YAY FOR GORILLAZ FICS! This one's somewhat sad, though.
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Drabble
'Lost in Translation'
2D wasn't the brightest of souls. Even before the infamous incident with Murdoc Niccals, he lacked a certain type of common sense – the ability to tell whether someone liked you or not.
When he went out with Paula, he couldn't tell that Paula, in fact, did not like him. Paula actually preferred the green-skinned Satanist with the sharp teeth and mismatched eyes. Thus, they were seen together in the toilet stalls and Murdoc's nose suffered because of it.
Now, he couldn't tell that someone did like him – the young Japanese guitarist, Noodle. He hadn't been able to see that ever since she had been brought to Kong Studios at a very young age, she had developed a particular liking towards him. He couldn't tell that everyday she would blush whenever he stared at her, or fumbled with her words in his presence. He did not know of her particular fondness towards his butterscotch angel delight scent nor of his angelic voice. He just didn't notice.
Today was a new day and the sky was that ugly shade of grey that it always was. It was breakfast time at Kong Studios and Noodle was sitting down lazily eating some cereal.
2D sat down beside her, brightly saying, "'ello there, love! 'ow are you today?"
Noodle shrugged.
2D was rather confused. Well, he was always confused, but now he was even more confused. He patted her on the head, "Now wot's wrong, love? Ya woke up on tha wrong side of tha bed today?"
Noodle shook her head, her green eyes filling with sadness, "I fear that we shall always be lost in translation, 2D-kun."
2D cocked his head, "An' why is tha', love? I can understand ya just fine."
Noodle turned her head away and put her bowl in the sink, not looking once at his face, "Aishiteru, 2D-kun. You just never noticed."