I've had this idea floating around in my head for quite the while, and I'm gonna go ahead and roll with it XD I'm saying this now, before you start, this has a possible yaoi and yuri warning for the future! I plan on Yuri, but the yaoi I'm not positive if it's gonna work out right. Anyways,

Enjoy~

She stood there, her gaze directed at the two men sitting in front at a table with a small, fuzzy radio. One, the prisoner, was resting his head in his arms, his face hidden and his shoulders moving a bit shakier then usual. The other sat with the chair tipped back, feet up next to the younger's head. She was standing a few feet from the table, having already finished her daily routine.

A few songs were playing raspily from the small device, all of which she knew. When she was made, each and every song written by the Gorillaz had been saved to a small disc and inserted into her robotic brain. The one sitting back closed his eyes and let out a long sigh as 'Feel Good Inc' came on.

"She wo'ked sa ha'd on gettin he' pa't of tha video wright.." Murdoc murmured.

"Yeh, I wemembe'.." 2D shifted slightly, not lifting his head.

Cyborg was unsure of if he was merely too lazy to, or if he literally couldn't. He didn't eat often, only enough to keep himself alive and have the ability to walk. The singer let out a pained moan as his stomach growled, earning him a look from Murdoc.

"Mate, yew goin ta eat anythin t'day?"

Stu shrugged. "I dunno.. when a'e yew goin back ta tha mainland ta get summoa' food?"

Murdoc leaned back again, scratching his head. "Uh, I wasn' plannin on eet till next week but if yew'e goin ta go sta'vin you'self 'en I s'ppose we could go t'morra." 2D picked his head up enough to turn it over, looking at the older with half-lidded eyes.

"We? Sa 'm comin 's time?"

"Well yew'll end up sta'vin 'fo'e I c'n get bock. 's not exactly a five minute trip inta Essex 'nymo'e, faceache."

"Oh.. ok.. fanks, I guess.."

Cyborg turned her attention from the two men to the laughing radio. It faded out and the next song on the Demon Days track started. She blinked, wondering if the radio had suddenly stopped playing Demon Days as she'd never heard this song before. Approaching the table, she concured that it was, indeed, 2D singing.

When the two realized what song it was they quickly changed it to 'Every Planet We Reach is Dead.' The singer buried his face in his arms and Murdoc groaned. Cyborg looked at the two and ran through her memory banks again before asking, "Master Niccals, what song was that?"

He sent her a harsh glare and snarled slightly. She turned her attention quickly to the weak singer. "Prinsoner, what is the title of that song?" He shook his head and his shoulders began to tremble slightly. Frowning, Cyborg crossed her arms and re-adresed her master. "Why is it I have no memory of that song?"

Murdoc let out another snarl and tossed an empty rum bottle at her. "Git outta he'e, yew bloody git!"

Finding her 'obey' chip kicking it, the girl angrily turned on her heel and marched from the room. She took the lift down to the entrance and stormed past Tattoo, her mind working a mile a minute. Why was it the two refused to answer such a simple question? Was the song some sort of secret? Was it not supposed to be there? And why did it make her chest ache and an unexplainable fear well up inside of her?

Cyborg wasn't programmed to feel fear. She was made to be fearless, smart and a good guitarist, so she couldn't comprehend what was happening. Perhaps she would be able to find out from someone else on the island? The robotic girl decided that after her hourly round she would go down to the basement and ask Dave, the mechanic.

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"Worker Dave." She said coldly, a cup of tea clutched in one hand and the other balled in a tight fist behind her back. She disliked this man intensly.

"Yeh? Ooh, tea! S'time fo' a bweak, eh luv?" He let out a scratchy chuckle and sipped the drink.

"I have a question."

He quirked a brow. "Wot, tha powe' go out in tha lai' again? I dun think I unplugged et.." He checked a few cords then sat back up and gave her a confused look.

"No."

"Eh, no? 'en why would sucha sma't gi'l 'ave ta come askin ol' Dave fo'?"

"I need to know the title of this song. Master and the prisoner will not inform me." Her insides whirred for a few moments and she played the small clip of the song from her memory.

Dave paled slightly, knowing she shouldn't have heard it. "Why, ah, 'at's El Manana, love. Ah should be gettin bock to meh wo'k, yeh?" He set down the nearly full cup of tea, something she'd never seen him do before, and turned hastily back to his fryingpan.

El Manana. She had a name. Now came the hard part. She had to get a hold of her Master's computer so she could research it. Cyborg inwardly sighed, wishing Murdoc hadn't taken her wifi connection. She'd been caught slacking one too many times while surfing the web and he really didn't have the patience to deal with it.

Cyborg made her way to the lift, still trying to figure out why the two couldn't of simply told her the name. Pressing one of the buttons, she felt the lift jerk to life and begin to descend. She needed answers and asking Murdoc anything further would only earn a beating.

She stepped into the prisoner's room, arms crossed and her expression firm. 2D was laying in a ball, hugging his knees with his eyes half-lidded. They gazed up at her blankly, showing none of the fear she was accomstomed to. "Wot?"

"El Manana," she started. "Why would you not tell me?"

The man tensed up at the name, giving her a wide-eyed look. "'o t-told yew 'at?"

"Worker Dave."

"...o-oh..." He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on his knees.

"Well?"

2D shook his head like he had before, pursing his lips. "Dun' go stickin you' nose whe'e it dun' belong." He murmured against his jeans before pulling his covers over his head and huddling into a tighter ball.

Cyborg sent him a glare then turned and made her way angrily back up to the study. As she was expecting, Murdoc was still sitting at his desk, a newer bottle of rum in his hand and a fag hanging from his lip. He sent her a scowl and the android lowered her head.

"Wot do yew wont?" He growled, crossing his arms tightly over his chest.

"You are leaving tomorrow morning, correct?"

"Yeh, you' stayin he'e." Murdoc turned back to his desk, showing he'd answer no further questions.

The synthetic girl nodded, keeping her face emotionless but inwardly smirking. He'd meant to sound hateful, but that was exactly what she'd wanted to hear. Without a word, Cyborg checked the time. She stalked down to her cupboard, aware of Dave's wary gaze, and plugged into her chargers. It was a bit early, but she had a plan.

Tomorrow was going to be an exhausting day, so she needed all the charge she could get.

I try not to use italics that much anymore cause I mainly made this to post on dA, and deviantART always deletes my italics, so yeah. Thanks for readin chapter one of El Manana! Chapter two comin up soon!

It's comin up it's comin up it's comin up, its dare UH~ ;3