would be brimming with passion and a glint of brilliance as he scribbled down notes for what would normally end up as some of the catchiest bass-lines 2D has ever heard. Soon, the singer would sneak in stares whenever he could, mesmerize by the oxymoronic combination of fever and calm that shows on Murdoc's features whenever they rehearsed. He was careful enough not to be caught but occasionally, he would receive a snarl from the bassist when their eyes met. Today, however, was one time too many.
"What the fuck are you staring at again, you little tosspot?" Murdoc snapped. "Are you aching for another beating too soon?"
"No…" 2D replied meekly. He should have known better than to risk all the staring. The bassist woke up a few hours ago with a splitting headache, only to be told to get ready for rehearsals by Noodle and everyone knows that the little Japanese girl was not to be ignored.
"Can we just carry on and be finished with this practice? I actually have somewhere else to be," said Russel.
For once, Murdoc kept quiet and continued on with the song he was working on. It seems as if 2D was let off for now but the azure-haired singer mentally braced himself for the possible attack after rehearsals.
As soon as the session ended, Russel muttered a quick goodbye and bolted out of the door. Noodle retreated back to her room to work on her solo part of the song, leaving 2D and Murdoc on their own in the studio.
The singer was praying fervently and silently that the bassist had forgotten about the incident before but unfortunately, Murdoc had an extraordinary ability to remember reasons to beat up the skinny singer.
2D felt a rush of wind next to his head and then he was sent stumbling across the room from a tight slap, courtesy of Murdoc.
"I'm sorry Muds, I really didn't mean to stare…" 2D whimpered.
"Well, the next time I catch you doing it, I'll rip yer face off, you little faggit." Murdoc growled.
The singer waited for another hit but he saw the bassist walked out of the room without another word. He thanked the stars above and limped back to his own bedroom while clutching his head.
Murdoc's own head was throbbing horrendously as well but that was due to an onslaught of alcohol the night before. His mind did not stop thinking though, while he headed back to his Winnebago. Why did he stop hitting 2D just now? Was he actually sympathizing with the singer? It was a bit harsh on his part, wasn't it? 2D was merely looking at him. Everyone knew that the singer idolized Murdoc.
Wait; was he actually defending the weakling? Murdoc's brain hurt from all the confusing thoughts running through. Oh gosh, he is really getting old and soft. The bassist entered his own lair and tried to sleep away the dull pain and thoughts.