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Chapter Uno

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Murdoc Niccals slammed the dirty phone on the maple wood table as he murmured outloud. "Great. She's comming over."

Fiffteen year old Noodle suddenly rushed over to the bass player and sat on the kitchen table he leaned on. "Who's coming Murdoc-san? A friend of yours?"

"A friend of ours." He corrected before storming over to the carpark. Noodle cheered and clapped her hands together at the thought of a visitor comming over. Hopefully they won't be chased away or eaten by the zonbies in 23 seconds flat. She swung her legs back and forth as they hovered over the kitchen floor with excitment.

It was rather strange really. When female visitors came over, Murdoc would take them into his mobile home and do the regular treatment he gave most women he pleases. This however, just got him angry and maybe a bit worried at the same time. Yet, he held a slight feeling of happiness for her upcoming arrival. He just didn't want his bandmates to know that their leader was a bit soft sometimes.

"It's been months..." Murdoc mumbled to himself while on his way. "..since I last seen her." From the corner of his eye, he spotted 2D dusting a few boxes sitting against the wall. "2D...what the hell are you doing?"

The famous singer stopped dusting with the pink feathers and smiled at his leader. "'ello Murdoc. I'm just cleaning up parts of the place."

"Whatever in satan's world for?"

2D fluttered the feather duster in Murdoc's face. "Fer yer friend 'at's coming over, silly. We all know you fancy 'er."

Murdoc coughed and pushed the duster away. "I don't fancy her. She fancy's me!"

"Sure she does." 2D said with a sarcastic tone as he fluttered the magenta duster in the bass players face again. Murdoc coughed and just roughly pushed it away for the second time. "What are you trying to do to me? Smuther me with dust?"

"No." 2D replied and continued dusting the boxes. Murdoc then noticed a grey pile of dust near 2D's feet. "Uh...2D. You missed a spot."

"Oh. Thanks Murdoc."

He saw 2D clean up the tiny dust particles and shook his head, making a mental thought exit his mind. He started to walk again. "What am I doing? Helping the dullard clean?...not gonna' happen."

In the depts of the tan hallway, Murdoc took his time pacing to the carpark. His mind was occuping him for most of the time ever since he last spoke with her on the phone. Even if it was only a few minutes ago, his mind was racing with new thoughts. 'Where did she call from? Will she be safe here? How long is she staying? When will she get here?' Random questions were continuasly tossed across his brain. He wanted to shake them out, but they just kept coming.

Heavy footsteps were soon replaced once Russel came around with a large box of junk in his massive arms. He spotted Murdoc just standing in the middle of the corridor between the carpark and another door. "Muds?" He called out to him. "You okay?"

Murdoc's trance was broken once he heard the voice of the drummer. "Oh. Yeah Russ. I'm alright."

"You were just standing there. Are you sure your alright?"

"Yeah. I was just thinking."

"About the girl?"

"None of your business lards." He noticed the box Russel was holding. "What's that for?"

"I'm cleaning for our friends arrival. Is that's what's bothering ya?"

Murodc was speechless, but Russel continued on. "You've never acted like this before. What's with this girl anyway? Have you ever slept with her?"

"No Russel." Murdoc quickly said. "I know her very well. It's just that---"

"Oh I see." Russel placed the box down. "So you really do care for this girl, am I correct? You just don't want to show it infront of the rest of us."

Murdoc grumbled and opened the door to the carpark beside him. "Why would we be cleaning anyway? Everyone knows kong is filthy and filled with little demons. Why bother? Besides, I like my mess where it is." He stepped in the lot and slammed the stained door shut. Russel shrugged it all off and picked up the box to continue collecting junk to throw away.

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"Is 'at the last of them Russ?" 2D asked as he dumped out his pile of trash on the landfill below the balcony he stood on.

Russel came in with another box of garbage. "Nope. Here's more."

"I never realized cleaning would be so much fun." 2D cheered with glee while dumping out another box. "We should recycle some this stuff."

"Nah. You know what Murdoc will say."

"Oh yeah."

Noodle came prancing in between the two while wearing a red bandana that matched her white outfit she wore, like in the Dare video. "I cleaned your room for you 2D-kun." She said while fluttering her eyes sweetly at him.

"That fast?" He questioned her. "You really are a quick one aren't you Noods."

"Noodle." Russel spoke up as he dumped yet another garbage box. "Why don't you go see if Murdoc's doing alright. He seems to be more worried about this girls arrival, but he's not doing anything about it. Would you do that sista?"

"Of course Russel-chun. I will go." She gave 2D a hug before she left. The singer chuckled to himself. "She's so cute."

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Noodle road down the corridor that lead to the carpark. She just left this hall after cleaning up 2D's room, now she was going back to see if she can make Murdoc help out a bit. Stepping onto the cold ground of the carpark, she approched the entrance of the demonic winnebago. She ignored the words 'Murdoc's wagon' and 'Fuck off' and went on to pound on the door, to make sure he would hear her. "Murdoc-san! Are you in there? If you are can you come out?"

No response. Usually the satanic bass player would be lurking in his bago. She asumed he was in there, but she went on ahead to just step inside. Surprisingly, the door was unlock. "I'm sure Murdoc-san won't mind."

Walking on the dirty carpet she searched and searched for the older man. Nobody was found except the squaking raven which Murdoc called cortex. The piles of garbage lying in his floor needed to be thrown away badly. The place stunk like booze and ciggerates, but on the bright side, she carried afew bottles of air fresheners. She took the lime green bottle and sprayed until the place began to smell a bit fruity. The small light green cloud struck the black raven as it squaked its way out the open door.

The sound of a shower curtain being opened made Noodle turn to it. A door inside the bago gave way to revel the 40 year-old devil worshiper. All he wore was his inverted cross, and a small vermilion towel around his waist. "Noodle? What are you doing here? Leave!"

"I just want to talk Murdoc."

"About my trash?" He picked up a few empty beer cans and booze bottles. "Here here. Take them and go."

"No. I mean, your friend. Shouldn't you be happy to see her?"

"Why would I be happy?"

"She helped you BIG TIME. Didn't she?"

The master bass player sighed deeply. He didn't want to show his ture feelings, but Noodle was onto him. But c'mon. This is Murdoc Nicclas for crying out loud. Before Murdoc could speak another word, 2D came brusting in through the open door of the winnebago. "Noodle! Noodle! Our guest is 'ere!"

The japanese female squealed with joy. "Well lets go meet her! C'mon Murdoc-san!"

Murdoc flinched as he saw his other two mates run off into the studio. "Oh shit." He swore outloud and looked at himself. "She's here already? I'm still not dressed yet." He found some clothes lying on the floor and quickly got dressed in jeans and a grey shirt. He also placed on his boots and his famous purple cape. He didn't know why he needed the cape now, he just got used to wearing it alot.

At a far distance, he heard Noodle and another familiar feminine voice that made him tingle slighty inside. But why?

Stepping out of his winne and into the carpark that led him to the still dirty hallway, the voices of the rest of the band got louder and louder to his eardrums. He turned a corner and reached the lobby where he spotted four figures standing in the middle near the studio entrance. He saw Russel with that wide and proud smile on his face. 2D was dangling an arm around Noodle's shoulders and laughing along with the two girls.

Murdoc took a look at the visitor. He reconized her right away. An average sized 18 year-old female with long and radient brown hair that shown in the light, a bit of it hung infront of her face. Those cerulean orbs she called eyes shown like crystals through her glasses. Her light skin was soft and smooth from Murdoc's perspective. "Why do I have this funny feeling?" He told himself.

The girl noticed him behind the corner. "Is that you Murdoc?"

Murdoc appeared from the shadows and held that regualar mean look on his face. "Oh great, it's the halfwit."

"Hello Murdoc." She said in a happy tone.

"Hello..." His voice lowered at the sound of her name. "...Alice.."

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