Wow, we got to 4000 words on this one! For this chapter, I have to thanks Magicalgirl23, she's helped me a lot with ideas! Thank you so much for the reviews, I read every single one. And by the way, please don't be afraid to send in ideas! I LOVE READING THEM. SERIOUSLY. R&R, Party People. See ya soon!
April 14th, 2000, Gorillaz start packing for their trip to record in Jamaica…
"Noodle! Gimme my bathin' suit!" the sixteen year old Yoko screamed. Noodle, now ten years old, was even more energetic and hyper. She was also still learning English. Noodle ran down the hallway of Kong, eager to try on her sister's clothing. "Noods! Ge' ova 'ere!" she screeched. Yoko followed after her, hormones raging. Not paying attention to where she was going, she ran straight into the band's cerulean haired singer. The collision caused the two to collapse onto the floor. "2D! I'm so sorry, are yew awright?" she asked as she rubbed her head. "Nofin worse than wot Muds does. I'm fine." he replied, stretching out his legs. "Could yew 'elp me catch Noods? She's go' my bathing suit." the girl complained. Realizing the distress of his sixteen year old little sister, he helped her up. "Eh, I'm no' very good a' runnin', luv, bu' I can try…" he rubbed his fingers together. The pair took off running behind Noodle, whose footsteps could be heard going toward the lift. "She gonna ge' away!" Yoko whispered while quickening her pace, 2D not far behind. They turned a corner and saw the lift doors closing with Noodle inside, waving at them. "F-f-f…" Yoko was fuming. "Why are yew even lookin' fer yer bathin' suit anyway?" 2D asked, unaware of the trip they were taking the next day. "Yew don' rememba? We're goin' to Jamaica!" she spat. 2D's face dulled. "I-I'm sorreh! I forgo'!" he held his hands up in defense as if the girl was going to hit him. "Wot're doin' tha for?" she asked, hormones cooling down. "Y-Yew reminded me o' Murdoc for a minute there." the man said. There was a silence before Yoko burst out laughing. "Seriously?" she asked between giggles. 2D broke out into a nervous laughter. He knew he wasn't as hormonal when he was a teen. "Girls are prob'ly different." he thought. The lift dinged and opened, and they ran into it, pushing any button they could get their hands on. It beeped and went up to the third floor of Kong. They stepped out of the lift and heard loud singing coming from Yoko's room. "No…" Yoko whispered. She ran to her room and kicked open the door, expecting the worst. Instead, she was greeted with the sight of Noodle putting the bathing suit neatly into Yoko's suitcase, along with a few other clothes. 2D looked in the doorway, expecting Noodle to be trashing the room. He too was astonished with what he saw. "Noods, I though yew were…" Yoko couldn't continue. Noodle picked up the heavy suitcase and wobbly walked it over to her older sister. "Watashi wa anata no tame no pakku!" she said happily. "Yew packed for me? Fank yew, Noodle!" Yoko ruffled the Asian girl's hair. "Speakin' of packin, 2D, 'ave yew packed ye'?" Yoko asked. 2D scratched his head. "Well, I didn't know we were goin' anywhere, so I guess no'." Yoko looked at him. "D'yew nee' 'elp packin? I go' nofing else to do today." the girl offered. "Sure, why no'?" 2D gave a toothy smile. The two then took the lift down to his room, happier than they were five minutes ago.
"Bu' why would yew be wearin' a long sleeved shir' in Jamaica? Even I know tha'!" Yoko asked. 2D threw his T Virus shirt in anyway. "I fink I'm done now." he announced as he zippered his luggage. It had taken 2D an hour to pack all of his belongings for the long stay in Jamaica. His bag was bursting at the seams with clothes, zombie films, toiletries, and extra toothbrushes. Yoko checked the time on her watch: 12:00 PM. "I'm gonna ge' somefing to eat. Yew wan' anyfing?" she asked. "Naw, I'm gonna stay 'ere, away from Murdoc." the man sighed. "Enjoy your lunch." he continued. Yoko smiled and turned to leave before she stopped in the doorway. "2D?" she asked. "Yeah?" he looked up from his zombie magazine. "Don' be afraid of Mudsie." she said before skipping out of the room.
Yoko walked through the car park in silence. She glanced over to the Winnebago. Murdoc had put up a new sign on the door that stated "F OFF!" He was planning on making it more vulgar until Russel saw it and feared for little Noodle. The sign had been shortened to what it was now with a sharpie marker. Yoko normally ignored the sign and usually was the only one allowed to do so, along with Noodle, on occasion. She watched the Winnebago and decided that it wouldn't hurt to pay her favorite bassist a visit. She opened the door and climbed into the vehicle. Murdoc looked over from his sofa. "'Ello, luv! Fancy a drink?" he said cheerfully, holding out a bottle of rum. As usual, she declined. "More for me, then!" he cheered. "Why woul' I drink underage, Muds?" He just looked at her. "Luv, if yew fink tha's bad, yew should 'ave seen me in my younger days. I've been smokin' and drinkin' since I was ten!" he cackled. "An' look a' yew now." Yoko sighed. "Wot's tha' supposed ta mean?" he growled. Yoko only giggled. "Shu' up!" he yelled. The girl tried to control her laughter. "Yew know, you're sixteen, yew can drink with an adult a' a bar." the man implied. Yoko stopped laughing. Although she spent years in bars and around drunks, she never had an alcoholic beverage in her life. It did, however, fascinate her. She had always wondered what the liquid would taste like going down her throat. "Really?" she asked curiously. Murdoc nodded before taking another swig from his bottle. "Mudsie, are yew goin' to a bar anytime soon?" Yoko asked, slyly. "Wot kind of question is tha', luv?" he asked, smirking. "A serious one." she replied. Murdoc checked both ways to see if anyone else was looking. "I'm goin' to a bar tonigh'. Yew can come, jus' don't tell Russ, ya hear?" he offered. Yoko cheered on the inside. "Fine. Jus' don' bring any girls home wif us." Yoko said, standing in the door of the Winnie. "Heh, can't promise anythin', luv." he chuckled. He was still chuckling when the door to his love shack slammed shut.
The rest of the day was filled with packing for the trip that would take place the next day. Everyone in Kong was looking forward to going to a nice island, but Yoko had different thoughts on her mind. She was anticipating the night to come. The girl acted like a young teen being able to put on makeup for the first time; excited, worried, and very inexperienced. Russel had prepared dinner that night; a Japanese meal with sushi, miso soup and fried rice. Noodle had helped Russel greatly in the art of cooking a Japanese meal. Making sushi rice was the most enjoyable activity, along with rolling up the fish in the nori. Noodle insisted in bringing the food out in trays to everyone. Dressed in a makeshift kimono made of a spare tablecloth, Noodle shakily brought out a tray that was covered with food. She carefully set it on the table and bowed. 2D laughed at how cute the little gesture was. Everyone soon started stuffing their faces. Even Murdoc tried the raw fish, and he enjoyed it 2D, however, struggled with his chopsticks. His hands were tangled around the two wooden sticks."'D, man, you need help?" Russel asked, trying not to laugh. "Ehh, I don' fink so, I fink I go' i'…" 2D said before accidently flinging a small piece of sashimi into Murdoc's face. Murdoc sat there for a moment, his chopsticks no longer moving. "Yew… freakin'…git!" Murdoc screamed. The man lunged at 2D from across the table. 2D scrambled like a fast rabbit. "N-N-N-No! Murdoc!" he screamed from the hallway. Murdoc got up, his chair falling to the ground. Snarling, he ran after 2D. "Faceache!" he screamed even louder. "Murdoc!" Yoko warned. Murdoc turned to her. "Yoko." he growled. Before anything else could be said, Noodle jumped onto her chair. "Noodle!" she screamed in delight. Everyone looked at her. 2D crawled from the floor to look at what had happened. Sweat was trickling down his head and was getting caught in his thick brows. Without thinking, a boot connected with his face and blood trickled down his nose. Murdoc sauntered back to his chair to finish his meal, while Yoko got up to help her best friend. She bent down, examining the bloody nose. "Murdoc, consider yo'self lucky tha' i's no' broken." she gently touched Stuart's nose while helping him up. "Come 'un, I'll clean you up." She grabbed his hand and took him to the nearest bathroom in Kong. "Yoko, go back 'an eat, I'm fine." he prodded. The girl said nothing. When the two got into the bathroom, the blue head went to sit on the counter. Yoko dug through a cabinet to find the emergency kits her and Russel put in every bathroom. "'Ere, wipe the blood off wif this." She handed him a small, gauze like piece of cloth from underneath the cabinet. 2D rubbed it on his nose, checking to see if blood was coming off periodically. Yoko looked up at his nose. "Stu, is i' awright if I touch i'?" she asked, gently. 2D squinted at her. "Why would yew need ta ask, luv?" he said with a goofy smile. "Ok, tell me if i' 'urts." She moved her hands across his nose, feeling the dislodged bone. "This may 'urt, ok?" she told him. Yoko manipulated her hands and moved the bone back into place. It moved with a sickening cracking sound that pierced the whole bathroom. 2D cringed, but didn't say a word. "D-Did i' hurt?" she asked. "Yeah, like 'ell. Bu' i' feels betta." he said as he rubbed his nose while looking in the bathroom mirror. He hopped off the counter and gave Yoko a kiss on the cheek. "Fanks, luv!" he said before walking out. Yoko touched the spot on her face where his lips had touched. She walked into one of the bathroom stalls to go to the bathroom, but ended up staying in for an extra fifteen minutes to think about everything that happened to her within the past three years. She no longer was a little kid anymore. She put her head in her hands and replayed every single memory she had. Most were frightening memories caused by her father. The beating, abuse and alcoholism of her father had taken a toll on her for so long; too long. The door to the bathrooms opened, and someone stepped inside. "Oi, Yoko, ge' ou' 'ere!" Murdoc hissed. "Wot?" she hissed back. "We're leavin! Ge' your arse outta there before Russ sees yeh!" He sounded angrier. Yoko walked out of the stall. "Can we bring 2D?" she asked. "No, I'm no' draggin tha' Dullard anywhere, period!" he yelled. Yoko shushed him. "Pweese?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes. Murdoc looked away. "Tha's no' gonna work anymore, Yoko." he said. "Bu' Mudsie…" she asked, eyes getting wider. "F-Fine. Go ge' 'im." he stammered. Murdoc pointed outside the door. Yoko tiptoed out in search of the singer, trying to not to cause much distraction. It was already 9 PM. Noodle was most likely in bed, and Russel would be in his own room. Quietly, Yoko scampered like a mouse to find her brother. "2D? Where are yew?" she called out. No answer. Sighing, she turned the corner of some sort of hallway. She didn't even know where she was going anymore. Humming one of her guitar riffs, she was barely paying attention to where she was going anymore. She turned another corner and smacked into a large, six foot two object. She heard someone else yell. As she picked herself up off of the floor, she saw Stuart Pot lying down on the floor, rubbing his head. "2D, I-I'm sorry! I was jus' lookin for yew!" she said as she helped him up. "Well, I'm righ' 'ere. Wot d'yew need, luv? he asked, his eyebrows furrowed. Yoko looked around for the presence of Russel or Noodle. They weren't anywhere near the spot she was, so she continued. "I'm goin'to a bar with Muds. Can yew come?" she asked nervously. Thinking for a moment, the man smiled. "Sure. Wouldn't want yew there all alone wif 'im. Yew can drink now, righ'?" Yoko nodded, looking abashed. "Well, come 'un then! Le's go!" The two walked to the car park to see Murdoc waiting in a red sports car. "When did we ge' this?" Yoko asked, climbing into the backseat. "When I go' 'i. Tha's when." Murdoc replied. 2D hopped into the front seat. Murdoc grumbled before turning the key into the ignition. The engine roared to life, causing Murdoc to snicker. He put the car in drive before speeding out of the car park and down the massive hill that Kong was set atop of.
The drive to the bar was horrendous with Murdoc speeding and daredevilish instincts kicking in. After only about a five minute drive that could have normally been fifteen minutes, the car halted to a sudden stop in a shady looking parking lot. Everyone hopped out of the car with eager looks on their faces. Neither of the men had gone to a bar in a few weeks due to the constant recording and visits from Dan the Automator and Damon Albarn. Yoko, of course, hadn't been to a bar in a good two years. The threesome stepped into the dark bar. The stench of smoke, alcohol, and cologne hit them like a wall. Murdoc happened to like the smell; to Yoko, it was all too familiar. Yoko scouted the place. The poor girl was in fear of another incident. She no longer wanted to see her father anywhere, especially not here or now. The other, demonic half inside of her hadn't come out since that painful night, and she intended to keep it that way. The memory replayed in her mind no matter how many times she screamed at herself to stop. Yoko was now standing against the doorframe staring off when Murdoc pulled her wrist away. "Wot're yew doin, luv?" he asked. "Getting wasted awready? Huh huh huh." Yoko snapped out of her deadening trance and followed Murdoc. She set her bottom down on the leather bar stool and let the pressure that had been building up melt away. The bartender approached them slowly. "Oi, can I 'ave a round o' vodka shots? An', uh…" Murdoc stroked his chin, thinking. "An' ge' 'er a Jack an' Coke." He pointed to Yoko. The bartender turned to 2D. He stumbled upon what to get, until he just ordered a glass of beer. There was silence until the drinks came out. Murdoc looked around for some girl to bring home, while 2D tapped his fingers on his skinny thigh. Yoko, however, still looked around for her father. She knew very well that he wasn't there. He drove her paranoid, though. Yoko watched every turn she made, always trying to be discreet. She never wanted the spotlight, and if it was handed to her, she preferred to pass it away. Yoko also felt that she never had luck with men, either. She was unaware of her beauty. She felt uncomfortable with herself. Yoko didn't even know how she was going to be able to perform big concerts or do interviews with the press, if Gorillaz happened to get popular. She shook all of the thoughts out of her head as a drink was placed in front of her. Yoko had no idea what to do with it. Murdoc had a large amount of shot glasses placed in front of him. "Cheers, luv!" he said as he raised his smallish glass to hers. Yoko faked a smile and held her glass up. 2D joined in and everyone took the first swig of their beverages. The alcohol hit Yoko's tongue like a burning fire. It was mixed with Coca Cola, so it was easier on her taste buds than expected. Murdoc looked at her while picking up another shot glass. "Well, luv?" He looked at her. When she didn't respond for a few seconds, 2D turned to look. "I-I's grea'." she said. Murdoc snickered and took another shot.
"M-M-Mudsssie, why a' we goin' 'home?" Yoko moaned. She was fully drunk and wasn't really with it. Murdoc hadn't gotten drunk even after a round or two of shots, and 2D was only slightly more tipsy than usual. "Ge' in the car, Yoko-girl." he sighed. Yoko was currently clinging to his arm, happy as a clam. Never had he seen her so uncaring and disheveled. He shook her off his arm like she was an attacking, clingy animal. Yoko almost fell into the car laughing hysterically. Murdoc grunted in disgust and got into the driver's side. 2D entered the passenger's side, almost tripping over his own feet. "Hurry up, Fachache, I don' 'ave time fer this!" he complained as he clacked his overgrown fingernails on the wheel. 2D settled himself into the car before Murdoc sped off to Kong, Yoko stifling giggles in the backseat.
The girl's giggling calmed down shortly before they arrived in the car park. Murdoc became concerned when they pulled in. Yoko was being awfully quiet in the backseat. He huffed and got out of the car, 2D following suit. Murdoc walked over to the backseat passenger door to open it. The sight that met him was quite surprising. Yoko was sleeping like a baby, curled up in almost a fetal position. "Aw, look 'a 'er…" 2D mumbled, his elbow resting against the top of the car. "Ge' inside, Dullard. Stay away from Lards if 'e's eatin' in the kitchen." He pointed to the door that lead inside. 2D studied the man. The bottom of his eyes were forming eyes underneath them. "Goo' night, then." 2D waved at Murdoc as he turned around to go inside. Murdoc thought of how he could get the girl inside. He bent in to try to wake her up, thinking that it was the only option. Before his hand hit her shoulder, he hesitated. He crawled into the car and picked up his guitarist bridal style. Kicking the door shut with the back of his Cuban heel, he strutted off to Yoko's room to drop her off.
He entered the lift silently and it paraded up to the third floor. Murdoc walked down the deadly quiet hallways of Kong Studios, passing Noodle and Russel's rooms. He finally reached Yoko's room after five minutes of turning countless corners. The girl was still fully asleep and was making little grunting and snoring noises that even pulled on Murdoc's heartstrings a bit. He gazed at the sign on her door. IT had little skulls and crossbones on it, along with come generic pink flowers that Noodle had helped draw a few years ago. When nobody was looking, Murdoc had grabbed a Sharpie and drew a small, unnoticeable inverted cross in the lower right hand corner. He cackled quietly at the sight and opened the cream colored door. He was greeted by an eerie blue light that bathed the room in a reassuring darkness. He looked around her spacious room before approaching her bed. Posters of The Clash, the Beatles, Black Sabbath and Electric Light Orchestra decorated the walls. Magazines and clothing were tossed every which way, along with stuffed animals and vinyl records of all sorts. Yoko's room was like a collection of things scattered everywhere. Treasures were hidden within the mess; you just had to be brave enough to search to find the many diamonds in the rough. Murdoc walked over to the modern, four poster bed and set the girl down, covering her in her blankets. He stared at her face. She had matured a lot in the past three years, more than he could ever imagine. Sighing, he took one last look at her before leaving. He pecked her cheek before striding out to his Winnebago, Cuban heels clacking throughout the hallways.
Yoko was sound asleep in her bed, not dreaming of anything. She kicked the covers off, heat surging though her young, overloaded body. Voices were chanting in her head again. A voice similar to her own chanted her name. Putting her pillow over her head, the sound was muffled slightly, which lead her to believe that someone other than herself was in her room. She squirmed and emerged from out of her bed looking like she had been through a war. Her hear was sticking out everywhere and was matted to the top of her head, the minimal makeup she wore was smeared. Her shirt had a suspicious stain on it. She walked slowly around her room, hands ready to strike if need be. "'Ello?" she growled. "Ova 'ere, luv." said a sultry voice that sounded like her own, only much more mature and strong. Yoko whipped around to face her long mirror. She turned a shade of ghostly white at the reflection that greeted her. It was an older version of her, dressed in a black leather jumpsuit and high heeled red boots. She was a good five inches taller and was as tan as a California girl. The low cut of the jumpsuit frightened the real Yoko tremendously, and a red bra was visible from underneath it. "W-W-Who are yew?" Yoko stepped back. "Hun, I'm the otha' 'alf of yew. Yew neva wondered who had come ou' when yew go' mad? Tha' was me, luv!" she laughed loudly. "Sshh! You'll wake people up!" Yoko said in a hushed tone. "Luv, you're the only one that can hear or see me." he said, her lips in a pouting position. Yoko shifted her weight from foot to foot. "Yoko-dear, I don't know if you've noticed by now, bu' you're part demon." She giggled like a little school girl. Yoko stared at her. "N-No. I'm no'." Her fists balled up as she spoke. "I've been hidden for sooo long, yew 'ave no idea." she said as she twisted a lock of her hair, which had light, bubbly curls. "I know of all of your desires. Yew wan' ta get your Daddy Dear off yer back, yew want to be able to work the spotlight, yew want boys…" she listed. She giggled when she said boys. Yoko was about to deny it all until she realized that this Yoko was right. All of these things were things she longed for. "W-Wot can yew do about i'?" Yoko stuttered, almost falling down on her bed. "Well, luv, if yew jus' let me come ou' a bi' more, you'll 'ave all yew wan' an' more." she purred. The offer was tempting, too tempting. "Yew know yew wan' ta live lik' your lil' friend, oh, wot's 'is name, Murdoc Niccals? Yew know yew wan' the dates, the fame, the alcohol. I saw yew tonigh'. Don' think I don' know." she winked. She was coaxing Yoko like a little kitten. "Y-Yew do. Where do I sign?" Yoko asked, looking for a contract. A paper flew from the ceiling, complete with a pre-inked quill. "Jus' sign a' the bottom, luv." she smiled sickly. Yoko didn't read the contract at all, and signed her name in perfect cursive. "Well, done, dear, well done. Have fun, and I'll be with yew when ya need me!" she said before snapping her fingers. In an instant, she was gone, and so was Yoko.
Everything around her was black. Panicking, she fluttered her eyes open to be greeted by rays of sunlight reflecting off of everything. She cured under her breath and got up, sweat covering her clothes. She grumbled and stepped out of bed, not bothering to make it. A loud knocking was apparent at her door. "Yoko! Ge' your arse ou' o' bed! We're leavin' in a 'alf hour for the airport!" Murdoc screamed. Yoko normally would have ignored the screaming, but with this new attitude, she was not going to tolerate it. Not one bit.
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