Say hello to the person who has risen from the dead! Who's happy? *crickets* -_- Hope I hear a different reaction in the reviews. If they are good, I will work at another part for this! Fair enough? Enjoy! Also, tell me if you don't like the way this is going. That would be kind. :)

Gorillaz Fan Fiction 2
Chapter 3: Family Ties

Still grumbling, Murdoc led his family to their rooms, followed by Russel. Russel was still trying to wrap his head around what Murdoc said. He knew Muds was abused at home, and that his brother was responsible for two of his nasal injuries. But it's all in the past now, isn't it? You get over that kind of stuff. Family is family, even if they're not blood relation, which Murdoc hasn't failed to insist several times.
"We're almost there, Hannibal," grumbled Murdoc.
"Right, right, thanks for letting us stay 'ere, Murdoc," smiled Hannibal, but Murdoc immediately recognized it as one of his signature fake ones, "Maybe Dad shouldn't have regretted keeping yew..."
"Keep your damn mouth shut, or I can kick yew out as soon as I brought yew in, ya bastard!" yelled Murdoc, then stormed off to the lift to go to his Winnebago. He needed some alone time.
"Huh, never did like that drunkard being mentioned, he did," shrugged Hannibal, and turned to Russel. "I don't suppose yew could pick up where my brother left off, could yew?"
"No problem," Russel brought himself to smile at all the Niccals, which Hannibal returned, but Jewel kept a firm scowl on her face. Matthew looked like his mind was on other things.
"Here's your room, Hannibal," Russel pointed to the room next to his, "and that one's for Matthew," he pointed to the room next to Noodle's, "and that one's for Jewel."
"Thanks, Russel. Figures you'd be a lot more hospitable than my brother." laughed Hannibal, then went into his room. Matthew shortly followed suit, but Jewel just stayed there, scowling at the wall.
"Can I help you with something?" asked Russel, trying to be nice.
"Yeh, yew can sod off," she snapped, then went into her room, slamming the door on her way. Russel sighed. He was getting that old itch he got when he felt like there would be trouble. He went to talk to Murdoc, still not believing what he said, but was starting to warm up to the idea.

Matthew opened the door, looked both ways down the hallway, and knocked on the door next to his. Noodle opened it and popped her head out.
"Halo!" she smiled.
"Ello." Matthew flipped his hair back, trying to seem cool. He had a lingering British accent, much like his sister's and father's.
"My name is Noo-dle!" she said, forming the words with a bit more difficulty than fluent English speakers.
"I'm Matthew, but yew can call me," he paused to flip his hair, "Matt."
"Matt-san!" she said, smiling at him, her emotion never breaking. She then skipped into her room, and beckoned Matt to follow her. She jumped onto her bed, and, with some difficulty, said "This is my room!"
"Yeh, huh, there's a sign on the door," Matt laughed. Noodle began laughing too. The guitarist didn't know what to make of this new boy. He was nearer to her age than anyone else she's ever met.
"So, are yew Japanese or sumthin?" he asked, looking around the room, taking in every single detail.
"Hai!" she said, after thinking it over a bit.
"Yeh, I thought so..." he mumbled, after observing the Japanese writing on a poster. "So you're not Uncle Murdoc's kid?"
"Murdoc-san!" she cried gleefully.
"Yeh, Murdoc, are yew his daugher? You guys realted or wot?" he repeated, a hint of aggravation lingering in his voice.
"2D says Murdoc-san a drunkard." smiled Noodle proudly.
"Oy, he did, did 'e?" said Murdoc, just coming to check up on the guitarist, nearly making Matt jump. "Little faceache should know his place."
"Faceache!" she cried gleefully. It was a word at this point that she was quite familiar with, and proud of it. Since it was so used so much around Kong, she expected it to have a great meaning.
"Wait, so yew wanna know if Noodle's mine?" Murdoc turned to his nephew.
"Yeh, is she?" he asked, recovering from the slight shock and embarrassment he felt from being caught in a young girl's room.
"No, she came in a FedEx crate, as I said before," he muttered, staring crossly at the floor, like he was set on burning his way right to hell. Not like they necessarily needed another hellhole in this place.
"Oh." A spark of happiness flitted across his eyes, but not a good happiness, to describe it farther. It was a bit sinister. It made Murdoc's eyes shoot up from the floor, grab his shirt neck, and pull him to his eye level. Noodle looked on with a sudden horror on her face.
"Wot are yew thinkin of, yew little brat?" Murdoc hissed in his face, remembering that everyone else in this household was sleeping.
"Wot? Nothing! Put me down!" Matt squealed, squirming around, but Murdoc held firm. All his fist fights with his brother had caused him to be a lot more strong than he looks.
"I know that tone. If yew dare even think of Noodle the wrong way, I will personally kick yew and your good-for-nothing family out." he whispered so close to his face that Matt could smell the stale alcohol lurking in his breath.
"Wot? No, she looks, like, only eight!" he said, still trying to fight his way out.
"She's eleven, ya twit!" the bass player snapped.
"Oh..." the boy couldn't keep a brief smile off his face.
"You're sick," Murdoc dropped the boy on the ground and walked out the door.
"Must run in the family!" he called after him.
Murdoc just growled a little and left to his room, Noodle looking after him in a terrified glance.
"Geez, he's quite the hot head, ain't he?" Matt smiled at Noodle.
"TOOTIE!" she cried, and ran out of the room and directly into the vocalist's. Matt sighed. This was going to be harder than he thought it would be.

TO BE CONTINUED