A/N: So, I began wondering, what was life like for Noodle, living with all those guys? Welp, here is the sequal to Every Man For Himself. Enjoy!
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Being a ten year old girl was not easy. Being a ten year old Japanese super soldier was not easy. Being a ten year old girl Japanese super soldier AND a member of the band Gorillaz...well, it wasn't easy, but hey, who says it wasn't fun?
Yes, by now you realized you were the only female in all of Kong studio (okay, maybe there were some female zombies outside, but they don't count, right?) No matter, being the only girl was awesome! How could it be?
I mean, you were surrounded by stupid men, bringing over equally stupid women, well, that was mostly Murdoc. You actually didn't mind some of the ladies, though. Some let you wear their lip gloss or perfume, if they were sober enough to even remember they had any to begin with.
However, you had the ability to control the boys you lived with. They were all wrapped around your tiny finger, allowing you to play them like puppets.
Or, something like that, anyway.
Your little skill went a little like this:
You lay on your tummy on the hardwood floor of Kong studio's living room, legs kicked up behind you, crayon in one hand, coloring book in the other. You press the wax to the page and slowly begin coloring in your sketch of your favorite singer in the whole wide world: 2D.
You giggle to yourself as you carefully color his shirt in pink, thinking how silly it would be for the man to ever wear such a color. His wild hair color would make it look completely ridiculous. Speaking of his hair, you pick up the brightest blue you can find, skillfully shading in the lines. However, your plan doesn't go quite as expected as the bassist, Murdoc, stomps into the room.
"FACEACHE!" He screams, the mere vibration of his stomping knocks your arm aside, causing the blue to skid across the paper, turning 2D's smiling face into a very strange shade of indigo. You stare at your ruined masterpiece before casting your eyes to the Satanist. He's standing over 2D with an empty can of beer, looking angry as usual.
"YE DRANK MEH LAST BEER!" He screams, chucking that can at the poor singer, who cowered in a corner.
"I swea', Mudz, I d-."
"I DUN CARE, JU-." Murdoc stops his yelling abruptly when you tug on his belt loop. He turns to face you, anger leaving his face.
"What?" He growls. You stare at him a moment before screaming,
"SHUT UP! RUIN DRAWING!" You stamp your foot. The two dumbfounded men stare at you before Murdoc slowly backs out of the room.
He did not feeling like answering up to Russel for pissing you off.
