AN: Alrighty, chapter seven! So I got asked about the rating and whatnot. It's rated 'M' because of Murdoc's 'rough'language. . . no romance. I know last chapter was kind of fluffy, but I didn't mean for it to be. You can think of it however you'd like, though. . . well, it doesn't matter as long as it's funny. Oh, and this chapter is kind of fillerish. The plot does go back on track, though.

"Ohayou, 2D-kun!"

"EEEEEEK!"

"Shut yer fucking trap, numb-nuts!"

"Murdoc-sama?"

"EEEEEEEEK!"

"Tha's it!"

"SILENCE!" Finally came the booming voice of the band's drummer. The poor man had gotten up a half hour before the others, smiling as he poured himself coffee and prepared a gourmet omelet in the silence of the early morning. No one in the studio ever got up this early besides him (and sometimes Noodle, but she always stayed in her room to meditate), and it was this precious time he took to get lost in his thoughts and indulge in the peace of the world around him.

Unfortunately, this peace and quiet was disturbed much too early for Russel. The disruption came in the form of a bubbly Noodle, a shrieking 2D, and pissed off Murdoc.

Russel had flung down his coffee mug and stood up, kicking his chair back with unexpected force as soon as he had silenced the rest of the band. He stomped off the find the source of this wickedness, and found the rest of the

band had slipped into their typical morning routine.

Murdoc was standing besides Noodle, who had her new pet hamster sitting atop her head, nibbling playfully at her hair. 2D was paler than usual, looking terrified as he stared at Noodle's head, standing (or rather frozen in fear) across from Murdoc. Murdoc was growling at both Russel and 2D, half dressed and obviously upset.

Russel turned his hateful gaze on Noodle, but softened it when he realized he was scaring her half to death with his glaring.

Sighing, Russel slapped his forehead and said, "A'ight. Would somebody please explain what the hell is going on?"

2D spoke first, "Well, I was comin' down to check on Noods, and she comes outta her room whens I knock, an' she's got this big rat on 'er head." 2D looked nervously at the creature perched on top of the young girl's head.

"Noodle?" She asked softly, reaching up to snatch the lump of fur from off of her head, and offered it to 2D, who screamed and backed away until she drew back from him.

Then Murdoc grumbled, "Tha' ain't no rat, you nitwit. Tha's a fucking hamster. A pet hamster."

Russel sighed again, "Where did she get a hamster?"

"I gave it to her."

Russel cocked a brow, "You did?"

"Yes, I fucking did!" Murdoc yelled, throwing his hands up in the air. "Is tha' a crime now?!"

Russel shook his head. "Naw, naw. I just- never mind man,"

Murdoc swore under his breath and looked away. Suddenly Russel asked, "Where's your inverted-cross, man?"

"Tha' fucking bitch stole it," he mumbled, and when Russel and 2D gave him a confused look, and glanced at Noodle a few times, he sighed and said, "Not Noodle, you half-wits. I had this woman over, last night, I was wearing it before I fell asleep. . . woke up this mornin' and both my anti-crucifix and the bitch were gone."

Russel sighed, "Whatever. Get a new one. Wasn't that thing, like, 98 percent rubber anyway?"

"It was the 2 percent lead that counted, mate," Murdoc couldn't help but chuckle.

"What're you laughin' for?" 2D asked, frowning.

"Nothin', I just guess that we're gonna have to get used to these kinds of mornings now tha' we've got Noodle with us."

"Noodle!" Noodle yelled, smiling as she did so. She gave her hamster a pat on the head and said, "Ayame."

"Wot?" 2D asked, looking confused.

"Ayame. Noodle. Murdoc-sama," she tried, but sighed when she only received puzzled looks. She walked over to Murdoc, and handed him the hamster.

"Wot, my gifts aren't good enough for ya?" He asked, frowning.

Noodle then backed away from Murdoc, then skipped up to him and took. She then hugged him, and said, "Tank you, Murdoc-sama!"

"Did she just speak english?" Russel asked.

"Uh, yeah. She did yesterday too. I kinda didn't notice," Murdoc said, thoughtfully giving his head a bit of a scratch.

Noodle cleared her throat loudly, with a frustrated look. Once they had all turned their attention back to her once again, she pointed to Murdoc.

"Murdoc-sama," And then to 2D and Russel, "2D-kun, Russel-san."

And finally to herself and her hamster.

"Noodle. Ayame-kun."

"Oh! The rat's name's A Name!" 2D said, beaming with understanding.

"Ayame."

"Oh. I Am Aye."

Noodle just shook her head and went back into her room.

Murdoc grumbled about his inverted-cross and walked out to the carpark, and 2D sailed off to the TV room whistling some pop song, leaving Russel alone again.

He sighed and went back to his meal.

"Dammit. My omelet's cold."

-x-

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

"Ano, Murdoc-sama? What are you, ah, do. . .ing?" Noodle asked, cradling one of her plushies, this one in the shape of a rabbit with large button eyes, 2D had given it too her.

"Wot? Oh, erm, yeah, I'm . . . I'm cutting an onion, Noodle-girl. Care fer a slice?"

In the kitchen, Murdoc held a large axe, raised far above his head, ready to slam it down into one of the three onions he had lined up on the table. He was obviously trying his hardest not cry.

"Ah, no tank you, Murdoc-sama. Good, uh, luck." Noodle smiled. It had been two months since she had been in Kong, and english was starting to flow into her young mind. It took some practice to polish off the basics, (and it didn't help that 2D was teaching her, with all that improper grammar) and eventually she began to start learning the harder phrases like, "Would you care to feast on the bowels of our common enemy?"

Noodle took a seat on top of one the stools set around the table, gazing up at Murdoc in an eerie sort of way as he swung his axe back and forth, reducing the onions to clear, thin slices.

Murdoc glanced up from his work and at the tiny Japanese girl when he suddenly realized he'd been neglecting to do something for quite a while.

"Noodle, love?"

"Yes, Murdoc-sama?"

"I can't see your eyes."

Noodle frowned, and tilted her head, causing all her bluish-black hair to fall over to one side.

"What do you mean, Murdoc-sama?"

"Er, well, you know, your hair's in the way. I need to cut it."

A look of devastation had formed over her face, or rather, what you could see of it.

Like Murdoc's hair, it grew smoothly in the front, and if it wasn't trimmed, it would creep down and over her eyes, resting at the crest of her nose. In the back, like 2D's hair, plenty of cow-licks could be seen. It was a mess. Russel had even told Murdoc the night before to have her hair cut, or else his nose would suddenly look a little more contorted.

Noodle gave an offended whimper, "I am fiiine Murdoc-sama! My hair is good, please don't cut!" She gave her bottom lip a bit of a pout.

Murdoc wasn't put off easily, "No, Noods. I'm cutting it. Stand still. . ." Murdoc lifted the axe above his head as Noodle shrieked in horror.

"AIIIIEEEK!" As the axe came down, Noodle literally flipped out of her chair and across the kitchen table, knocking over an arrangement of beer cans and onion peels as she did so. Shrieking, the young girl barreled out of the room and into the car-park, completely forgetting about her acute fear of the dark.

Running blindly, she felt her way around the room until her fingers traced across the cool metal of a door handle.

Taking in a deep breath of relief, she slammed her fists on the door.

"TWO-DEEEE! MURDOC IS TRYING TO KILL ME! OPEN THE DOOOOOR!"

Unfortunately for her, Stu-pot was occupying stall number two of the necessary during her time of need.

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AN: Chapter eight coming up soon. . . give me some feedback in the meantime.