A/N: I don't own Gorillaz, Damon and Jamie do. The reason I think is why Murdoc beats the crap outta 2D.

"Murdoc, stop!"

"Shut it, twerp!" PUNCH "Take it like a man!" Murdoc was currently straddling 2D, repeatedly punching him in the face. The singer already had a bloody nose, bruises, and a black eye, but that clearly wasn't good enough for him. He punched him again, this time making 2D's head hit the ground hard. He screamed in pain, but Murdoc only laughed. "Scream all you want, faceache. No one's here to help you. In case you've forgotten, which you probably have, Noodle and Russ are out shopping. They won't be back any time soon either." It was true, the duo went out to go buy some more groceries, and since it had only been ten minutes after they left, 2D would have to hope the bassist would get tired of pounding him.

"Please Murdoc. I'm sorry for whatever I did." Murdoc stared at the hopeless look 2D gave him, and for a moment he got lost in his thoughts.

Flashback

"Dad, please..." A young boy with pure black hair was lying on the ground in obvious pain. A tall shadow loomed over him, the owner of which was his father. "I... I'm sorry."

"You are sorry." A boot suddenly collided with his face.

End flashback

"You are sorry!" Murdoc kicked 2D sharply in the stomach and he rolled over in pain. He coughed up a little blood, but Murdoc didn't care.

"Why are you... so mad?" 2D braced himself for another hit, but it never came. He looked to see the bassist walk by him with a can of beer in his hand. He thought he heard him mutter 'Why am I so mad?' but was in too much pain to think about it. And he wasn't stupid enough to ask him to repeat it; he'd probably attack him again. Sighing, Stu dragged himself into the kitchen since he was nearest to it. He managed to wet a towel and slap it on his face before taking a seat in a chair and resting his head on the table.

Murdoc had retreated to his Winniebago to calm down a little. He honestly wasn't sure why he was so angry at 2D. He hadn't done anything to provoke him, and yet just five minutes ago he had him pinned down and bleeding. The only thing that got him to stop was that memory. He remembered one of the times his dad decided to practically beat the life out of him for not earning him enough money in a contest. "I'm too much like you, dad." The word felt foreign to him, since he hadn't even seen his father in years. He sighed and picked up his bass. Playing might help get his mind off things for awhile.

2D had been in the kitchen with his face plastered to the table for nearly an hour. Noodle and Russel finally walked in and noticed his state. "2D-san, what is- *gasp!* What happened?!" 2D had lifted his head as soon as Noodle spoke and the sight was not pretty. His left eye was swollen and purple, his nose had dry blood coming from it, and on top of that he just looked terrible.

"What happened, man? Murdoc did this didn't he?" Russel cracked his knuckles. "I swear he's really gonna get it this time." He quickly put away the groceries before heading down to Murdoc's lair.

"Stu, are you okay? Let me help." He knew she was very concerned but he didn't want any help. He wanted to prove that he could be strong.

"It's alright, Noods. I'm fine. Really." He tried giving one of signature grins, but it was obviously forced.

"Come with me. I will get you cleaned up. And then I will go speak to Murdoc-san if he is still alive." She took his hand and led him to her room where she motioned for him to sit on her bed. She disappeared and came back with a wet cloth, a towel, bandages, and some ice. She gently wiped away the blood before covering the cuts with bandages. After she was done with that she wrapped the ice pack in the towel and gave it to him. "Put this on your eye."

"Thanks, Noodle." He smiled brightly and she smiled back.

"Stay here. I will be back."

"Where are you going?"

"To join Russel in his 'chat' with Murdoc." She left and 2D lied back on the bed.

"Man, what is your problem?! We leave to pick up some grub and you nearly kill D?!"

"Oi! I didn't almost kill him! He was still breathing wasn't he?" Murdoc struggled against Russel's iron grip. He was single-handedly holding him up by his collar.

"Then explain why he was a freaking mess when we walked in."

"He's a faceache! Can't we just blame it on the painkillers and move on already?"

"No! What the heck is wrong with you?"

"Lots of things, Russ." Murdoc chuckled darkly. Russel pinched the bridge of his nose before setting the bassist down.

"Look man, you can't be doin' this every time we leave you two alone. What if you go too far one day?"

"I wouldn't do that. Unless I had to. Heh."

"Murdoc-san. Why did you try to kill Stu?"

"Oh, here we go again."

"Do not groan about it Murdoc. He was very upset."

"It's okay. I forgive him." Everyone turned to look at 2D, who had walked up behind them. He still had the ice pack on his eye. "I know you don't always mean to be such a... y'know." He didn't want to say what was really on his mind for fear that he would come in his room during the night and actually kill him. Murdoc just stood there utterly confused.

"How can the dullard forgive me? After everything I've done?"

Flashback

"Dad?" Little Murdoc cautiously stepped into the living room with his eyes cast down and his hands behind his back.

"What do you want?!" Came the vicious reply.

"Um... I just wanted to say that even though you're always really mean to me I still love you." His father didn't reply at first. "Dad?"

"Get out of here!"

"But-"

"Now, you little brat!" He threw a bottle at him and he scampered off to his room.

"What's the matter, bro? Did you realize how worthless you are?"

"Shut up, Hannibal." Murdoc then slammed the door in his brother's face.

End flashback

"Get out of my Winnebago. Now." Murdoc pushed Russel and Noodle out before shutting the door on them.

"What's his problem?"

"Come on Russel-san. Let's just leave him be." All three of them walked away from the 'bago while Murdoc watched them from the window. Lighting up a cigarette, he sighed.

"What's wrong with me? This is all your fault, dad."

A/N: Let me know what you think and if you like it I will continue.