Ok, so I know I'm supposed to be workin on mostly Fragile stuff but I got addicted to Gorrilaz so nyah.
Disclaimer- they don't belong to me which we all know
Enjoy~
He had caught himself doing it. Again.
2D dropped his head warily as he caught himself staring across the table at the guitarist that sat across from him with a blank expression, her violet bangs falling in her face as she took a bite of her french toast.
His face heated up and he could have sworn he was blushing. It was made worse when a worried whisper passed over the table.
"2D-san, are you ok?" Noodle asked innocently, unsure of why his face went from red to scarlette.
"Yeah...uh... I'm fine, love. I jus' don't have much o' a appetite right now, tha's all." He said with a weak smile as he pushed away his nearly untouched french toast and eggs.
Murdoc raised an eyebrow at the vocalist. "You goin' to eat those, face ache?" He asked as he glanced down at his own spotless plate then back at the food greedily.
"Naw, you can haf' it, Muds." He sighed, pushing the plate down the table as he took a swig of his apple juice and stood up. He walked out without another word, sipping his orange juice slowly to avoid speaking to his bandmates.
Russel and Noodle shared a worried glance, watching after the slouching man. Murdoc was totally oblivious as he scarfed down his second breakfast.
2D trudged into the lift with a sigh, pressing the button that lead it to his room. He leaned against the back wall of the lift, sighing and closing his eyes. What was going on with him lately?
He flopped down on his bed a few moments later, burrying his face in his pillow. The orange juice sitting on his nightstand seemed to critisize his leaving breakfast without eating and over-reacting when Noodle simply asked what was wrong.
Wot... wot is wrong wif me? He thought as his eyes began to travel around his room. Why da I find mehself lookin' at he'? And why do I alwa's get tha' wei'd feelin' in meh stomach? Wots wif me? His thoughts questioned him, but he had no answers.
Not a single answer.
Not one.
Now, normally not having an answer didn't bother him at all, as there were many things he didn't have answers for, but this... This was different. He felt like he needed to know, but when he tried to think of one he could only come to one conclusion.
I'ma blubberin' idiot. He concluded. He knew his band mates thought he was, especially Murdoc who let this be known on a daily basis.
Bu'h why does this seem sa' diff'ent? I neva' bothe'ed when I don' have a answe', bu'h... He pursed his lips, glaring up at the ceiling.
It seemed that no matter what he thought about, the end result was always the same. Her. She was ever-present in his thoughts and as time went on she took up more and more of his concious mind.
There was something different about her in his mind from when she was a little kid. Back then she did appear in his thoughts a lot, but more of a little sister then anything else. But now...
He compared his thoughts from when she first arrived in her little FedEx box and now after her return from Hell. Back then she was his adorable younger sister who would run to him for comfort if a storm, no matter how small. Now she was a beautiful young woman who seemed far more withdrawn and hardly spoke to him.
Yet, as little as she interacted with her band mates, only he seemed to really notice. And, even though the two hadn't had a close moment in years, he still considered her his dearest friend.
His confusion and inner-turmoil had all started back a year ago when Noodle had first popped up after escaping from Hell. He'd been out on the beach and out of nowhere a very VERY large Russel and weak, trembling Noodle.
2D was still trying to get over how much the girl had changed in those four years she was gone. She went from a small cute little girl to a breath-taking blossoming young lady.
She'd changed a lot, both physically and mentally. Her body had grown in height and shape, giving her a foot and a few curves. Her hair had also gained length, nearly down to her waist, still just as unevenly lengthed as the day she 'left'.
There was another thing the others managed to miss, but 2D noticed it right away and it nearly made him ill.
When she was young, Noodle's eyes were bright and shining, like large emeralds. Now they were dulls, lifeless, broken. He could hardly stand to look her straight in the eyes now'a'days.
Then there was her personality. Usually she would be bright and happy, confident and energetic. Now she would spend her time in her room playing stray notes on her guitar and avoiding contact with the others when possible.
It hurt him that his best friend had endured so much and had been so broken and it made him wish desperately that there was something, anything, he could do to take the pain away.
His eyes roamed around as he layed there thoughtfully. Without warning a large eye appeared outside of his window, watching him closely.
With a high-pitched squeal he dove beneath the covers, desperate to escape the gaze of the horrible beast that lay outside his window.
He coward down beneath his covers, hugging his knees to his chest and burrowing his face in his arms. After a few moments in a fear-induced paralysis, he managed to peak out from beneath the covers.
The eye outside of his window had left. As fast as he could, the blue-haired man ran over and jerked the curtains closed, leaping right back into his bed and scrammbeling back beneath his warm blankets.
He layed there for a few more tense moments before being driven from beneath them. 2D was over heated and felt the begginings of a migrane daring him to start thinking too much again.
Pulling off his sweaty shirt, he shoved his covers off, onto the floor. His head sunk into his pillow as he squeezed his eyes closed. Taking a deep breath, he held it for a second before exhailing loudly.
The whale swimming around his window roused memories from back when Noodle was still not used to being on Plastic Beach. He remembered it clearly.
2D sat beneath one of the plastic palm trees, a safe distance from the water as he watched the girl clad in a deep violet bikini staring down timmidly at the water.
He played a few stray notes on his keyboard that sat in his lap, watching as the girl would venture forward, mere inches from the water. Just as it would reach her she's lose her nerve and retreat.
Shaking his head with a light chuckle, he began to play along to the tune Feel Good Inc. Though he'd never acctually played his keyboard along with the song, it flowed out of him as he watched the girl turn tail and trot back up to where he sat.
She looked at him and sighed. "2D-san, d-do you think the water is as bad as Murdoc says? He told me someone lost all the skin on their lower body from waiding into it."
He laughed, giving her a large goofy smile. "Aw, it's aw'ight love! Muds is jus' bein' a killjoy."
Noodle looked down at her feet, swaying slowly back and forth as he played the familiar tune. It had been the very first song they'd played together.
2D felt excited when the edges of her lips began to twitch into something close to a smile. It would have been the first one since she'd gotten back from Hell.
Just as quickly the look faded from her face and 2D frowned, dropping his head a little and finishing the tune off early. "If you say so..." She said with a frown. She noticed he'd ended early and thought it was a cue for her to leave.
She walked back towards the water, her head hanging a little. 2D watched her try for a few more moments to gather her courage enough to step in, but her courage faded and she turned and left, being sure to avoid the blue-haired vocalist.
Of course he noticed this and it hurt him that she would go through so much just to avoid going past him. It was nearly a week later before she spoke to him again and even then it was abrupt.
His frown deepened. Why hadn't he been able to have a real conversation in longer then he remembered and it pained him to be like this.
After a moment longer he almost laughed. Even with how far apart the two of them had grown away from eachother, she'd come to him for support.
She'd come to him.
Him.
Of all the people, him.
Then a small chuckle did pass through his lips as he thought about the irony. She came to the man sitting in a fetal position as far from the water as he could, and she wanted his advice about swimming?
"Gudam whale." He muttered, laughing a little harder. It felt good to laugh, to release his stress with a happy noise. Maybe, just maybe, he would be able to get through this.
Well, lemme know what yall think! I've been workin on this all weekend and have like four chapters, but it was gonna be a one shot at first, so the endings and stuff don't sound like they should be endings.
So sue me. Or instead review. Yeah, go with that one ^^
