Sister Tokyo
This is my first Gorillaz fanfic and I don't own Gorillaz (sob!) neither am i related to them in any way (double sob!) Read & review please !
Day One
It has been a relatively quiet day at Kong Studio; the still air punctuated by moans of the zombies roaming outside as the setting sun cast its last rays upon them. The Gorillaz were in the instruments room writing songs and pissing around. Russel and Noodle were doing the song-writing part while Murdoc and 2D handled the pissing-around pretty well. It was nearing dusk and the bassist with his lead singer were already a quantum leap past drunk. "H-hey...How 'bout a song 'bout gettin' pissh...piffft...fish dunk ? ", 2D slurred before Murdoc threw an empty beer bottle at him. The bottle hit 2D's head and bounded off with a resounding 'clonk!'. The Satanist sniggered half-heartedly. Russ sighed and muttered, " We're never gonna get any work done with you two boozeheads like this..." Beside him, Noodle tuned her acoustic guitar for the umpteenth time and stirred restlessly in her seat. In fact, she has been a little restless for the past few days, Russel thought. He wondered why. Should he ask her if there was anything she would like to tell him ? Russ looked at Noodle who was still fiddling with her guitar. Nah, he decided not to. After all, she was wiser and had more intelligence than half the band. Surely she could fix her own problems ?
Noodle slid of the sofa and walked over to the window . The evening sky over the wastelands of Essex had turned a purplish-blue colour like 2D's bruises. It was however a nice comforting colour and Noodle exhaled deeply before assuming a yoga position which she had tried teaching 2D who was convinced that she was trying to twist his head off his scrawny, hickie-marked neck.. Then she saw it. A white, shadowy figure making its way through the wastelands towards Kong. Have the zombies taken to wearing white ? No, that was dumb and anyway, this lone figure moved too fluidly to be a zombie - they were more jerky in movement. The zombies were roused by the arrival of this stranger and started towards it. Noodle jumped when she heard an almighty moan and was surprised at her own reaction. Was she losing her grip on things ?
The others have heard it too and Russel went over to the window. 2D's blank eyes snapped open and he turned pale. "Oh, no...They're back !", he exclaimed and blindly reached for the nearest weapon - Murdoc's Cuban-heeled foot. After giving 2D a good kick in the face, the nasty bassist got up and went over to where Russ stood and peered out. There were a lot of dark shadowy figures staggering around with bits and pieces falling off. The strange thing was that the zombies weren't even coming anywhere near the studio.. They just dropped like flies around the figure in white advancing towards Kong. Then before the Gorillaz knew it, it was at Kong. The doorbell chimed. "Sweet Satan !", Murdoc yelled. "They've bleedin' learn t' use the doorbell !" and laughed harshly as 2D whimpered and passed out. Russel scowled and said, " Why didja hafta do dat, Muds ? 'Was mean of ya..."
The doorbell sounded again. "Go get the door, Muds", Russ ordered. Murdoc turned on him and snarled, "Hey, now, wait 'ere, who died and made you band leader, eh ? Since when you started callin' the shots 'round 'ere !" The ever-cool drummer replied, "Well, I'm gonna get 'D here a coupla colourful pills so unless you wanna help play nurse..." The bassist scowled. Noodle was already getting a glass of water. "What, Muds, ya 'fraid of what's at the door ?", Russ added in taunt. Noodle said," Don't worry, Murdoc-sama, it's not a zombie" before splashing 2D in the face with the water, nearly drowning him. Murdoc stomped out of the room; spitting mad and muttering curses at his drummer.The doorbell rang again, this time longer and more insistent. " I'm coming, I'm coming fer Satan's sake !", he yelled. Who can it be ? Usually nobody except die-hard party animals came to Kong after sunset. There was no party tonight. The zombies were on a steady diet of crazed fans, pesky reporters and groupies until the people finally got the message and stopped poking around after sunset unless in an armoured vehicle.
Murdoc grabbed the handle of the door and hesitated for a moment. Noodle better be right about the white figure not being a zombie. He didn't fancy any part of him being something else's dinner. He swung open the door and was taken aback when a bouquet of flowers was thrust into his face. " Wot th' bleedin'...", the bassist managed to say before a barrage of Japanese answered his unasked question. Therefore his first thought was "crazy, buck-toothed Noodle fan" so he hollered down the corridor for his young axe princess. "Oi, Noodle ! It's a bleedin' fan o' yers who fought off legions of' bleedin' zombies just t' see you...",Murdoc said halfway before actually noticing that "Noodle fan" was female and,"...why, hello ! I'm Murdoc Niccals, leader of th' band. Care for a drink ?"
"Noodle fan" contrary to Murdoc's first thought, had nice, straight pearly whites and she was smiling the cheekiest grin ever. Murdoc could barely see her cat-like Oriental eyes beneath her thick bangs and she had straight green hair with the ends bound together by white tape. Ooh, nice measurements, he thought as he scrutinised her body clad in a simple white collared blouse and leather micromini. She even wore loud, mismatched knee-high stockings like Noodle. The Satanist wondered if all Asian girls have a thing for knee-high stockings. He also wondered how long would it take to bed her. By the looks of it, maybe he could break his personal record time of 43 seconds. While the foul-smelling yet sexy bassist had dirty thoughts running through his mind quicker than the Japanese bullet train, the other three have arrived at the lobby with 2D (...hey, there's green giraffes tap-dancing in front of me...) leaning on Russel for support.
"Onesan !", Noodle stopped dead in her tracks. "Onesan !", she half-said, half-whispered again. Even beneath her thick fringe Russ could see her black eyes widening. " I take it that you know each other...Now 'ow 'bout that drink ?", Murdoc said before he was knocked off his feet by a ballistic bouquet of flowers. "Noodle fan" ran over to where Noodle stood and hugged her; all the while jabbering in Jap lingo. Noodle had her dark hair ruffled, her cheeks pinched and was still quite slow to react to it all. Murdoc got up on his feet and interjected by pulling "Noodle fan" off his guitarist, saying," 'lright, now 'ands off 'er. She's studio liability, can't 'ave you damaging my goods..."
But then Noodle surprised him - and everyone else - by announcing, " She's my sister, Murdoc-sama."
Day Four
"A-ARGHH !"
In the studio kitchen, four heads looked at the direction of the carpark before turning to look at each other as Murdoc's dulcet tones rocked the studio. A few minutes later, he burst into the kitchen with a haggard look on his face. " My booze, my lil baggies ! Everything gone !",he exclaimed. Russel led his bassist gently to a chair and sat him down. Obviously the thought of his stash going missing has gotten to Murdoc's head. 2D timidly offered his idol a bent cigarette in hopes that it will stave off any forthcoming beatings.
The bassist sucked deeply at the lit fag. "Are you sure they're all gone ? Maybe you used 'em up...",Russ said. Muds shook his head morosely and mumbled,"Nergh..." Russel thought for awhile when suddenly Noodle piped up, "Murdoc-sama, your Winne is so messy and there's garbage everywhere, so how can you actually find them ?" Russ said, "My sentiments exactly." The bassist replied, "That's it ! They're all gone too ! In fact, me sheets 'ave been changed, I actu'lly 'ave got clean laundry and the whole Winne has been freakin' sterilised ! Sweet Satan, she'll never be the same again..."
2D edged his chair a little way out of Murdoc's hitting range before whispering to Noodle, "Tha's n' improof'men' really..." Noodle stifled a giggle and then plate of rice balls with various toppings wrapped in seaweed - sushi - was placed before the Gorillaz by a pair of slender tan hands. Noodle's face lit up. "This sushi...I make, ergh, very good... Try it ?", Vanilla asked. "Soo-she, you say ?", 2D asked, helping himself to one. Then another. And another. Soon all of them were happily digging into "sticky fish rice goop soo-she" as 2D put it.
Vanilla slid into a chair beside a sullen Murdoc who wasn't partaking in the feast and gently prodded him, "Murdoc-sama, you not hungry, no? You is not liking my sushi ? You want ergh, 'booo-ze and lil beg-gy', no ?" Murdoc turned and stared at his guitarist's elder sister who got up and opened a kitchen cupboard. His bottles of hard liquor and colour-coded plastic baggies were neatly arranged. The burnt out ciggie dropped ashes all over his lap as it hung loosely between the bassist's lips. His stash. "S-sumimasen, Murdoc-sama...", Vanilla stammered before launching into a full apology in Japanese. Noodle was torn between looking amused and deeply mortified by her sister's bravery but nevertheless translated, "Umm, it'd be easier to just say that she went on a spring-cleaning spree and cleaned the Winne, 2D's basement room, Russel's room and hey, mine !"
"Oh, crikey, clean underwear !", 2D chirped, pooping the last sushi into his mouth. Murdoc glared at his guitarist's elder sister. Cute as she was..."Next time, don't ! In fact, don't let there be a next time !", the Satanist yelled and grabbing a fruit basket, upended its contents - an apple core, banana peel, used condom, scratched CD...nope, no fruits - and filled it with his stash and a bottle. With that, he stomped out of the kitchen. Russ patted Vanilla on the arm and reassured her that "he'll get over it, that ungrateful bastard." She grinned sheepishly. She liked the American drummer a lot. He has been so nice to her since day one. Noodle dragged Van off to her room for a round on the game console.
- flashback -
"What're you doing here ! Why are you in Britian ?"
"You don't look very pleased to see me..."
"Well, what did you expect ? Welcome banners and balloons ? You didn't bother telling me, you didn't call in advance, no mail, no messages !", Noodle said,striking her Les Paul with a violent wave of her hand; producing a riff that drowned all other sounds. When it died down, she exhaled and sat down cross-legged on the tatami.
"I knew you were coming. So what happened in Tokyo ? What did you do ? Did your assignment go awry ?", she asked the lanky, dark-skinned girl she as talking to. The girl bowed her head and frowned. " A few broken arms, a broken leg and one in intensive care at the moment...", she said to a disbelieving Noodle. "...and ?", Noodle prompted to which the reluctant reply was, "...and one left naked in a frozen meats locker and the target escaped..." Noodle groaned. At least she didn't kill anyone. This time. Well at least not yet. "Is the target in Britian then ? That's why you're here ?", Noodle asked.
"Well, actually no... I was ordered to disappear for awhile...And hey, why do your bandmates keep calling me Vanilla ? I was just telling them it was my favourite ice-cream flavour, that's all !", the dark girl said, shaking her green-haired head.
"Because that's the only English word you know and it'll stick...", Noodle explained. "Trust me, I know..."
"So can I stay then ? I'll keep a low profile and everything, I'll cook, clean, anything. Please ?" Noodle strummed her guitar gently and thought deeply. Having a 17-year-old sister who is a part-time musician, part-time yakuza assasin living in a studio with a hygienically-challenged Satanic bassist, a horror movie afficiando with an angel's voice and a drummer whose ghost buddy inhabits his head; not to mention the zombies roaming outside the studio...hey, what's the worse that can happen ?
"I suppose you could..."
"Yeah, banzai !"
- flashback : end -
-yes, it's not very good, is it ? Why don't you tell me ? I've the next update done already but if this sucks, weelll...-
- big sis
-sorry
-great!