Note: this is my first real "FanFic" so cut me sum slack. I've rote other stuff before in the past (all unfinished) with my own characters and settings. After reading more fan fiction then real fiction paperbacks I've decided to giver a shot!
Pleas don't troll me abut my spelling/grammar, I'm L.D. "sniff" ;_; Ok! Hope you enjoy It!
(thanks to Princess Noodle for spelling and grammar correction)
Chapter 1
Shyness
It was a peaceful summer Sunday morning, or rather afternoon, but it seemed like morning because every one in the apartment was still asleep and the the street out front wasn't busy at all. 2-D was lying in his bed only in his briefs, not asleep but not ready to get up and face the day either. He had been working his butt off all week currently being the only one in the house with job. Noodle instructed that he MUST catch up on sleep during the weekends, but this morning he just couldn't doze back off.
Then there was a knock at the front door. It echoed around in the silent apartment like a lost spirit. 2-D figured he was the only one awake and had no chance of falling back to sleep so he dragged himself out of bed to answer the door, putting on some trousers on first of course. He walked down the steps from his room and silently crept past Noodle's room then down the other flights of stairs. He noticed that Murdoc's stair lift was at the bottom of the staircase so he was probably in his basement lair. 2-D opened the front door; He hoped it wasn't another eviction notice.
Well to his surprise it wasn't the mail baboon from before, it was a girl. She was wearing torn up black and grey skater shoes, faded torn black jeans and a large black mens leather jacket with colourful patches all down the arms. Her face was round and child-like. Her hair was brown with flakes of golden that glinted in the sunlight, and was also kind of greasy. Her eyes wear hidden behind cheap purple sunglasses. A straw fadora with a purple pin on it sat on her head.
The girl looked up at him then down at the ground grinding her foot on the concrete ah-ing and um-ing shyly. 2-D thought that she was surprised to see a shirtless man answer the door, or maybe it was his zombie like appearance, or maybe it was the fact he was the famous face of Gorillaz. But before he could come to a conclusion why this girl seemed so shy she asked him "Does Murdoc Niccals live hear? Is he in? It's very important that I meet him..." her voice trailed of back in to ah-'s and um-'s and in turn her eyes sunk back down to her feet. Her voice was small but gruff.
2-D was speechless! This shy little lady wanted to see MURDOC!? This wouldn't be too strange if she wanted to see Noodle or even himself but what little kid in their right mind would WANT to see stale old Murdoc?! Then a new, darker thought came in to the singers paper brain, what if this little thing wasn't a fan girl but one of Murdoc's play things! 2-D cringed at the thought. No! Not even Murdoc would stoop so low. But he still didn't want to expose this girl that bad influence, so he said the first thing that came to his feeble mind.
"Uhh~ I think he's out right now."
The small girls face shot up at the singer.
"You 'think' hes not here? Or do you 'know' hes not here?" she said more assertive than when she spoke before.
"Well you see, I'm not sure if-" 2-D was cut of mid sentence.
"Can you check!? PLEASE! It's very important!" she was shifting impatiently in her big coat.
2-D sighed. "Ok, I'll check."
"Thank you." Squeaked the girl as 2-D left her to check Murdoc's studio.
He closely approached the basement door and knocked on it twice, there was no response. 2D knocked a little harder "Murdoc?" he called "Thais a kid up hear asking for you." Still no response. He slowly opened the door and peered inside down the dark stairs. "Murdoc!?" He shouted. An echo responded then silence.
2-D let out a sigh then shut the door. He turned around to see that the girl was now standing in the doorway to the kitchen with her bag and a banjo he didn't notice before.
"He's not here is he..." she grumbled in to the collar of her coat looking very disappointed.
This reminded him of Noodle when she was younger, without thinking he blurted out "Don't worry luv, you can stay here until he get's back." He immediately kicked himself thinking 'You twot! You were trying to get her to NOT come in to contact with Murdoc!' The girl was now smiling smugly swaying happily back and forth with anticipation. It was too late for the singer to go back on his word now.
"Well um, while your here make yourself at home, go upstairs to the sitting room I'll bring you sum breakfast, just don't touch the chair lift!"
"Ok!" she said smiling enough for 2-D to see her teeth for the first time. Then she dashed up the stairs carrying her stuff.
2-D was taken aback by her sharp lower canines; he caught a small glimpse of them as she smiled. But how was he to criticize someone else abut there teeth when his own two front teeth were non existent,, so he let it slip his mind, which wasn't too difficult for him.
What troubled him more was how trustworthy she was. Entering a strangers house by herself then running right up stairs at the drop of a hat. He was glad that it was him she met at the door and not Murdoc. She seemed a little naive for her age; again how was he to criticize? But how old was she anyway? He didn't even know her name. But she could answer all those questions over a hot breakfast.
A while latter 2-D walked upstairs with two plates of toast with peanut butter and jam, and sum tee. The girl was asleep on the couch, head resting on the armrest, face tucked down into her oversized cote, one arm hang down holding on to the tale of a stuffed dog clipped to her messenger bag. 2-D couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh at the sight.
The singer's eye's fell upon the banjo and a messenger bag. The banjo was old and worn but had new pink and blue flames panted on the head. Some of the pant had gotten on the tailpiece, bridge and even on the strings. 'Did she paint this herself?' He pondered this briefly. Then turned his attention to her shoulder bag. It was black and seemed to be packed to capacity forcing her to clip things on to the out side of the bag such as a travel mug, water bottle and the stuffed animal she was holding on to.
2-D placed the tray down on the coffee table with a gentle clatter and the sleeping girl shifted on the couch.
"You awake now? Did I wake you?"
"Yeah.. sorry I Didn't get to much sleep last night," She yawned while sitting up.
"No problem miss..." 2-D trailed of remembering he didn't now her name yet.
"Kit," she finished his sentence for him. "Apache Stray Kit, But you can call me 'Patch Kit' or 'Patches'."
"Ok Patches" He said with a slight laugh while handing her a plate. "My name's 2-D"
"Thanks for breakfast, 2-D." She said trying it out.
"Wold you like some tea?"
Patches nodded because her mouth was already full of bread, then un-clipped her travel mug from her bag and held it out smiling.
"So you from America?" 2-D questioned while poring her tea.
"No, look at my mug." she said quietly still holding out her cup.
2-D stopped poring and looked at the white plastic mug. Tim Hortons. The name processed in his mind fore a few secants.
"You're from Canada!?" So that's why she's so polite.
"Yep, Ontario to be exact."
"You've come a long way just to see Murdoc, why do you want to anyway?" The question had been nagging 2-D the moment she had first asked if he was in.
"He owes me something and I've really needed to meet him for a long time."
"How long?"
"My whole life!" she replied finishing the second piece of toast, she as if she hadn't had anything for days.
"And how long is that?" 2-D chuckled, sill thinking she was a fan girl.
"17 Years."
2-D almost squirted hot tea out his nose and mouth, all over his guest before he managed to swallow. She was 17!? How!? She looked like she was 13, 15 a the most! Then Noodle entered the room still dressed in her pyjamas. Patches looked up from her tea timidly to see who had entered the room.
"Oh," 2-D piped up, "Good morning, Noodle!"
"Who is this?" asked Noodle looking at Patch Kit.
Patches looked to the ground shyly.
"This is Apache she's here to see Murdoc."
Noodle stared at 2-D, then at Apache, then back to the singer again, puzzled by his statement.
"Why do you want to see Murdoc?" Noodle asked Patches directly.
"He owes me." she said still staring at her own feet.
"No surprise there." the guitarist laughed tiredly.
"Ill go make breakfast for you, love." 2-D stated finishing his toast. "What wolud you like?"
"Toad in a hole, please." She smiled at him.
She then looked to their guest and noticed her plate was empty but she didn't look close to being satisfied. Noodle sat down on the couch beside her. Patches immediately scooched over as far away from Noodle as possible. The guitarist leaned down trying to look up at her face.
"Are you still hungry?" she asked
Patches replyed quietly, "No, I-I'm ok."
Noodle saw through her lie immediately.
"Make that two toads in a hole, 2-D-san." She shouted down the staircases.
The siting room was quiet and awkward. Noodle tried to start up a conversation.
"What's your dog's name?" she said as if she was talking to a 8 year old.
"Black Sabbath." she replied in a monotone voice not looking up from her torn up sneakers.
The room fell silent again.
Noodle noticed the banjo leaning on the side of the couch.
"Can you play that?" she asked Patches while looking down at the painted instrument.
"Y-yeah kind of..." Patches smiled bashfully.
Noodle felt victorious by getting the shy little bird to smile. Now was her chance to get passed the wall of shyness.
"I'll be back in a moment." Noodle got up from her seat and left the room. She re-entered a while later dressed and caring her guitar in one hand.
"Let's have a jam-session!" Noodle chimed happily.
"You're a musician?" Patches asked without a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
Noodle was speechless!
"Uh, yes. I'm in a band with the other residents of this house." She sat back down beside Apache. Patch Kit didn't move away this time.
"Wow! Even Murdoc!?" She said smiling excitedly flashing her protruding lower canines.
"Y-yeah, he plays bass..." Noodle answered looking at Patche's bulldog like smile.
Noodle abruptly chained the subject. "I want to hear you play something on your banjo."
"Ok!" she smiled happily picking up her instrument and positioning it on her lap.
She played a little diddy, nothing too fancy. But while she was playing, Noodle noticed a tattoo on her right hand, a raven, but she didn't make too much of it except that see looked a little young to have ink.
"You play vary well for your age." Noodle praised Patches.
"I'm 17." Patches replayed with a playful giggle.
"Oh!" Noodle was shocked by this information, "sorry."
"It's ok, that happens a lot to me."
2-D walked in with the toads in a hole on the same plate.
"Patch Kit! Was that you playing?" The singer questioned.
"Yep!" She replayed.
2-D sat on the couch with the other two and handed noodle the plate. Noodle ate her's first then handed the plate to Patch Kit.
"Patches, did you even have time taste that?" Noodle asked her.
"I guess I was still hungry."
"Have you been skipping meals? You're such a tiny thing you got to eat!" Patches could hear the concern in 2-D's voice.
"When's the last time you ate?" Noodle questioned the little banjo player.
"3 days ago." She replyed, holding her banjo and repositioning her fingers while looking down at them.
2-D gaped in shock, "3 days! Are you ok!?"
"It's nothing, I don't want to talk abut it right now I'd rather play my banjo with Noodle."
"Ok..." she said a bit weary. "You want to duel?"
"Yes! It's time to du-du-du-duel!"
Noodle burst out lathing with her guitar shaking on her knee. The two girls giggled while 2-D felt left out not understanding the joke. But being outside of the loop was something he had come accustom to. Noodle started of playing a slow tune and Patches followed the best she could. Thay slowly became faster and louder. Loud enough to wake Russel on the roof. 2-D closed his eyes and layed back in his seat listening closely to their toon. Even though Patches was a sucky musician, they where having so much fun and making so much noise they didn't even notice the sound of the front door opening or the grinding of the old stair lift.
"Who the hell is playing that bloody banjo!" A gruff voice broke thew the music. "It aint helping my hangover one little bit!"
Every one spun around to see Murdoc standing in the doorway to the sitting room. Apache shot up dropping her banjo to the floor with a clang. She then jumped, not ran, jumped across the room. Her cheap shades fell from her face before she landed on the surprised satanist in an attack hug. 2-D and Noodle thought she was going to beat the ** out of him to get whatever it was he owed her. To thier surprise instead she was hugging him.
"DADDY!" She squeaked while almost choking him in her death grip.
Noodle and 2-D couldn't believe what they had just heard and nether could Murdoc.
"What?!" The satanist screamed still trying to figure out what the hell was going on. "Who are you!? I don't even know you!? Now get off me you crazy fan girl! You're crushing my throat!"
At this statement she let go immediately.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my house!?"
"My name is Apache Stray Kit daughter of Katelyn Kit and you are my father!" She said happily flashing her whit fangs.
"No I'm not! Your just some stupid fan!" He howled out with a scowl on his face. "Show me one sole piece of evidence you are my flesh and blood!"
"Ok!" she chimed looking up into her father's eyes.
There was a moment of deadly silence in the room as there eyes locked.
Noodle and 2-D couldn't see Patche's face, but they could Murdoc's and how it transformed from anger to pure shock.
"OH SWEET SATAN HOW CAN THIS BE!" Murdoc spun around digging his nails into his scalp cursing and howling all the while.
The other two on the sofa didn't understand what had just happened until Patches turned around to look at them. 2-D's eyes turned white with shock! Noodle's mouth hung open in astonishment. Patches eyes wear like those of a goat's but that wasn't the part that made their mouths go dry and speechless! Her eyes wear miss matched one black and the other red, JUST LIKE MURDOC! 2-D and Noodle looked at each other slowly with the same thought in their heads. "Mother of God! Murdoc's a dad?!"