AN: Hello, there's a lot of warnings for this chapter. Cursing, drug abuse, depressing topics. I don't sugar coat anything, enjoy :)
Phase 2:
2-D layed down on his bed. He rubbed his forehead with his boney hands. The cigarette between his lips was burning up in between inhale and exhale of smoke. The ashes were accumulating quickly but 2-D couldn't be bothered to flick them off. Instead, he sighed in exushion. It was 10 am and the day was already shit.
2-D woken up at eight (too early for 2-D) to the sound of Noodle and Murdoc yelling. 2-D had gone out the previous night and had a mild hangover, so he was not pleased to woken up so early and over such trivial matters. Apparently, Noodle had filmed the music video for DARE a few days ago without telling anybody, much to Murdoc's dismay. The two argued for a good fifteen minutes before Noodles went to her room yelling a string of English and Japanesse curse words.
Already awake, 2-D decided to go and get some breakfast. He walked into the kitchen only to see Murdoc, beer bottle in hand, perched up by the counters. Murdoc snarled at 2-D. He studied the younger blue haired singer.
"You knew about the little bitch's video, didn't you?"
The younger man took a while to digest what Murdoc had said. After a few seconds, 2-D flinched a bit at Murdoc's new nickname for their guitarist. "What? Don't call 'er a bitch, Murdoc! She's just a girl, you know. She's probably just goin' through... teenage… stuff… yeah. An', I don't know nothing about any video, she ain't doin' porn, is she?".
Murdoc rolled his eyes. "You're so dim, face ache. No, she ain't doing porn", Murdoc imated. "She fucking filmed the video for DARE with out telling anyone! It's a boring video too! All it is is her dancing around and shit. And she had the guts to say that I was showing off in the Feel Good Inc video! I'm not having a Gorillaz music video just be of a fourteen year old girl dancing in her Japanesse Sushi-bar looking room with a fucking ugly head! I won't have it!".
2-D looked blankly at the bassist. He didn't really have an issue with the video that Murdoc just described. It seemed pretty fine to 2-D. 2-D scratched his head. He was just glad Noodle wasn't doing porn or something like that.
"Oh", was all he said.
"Oh", Murdoc mimicked. "You seem extra slow this morning, are you high or something?", Murdoc asked snarkily.
"What? No, I just got a bit of a 'angover. And, personally, I don't see what the issue is with the DARE thingy, it really ain't our song in the first place," 2-D replied truthfully.
Murdoc winced in anger. Did he really not see the issue with the video? It paid full attention to Noodle, not the band, not Murdoc. He was the one who created the band, after all, shouldn't he be the star? "You're so incompatent!", Murdoc yelled. He threw his beer bottle at the singer, who ducked just in time.
"What did I do, Muds?", 2-D asked fearfully in defence.
Murdoc stomped up to 2-D, who was backing up until he hit the wall. "I'll tell you what you did, dullard." Murdoc grabbed 2-D by his collar. Even though 2-D was much taller, the singer was much skinnier and slouched a lot, giving him a cowering appearance. 2-D winced as the bassist lifted him from the ground. "You're retarded, that's what! You can't even see what this music video can do to the reputation of Gorillaz! You really want people to think of a dancing teenage girl when someone says "Gorillaz"! So fucking retarded!".
Murdoc raised his hand to slap 2-D. 2-D flinched and began to anticipate the pain that was to come.
"Hey!".
Murdoc turned to face the owner of the voice. Standing by the entrance of the doorway was a short figure with jet black hair. Behind the shaggy black bangs that covered most of the girl's eyes, rage and anger were painted on her eyes.
"Put him down, Murdoc!", Noodle raged.
Murdoc laughed. Was he going to be intimidated by a girl, barely five feet tall wearing blue pajamas and pigtails? No, he was not. He merely smirked at the girl before slapping the singer. 2-D winced at the pain before looking at Noodle with pure horror.
Noodle swiftly grabbed one of the many empty beer bottles on the counter. She closed one eye and looked at the lizard like man, aiming. She lifted the empty bottle and carefully threw it at the bassist. "You're such a dick!", she yelled with her heavy accent before the bottle crashed.
The bottle hit Murdoc right on the tip of his head. It shattered and landed everywhere. Murdoc dropped 2-D immediately and grabbed his head. Murdoc looked at the girl with disbelief. Did she really just do that? Murdoc looked at his hands, they were speckled with blood.
"You bitch", Murdoc muttered to himself. "You could have killed me!", Murdoc yelped. Noodle crossed her arms. She narrowed her eyes. She was unremorseful.
"You always are beating on 2-D, but when someone treats you the way you treat 2-D, you don't like, do you? You're lucky I didn't kill you, a blow to your neck and it would be game over! But, I was careful were I threw the bottle. You never are. You are an asshole, Murdoc Niccals", Noodle hissed.
Murdoc and Noodle stared at each other for a few seconds before Murdoc retreated to his disgusting winnebago. Noodle helped 2-D off the floor and told him to sit down. She made him a bowl of cereal before beginning to sweep up the broken glass.
"Thanks Noodle", 2-D grimly said while eating. He didn't want to be reliant on a young girl to help him with his own adult troubles. He was thankful, yet disappointed that he couldn't do what she did.
"It was nothing", Noodle replied as she continued to clean. "You boys are so messy", she mumbled. "I'm gonna go out today. I'm tired of listening to Murdoc's bullshit and I want to see people my own age."
2-D nooded. He understood where the girl was coming from, she didn't want to be around the pickled bastard. 2-D didn't want to be around him either. Maybe he would go out too.
"Where you gonna go?". 2-D inquired.
"Eh, I don't know. I think some of the boys want to go see a movie or something. Maybe we'll go to a park or something. Anywhere but here", Noodle stated as she finished up her cleaning.
"Is your boyfriend gonna be there?", 2-D teased with a goofy grin.
Noodle blushed. "Stop Toochi", she whined before playfully kicking the singer's shin.
"Oww!".
"It's what you get", Noodle replied with mock annoyance. She stuck her tongue out at 2-D. 2-D smiled back and waved. Noodle threw the towel she used to clean on 2-D's head and left the kitchen. 2-D laughed. Noodle was always a breath of fresh air.
2-D got up, did his dish, and walked the halls of Kong. Maybe he would play video games to pass the day. There wasn't any work to be done for the album or any music videos, so 2-D was free for the day. 2-D played a few rounds of a new game. It seemed like the hectic morning had died down. That is until:
"You're NOT going out! You're grounded!".
"I'm not grounded!", an accented voice yelled.
"Well you are now!".
"For what!?"
"FOR THROWING A FUCKING BEER BOTTLE AT MY HEAD!", Murdoc yelled.
"You deserved it! You can't ground me, you don't own me! I'm leaving this damn building!". 2-D heard a door slam before Murdoc yelling "That Bitch!". Murdoc stormed his way up into the living room and looked eyes with 2-D.
"If it wasn't for you, she wouldn'ta throw the bottle!", Murdoc yelled as he picked up a lamp. He looked at the younger man with anger before chucking the lamp at him. The bluenette yelped and pushed himself up against the couch with his hands blocking his head and neck.
"It's your fault she hates me!"
Thunk. Murdoc threw a table at 2-D.
"No- Muds", 2-D quivered. "I didn't-"
"Shut it!"
Thunk. Murdoc threw a chair at 2-D.
"You're such a dumb bastard, you know that?", Murdoc snarled before storming off.
2-D sat curled up on the couch a few minutes before he was sure Murdoc had left. He unsprawled himself and sat on the couch. He rubbed his side where Murdoc had thrown the furniture. 2-D picked up the table and chair and placed the broken lamp on it before retreating into his room.
2-D took a cigarette out of his pocket. He lit it and inhaled deeply. Sweet sweet nicotine. 2-D went to his nightstand and spotted his orange pill bottle. The only thing that 2-D could always get comfort from was the residents of the said orange bottle. How nice it would be to have one in his system right now. He grabbed his little bottle of poison.
2-D layed down on his bed. He rubbed his forehead with his boney hands. The cigarette between his lips was burning up in between inhale and exhale of smoke. The ashes were accumulating quickly but 2-D couldn't be bothered to flick them off. Instead, he sighed in exushion. It was 10 am and the day was already shit.
Why did Murdoc have to be this way? Why was he such an asshole? Why did he always beat on 2-D? Did he hate 2-D? But, Murdoc and 2-D got along sometimes, how come other times Murdoc was a bastard? Why did he only hurt 2-D? It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair.
"It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair", 2-D heard himself mumble through the smoke.
2-D turned to look at the bottle in his grip. It would sure be nice to be comforted by the pills, to lay down on artificial clouds. 2-D unscrewed the bottle cap. He slowly took a few out on his hand. He looked around for some water finding a half empty water bottle. He placed the pills on his tongue before taking a gulp of water.
2-D waited for the feeling he craved from the drug. When 2-D felt the downers at work, he didn't feel satisfied. He decided to take two more, just to really do the trick. 2-D finally felt some relief in this day. He kissed his pill bottle before setting it back down on his night stand.
2-D decided to dedicate this day to marinating in his sadness and getting fucked up. Getting fucked up always made things better. It was the one thing 2-D would always have (wait till plastic beach, bitch). If there was one thing that him an Murdoc had in common, it was that they both liked getting fucked up until there was nothing that could hurt them.