WHATS UP EVERYONE! Freedragon, reporting in! Sorry for the long wait, I just finished my midterms (YAY!) not long ago, so I wasn't able to wright much, but now I'm BACK! Alright, so Just before we start up the story, Two things must be done: First I must inform you I have updated my profile, in it I have included an important notice that WILL affect the outcome of this story, depending on the feedback from YOU guys, so Please check it out. The info will be under the "Heads up!" Section. Now, lets address some comments from my awesome readers (that is to say, you guys! =). )
First up, I will answer my awesome Anonymous Reader: Oh, don't worry about it. There will be mythical creatures and revelations about all the band members, including 2D. However, I needed to introduce some of the antagonists that were related to Murdoc's shady deals to make future chapters more interesting. I don't blame you for not liking OC's, seeing as they are not part of the official story line after all. But don't worry too much, this will get interesting. As for the Naruto cross over with Gorillaz, you'll see how things turn out. We all know how the band members behave, and we know that Murdoc doesn't take shit from anyone, so it could be interesting don't you think? ;)
A little warning Here: I have had some private requests for adding a it more… SPICE to the accidents between 2D and the girls from a few people, so I have decided to comply after some deliberation. I will warn you people, that things will get somewhat more mature. No lemons, don't worry about that, but there Will be some exposure and partial nudity. If anyone has a problem with this send me a message or say so in the reviews and I'll judge whether I should or should not continue with this approach.
So, with that out of the way, Lets continue with the story!
Chapter 12: Celebration
Russel
Beep! Beep! Beep! Bee-!
Click!
Russel's large finger hit the snooze button on the alarm clock that sat on his nightstand lazily. Slowly the eight an a half foot tall man turned on his side and sat up on his bed, which moaned and gave a few quiet creaking noises as if complaining about the shift of his massive weight. Not that he could blame the bed. If it had been alive and Russel had been in its place, he probably would have groaned too. He stopped at that thought.
-What the hell am I thinking about?-
He heaved himself of his bed with a small groan as a few cricks and cracks were heard from the joints of his arms and a few bones in his back realigned themselves into proper position. Grunting in satisfaction, he looked at his calendar hanging.
-October 13, eh? Noodle's birthday will be soon then.- Russel thought vaguely, before his mind aught up with what it had just thought. A hundred alarm clocks could not have created a better wake up call. He literally jumped and reached the ten-foot mark with his head. – HOLLY CRAP! Noodle is turning 20 soon!-
Without skipping a beat, he sprinted to the washroom of his bedroom, already making plans in his head about Noodle's Birthday.
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2D
2D lay in the bed of his underwater room, with an unusually pleased smile plastered his face as he rested under covers of his bed. Usually, he would have, as a general rule, a frown on his face, or a look that was either neutral or borderline comatose. Perhaps this was the case due to the fact that previously, when he was still in mainland, he had indulged himself in his pain killer pills, or perhaps it was because he would often remember pains or tortures from his life in his dreams, or maybe he just wasn't prone to be expressive in his sleep. In any case, most people that knew him would agree that he was quite unexpressive during the time he slept.
This had become even more marked after he was forced to go to Plastic Beach, the reason was likely the fact that he wasn't comfortable in a cold, dark room under several dozens of meters underwater, or maybe it was the fact that he had fallen into Murdoc's clutches once more that hunted him even in his sleep. Most likely, it was a combination of both, with the added fact that his worst nightmare had been somehow bribed by Murdoc to be circling around his room and watch his movements.
So why, you may ask, would he smile now?
The answer is fairly simple. He was warm. It was that little and seemingly insignificant fact that caused him to smile. Usually, that wouldn't be enough. A little warmth didn't make his fear of whales any less real, nor the fact that a huge whale was circling his bedroom constantly. It also wouldn't change the fact that he was still more than fifty meters under water, protected only by walls of compact metal, debris, and trash that were held together by a mix of oil, glue, silicone, and only God knows what else. Even a child could tell you that the sturdiness of the structure of such a place was uncertain at best and unpredictable at worst.
And yet, this warmth that he felt was all it took for him to smile a relaxed and pleased smile. The warmth that he felt upon either side of him was all he needed to smile at the moment.
Ever so slowly he began to come into consciousness, blissfully unaware of his surroundings, for a change. It was a nice change. For once in a very long time his senses where not tense. For once, he didn't have to guard himself even during his sleep. Like the sweet and fresh breeze that came after a heavy downpour of rain, it refreshed him. It was not just warm; it was a comforting feeling as well. Something he had been severely lacking for… how long now? Four years? More? Ever since he had been brought to Plastic Beach? No, even longer… ever since Noodle disappeared five years ago. Been forcibly brought to Plastic Beach had only made it worse.
In any case, it was something he welcomed with open arms, or would have, had he been conscious enough to do it.
Which would happen soon, seeing as the light of day was filtering itself through the ocean water, all the way down to the one small window in 2D's room, and sneaking its way through the small gap between the drawn curtains to land on his face.
"Mmhmmm…." 2D half mumbled half sighed as the light brought him gently out of his slumber. Crinkling his nose slightly at the disturbance of his sleep, he turned his head to his left in an instinctual attempt to block some of the light reaching his face, only for his nose and lips to be buried in a silky web of what felt like strands of fine thread.
-Smells nice….- He idly thought somewhere in the recesses of his still slumbering mind, but the thread tickled his nose and pulled him slightly more towards consciousness. Squeezing his eyes slightly tighter, and wrinkling his nose, made a move to try to scratch the side of his nose with his right hand.
Except he couldn't.
His right arm was being pinned down by something. Something soft and warm. Somewhere in his slowly waking and yet slumbering mind, he found it slightly odd that he should not be able to move his hand. And that, yet again, yanked him a little closer to wakefulness. He tried to move his left arm.
Once more he felt the odd sensation of his arm being pinned down by some thing soft and warm. It was a nice feeling really. Whatever was holding him down was warm and soft, somehow comforting even. He was very faintly aware that he let scape a small pleased sigh from his lips, which slightly ruffled the silky threads that pressed themselves gently against his nose and lips, tickling him a bit more. But in the depths of his now awaking and groggy mind, he couldn't help wondering why his arms were pinned.
This, combined with the tickling at his nose and lip, and the light of the new day (which refused to be ignored as it continued to assault his eyelids) brought him into semi-consciousness, just enough so that he could form simple coherent thoughts and some degree of rational thought process.
-Mmmhmm...itchy…-
Once again 2D attempted to scratch the side of his nose with his right hand, only to once again feel the warm and soft object pinning down his arm.
-Hmm?... wazzat…?-
Idly curious, but refusing to open his eyes, 2D turned his semi-focused mind's attention towards the object pinning down his right arm. He slowly began to notice that the object, whatever it was, was not only keeping his arm warm, but rather it was keeping his whole right side warm. There was some part of the object wrapped around his arm, which he found distinctly pleasing, in particular the part of his upper arm where the object began to wrap itself around his arm, where the object seemed to envelop him more fully in its embrace. The main body of the object seemed to be laying partially on top of him, in particular the lower part of it, which seemed to wrap its self around his right leg.
For a couple of seconds, 2D's mind tried to work out what the object was, before he gave up and decided t hat it just would be easier to lift his other arm and scratch his itchy nose, rather than trying to figure out what the object was.
Yet again the he felt a similar object pinning his left arm down. Frowning slightly, 2D tried to figure out what the object was again. This other object was also wrapped around his arm, but it seemed to be pressed against his whole left side, making contact with the side of his ribs all the way down to just above his left knee. This time, however, he noticed a couple of lumps pressed against his arm.
Frowning again, 2D finally gave up and decided that he might as well take a look at what was barring his arms from dong their duty and scratching his itchy nose. It was a very important task after all, and his itchy nose would not be so easily ignored.
Cracking one eye open just a bit, he tried to look around him, only seeing blurry colors and bright light until his eyes adjusted to the light. It only to a couple of seconds, but what he saw distinctly puzzled him.
Purple. Lots and lots of purple, with a few strands of blue here and there.
That was all that was in his field of view. A second later he realized the purple was actually the strands of string that had been tickling his nose, and that the blue was just bits and little bunches of his own hair getting in the way of his field of vision. Satisfied with his inspection for the moment, he began to close his eyes, when a thought suddenly hit him
-Wait a minute! I don't HAVE a ball of silky purple string!-
That waked him up faster and more completely than even Murdoc could have ever done, even if he had had a blow-horn.
Instantly 2D's eyes snapped open, and took in everything in front of him again. That wasn't string, that was hair! But…the only people that had natural purple hair were Cyborg and Noodle! And judging by the bright purple tinge, it was most likely staring at the back of Cyborg's head. Panic was begging to rise in him, and he quickly turned his head towards his chest, were the other source of warmth was located.
Purple. Again he was met with a mass of silky purple hair, only that, this time, it had a slightly more blue-ish tinge to it. If that hadn't given it away that he was staring at Noodle, the fact that her face was tilted towards his, revealing a somewhat bruised eye and a slightly open mouth made sure he knew he was looking at Noodle.
At that point his brain went into over drive.
Little flashes of memories kept flying through his head about yesterday as he searched his mind in panic for a reason for his situation. In particular, the a little fragment of memory in which he recalled Noodle excusing herself and Cyborg from dinner, saying that the two of them needed to talk, telling 2D not to worry before departing to talk with cyborg. However, the memory only lasted a brief moment before it was gone in his mind and replaced with more frantic thoughts.
-Whats going on here? Why are the sleeping with me? Why are they clinging on to me? What happened last night? How am I going to get out of here without being killed by them? How am I going to get out of this one without being killed by Murdoc and Russel! What am I going to do, what am I going to do, What Am I Going To DO!-
After a brief moment of internal hysteria at the thought of Russel and Murdoc walking in at the moment and seeing him sleeping not only with Cyborg, but also with Noodle, and what they would do to him, 2D managed to calm down and slow his breathing as to not wake up the two young women that lay by him and on him. Taking a slow and deep breath, 2D began to reassess the situation.
-Calm down, Calm down. Alright, I need to get out of here with out them noticing, how do I do that? Hmmm….. What would Russel say to do in a time like this….?-
2D slowly conjured up an image of Russel, sitting in a fancy ebony table and wearing a top hat and a monocle while drinking tea out of an expensive china teacup, in his mind.
-"Well, one is faced with a problem that is unconventional and complicated it, one must dissect the situation accurately, gathering as much information as possible before passing judgment on the matter and then addressing it accordingly." The Russel in 2D's mind said as if it was the most natural thing in the world as he sipped his tea.
-"Er…. Wha? I didn't get all that… Say it In English please?" 2D asked to his conjured up Image of Russel, unaware of how awkward it would seem to anyone else that he couldn't understand his own mental illusion.-
- The imaginary Russel sighed, put his tea down, and took out a handkerchief and proceeded to polish his monocle as he began to re-explain what he had just said.
" Look, its like this D. When you have weird and complicated problems, all you gotta do is try to examine the situation, and by that I mean that you have to pick it apart if so that you can understand it, and get all the facts and information you can by doing this. Then you just have to use what you learned to get out of the problem. Not that difficult, right D?"-
-"Er… I guess." 2D said somewhat uncertainly. He had understood what the illusionary Russel had said this time, but it sounded like it wasn't going to be easy.-
-"Good." The mental Russel nodded sagely before putting his monocle back on his eye. "So, start examining the situation, see how they are pinning you down and all that, then move a bit here and there, see how they react, and then get out using the information that you gathered.-
And with that, 2D dispelled his mental image of Russel and began to analyze the situation.
He closed is eyes and began to feel the locations of contact that Cyborg had against his body and what parts of her body were in contact with his body.
-Right, so, her back is against the side of my ribs… and then her feet are partially touching my thigh, just above my knee… alright. That's not so bad. And lets see… Oh, she has both of her arms wrapped around my arm and she is pressing it into her chest and…!
At that point 2D froze. He hadn't really realized it before, but Both, Cyborg and Noddle, were pressing their breasts against his arms. The thought almost made him pass out, but weather from happiness or from fear of what they would do if they woke up and realized this, he did not know.
-Man, you can't tell with their clothes on, but these two actually don't have a bad rack, aaaAAAND WHAT THE BLAZEZ AM I THINKING!- 2D screamed in his head as he began to blush and feel the temperature of his body increase a bit. Being distracted at the moment was not the thing to do at the moment…Not to mention that his "Little Buddy" would soon not be so little if that particular train of thought continued its path, and that was the last thing he needed right now.
2D forced himself to focus once more continue to his inspection.
-Alright, so, it seems tat Cyborg is curled up with her back against my side. Okay…that's not so bad, if I could only free my arm then I am pretty much safe from her. Now Noodle… She seems to be lying on her side, facing me and her head is resting on my chest…Besides that, I think her leg is wrapped around mine…. Okay, so Noodle is the one that is going to be hard to not wake up, so I should start with Cyborg then.-
Slowly he tried to wiggle his arm free of Cyborg, pushing and pulling it gently, and ignoring the occasional small moans from Cyborg, and trying to convince himself that those moans were definitely NOT from pleasure from his arm rubbing against her as he tried to free his arm. Nope, definitely not from pleasure, Mmm-mm, the fact that her body temperature was also rising slowly was also pure coincidence too.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, but in reality was about five minutes, he freed his arm from Cyborg's grasp. With a quiet sigh of relief, 2D thanked whatever angel was watching over him at the moment for helping him get one arm free before he proceeded to start working on Noodle.
The process was pretty much the same, except that he used his free hand slightly pull away her arms from his, since every time that he seemed to pull away without holding her arms a bit a part, she squeezed on his arm a bit until he stopped moving.
After another five awkward minutes of ignoring soft moans and certain nice…pressures at certain locations in Noodle's body due to her squeezing his arm, he finally freed his other arm and turned her on her side so that she was facing away from him.
At that moment, 2D felt like could dance right there and then.
-Damn I'm good! I could do this all day now I think, any day, without problems. Hah! Who needs help when I con do it by myself.- 2D boasted inside his own head proudly.
And as if the universe had heard his thoughts and taken offence to them or taken those words as a challenge, as soon as 2D began to pull himself into a sitting position, by dragging his whole body towards the headrest of the bed, Noodle and Cyborg turned on their sides and wrapped their arms around his waist and hugged him closely.
Now, since 2D slept with a pair of pajama pants that were made of a very fine and light fabric, he could feel very well the generous…assets that both young women seemed to conceal so well under their regular clothing, but were a lot more noticeable under the thin shirts that they were currently wearing. At this event, his "Little D" turned into "BIG D" in an blink of an eye.
At that point 2D felt like he could cry. And he might have too, had his alarm clock not decided to ring, seemingly a hundred times louder than usual, in the ears of a horrified 2D.
2D, in his panic dove under the blankets, not caring anymore if he would wake them up or not, since the alarm clock had guaranteed that they would wake up already. In an instant, 2D was under the covers of his bed from head to toe.
Cyborg and Noodle for their part were jolted into full alert due to the combined effect of an alarm clock and a rushing 2D.
"Hmm? Wha waz zat!" Noodle and Cyborg asked as they jolted awake and sat up quickly on the bed, both already in full alert.
Surprised by each others voices, they turned to stare at each other for a second, until a little patch of blue hair that protruded from underneath the blankets caught their attention on the opposite end of the mattress. It quickly became apparent that the strands of hair were connected to the big bulge under the covers, the cause of which was undoubtedly 2D.
Breaking eye contact, Noodle proceeded to crawl a bit closer to the location of the mattress which 2D was using under the blankets.
"Good morning 2D." Noodle said cheerily, apparently unperturbed by the fact that she and Cyborg had slept in the same room as 2D, stopping at the base of the bulge under the blankets.
"Oh! Er, hi, Good morning Noodle!" 2D said somewhat nervously as his head popped out at the opposite end of the mattress. "And good morning Cyborg. Did, uh, did you guys sleep well?"
"Morning 2D. Yeah I slept well, thanks for asking." Cyborg answered cheerily, which 2D noticed with a bit of surprise. It hadn't been long ago when she still had trouble with showing emotions, but for some reason she was sounded distinctly happy today. 2D was glad that she was progressing so quickly. Still, something really good must have happened yesterday. He made a mental note to ask about it later… when he got out of this mess and he could walk upright without a large tent pitched in his pants.
"Same here 2D-kun." Noodle said, "Ready for breakfast?"
"Well, I, uh, um… yes! I um, I'll be there in a minute, you guys go ahead." 2D asked, a slight blush showing in his cheeks.
Puzzled, Noodle and Cyborg turned to look at each other, then they looked at 2D, and then back at each other again. They stared at each other for a moment, as if they were either recalling something or deciding something, while 2D started to get a very uneasy feeling, but he couldn't help but notice that Cyborg and Noodle weren't dressed very…modestly, considering that they had slept with him… and he didn't recall laying down with them in the first place! 2D slid slightly deeper into the depths of his blankets so that the blankets covered his mouth and his face was only visible from the nose up in an attempt to cover a faint blush that was beginning to develop in his cheeks.
Cyborg was wearing a somewhat loose sleeveless shirt that showed her mid drift perfectly and a pair of shorts that couldn't have been more 4 or five inches long in total, they barely covered more than an inch or two of her legs bellow her butt. Noodle was wearing a sort of long white and red shirt that reached to mid thigh, and some short-shorts, and… apparently that was it for both of them, if what he had felt earlier –By accident!- he reminded himself, was anything to judge by. However that shirt Noodle was wearing was familiar to him…. Were had he seen it before?
-Oh, Hey! That's my old T-virus shirt! Wait… my old T-virus shirt? …how did…?-
2D's train of thought was abruptly brought to a stand still when both of the girls nodded at each other and stretched their arms up above their heads and then towards their backs, pushing up and out their chests as they stretched, allowing him to get to seem a bit more skin around their torso. But that wasn't what really surprised him, what surprised him was when Cyborg and Noodle dropped down on all fours, and crawled a bit closer to him. It was then that 2D really began to hear an alarm ringing at the back his head.
"Hey 2D?" Noodle asked innocently, "You don't want to go up with us?"
"I, er, no! I mean, Yes! I mean, I do want to go up, but I, er…" 2D stuttered while his mind was racing to come up with an excuse. He needed more time! He needed to stall them, distract them, send them away, ANYTHING!
"Well, then…" Cyborg said somewhat slowly, keeping 2D's attention on her while Noodle and Cyborg sneaked their hands to the edge of the blankets that 2D was hiding underneath of. And instant later, the two young women shot their hands forwards, covering the last centimeter of distance between the blankets and their hands in the blink of an eye, grabbing hold of the blankets, and unknowingly also grabbing hold of the sleeves of the legs of 2D's pajama pants, and yanked them away with all their strength as they both shouted playfully, "Come with us!"
The blankets were mercilessly ripped out of 2D's grasp before he could react. And all he could do was freeze in horror as he felt his blood turn cold and his heart rate skyrocket. He literally could feel the blood drain from his face as the two girls looked at each other with a smile, before they turned to look at him….
And look at him they did, their jaws nearly hitting the floor when they saw that they had pulled his pants of in the process and they were now staring at his very large and proudly erect member.
In a matter of seconds, the faces of both Girls turned a shade of scarlet so deep, that ANY tomato or jalapeno would have been jealous, and a moment later they passed out, a small trickle of blood running down from their noses and down the small smiles that the girls sported as they blacked out.
It took 2D a minute to be able to regain his ability to think and the motor movement of his body from his shocked state, and when he did, he could only say, and think, one thing:
"Oh, Bloody Hell…"
Murdoc
Murdoc was sprawled haphazardly over his king sized bed amidst his large collection of hats, snoring his life away until the sun –or the rum- demanded him to awaken. Preferably the later. Unfortunately for him, this morning he was awoken by the former.
Sluggishly Murdoc opened up a mismatched eye to stare at the window blankly for a moment. God, he hated mornings. Especially Mondays. Wait… was today a Monday? No… That was three days ago… When that damnable pelican tried to eat his fedora hat. Then what day is it today?
-Wait… what's Monday plus three?... Er…ah… Oh! Monday plus three, then its Thrursday! … Well, Thursdays are almost as bad as Mondays.-
Thought, if he had been being honest with himself, he hated pretty much every day other than Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. And he only liked Fridays because the name reminded him of the word "French", which reminded him of, as he liked to put it, "Smokin' hot French birds"….and French kissing. Oh, did he ever love the French kisses the women from France could give! The things they could do with their tongues! Murdoc had to giggle perversely at that last thought. Women. He hadn't had one in at least two weeks, he was really starting to itch for one.
And for some unfathomable reason, Murdoc decided that a trip to Europe, preferably France, was in order.
- Yes… that would do nicely.- Murdoc thought to himself with a plotting smile as he stretched his back on the mattress, causing several loud cracks and pops to scape his stiff back, before he managed to swing his feet over the side of his bed and push himself off his bed with a grunt.
Once standing, naturally he was only wearing his underwear and socks, he grabbed the nearest bottle of alcohol he could find, in this case a bottle of some strong but delicious beer known as "White Light", and took a big gulp of its contents before he gave a satisfied smack of his lips and sighed in relief.
-Nothing tastes better than alcohol in the morning.- He thought with satisfaction to himself. –Now, what shall we do today?- Murdoc wondered idly as he began to walk towards his washroom.
-Well, lets se… What haven't we done for a while now… Fishing? Nah. Writing lyrics? Don't feel like it… Publicity? Well, there's an idea… but how?... Ah-Ha!- Murdoc thought triumphantly, -A NEW pirate radio! And youtube video! Yes, that will work out nicely… We will make it official! The world should be crawling with rumors of our return, and the return of Noodle and Russel has only added more timber to the fire! The whole world wants to know more! Now its time to let them know we are back! The WORLD will know!-
"THE WHOLE WORLD MUST KNOW!" Murdoc shouted out and cackled manically as he slammed the door to his washroom shut, blissfully unaware that Jackal and his people were still hell-bent on tracking him down.
Cyborg and Noodle
Cyborg an Noodle laid passed out in 2D's room after seeing his nakedness, and said man had finally decided to dash to the washroom and take a long cold shower after he had made sure that they were Okay. Noodle and Cyborg, for their part, were dreaming, or more accurately, remembering the conversation they had the day before with each other, during their slumber.
Flashback
Cyborg sat on the table eating a pasta dinner, courtesy of Russel, with 2D, Noodle (who had pushed her cat mask just high enough to make her mouth visible), and Russel; Murdoc had already eaten and left with a couple of bottles alcohol to his room, explicitly telling everyone in the dinning room to not bother him unless they were under heavy fire of pirates or something along those lines, unless they wanted a severely pissed Murdoc chasing after them with an axe.
Truth be told, she was still getting used to the idea of eating solid food for energy, even thought she had been doing it for about a two weeks before Noodle and Russel arrived to Plastic Beach. She could recall the moment perfectly.
Murdoc still had not the full inspection on her to officially declare that she was becoming more human physically and mentally, but he had his suspicions about Cyborg becoming more human physically and, in fact, he had been pretty sure he was right even before the inspection. As a way to prove his theory further, Murdoc had charged 2D with teaching Cyborg how to eat. Despite the fact that Cyborg knew about the process known as eating, she had no idea how to actually swallow or chew anything properly. That's were 2D came in.
He had to teach Cyborg how to chew, how to swallow, and basic table manners. It had been quite awkward at first, particularly for 2D since he had to actually demonstrate how to move the tongue to move and roll the food around in the mouth so one could properly chew it. He even had to go as far as to feed Cyborg for the first week and a half since she wouldn't eat otherwise, preferring to charge herself up from the plugs in her 'room' rather than put what she described as "foreign objects" in her mouth. However, she eventually learned to enjoy eating, and as she had mentioned to 2D before, she didn't like chewing as much as tasting and swallowing the food. But she learned the need for chewing after nearly choking twice trying to swallow an entire half of a potato and large chunk of meat on separate occasions, each of which was easily an inch-and-a -half across.
Oddly enough, Cyborg had discovered that she particularly enjoyed sweet foods and bitter foods and tasting new things, something she would later learn that she shared in common with Noodle.
"Oh sweet mercy! Russel yew have no idea how much I missed you and your cooking!" 2D said happily after he swallowed the first mouthful of pasta, simultaneously Pulling Cyborg back from her musing and making Russel laugh good-naturedly.
"No problem D, nice to know I was missed." Russel said with a smile once he stopped laughing, "Its good to be back, ya know? And to be able too cook the food of my family. That's an other thing I really missed doing too."
Cyborg felt a twinge of what she was beginning to identify as jealousy at the words spoken by 2D. After all, she had been the one to make almost all the cooking before Russel arrived and she just couldn't help to feel a little disheartened at the fact that Russel had taken on most of that roll now that he was at Plastic Beach and that Russel had outdone her in cooking.
-But DAMN, 2D is right, this is some seriously good pasta.- Cyborg thought to herself as she happily swallowed yet an other mouthful of pasta. In the end, she couldn't stay jealous at Russel for more than a second or two, since even she had to admit that his food was delicious, and it more than made up for the fact that he had taken the great majority of the roll of the band's Chef from her. Besides, it would give her more free time, which translated in more time with 2D in her mind. She made a mental note to thank Russel for becoming the new chef later.
Quickly she finished devouring what was left of her food, while keeping in mind all the manners that 2D had taught her, before she gave a soft satisfied sigh. Oh, Russel would have definitely become a five-star chef if he hadn't joined Gorillaz.
"Thanks for dinner Russel-san, it was great!" Noodle said with a satisfied smile. "Now if you would excuse me and Cyborg, we need to go talk."
Cyborg immediately sat up a bit straighter, surprised by the announcement of Noodle, but acting as collected as she could, she raised an eyebrow slightly at Noodle, who just gave her a look that said, 'Seriously, we need to talk.'
2D and Russel for their part looked quite surprised, both of their eyebrows shooting up before they turned to look at each other with questioning glances before they focused back on Noodle.
"Oh you two, nothing bad is going to happen." Noodle said dismissively, but a tad disgruntled at the looks of suspicion that she got from 2D and Russel. She was particularly irritated at the one that she got from Russel actually, since he looked at her with a warning in his eyes that clearly said, "Don't do anything stupid."
"Anyways, lets go." Noodle said as she turned to leave the room, making her way towards the lift.
2D's eyes shifted to focus on Cyborg, who merely stood up without missing a beat and followed Noodle out the door, leaving behind two somewhat confused band members staring at the door.
Once the two girls were on the lift and the doors of the lift had closed behind them, Cyborg turned towards Noodle with her arms folded across her chest.
"Alright, what's going on here Noodle?" Cyborg asked without beating around the bush. She wanted to know what his was about, and she wanted to know as soon as possible.
Noodle looked at her with a measuring eye, as if judging whether or not to tell her right away. In the end, Noodle sighed and turned to look at cyborg and crossing her arms just like she had done. They might as well have been mirror images of each other, except for their clothes.
"Look, Cyborg, we just need to talk about 2D. Lets wait until we reach the beach were we can sit down and talk."
Cyborg seemed to tense up slightly at the mention of 2D's name, and for a second she had wondered if this was going to turn into an other deadly fight like the first one, but the way Noodle said it, along with the promise they had done with 2D about not trying to kill each other, made her relax somewhat.
Finally they reached the ground floor and exited the lift. Once they were outside of the Plastic Beach Mansion, they walked around for a couple of minutes before sitting cross-legged on a mall hill of sand, facing each other in silence for about a minute.
Taking a deep breath, Noodle finally decided to begin.
"Alright, well, like I said, I called you out here to talk about 2D." She said as diplomatically as she could. She needed to try to make this work.
"Right. What about him?" Cyborg asked with curiosity.
"You like him." Noodle said bluntly, more of statement than the question it was supposed to be.
"Yes. So do you." Cyborg replied with equal bluntness.
"Yes. And that's why we have a problem." Noodle stated.
"True. What do you want to do about it?" Cyborg asked. –But if she that I'm going to back off with out a fight, then she is in for a big surprise.- Cyborg thought resolutely as she looked at Noodle evenly.
"That's what we are going to have to figure out." Noodle said, looking at Cyborg evenly, and making it clear that she also wasn't going to back off so easily.
"Fair enough. Any ideas that don't involve us killing each other and loosing 2D's trust and respect?"
"Not many. Maybe we should talk to each other for a little bit, you know, get to know each other. Maybe doing so will help us thing of something, while at the same time it could help us understand each other. After all, we need to understand and know each other well if we are going to be in the same band, regardless of who gets 2D."
Cyborg thought this over for a bit. True, a band functioned better if the band members developed bonds with each other, and knowing each other helped develop those bonds. Additionally, it might help them reach a solution for their dilemma and it would help her to learn to socialize with other people. Who knows, they might even end up liking each other by the end of this.
"Alright then. Lets do that."
"Great! So…. Anything you'd like to now Cyborg?"
"Hm…" Cyborg paused for a minute, bringing one hand to rest on her chin as she pondered what to ask Noodle, "Alright… Why do you like 2D?"
Noodle could only blink and stare at Cyborg for a moment. Out of all the questions Cyborg could have asked, that was not one she had even considered.
"Well?" Cyborg asked after Noodle hadn't answered for whole minute.
"Well… erm…," Noodle said, stalling for a few precious seconds of time to think. She couldn't back out now, especially since it was her own idea. She'd just have to tell her. "Well, its kind of complicated how it got there. The answer is not a short one, it has to do a lot with the history of Gorillaz that hasn't been officially announced so…"
"That's fine." Cyborg said, now unfolding her arms leaning forwards to rest her chin on her hand and resting her elbow on her leg.
-Damn it- Noodle inwardly cursed. Taking a deep breath she began her story.
"Well, you see, I am not exactly sure how or when it started, but I suppose you could say that I had a connection with him from the very start. You'll notice small differences in my version of the stories compared to the ones in "Rise of the Ogre" because Murdoc wasn't completely honest through out the entire book, but anyways. You see, I arrived to KONG Studios in a FedEx crate when I was just ten, and all I had with me besides my clothes were a blue Les Paul electric guitar and a smallish battery powered amplifier. When I first arrived to KONG, I could hear yelling from the inside of the house, which in truth frightened me a bit. I didn't understand any of it at the time because I didn't know any English, I only could talk and understand Japanese. Now I know it was Murdoc yelling at 2D to get the door, which he did, announcing that a large crate had just arrived. 2D was the person who opened the crate, and he was the first person I saw in, what I knew at the time, my whole life. So I…" And Noodle continued with her story.
Noodle told Cyborg everything, holding nothing back from her. Well, not every single day of their lives, but he did tell her the highlights, and the general of how they acted. She told her the whole of her first day at KONG, her first Halloween and Christmas, Her firs Birthday, playing video games with 2D, surviving Kong, 2D taking care of her, 2D helping her get over her fears (of the dark, zombies, and storms), the event that became known between 2D and her as the "Great pillow Fight of 2000", the break up and how she regained her other identity, the return of the band, the cleansing of KONG, 2D protecting her from her nightmares, 2D singing with her "Feel Good Inc.", 2D pulling her out of trouble with "aggressive" fans and producers, how he advised her away from "El Mañana" but she went through with it, how she fell into the dimension that bordered between Hell and Earth and three other worlds and how the memory of his voice kept her sane. All this and more Noodle told Cyborg.
"…And that's the story. I don't know exactly when I fell for him, nor when did it start. All I know is that I realized it only some time around the making of the Video of "Dirty Harry." At first I thought it was dumb crush at first. I was what? Fifteen? Sixteen? What did I know? So I kept it to myself. I only realized how much he meant to me after I had fallen for him completely after I was torn from him and was thrown into that other dimension. Funny thing about my time in that other place, Some times I could swear that I could hear him, whispering in my ear warnings about what laid ahead, or the hidden dangers of the creatures I met, or singing his our old songs, even little pieces and segments of the new songs.
I quickly learned to regret not listening to that little voice that whispered in my ear sometimes. You could say that he saved me several times from an awful death. Anyways, I'm getting side tracked. My point is, I felt safe with him, and I still do. I know he cares for me. I know he understands me better than anyone else, and he is the sweetest and most caring person on the world. And I know he would go to the ends of the world and to the very gates of hades to save whoever is precious to him. And as a bonus, he looks great! THAT is why I like him.
But I did learn something… its true what they say; You only realize what you have after its gone. That why I am not giving him up easily!" Noodle concluded fiercely, before her eyes went wide and clamped her mouth shut. She didn't have to say that last bit. It almost sounded like challenge! Damn, hopefully Cyborg wouldn't really mind to much attention to the very last bit.
Cyborg stayed in silence for a moment, thinking things over in her mind. Noodle certainly seemed justified in liking 2D. The guy practically protected and guided her since she was ten, not to mention that he understood her from the inside out, and to add more reasons, he was young, he was handsome, he had a great singing voice, he was sweet, he was caring, even if he wasn't the greatest light bulb in the Christmas tree, he was willing to stick it out for the people he cared about. No wonder she was head-over-heels for the guy.
"And you?" Noodle asked.
"Hm? Pardon?" Cyborg asked.
"Why do you like 2D?"
"Well…" Now it was Cyborgs turn to be uncomfortable, but since Noodle had given her story, now it was her turn, "As 2D told you before, I have been becoming more human for a few months now. That is exactly why I like 2D."
"Pardon?" Noodle asked puzzled. There was no way that cyborg would fight so hard for 2D if it was just because she was turning human. There had to be more to it.
"Well..." Cyborg began, "2D was the one who triggered my human transformation. Not only that, he was practically the one that "raised" me too."
"What do you mean he "Raised you? I thought Murdoc had programed you before hand." Noodle asked with genuine curiosity.
"He did, but not on every aspect of being human. For example, I understood the need and action for breathing, or for going to the washroom to relieve yourself, or for walking. But, for example, I didn't know how to eat, I didn't know how to talk properly, I didn't know how to interpret people, I didn't know anything about feelings or facial expressions, I didn't even know much about taking a shower. Also…-"
"Wait what?" Noodle asked, startled at the last thing she had said.
"What about what?" Asked a confused Cyborg.
"What do you mean you didn't know how to shower? That means you learned right? That means that he taught you right?"
"Oh, that, yeah." Cyborg said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. It made Noodle want to kill her, but she refrained from doing so. "I was a half machine before, so I never had to take a shower because it could cause me to short circuit. But since I turned human, I had to learn all the normal grooming rules for humans. I had to learn how to shower just like any newborn would have had to. 2D had to go as far as to get some swimming trunks for himself and get Murdoc to get me a swim suit and show me how scrub myself in the ocean."
Noodle visibly relaxed when she heard this, a fact that went unnoticed by Cyborg. Heaving a small sigh of relief, she said, "Sorry for interrupting Cyborg. You were saying?"
"Its fine. Anyways, as I was saying, he didn't just 'raise' me, he also protected, helped, and guided me. For example, he gave me confidence in the fact I have a soul, he was the first person that trusted and believed in me because of me and not because of some program that had been installed in my head, and he also taught me emotions, and he was the one who taught me about freedom and the beauty of life. He also saved me from being a mindless and sadistic robot that did whatever it was told. Aside from that, I like him for the exact same reasons as you; I find him extremely attractive, I think he has the greatest voice in the universe, I know that he is kind and caring to a fault, I feel safe with him which is something that only he has been able to do so far, I also know he cares for me, and I know he will listen when I need to talk, and I owe him my life just as you, but for different reasons. That's why I love him." Cyborg finished, with just as ferocity as Noodle had.
There was a pause for a minute or two as the two of them pondered what they had said themselves and what the other had said. Some thing that became quickly apparent was the resemblance of their circumstances. Both had been nurtured in one way or an other by the Blue-haired singer, both had in some way been saved by him in some way, both fell in love with him because of the same qualities, and both would fight with their all for him.
The realization crashed against them like a ton of bricks. It was like they were the same person, living two different lives, and yet being saved at the same time by the same person. It was thought that was somewhat disturbing and yet very romantic in an unusual sort of way.
"…Alright, then… that's a bit creepy." Cyborg finally stated after a few minutes.
"What is?" Noodle asked.
"The fact that even our lives have so much in common, despite the fact that the circumstances are so much different, to the point that we would fall for the same guy, for the exact same reasons."
"Yeah, no kidding."
"So…what are we going to do?"
Noodle ran a hand through her hair and let out a heavy sigh before she completely took off her mask and looked at Cyborg.
"Well…. There are three options I can see. Option one is that we keep competing the way we have for his attention and by the end of it all, e will hopefully pick one of us to be with. Option two is one of us gives up, but neither of us going to do that, so I guess that one is out the window. And option three is that we try to become friends and support each other to get his affections."
"How is that last one going to work?" asked Cyborg with curiosity.
"Well… Since 2D hates seeing us fight and wants us to get along, it would be probably better to get along, and turn this into a friendly competition sort of thing. That way, when 2D picks one of us it will hopefully hurt him less to lose the other one."
"Why would it hurt him?"
"Well, because that's just the kind of person he is. It hurts him not being able to be with his precious people, and it probably hurts more when he has to choose one over the other, so with something that has such a huge impact as choosing to be with one of us over the other, it might really kill him from the inside out, so hopefully the fact that we are on good terms with one an other will lessen the damage."
"Geez… this is complicated… wait a sec… why does he have to suffer damage at all?" Cyborg asked with a sudden wave of inspiration when a thought suddenly projected its self in her mind.
"What do you mean?" Noodle asked cautiously but with genuine curiosity. "If he chooses one of is, its inevitable that he and the one he did not pick will be badly hurt."
"Exactly." Cyborg said nodding sagely.
"What? Okay, Now you lost me." Noodle said as she folded her arms over chest. "Explain."
"You said 'IF he chooses' right?" Noodle nodded her head, "Well, what if he doesn't have to choose? What if he can have both?" Cyborg asked, a sudden spark appearing to light its-self in her eyes as she said this. Yes, if this worked, 2D wouldn't have to suffer, neither of them would have to suffer, No one would have to suffer.
Noodle just looked at her with something that resembled shock. Never in a hundred years would she have thought of that. Its not that the concept was a difficult one, nor that the idea was new. In fact, Polygamy, the idea of having more than one wife, was millennia old and fairly common until up to about one or two hundred years ago, and it was still practiced by some in this day and age. However, Noodle had never seen it, or even considered it a possibility. However, now that the idea was on the table, it certainly offered an interesting possibility. If it worked out, with just a little compromise, all three of them could be happy, all three of them wouldn't have to suffer.
Additionally, since Cyborg was Noodle's clone, they were technically the same person from a certain point of view, and from the point of view of the law, since they were the same person they could be together without any problem. In theory, They could be the only group that could practice polygamy legally anywhere in the world. It was a perfect plan, with a very low risk of failure, after all, what guy would turn down the offer to be with the two women he loves the most in his whole life? It would be practically a dream come true for almost any man in the world.
"You know what cyborg…." Noodle said after a moment, "I don't think that's a bad idea actually."
"You don't?" Cyborg asked with surprise. She had hoped that the idea might get some kind of compromise between them to share him in some way even if he chose one of them, but for Noodle to accept like this was a complete surprise for her.
"Nope, I think it might actually be the best option we have for each other and for 2D. Its also the plan with the highest success rate."
"You think? That's great!" Cyborg cheered.
"Although…."
Immediately Cyborg calmed down and turned to look at Noodle. –I knew it was too good to be true. I should have expected a catch.- "Although what?" she asked with curiosity.
"Well, Cyborg…You do understand that for this to work we have to be like family to each other too, right? And I can't say that I love you yet. I think I like you as a person, and that you are someone I could become friends with, but it's going to be a while before I can honestly say that I love you."
The effect was instantaneous, Cyborg could have jumped right there and then and danced a small jig, but she refrained from doing so.
-A friend? Me? I could be one? I cold HAVE one? That's, I mean I… Wow.- A soft warmth spread over her at the idea of having a friend. It was a nice feeling. Not like the Blaze of warmth she felt when she was with 2D, but it was pleasant nonetheless. It made her…happy.
"That's fine Noodle, I feel the exact same way about you." Cyborg said, with one of those very few genuine smiles that Cyborg rarely had plastered on her face.
"Great!" Noodle said happily. How could she not be happy? She had achieved much more than she had dared hope for. She had not only secured a plan of action with Cyborg, she had also made herself a new friend and valuable Partner in the crusade for 2D's heart. "But we better head back to the Mansion, otherwise they are going to think we killed each other. We have been gone for almost two hours now."
"Alright." Cyborg agreed, "By the way, when should we let 2D know about this?"
"Later," Noodle replied, "When we can be almost certain that he will accept us. For now, the best we can do is build our friendship and tease him a bit."
"Tease him?"
"Yeah, I read one of those magazines on the cruise ship on my way here that teasing guys a bit can get them to show you sides of them or things about them, you hadn't seen before, and that in turn would help build and strengthen the bond of a relationship."
"Alright, I guess that sounds plausible. What do you suggest?"
Noodle stopped in her tracks, just a few steps in front the large metal door that was the entrance to the Plastic Beach Mansion, to think about a plan. After a minute or two, a small devious smile suddenly lined her lips as she turned over to cyborg.
"Alright, here is what we are going to do. After 2D has gone to be we are going to sneak into his bed and…."
Flashback end
Groggily Cyborg and Noodle woke up from their accidentally achieved momentary comatose state, their heads slightly dizzy from the shock they had received from seeing 2D's glorious nakedness.
Slowly they sat up and looked at each other for a whole minute, before both of them smiled from ear to ear.
"Worth it?" Noodle asked happily.
"Oooohhh yeah!" Cyborg replied merrily, "Totally worth it."
"I couldn't agree more." Noodle said with a slight giggle.
Life had suddenly turned a lot more interesting for the Band members of Gorillaz.
Stone
Stone was driving his beloved truck towards the US with his two work partners. Their boss had made it clear that he wanted the Gorillaz, in particular Murdoc, and that he would do anything to get his hands on them. This meant that the small group had their work cut out for them. Finding any clues that might lead them to the Gorillaz was top priority in their list, and it would stay that way unless they found something or they wanted to die at the hands of Mr. Jackal.
What better place to learn something than the U.S.A, the trade and entertainment capital of the world, the Country with no limits, the greatest military and economic power of the world. Anyone that was anyone had at some point gone there, if you wanted to become one of the elite, you had to make it big there. If you wanted to know something about anyone that was someone, then the U.S.A was the best place to start.
So the U.S.A. was their first stop in information gathering. There they would have to attempt to track the prodigies of the music world that composed the band known as Gorillaz.
And all that Stone could think was: -God have merci on us… and them.-
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