Second Chapter. I've been feeling depressed, so this is gunna match my mood. Please don't get family love confused for the other kind.

I don't own Gorillaz.

Chapter 2: Shamisen Sweetheart

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2D traced his fingers against Noodle's old radio helmet. He sat indian-style in her room, sighing occasionally. The tears were dried up. He studied the stickers it had acquired since she was ten, and a ghost of a smile danced on his lips. Her Japanese style clearly showed in her tastes. The singer sighed once more, placed the helmet on her bed, and left. Nobody ever went into Noodle's room since the accident except for him. Even the demons left it alone.

2D padded silently to his room, memories of the guitarist filling his normally empty head. The Winnebago was silent, but the light was on. The singer could see the bassist's shadow in the window as he entered his room. He high-stepped over the junk that littered his floor, and plopped onto his bed. The singer's spidery fingers traced the fabric, and he sighed, grabbing his painkillers. They were his escape, if only for a little while. Dry swallowing two, he lay on his bed, letting his mind run free. Free from Kong, Murdoc, and Noodle.

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Murdoc threw the empty beer bottle across the Winnebago, startling Cortez. The bird squacked, then flew to perch on the ratty old chair. The bassist grabbed his greasy black hair. His black heart was melting at the thought of his guitarist, and he wanted more and more to go find her. Damn those fatherly instincts. He lit a Lucky Lung, taking a deep drag. He missed her terribly, and regret haunted him each and every moment. At least that creepy hippy Jimmy Manson wasn't stalking them anymore.

Murdoc sighed, slamming his fist on the rickety table. Dust flew up, making him cough. He swore, sneezing. The song played over and over in his head, making him feel more and more depressed. "Damn it all." he growled, twirling his inverted cross in a very un-Murdoc like fashion. The bassist stood up, his mind made. He snuffed the fag and rummaged through his closet, punching the shark in the face on his way out. Murdoc switched his Cuban Heels for combat boots, and his dirty grey sweater for a clean grey sweater. By the time he finished his wardrobe change, he looked like he was going into war. "Time to play." he growled, kicking the Winnebago door open.

Murdoc stomped to 2D's room, and kicked that door open as well. The singer woke with a start, looking aorund his room like a nervous mouse. "Get dressed." the bassist comanded, throwing a pair of boots at him. He smiled at the confused look that the singer was giving him, and shrugged. "We're gunna go find Noodle." A grin broke out on the singer's face, and he jumped up. "Yes sir!" Murdoc nodded, then about-faced to go wake the drummer. He only got as far as the lift before Russel got off, already dressed. Upon seeing the bassist's confused look, he shrugged. "I was either gunna go with D, or drag your cracka ass with me." Murdoc grinned, patting the drummer's chest. "We're gunna go get the princess."

A/N: I still feel bad, but I like this story. I think it'll end up good. :-) Seriously, go to Deviant Art and look up the picture "Shamisen Sweetheart" by lil-fox. It'll blow your mind.