Hello, pplz! U probably don't know me...because this is the first Gorillaz fanfic I've ever writen...but my name's Chibi Kitty Roxas Girl!
As my name inplies, I usually write for Kingdom Hearts...but I thought that maybe I need to mix and match my picks, ya know? Put my player on shuffle for a while. So...I'm going to be writing this story...and the rest of my KH saga...and some short stories for them plus others in the middle of it all. Sounds fun, ya? Anyway...I digress...
Tell me how I done for my first fanfic of da Gorillaz! X)
READ THIS BEFORE YOU READ THE STORY: None of this is true. In the book, Rise of the Ogre, it says that Tusspot was actually a polite and quite kid. And...let's just face the fact. Murdoc's nice, but he'd NEVER be as I've pinned him in this story. This is like...the alternate universe...where Kermit the Frog sings Gaga songs and Chuck Norris is the president...yeah...btw Stephany and Ricky are OCsss...of mine.
DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHINK. I swear on my filthy perverted mind. :,(
P.S. This story changes point of view...from 2D, to third, to third in Murdoc's perspective...yeah. I'll tell you if it changes from those three...in fact, I'll just tell you when it changes anyway.
Oh...and this is mostly about Stuart Pot...which'll eventually lead to 2D...but I digress.
-_-_-_2D 1st person POV_-_-_-
"...Murdoc?" No reply. "Muds...?" STILL no reply. I HATE this man! I sat in the middle of my room, starring at the fucking wall. Yup...it was pretty...pretty annoying.
Since I got meself out of Gorillaz, life had been going a lot better, yeah? I was working at me dad's fun fair...lots of chicks. It was pretty cool, too. I got to learn all this crazy stuff about the rides and...things...anyway.
I realized one night while I was thinking...this man, Murdoc Niccals, nearly killed me. Once I realized that, I got a migraine and passed out...besides the point...
When I finally came to, I questioned everything, right?
Yeah...I finally figured out what happened to me. He hit me with a fucking car TWICE. AND...he stole my organs...and...look, there's a lot of stuff that he did. That's when I promised myself I'd NEVER cross the bastard again.
THAT promise was quickly broken.
He called a few years later, asking for me to see his new crib or whatever.
Yeah...after the last episode he did of MTV Cribs, I didn't even WANT to know what his new 'crib' looked like...so I told 'em no. 'Bout a day later, he called back...and back...and back...and back until I got fed up with it.
After a couple years living with the family, I think I grew some brain cells back or something. I told his arse off on the phone.
Once I was done, it was silent...so I hung up. Next thing I know, someone gasses me and packs me in a suitcase. Who the hell packs a person in a suitcase?
So...I woke up, mid flight, and had a little...erm...'chat' with the dude that kidnapped me. I asked him where I was and who he was and all he said was
'No! You be sleepy! Why you not sleep?'
and I was like
'Well, why was I gassed?'
and he was all
'You be sleepy now! Why you not? I gas you, long time. Why you no sleep?'
...So after that I just shut me trap for the rest of the ride. Hell, I wasn't getting any information off the dude...
After I was swiftly picked up and thrown quite a distance, I tried to kick me way out. I'm...sort of claustrophobic...eh...yeah...and, the next thing I know, the door flies off and I'm starring at the sun.
I'm literally more blind than I was before I got there.
Literally.
Then I hear 'The hell? You're supposed to be asleep, you dullard!'
And from that moment on...I knew I was on the forsaken beach he told me about...the Plastic Beach.
Now, god knows how many days from when that happened, I'm here...sitting in my room...starring at this fucking wall. Actually, if I stare long enough, the colors sort of swirl and-
"Wot NOW, 'D?" Murdoc burst through the door. Oh. So he DID hear me. Huh.
I looked at him and tilted my head. Here goes nothing. "There's somefink on da ceiling." He looked up. "Wot?"
"Can't yew see it? 'S right there." I pointed. Of course I knew there was nothing there...I just want him to think I'm crazy or somethin'... He glared at me.
"Dullard...you're waisting my time again. There's nothing there and I awready told you...'s your blasted eyes." I got up. "Wot? No 'snot! My eyes are fine! Crystal!"
"Smudged crystal. Now...bugger off." He closed the door and locked it again. I glared. "Fuck yew, man." I whispered.
Running a hand through my soft hair, I sat on the corner of my bed and sighed. "Who fuckink cares...I'll neva ged off of dis piece of shit." I whispered, laying down.
Hopefully...I'll get out before I really DO go round the bend.
-_-_-Stuart 3rd person POV-_-_-
Stuart Tusspot was a boy of simplicity.
Nothing unusual about him...save his hair. His hair happened to be a light shade of blue, almost aqua. This was caused by an accident he had at the age of eleven, falling out of a tree and hitting his head hard enough to break it. The doctors said he was lucky to be alive. He was a bit slower from that day forward, but it didn't bother him.
The only thing that really got on his nerves was his addiction to pain killers.
He had asked for them when he was little, at least three times a day, because 'his head would hurt'. Little did he know that this caused him to have actual head aches that eventually turned into migraines.
At the loyal age of 17, he had dropped out of school for this reason. He saw no need to waste his time trying to learn something. It only made his head aches even worse.
Now, standing at the counter of Uncle Norm's Organ Emporium, he was fairly happy. He had a club to go to tonight and couldn't wait to get home for it.
Once he left work, he walked home to find his mother cooking diner. "Ello, mum." He said, waving.
One of the many differences of 2D and his younger self was his voice. Unlike 2D's whinny, high pitched voice, Stu-pot had a fairly common male voice. It was deep, yes, but not so deep that he sounded bass. He was actually had more of a baritone voice...and his singing voice was tenor. It was beautiful, his singing voice.
Stuart walked upstairs to his room and took off his work clothes.
He picked out some black skinnies, a white wife beaters, and a pair of converse sneakers.
This was his usual outfit, the only thing varying being his skinny jeans. He also slipped a sleeveless hoodie on top of the wife beater. The hoodie was rainbow patterned, but the colors were dull so that he didn't stand out as much.
Stuart, was gay.
He wouldn't admit it to anyone...but, in a better term, he was actually bi-sexual. He didn't care if he was the fuckee or the fucker...he just wanted to get fucked. He finally slipped on some fingerless black gloves and ran downstairs.
"Mum, 'm goin' out-"
"Wearing THAT?" His mother exclaimed, coming out of the kitchen. "You'll do no such fing!" He sighed, stopping in front of the door. "Mum, I-"
"You are NOT going out in that!" His mother exclaimed.
His father, David, walked into the conversation. "Wo's all this about?" Rachel pointed to Stu-pot. "Look at that outfit! He'll NOT go out in THAT hideous...THING." She was talking about
the hoodie. "Mum!" Stu whined.
"Stuart..." The room got silent as his dad looked him over. He sighed.
"Go have fun."
"WHAT?" Rachel exclaimed, nearly whacking her husband in the head. Stuart graciously slipped out of the house, the last words he heard being 'How could you let him go out in that?'
He ran down the street, smiling.
"Hey...Stu!" He looked to the bus stop on his right. His best friend, Stephany, was waiting for him. He ran over and smiled down at her.
"Steph, I thought your parents said no." Stu said, looking her over.
She had dyed her hair raven black for this occasion.
Her acid-wash, lime green skinny jeans were held up by a stud belt...accompanied by two more. She had cut holes in the knees. Her shoes were black tenis shoes with rainbow shoe laces. The shirt she had on was a neon blue, holding the number 23 on the front in black.
"Trying to get into the neon age, Stu." She said proudly, watching Stuart look. "Anyway...my parents don't know. They're asleep...don't ask why."
Stu shrugged and smirked. "We're going to THA' club tonight, right?"
"Why did you even ask?" She breathed, looking at his colorful outfit. "You obviously knew." She glanced up and smiled.
Her accent was American...and compared to Stu, or any other person there, she spoke almost foreign words. The accent seemed country, like she was from Tennessee or somewhere close.
The bus pulled up and stopped. "Goody!" She yelled, jumping on. Stu-pot sighed, entering the bus. He paid for both of them and sat down beside her.
"We get there in thirty minutes!" She said happily, looking out the window. "Heh...yeah..."
"Stu?" His eyes hovered over to Stephany, willing her to go on. "You sound...doubtful. What's wrong, hmm?"
"I dunno...vis outfit is just...a little much, maybe?" Stephany snorted.
"What's a little much is your self consciousness. It looks great, everyone'll dig it."
He shrugged, sinking back further into his seat. "I-"
"Stuart Tusspot?" Stu's eyes widened. "Shit." He whispered. Someone rose from their seat in the back and walked to the one beside Stuart and Stephany. The teen starred at them hungrily. "Err...'Ello, Rick-"
"Who's da chick?" 'Rick' asked, his nearly black eyes now darting from one to the other. "Umm...T-This is Stephany-"
"You FUCKING her?" All the attenion was turned to them, thanks to that one word.
Stuart shook his head. "No...we're going t'a club together...not tha' yew should know."
Ricky Johnson was from Stuarts' old school.
He was an ass hole, to be quite frank, and used to date Stu. The teenager was captain of the football team...which is what mainly attracted Stu.
The fact that Rick was the most popular person in his school fascinated him...and then he found out the football player felt the same way about him.
They eventually got together and had been going strong...until Rick was kicked off the team for steroids. That basically ended any ties he had with Stu...and his Career.
He was still going to school, yes, but he lived in a hotel room now, barely paying rent.
Once his parents had found out about his 'relationship', they quickly disowned him.
He was alone in the world now...the only thing keeping him going was what he thought was true.
He thought, and still thinks, that Stuart Tusspot was the cause of his life's ruin.
"Ah...so you've gone off the track of men, 'ave yew?" Stuart kept a straight face and glared forward. "No. She's just a friend-"
"Fuck buddy?"
"FRIEND." Stuart said slowly. Stephany sighed and looked Ricky straight in the eye.
"Stu, this is our stop." She said, glaring at the teen from across the isle.
Rick smiled. "Good, 'smine, too." The three of them got off with two others.
Stephany looked at the bright sign, holding the name of the club in beautiful, multicolored lights. "Here we are...Club de' Pub." She giggled. "Bet it's not even french."
Stuart nodded and headed in, Ricky following from behind. Two men stopped them at the front. "Names?"
"Stephany Nicks and Stuart Tu-"
"Pot. Stuart Pot." Stuart finished, looking over. Stephany gave a shy smile.
Sadly, everyone was still used to saying 'Tusspot' instead of 'Pot'. His father had only recently gotten that changed.
"Ah...'ere yew are." The two men moved out of the way and let them through. "Look fer Ricky Johnson." Ricky said proudly. The men checked. "Not on the list."
"What?" Ricky tried to fight his way in.
Back to Stephany and Stuart, they were now sitting at the bar. "Give me a Mudslide...aaand give 'er a Martini." The bartender nodded and walked away.
Stuart sighed, looking over the crowd.
"What's wrong NOW?" Stephany asked, turning her seat around as well. "Noffink." Stuart said. "'Ere yew are!" The bartender said happily. "One fer the lovely misses...and one fer the gen'lemen." Both nodded a thank you and began sipping their drinks, the ladder of the two already feeling the rush.
"God...damn...tha's fuckin' strong!" Stuart exclaimed, getting another gulp in.
"That's 'cause you're drinking too fast." Stephany said, taking small sips of hers. "If you want to get totally KOed, keep going..." She trailed off. Stuart had already drunk his Mudslide and asked for another.
"Well...'ello there." Someone slid in beside him. Stu looked over and gave a loopy grin, finishing off his second slide. "'Ello~" He sang out.
"'Nother slide!"
He thanked the bar tender and gulped it down. "Wot c'n I get yew, sir?" The man beside him grinned. "Straight Vodka in a shot...'bout five of 'em." The bar tender hesitated, but nodded, going to get them.
The man looked over. His hair was the same color as Stephany's right now...but Stuart doubted he had dyed his too.
"Wo's yer name, love?" The man asked, taking one of his newly received shots and downing it. "'S Stuart...but everyone calls my...me...Stu or Stu-pot." The man chuckled.
"Wo's yours?"
"None of your concern until later, tha's fer sure." Stuart nodded. "Yep...yew got a place?" He was too drunk to even know what he was doing at this point.
Stephany laughed from behind him. She knew he couldn't hold his liquor...but this was just plain stupid. She didn't stop him, though. He doesn't regret much, this she knew.
"Yep...once I get done, we'll leave, eh?" The man he was talking to was looking pretty drunk off his ass, too. He had already drunk three of the five shots. Stuart nodded. "So...wot 'appened to yew?" He asked, laying his head on the bar.
"Wot? My eye?" Stuart nodded, starring up at the man. "I mean...that CAN'T be natural."
"Believe it or not, it is." Stuarts eyes grew wide, pupils dilating further. "Really?" He asked, amazed. The man nodded. "I'your hair natural?" Stuart nodded, looking up at the man.
The man starred right back, quite amused.
"Gee...how'd you manage that?"
"Dunno...'ow'd YEW manage THA'?" The man rolled his eyes and licked his lips, showing off an abnormally long tongue. Stuart shivered at this notion. "Same way you did, I suppose."
"You...you fell out of a tree too?"
"Wot? Are you for real?" Stuart nodded. "Back when I was eleven..." The man drank his last vodka and sighed. "Tha's all...ready?" Stuart nodded. Then he realized something.
"Oh!" He turned. "Here Steph. 'S to get home." Stephany nodded. "Thanks, Stu. Have fun~" She sang. Stuart blushed and walked out with the man, his arm around the singer's waist. "So...where's your house?"
"Dun' got one."
"Den...where we off to...?"
"...My Winnebago." Stuart raised an eyebrow, but shrugged it off.
They soon arrived at the Winnebago. "'Ere we are!" The man said happily, opening the door. He walked in. Stuart followed and looked around.
The smell of the place was thankfully masked by the scent of air fresheners...and even though the mix of the smells was worse...it was still comforting.
The place was a pack-rat paradise. You'd literally have to dig through various items just to get to the bathroom, but the man didn't seem to
mind. He just stepped over the items and went on with life.
Stuart followed him, trying not to trip over any objects. Once the reached the bed, Stu-pot starred curriously. He didn't even notice when the man came up behind him.
"You're so fucking hot like that, you know." He whispered, wrapping his arms around Stu and nipping his neck.
Stu leaned into the man and moaned. "Fuck...tha's even hotter." Stuart smiled and turned, wrapping his arms around the man and kissing him. The kisses went from playful to needy in seconds, Stuart finally letting the man invade his mouth.
Stu and the man topled onto the bed, the friction making both cry out in bliss. Stuart ground his hips forward again, causing more wanted friction.
The man quickly took off his shirt and threw it across the floor. "No need for tha', right?" He breathed, breaking the kiss. Stuart panted and nodded. He quickly slid both of his shirts off with the help of the man and layed back down.
The man ran his tongue up and down Stuarts stomach. He eventually stopped at a pink nipple, gently bitting. "Ahhh-hhh~" Stu moaned, arching forward. The alchohaul was taking a great affect on both of them, 'causing them to get even hotter than before.
The man finally leaned down and undone Stu's belt and pants button, pulling the zipper down with his teeth. Stuart laughed lightly, still breathing hard. "Fucking tease."
The man shrugged. "Eh, I try." He smirked at the boy. He leaned down again, but Stu stopped him. "W-Wait."
"Ye can't back yerself out now-"
"Wot's your name?" The question hung in the air for a while. The reply came after several pain staking minutes.
"...'S Murdoc."
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Yeah...so, like I said, this is the first slash I've ever done for Gorillaz...and I'm sorry if there are any spelling errors or grammar errors. I no good grammer at. XP
Uhh...tell me how I did? I thought it was...exceptional enough and I've actually wrote the whole thing out already. So...I may post more if I have time and stuffs...
btw...this WILL be M in later chapters. The first few are clean...because I don't need to have a kadrillion sex chapters in here...so I'm only gonna write THAT when 2D 'get's it on'...if ya know what I mean. ;D