YES I DID EET. Took forever, I wanted it to be just right, but I'm thinking it's kinda lame now..oh well, I'm writing this fanfic for the fun of it, not really for recognition or anything.
This chappy is dedicated to D.D.Darkwriter , thank you for getting me back on track :D and thank you all for leaving a review! It really helps me, so again thanks :)...heh..little warning too, not for young eyes 8D, but it isn't THAT bad so no worries.
btw..THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER 8D, THERE IS MORE TO COME
Murdoc walks by me in the kitchen. Ignored.
Murdoc walks by me when I'm watchi'n te'h tellie. He Doesn't know I exist.
Murdoc and the rest practicing. Leaves s' fast I can't even say hi.
2D figured by now that ever since the invasion of Noodle's feminine products, he had added to the emotional distance between him and his best mate. Why would Murdoc want to get caught up with a pink dress-wearing- sex-dancer, anyway? He wouldn't. Especially the fact being it was his own singer...in his band.
The naive blue-haired singer went to high scales of futile babbling to grasp Murdoc's attention; from exclaiming to the Satanist, 'O' ME GAWD, IT'S MICHAEL JACKSON,' to, 'Mud's, how do t'ey put te'h cream filling in these tings?' And, of course, failing miserably before even taking a breathe in Murdoc's path.
This time, 2D was sure he was going to get the attention he hungered for so long.
He sat on the living room couch slumped foward with his nose pointed to the stained carpet, head hanging low with his blue spiked hair dangling down on his face. He wove his fingers together and his thumbs fiddled nervously. The curves of his lips rid low in a long frown.
He waited.
Murdoc entered the room, shirtless with only his jeans on, as usual. In his hands, he held a pizza box dotted with grease stains with 'Pappa John's' printed in bold red letters across the pizza lid. His dry eyes stared coldly at the saddened figure before him. Murdoc grunted as he sat himself on the other end of the sofa from 2D, still holding the box. He mumbled to himself and looked up to the singer, eyes narrowed. The blue-haired man began to whimper and drew in quick sniffles. 2D rolled his head slowly to Murdoc until he made eye contact, and drew his head back down shyly, and cried. Murdoc continued to stare with hateful eyes. The singer fixed his glazed eyes back to the Satanist without turning his head. He closed them tightly, drawing in quick breathes through his tears. The singer began to open his mouth as if he were trying to speak, but only managed more tears.
"O-oh, M-MMurdoc," the blue-haired singer breathed, "I-I have s-s-something to-to tell you.."
Murdoc didn't ease his cold-hearted stare as he watched 2D crumble.
"I-I," 2D paused.
"I-I'M PREGNANT!" 2D shot up, arms aligned horizontally and turned to Murdoc, exposing a large belly that was already stretching his shirt.
Murdoc stared the same way as before. Hatefully.
The singer stared at the Satanist. Eyes wide. Arms still in the stagnant, thick air.
2D's belly began to slide from under his shirt, and bounced to the floor and rolled to Murdoc's boot. He looked distastefully at the orange basketball and narrowed his eyes back to the singer.
The naive singer looked at Murdoc, then to the basketball, then back at Murdoc. He paused.
"IT'SA GIRL!"
One corner of 2D's mouth stretched to his ear sheepishly. As his chuckling died down from Murdoc's painful stare, he slumped down on the couch with a 'thump' and wove his fingers together. His blue, spikey, mop-top shimmered under the dim light as 2D laid his eyes on the floor.
After a few long moments, Murdoc slid the pizza box across the coffee table. "Russ got us some grub 'fore he left," he said with his charcoal rough voice. 2D looked up at Murdoc with curious eyes and turned to face the pizza box. He smiled childishly and opened the box, only to find one slice of pepperoni with a rather large bite mark. He frowned at the violated slice and turned his disappointment to Murdoc.
"By the way, fat ass already had his share," Murdoc laughed as he lit his cigarette that lay pierced between his stained teeth.
2D's mouth straightened, "Oi, s' not nice to call Russ that Muds."
Murdoc grunted at 2D's defense, " 'E is, 'sides, you dun' eat much anyway, you anorexic girl." 2D pursed his lips and looked to the floor. It had been so long since Murdoc had called him anything, even spoke to him. He looked up innocently at Murdoc then back to the pizza box. A long silence lay thick between them, but for once, it wasn't awkward. It was comforting.
Before Murdoc had finished a third of his cigarette, 2D piped, "Muds, wanna play a vi'eo game wit me?"
Murdoc looked up slowly at the innocent singer and grunted as he scratched his back, "Fine, fine, whate'er," he muttered. 2D smiled from ear to ear. He shot up and bounced to the tv, opening the disc drive of the PS2 and fed it a cd. 2D grabbed two controllers and set one in Murdoc's hands and held the other eagerly as he plopped back happily on the couch. 2D, still wearing his long smile, watched the screen of the television with attentive eyes. Murdoc slumped over and rested his elbows on his lap and held his controller carelessly. As the screen lit up to the start menu, 2D pushed the start button. A menu of fighters appeared on the screen. 2D scrolled to a robust woman who wore revealing clothing and quickly pushed the accept button.
"Oi, Faceache why did you have ta' take the best one?" Murdoc moaned.
"The early monkey gets the banana," 2D answered confidently. Murdoc sighed. He reluctantly chose a different female character that didn't appear as sensual. "You're so gonna lose!" 2D exclaimed as the screen began to load their battle arena. Murdoc growled and gripped harder on to his controller.
READY
SET
GO!
The two began to manipulate their characters into fancy kicks and punches, causing the other to fall and lose health points. Faint screams and shouts were produced from the low quality speakers as 2D's fighter pummeled Murdoc's samurai. Murdoc growled as he watched his fighter fall shamefully to the floor, covered in poorly drawn blood. 2D's character hopped in the air victoriously with 'WINNER' printed in bright green covering the screen.
Time ticked away quickly, sweat broke out, and tension grew high. Murdoc roared and stood up abruptly, throwing his controller to the floor in frustration as he watched the number of 2D's wins move to twenty-three and his own score stay the same. Zip.
"DAMMIT DULLARD WHY'D YOU HAVE TO KEEP CHEATING LIKE THAT? YOU DUMBASS!" Murdoc stared knives at 2D. The blue-haired singer, for once in his life, did not cower. "I DIDN' CHEAT! Y-YOU'RE JUS' A SORE LOSER WHO CAN'T ACCEPT THAT YOU LOST A STUPID GAME!"
"MAYBE SO FACEACHE, BUT SOMEONE ELSE HERE WON'T ACCEPT THAT E'S THE REAL LOSER!"
"I'M NO LOSER!"
"YES YOU ARE! LOOK AT YOU! YOU'VE GOT TWO DENTS IN YOU'RE 'EAD, THE GIRLS DUN' LIKE YOU AND YOU'RE JUST A FIVE-YEAR OLD IN AN ADULT'S BODY!"
"AT LEAST I DON'T JUST WALK AROUND IN A LEOPARD THONG AND FLIRT WITH THE HOSTESS OF SOME MTV SHOW!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP DULLARD, NO BODY LIKES YOU! I HATE YOU MORE THAN MY ALLOWANCE OF BOOZ EVERY HOUR! NO ONE COULD LOVE AN IDIOT LIKE YOU!"
Murdoc's breathing resembled that of a rabid dog. He stood hunched, hands tight in fists, ready for impact. 2D stood across from the Satanist, his glazed midnight eyes narrowed. He could feel his anger burn in his heart and melt his chest. The minutes dragged like hours.
They stared each other down as if they're eyes were long lost enemies with a destiny to destroy the other. After staring into 2D's empty eyes for long enough, Murdoc's infamous stare relaxed into an expression of guilt. As 2D watched Murdoc's muscles ease, his fury began to evaporate and his angry glare began to fade back into the familiar eyes Murdoc came to know all these years.
The two band members charged at each other frantically, with Murdoc wrapping his arms around the blue-haired angel, locking his rough lips with the soft angel's. Murdoc's tongue slipped between 2D's warm inner lips, asking for permission to enter. The blue-haired man happily welcomed him. Their tongues slithered along their partner's damp cavern as they lapped at each other's mouth. 2D aggressively pressed the back of Murdoc's head, forcing the Satanist to open wide into his partner's mouth. 2D moaned wildly in satisfaction as Murdoc teased his tongue and felt his slender back up and down. Their groans vibrated in their mouths as the two continued to smother each other aggressively, knocking over the wooden coffee table as they stammered to reach the couch and fell with a loud thump with Murdoc square on top of 2D. The two groaned sensually as they broke from the kiss every few seconds and drew in quick breathes. Murdoc peeled the singer's shirt from his frail body and lapped at his belly down to his hip bones. 2D squealed and scrunched his face, but once Murdoc had finished 2D's face eased and looked dreamily back into the bassist's mismatched eyes.
Murdoc's crow-black ends of his hair dripped with sweet sweat as he lay on the couch, catching his breath, arms wrapped around his sweat spattered angel. 2D lay panting into Murdoc's chest with pupiless eyes half closed. 2D's eyes closed slowly as he stretched an arm around Murdoc's waist.
Murdoc's mouth stretched down and curled uneasily as he closed his eyes.
"Love you, bugger."
A little smile played along the singer's lips.
They stayed there all night, asleep in each other's arms until sunlight broke through the bleak windows of Kong Studios.
Again, lame..I'm over it.
THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER 8D, THERE IS MORE TO COME