Okay, okay, I KNOW I should be working on my older stuff, but I had a sudden inspiration, and now I MUST write this! My Muse is calling! Bucket! Bucket! Where art thou's writing,Bucket my love!

(Cough)

...Maybe that was the imaginary 2D in my mind instead of Muse...umm, read the story!

Possession: Day 1

"You've got to press it on you...you just think it, that's what you do baby..."

Noodle sat in her favorite spot while writing in her diary and listening to her own single Dare. Normally, she would have just opened her closet and turned on Shawn to dance with the beat, but today she didn't feel like doing so. The past events of the days before still had her shaken up, but most of all heartbroken. She turned up her headphones and scribbled something else.

She wasn't sitting on her bed where she usually wrote, but instead in the one thing she hadn't thought of for years: The box she had been mailed in. It had been sitting in storage for the past 36 months, and had gathered much dust and grime over the years. But surprisingly, she still managed to squeeze into it along with her CD player and diary. Inside, she remembered, she had kept her old Powerpuff toys and video games when she was younger. But now she was more mature and didn't need such childish things.

Noodle sighed as her batteries ran out at last. She hadn't written much in her diary, even after hours of sitting there doing nothing. But seeing as there was nothing else to do, she had no choice. All it said was:

Dear diary,

I am very upset about what Russel-san told me. It was not the idea or the situation that bugs me, because I do not mind gay couples. But this...

I guess I should tell you what "this" is. Well...it is hard to say, even to write, but...

Murdoc and 2D are gay together.

Something wet slid down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it so she wouldn't show her weakness. She hated when she cried, mostly when the boys were around. Noodle knew she had to be strong, or else the band would fall apart, and so would her life.

Not like it wasn't already in pieces.

Noodle stood up and stretched, tucking away her diary and CD player. She kicked the box under her bed (Surprisingly, it fit under her bed as well) and lay down on her bed. Her eyes stared at the ceiling, which was covered with Japanese lanterns in place of electricity. On her walls were different posters, and on her nightstand was a variety of unique makeup products and other girly items. In a desperate attempt to look more like a girl, Noodle had walked out of the house one day with heavy eyeshadow and lipstick, but luckily a girl at the band's recording studios had bothered to tell her she looked like a clown.

'Of course you look like a clown, you stupid girl! You dress like a boy and wear bad makeup,' screamed an awful voice in her head.

Noodle clutched her pillow, trying not to cry. She couldn't cry; she promised herself she wouldn't. He would have been disappointed if she did. After all, 2D hated when people cried in front of him, especially Noodle. Although she knew they wouldn't judge her anyway, she never cried in front of ther other band members after 2D had started to bawl after she had began to. For some reason, other's misery made him sad as well. Maybe it reminded him of his own mental pain.

So she pressed her head into the pillow and cried as hard as she could while she could.

---

Morning. There were birds. Noodle sat up and rubbed her eyes, wondering if she had fallen asleep after her long sob. If she had, she was in trouble; the Gorillaz had had practice last night. The Japanese maiden quickly sprang up from her spot, amazed that a giant wet area was still there. She looked at her clock. 9:27 AM on December 21. Four days until Christmas. Three days until Christmas Eve. Noodle had a burst of excitement, but it soon turned to anxiety when she thought of the band waiting for her in the lobby. She stumbled out of her room and downstairs to where they were suppossedly meeting.

When she got there, Russel was standing with his back to her and appeared to be doing something. 2D and Murdoc were nowhere to be seen. Noodle whimpered softly, but seeing that Russel had bad hearing, she coughed louder. He turned his head.

"Oh. Hey, Noodle. Haven't seen you in a while."

"I am sorry, Russel-san. I fell asleep. I understand if you are angry with me."

"No, no, D and Muds didn't show up, either. It's fine. They're probably off in some church having gay sex, anyway..."

Noodle was quiet then. Russel sensed he had spoken something wrong, so he pardoned himself as soon as the words escaped his mouth.

"Aww, girl, I'm sorry. I forgot..."

"It...it is okay, Russel-san. I do not care anymore."

"Don't lie to me. I know something's bugging you."

Noodle was silent again. Her feet shuffled on the floor, and she watched them. She didn't say anything, there was nothing to say. There was so much to say.

"...Noodle, do you still like him?"

Noodle looked up finally and grinned with a faint blush in her cheeks. Russel couldn't help but think of the same girl that walked into their lives years ago, the same girl that always wore her gaming helmet and cooked ramen noodles and spoke only Japanese...

"Yes, Russel-san, I still do like2D-san very much. But now...I think it is more than that."

"Girl, you're too young for that kind of stuff..."

"Iie, brother. Russel-san...I think I am in love with him."

---

The rain was gently tapping against the window. Noodle could hear it. A storm was coming. Noodle could feel it. Something was going on in Murdoc-san's Winnebago. Noodle could sense it...

The young girl was flipping through pointless channels on the television, still frusterated at Russel for not believing her. She wasn't just irritated with him, though, she was also annoyed that there was nothing good on T.V. Plus, there was that whole "I love 2D" thing that was still tugging in her mind...and wouldn't leave her alone.

Bump, rattle, AH! Distinct sounds were heard from the room next door, which happened to be the carpark since Noodle was in 2D's room. She knew what they were, and she knew they weren't zombies that had broken in.

Nope, just the sound of lovers being dickheads. Noodle giggled to herself, knowing that she shouldn't think such rude things.

The noises stopped. There was a hum in the air, but Noodle couldn't make out any words. She heard the high pitched vocals of their lead singer and the rough grunting of the bass player she fancied so much. The girl felt her face get hot as she thought of the first time she saw him. He had been the first person she laid eyes upon after her box had been opened, and the first person that tried talking to her. Hell, he was the first friend she ever made! She always noticed that he was nicer to her than to Russel or even Murdoc, but probably only because she was like a sister to him...only a sister. And now, the person he treasured the most was Murdoc...

Noodle didn't even understand all the birds and the bees. Of course, she knew she would eventually have her period. And she knew about the male body parts. But she didn't know all of the details, the point, how it even happened. All she did know was that she wanted 2D, badly.

'Like he would ever want to do that with me...I am like a sister to him, and he is my brother. Besides, I should not be thinking such things. If he ever knew I felt this way...he would hate me.'

There was a knock at the door. Noodle remembered that she had locked it when she came in, so she scurried to the door and opened it. On the other side was no other but 2D, the man that had chosen Murdoc before she had a chance to strut her stuff. Plus, he was shirtless. Noodle felt agrowing warmth in her middle area, and flushed again knowing what it meant. But the singer didn't seem to notice.All he did was smile stupidly, which only pressed her more.

"'Ey Noodle girl, watchin' the Telly? Some quality stuff on there, you know."

"Yeah."

"Just came in 'ere to get some sleep, if you don't mind."

"Yeah."

"...Is that a yes or no?"

"Yeah."

2D looked confused (as always) but instead of feeling her usual snicker rise up she cooed softly and winced. The singer gazed at her with his blank and damaged eyes, with the normal dense of his mind in the way of his thinking, but he still wondered why Noodle looked so uncomfortable. He finally found the words to ask her what was up.

"Noodle, why are you lookin' at me like that? It's making me feel kind of funny..."

"I am not a baby. You do not need to treat me like one anymore."

2D was struck with confusion. What was wrong with his axe princess?

"Love, are you okay or...?"

Noodle suddenly gazed up at the vocalist and dashed her eyes in attempt to be seductive. She stood on her tiptoes so she was a bit taller, and smiled to look cute. 2D felt something cold rush through his body, and the hairs on his neck stood up like cactus quills. Noodle's loving innocence had now been turned into something far more dangerous, sexy, andpossibly...deadly?

Noodle looked into his vacant stare. "You are very handsome tonight, 2D-san."

"W-what are you doin', love? Y-you shouldn't...we shouldn't...ah..."

Noodle took a step forward, and 2D took a step back. Cold sweat raced down his back and into his mouth, which was very dry indeed. What was Noodle trying to do? She certainly wasn't serious...it was just a silly little game of hers, right?

But then he remembered: She was a teenager. It was probably just hormones or something. Right?

"Noodle, love, I know you might be feelin' summink...but it's not what you think."

"Yes it is. I know it is. I can feel it in my heart."

"Noodle, I'm with Muds. You know that."

Noodle was quiet. Eerily quiet. In fact, Noodle had never been this speechless in her life. 2D always knew her as the bubbly, energetic little female that brough light into everyone's life. Now...she was something different. Something was changing inside of his axe princess, and he knew it as well as she. There was a twang of guilt that struck through his heart.

"Noodle..."

All of a sudden, Noodle started up into 2D'sblank eyes and gave him the worst death glare he had ever recieved, even worse than any of Murdoc's. It wasn't like the glare she had done in the Dare music video, no, this one was filled with much more emotion. Rage, anger, jealousy, but mostly heartbreak.

"You stupid, gay BAKA! I cannot believe I ever thought I loved such a FOOLISH pig such as yourself!"

A burning slap was sent to 2D's face as Noodle ran out of the room as quick as she could. She didn't even bother to speak to Russel when she passed him in the hallway. All she could think about was getting to her room and crying, already regretting what she had done. It was their business, anyway. She couldn't let her personal feelings get in the way of their romance.

But, oh...she wanted thatspacy man so much...she couldn't help herself sometimes, and she knew it.

---

When she got to her room, she didn't cry on her bed. She went straight to her closet and pulled out her box, and crawled into to get some good privacy. Noodle didn't cry, she didn't want to cry, she just wanted to sit there and think about what she did. Yeah, her own punishment to herself.

...But it wasn't seeming to work. She crawled out of the box again and turned on Shawn to lighten her mood, but after dancing a million times, Dare gets pretty old.

Then she started to dig through her closet. And what she found was something that would help her ease everything, or so she thought...

Inside, she saw a tall object with a strange shape near the back. At first she ignored it, but when the light showed on it her eyes sparkled with glee. She couln't believe it was still in tact, still of good use. There, in the heap of her mess, was her old axe that had given her the nickname she had today.

It was a real axe, sharp blade and all. She never understood why three grown men would let a ten-year-old handle an axe unsupervised, but seeing as she never killed anyone she still had it. She could see it, the blade had it written all over. The words written in blood.

The axe was calling to her. She was it's princess, and it was going to obey her.

Dear Diary,

I found my old axe. You remember? From Phase One. It's still just as sharp, and just as shiny. Maybe a little buffing is needed, but it's still great. Great for what I'm going to do. I will not write it down yet, because people will see it in due time.

Everything is going to be over soon. I will make sure of that.

Love, Noodle

Well, how do you like? It was meant to be a one-shot, but I guess it turned into something more...I know it sucks, but please! Take five seconds out of your day to leave a review! I stayed up until 10:00 writing this damn story! (Dies)

So, REVIEW IF YOU WANT MORE BLOOD! (Grins evilly)