A.N. I got so many (5) good reviews for the last one (It's Complicated), that I'm making another one shot! Keep 'em coming if you want more, guys!
Wake up. Take a bath. Go through pile after pile of dirt and trash. Eat breakfast. Do what Murdoc says. Eat takeout. Do what else Murdoc says. Eat more takeout. Take a bath.
This was routine for me, routine for all the Gorillaz. And if you hadn't guessed, - which might be a bit difficult - my name is Suzuki Ganshiba. But no one knows that, even I didn't know that until I returned to Osaka, Japan and learned of my past through the codeword 'ocean bacon'. You might remember me as Noodle. Guitar player and backup vocals for the band.
It's nighttime now, and time for my favorite part of the day. It would be interesting to know that my favorite thing in the world would be the most practiced of all my daily routines. And which was this? Playing video games with 2D-San, of course. Ever since we first met (I was hopelessly bored back then, and did not know anyone well enough to complain.) he introduced me to his favorite thing in the world.
Zombies.
At first I was scared. Scared of the horrible, macabre games and movies he kept in his basement-room. The dark ambiance of the room and it's surroundings did not help me one bit. Every night I watched him press buttons on the controller frantically, and saw the blood splatter around the game. The monsters would walk in the most peculiar way and moan in pain. The dead thing would then grab hold of the television's screen and attack, blood spewing everywhere. I closed my eyes as crimson red liquid filled my mind and those horrible zombies would haunt my dreams that night.
But soon, after all the mindless gaming and marathon-watching, 2D-San let me take hold of the controller. I stared at the screen, wondering what I should do to the flesh-eating creature coming ever so close to the screen. I panicked and pressed random buttons until it died. The sudden blood and violence caused me to drop the controller in shock, and I covered my eyes, hearing more zombies approaching me in the screen. I guess 2D-San knew I was scared, and sang to me a song that we would later loathe and despise.
Windmill, windmill
For the land
Turn forever
Hand in hand
Take it all in on your stride
It is ticking falling down
Love forever
Love is free
Let's turn forever
You and me
Windmill, windmill
For the land
Is everybody in...
2D-San then congratulated me on killing the zombie, and I smiled. It was just a game, right? There was nothing to be afraid of... And 2D-San was there to help me.
Every day we started to meet in his room, and he plugged in his Playstation. (Or at least, I thought it was a Playstation, then a stack of games and movies grew around it. Now I'm not so sure.)
Game after game after game, until we both fell asleep on the floor. Then I would start my routine again, and await the time that we would yet again meet in the safety of his bedroom.
But tonight...Tonight was different. It's been years. Years. I've been sitting in Kong for a long time, I did not count the days any longer. They were too many. I sat on the floor, facing the door, eagerly waiting for their arrival. But my hopes would be crushed again, I knew it. I knew, but I couldn't stop. I couldn't stop waiting for the day that they would return to Kong and never leave me again.
But they left. Where they left, I do not know. Why they left, I do not know. Are they coming back? I do not know.
I decided I wasn't scared of a silly thing like zombies.
A.N. R&R kudasai! If you don't, I don't think I'll be motivated enough to make another one shot.
Edit: Spell-checked the whole thing manually, found some typos.