Author's Notes : I love Gorillaz and mostly 2-D and Murdoc ! :D I just HAD to do a fanfic of those two together :). I finally did it. :) I hope you like it.

Disclaimer : I do not own any of this but this presentation of the characters, this idea and of course, my writing style :) ! Thank you !

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Struggle Of Habits

2-D was playing with figurines and other things placed onto Murdoc's shelf. He liked to play with these. First, because he thought they were so cute, funny, entertaining and he wished he had some like them. Second, because he knew Murdoc hated it when he even dared touch them. He had decided that since it annoyed the hell out of Murdoc, it was his cute little vengeance to all the bad words and hits he received from the other one. Murdoc flew his bedroom's door open and instantly saw 2-D, there, before his shelf, playing with HIS toys.

- Hey ! ! Faceache ! He screamed rageously towards 2-D.

2-D jumped out of surprise, knowing his time had come. He turned round to face the other one, the figurines still in his hand, big eyes open waiting for what was to come.

Murdoc's face was talking for itself. Teeth were shown. His mouth was twisted with anger and his eyes were sparkling with rage and disbelief from seeing him there, playing with his things. He knew he was there. Internally, he knew. Even though he knew he was to be there, it seemed that it was one of the youngest one's habits, he still felt surprise invading him. There was a glimpse of joy rushing through him each time he saw him there even if he tried to hide it from himself.

- Hi ... Murdoc. Said 2-D in a low voice, waving his right hand shyly at the one who just came in.

Murdoc threw himself right at 2-D and grabbed him by the throat.

2-D was now being choked by Murdoc's hand, back onto the wall. He tried to speak, gasping for air, but nothing really came out but this :

- Hng ... Please ... just ... a ... j-joke ... Murd... !

- What ?! What did you say ?! asked Murdoc angrily. I want apologies ! He added in a loud voice.

- I ... I ... I am ... Sorry ! ... I ... Won't come back ... in ... in ... your room. Murdoc tightened his grip. I promise ! 2-D screamed out that last one.

Murdoc released his grip and got really close to 2-D. The victim, as one would say, was shaking. He then, Murdoc, whispered slowly but firmly to 2-D's ear : - Fine. I like it that way.

He then distanced himself from the younger one, still looking at him. Murdoc's eyes were filled with sparklings of desire ... sad desire. He knew he could not have him.

Then, 2-D, massaging his throat, looked saddily at Murdoc and went out of the room.

Both knew he would come back here again. They knew they would fight like this again and again as usual, let's just say. The only thing that one of them didn't know was that Murdoc was in love with 2-D. Murdoc was the only one to know that fact, of course.

Yes, he loved 2-D. But 2-D would never love him. Murdoc was sure of that.

"I know he'll come back into this room ... my room ! ... he can't help it. I just can't ... tell him I love to see him standing there and ... even though it annoys the shit of hell out of me ! I ... I know I love him but ... one thing ... I am even more sure of is ... that I will never tell him." He thought as he gave a last look to the room before he left it.