(I got a lot of 'you should do another story', so……here you go! I know there are a lot of fans who hate Murdoc/Noods, but I DON'T CARE! MUAHAHAHAAAA! ahem MOVING ON. So, uh, here's the story? I only have the weekend to work on it, then I go back to mom's. okay. So here goes.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Gorillaz. Blahhhhh blah blah.

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A knock disrupted a certain Asian girl's sleep, though she remained in bed, ignoring the "NOODLE! GE' UP!"

Finally, the door burst open, revealing a Murdoc wearing merely a pair of jeans unbuttoned and hopefully underwear underneath, and this Murdoc stormed over to Noodle's bed and poked her sleeping mass.

Noodle twitched, letting out a "mmmmph." Murdoc couldn't help but let out a tiny grin which he quickly hid with a smirk as though Noodle had X-ray vision. He prodded her again and again until he discovered where her belly was. He poked this particular area, all his fingers sprawling around like spiders until she started shaking. He thought he had made her cry, but suddenly a sound that was a bit similar to a hyena being squashed by a giant mosquito. Okay, maybe not quite like that…but more or less sounding something like laughter.

Murdoc grinned as he tickled her more intensely, and the Axe princess finally shot up in bed, her face red as she her hands clawed at Murdoc's own as she tried to pry him from her bellybutton. A gleam in her eye appeared when she finally grabbed his hands and wrenched them away from her own. The now seventeen year old Gorillaz guitarist gave a short laugh of triumph, then her red face of breathlessness turned to one of embarrassment as she realized she was still holding the bassist's hands.

Murdoc noted this as well, though he didn't quite realize the ideality of this until he cleared his mind of Noodle's laughing face and saw the one she wore at the moment. He looked down at his hands, his fingernail reddened with nail polish was peeking out of the mass of fingers that were intwined. Noodle finally yanked her hands away and scooched back in bed.

"Uh, thanks for the wake-up call, Muds…uh…I'll be getting ready now."

Murdoc just gazed at her, the buzz from last night's booze still hanging him over the edge of no-idea-what-is-going-on and dangling him to the fishies. (AN: I'm in a goofy mood as of the four cookies I ate, so my writing could be just as goofy. DEAL WITH IT.) So he just stood there gazing at her until she gave him a funny look and took ahold of his bicep and dragged him out of her room.

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Half an hour later, a refreshed Noodle stepped from the bathroom, her hair damp and pulled into short braids that just touched the black shirt with the pink "Rock It" letters on the front, along with a pair of jeans that were way more baggy than most of her other jeans, must be because she found them in Russel's drawer…yeah, probably.

She made her way to the lift, singing along with what her lines would be as Shawn sung his normal line of "It's comin' up, it's comin' up, it's comin' up, IT'S THERE", though she was going down. She shrugged, then stepped out, shaking her damp bangs from her eyes as she walked to the kitchen, greeted by the sight of Murdoc wandering in circles around the table like a zombie, an empty look in his eyes while the blue-haired artist stared at him in confusion, and Russ at the stove as usual.

"Ohaiyoo gozaimasu!" she said brightly, and 2D broke his gaze from the bassist to Noodle, and waved, confusion still in his 'eyes', which Noodle only responded by looking up to Murdoc as well.

Russ spoke up from the kitchen. "He's been doin this for forty five minutes…must be either a new drug, new booze, new girl, or his hygiene's finally caught up to him. I knew those black fuzzies he'd coughed up last week weren't a good sign." He sighed and flipped a pancake.

Noodle seated herself next to 2D, watching the bassist mumble things to himself as he continued his rut around the table. "Uhhh…Muds?" she offered, poking his shoulder as he passed her chair. His eyes flicked towards her as he suddenly turned around and walked off towards the carpark, leaving the two artists to stare after him.

Noodle raised her hands helplessly, focusing her attention to the stack of pancakes Russ set before her. "Domo, Russ-sama."

"Anytime, baby girl." He replied, sitting down heavily and scarfing his own plate.

2D stabbed his pancake with his broken plastic spork. "Don' wanna," he said, turning the morning routine back to its usual. Noodle looked over at him, swallowing her bite.

"Stu…" she warned, and he looked over at her, the little boy look in his face. "Eat." She commanded.

2D let out a small growl, then stuffed a small piece in his mouth. He looked over at her, a defiant 'there' look in his face.

Noodle laughed, and returned to her food.

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Mostly everything was normal that day, though Noodle couldn't shake the image of both Murdoc wandering around in circles and the tingle still in her hands from this morning. She rubbed her palms together, then cracked them as she placed them on the GameCube controller. Everything was normal.

Though, 2D was a bit more curious than the young Japanese teenager. He was in his room, looking out at the carpark at the 'bago, looking for anything odd. When nothing was found, he thought Murdoc's 'spell' was over, and walked out and knocked on the door.

"Muds?" he asked timidly, knowing how much Murdoc hated being bugged in the Winnebago.

A low growl was heard in the depths of Murdoc's "lair", per say, and he wondered if he should turn around. But the bassist kicked the door open, almost knocking the singer out of orbit. He stumbled backwards, then looked up at the mismatched eyes that bored into him.

"Wot do ya want, dullard?" he snapped in his usual way, and 2D thought that maybe everything was right.

"I was wonderin' if you were awright?" he offered, scratching the back of his head, wondering it was wise to come down here. Now he just looked like an idiot…again.

"Well I'm fine. Go 'way." Murdoc began to slam the door, but a sight inside made 2D's mind spin.

"Muds? Wot's…wot's…" he trailed off, leaving his eyes to pointedly stare at the box inside the 'bago.

Murdoc inched the door a bit more closed, as he coughed. "Wot?"

"Why….why….why….WHY IS THERE A SUITCASE IN THERE?" 2D couldn't help but point to the suitcase overflowing with clothes and items sloppily tossed in. "You aren' goin' anywhere, are you?"

Murdoc rolled his eyes and let the door slam open again. 2D followed Murdoc inside, looking around as most of the junk normally lying around, was gone. He started to repeat his question, but the bassist beat him to it.

"Of course I'm goin' somewhere, face-ache. We're doin' a gig downtown, remember?'

2D stood there for a minute, trying to remember, when it suddenly dawned. Russ had mentioned something about doing a gig sometime this week, but he thought…well..it didn't matter what he though, they were doing one, right? The singer shrugged, then left the 'bago, eager to leave.

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Murdoc watched him go, rolling his eyes. As much as the lead singer could be horridly annoying with his innocence, his naivete, and his forgetfulness, Murdoc had to admit he made the band interesting. At least the girls fell for them, that was pretty much seventy percent of their publicity and funding. He grinned. And the other twenty percent were girls he "funded" personally to…ahem…'fulful' his own interests.

Anyways, he went back to cramming his junk into the suitcase. His thoughts wondered as he did so, reviewing from the fog he had been in earlier, to his stomach screaming the fact that he hadn't eaten, to the memory of Noodle looking up at him, shocked as their hands were jointed. He shook his head, embarrassed at himself for letting himself get that high.

"That must have been some serious shit," he muttered as he shook his head harder, trying to rid himself of the embarrassment. He only hoped it faded from Noodle's head entirely, especially with the confusing feelings he'd discovered lately.

He began to notice that what had been the shapeless, short, innocent Japanese cutie was now a grown teenager, filled out in areas that hadn't even existed when she'd tumbled from the crate. Her hair was worn with more carefulness, not just the sloppy spiky bed-head she wore until she was fourteen. Makeup had been experimented and now perfected, and she wore just enough that the bassist found himself looking at her face in wonder when she wasn't looking, trying to figure out how this transformation had taken place.

He still wasn't entirely sure if it was a good thing; having his thoughts sucked away at night when he tried to sleep, or having a peculiar tingly feeling in his stomach when Noodle decided to try something on that particularly flattered her appearance. And it wasn't just her appearance. Her mind had matured, her sense of humor more entertaining, her ability to help increasing, and, though it seemed impossible, her skill in guitar was radiating.

A knock at the 'bago shook him once more from his thoughts. He slammed a fist into his forehead. What are you thinking about? His thoughts screamed. This is NOODLE. NOOOOODLLLLLE. Not some chick you can feel free to take to bed at will, this is Noodle. Noodle. Just remember that...Shit.

He kicked open the door again, preparing his most nasty face to bring upon 2D again when he discovered he was looking into the brilliantly green eyes of the one he had just been thinking of. Murdoc's face flushed involuntarily, and he turned around to hide it as he greeted her.

"Yeh?"

Noodle's voice was curious as she replied. "Um, hi. Are you okay?"

Feeling that his face was now presentable, the bassist faced her. "Yeah, jus' some weird shit I took las' nigh', no big deal."

The guitarist nodded that nod everyone nods when they don't believe you. (AN: don't you just hate that?) "Alright."

"Well was there anythin' you needed, love, cause you gotta pack, we're leavin soon."

"Leaving?"

"The gig, love, remember?'

"What gig? I wasn't told this!" her voice was frustrated. "I'm not a kid anymore! WHY AREN'T I TOLD ANYTHING?" she sighed as she crossed her arms, and Murdoc's eyes were brought to the part of her anatomy that this pose pushed up a bit. He swallowed, feeling the heat in his cheeks again as he tore his eyes away to the wall behind her.

Niccals! What are you doing! She's fuckin' seventeen! You're like….OLD! NO! Murdoc ran a hand through his hair, breathing deeply as he focused back on her expression, still annoyed.

"Look, love, well I'm tellin' you now."

"I can't go."

"Jus' cause you hate us doesn't mean you can't go."

"No, Muds, I mean I can't go."

"Why not?"

"I…I…I have a previous engagement."

Murdoc cocked his head at her. "This is Gorillaz, remember? You're a part of the band, you're goin'! I mean…you still wanna be in the band, righ'?"

Noodle sighed and thunked her head on the wall behind her. "Look, Murdoc—" the bassist winced as she addressed him with his name, she rarely did that, and when she did it meant she was frustrated with him, "—I can't go. I already promised A—uh, someone else that I was going somewhere."

Murdoc stared. "Well at least tell me wot's more important tha' Gorillaz." He crossed his arms right back. Look at her face, look at her face, look at her face.

"I…I…" Noodle suddenly got a girlish smile. "I got a date."

Murdoc stared.

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(Woo! twisty-ish type deal. it may seem to be a lame start, but keep reading, kay? i got a really good idea.)