Whoo, no assignments ! I've completed this ficcie, yay ! And I did it while babysitting (i got Gerber's all over my laptop). Anyways, thanks to Patricia and Yumi-chan427 for their lovely reviews. No, I don't own Gorillaz, their music or anything related to 'em. Hey, I just write fics, no harm done ! Last chapter, R & R, alla you !

Day Eight

Noodle awoke to the wails of sirens now louder than ever. She scanned her room with bleary eyes for the now familiar sight of her green-haired sister. Instant ramen cups, Chinese takeaway cartons, Pikachu doll, her Les Paul, more guitars, amps, pedals...no Vanilla. No Vanilla. Panic mounted inside her. "Onesan ? Vanilla-chan !" Noodle scrambled to her feet.

The events of the night before flashed through her mind. The great sushi feast with lots of sake which made 2D happily sick, screams from the 'bago as Van twisted Murdoc into a yoga position which she told him to practice daily to help him quit smoking, the late-night party in Noodle's room...the now-haunting beats of "Dare" pounded in Noodle's ears. They were dancing to that; Noodle and Van. "Onesan !" Her small feet brought her to the ground floor lobby. The wails of sirens were now in sync with the climaxing panic in Noodle; she could see Vanilla's emerald locks just bouncing before her eyes yet when she reached out it moved further away.

"Whaddaya know...you got her in bed af'er all."

"Shut it,'D... I thought she was trying some'ing kinky...", muttered the bassist to 2D. He winced as he gently rubbed some life back into his sore shoulder. But he had to admit he was breathing more easily and didn't urge strongly for a puff. The both of them were standing at the doorway of Kong watching a retreating figure dressed in white with a leather micromini and knee-high stockings. Her long green hair with the ends bound in white tape flapped in the wind. "Think we'll ever see 'er 'gain, Murdoc ?", asked 2D, smoothing an imaginery wrinkle on his new bright orange shirt which said "SUSHI KING KONG"

"She'd be'er come back regu'arly...'r else who's gonna unclog my toilet, clean th' studio kitc'en, get me beer, get up at 3am t' cook me supper, chase th' zombies away, feed Cortez...Yeah, I hope so", concluded the selfish Satanist.

No. She can't be leaving. "Onesan ! One-SAN !", Noodle yelled running towards Vanilla's retreating figure with her arms outstretched. Come back. You haven't stayed long enough. I need to talk to you, to tell you things. I need you, a sister. "Onesan !" She reached the doorway and was suddenly suspended into the air, a pair of arms encircling her waist. "Oh no you don't, love...Let 'er go, Noodle", said Murdoc as he held on tight to prevent her from running any further. Noodle screamed and struggled. Way back when she was a mere ten years old, holding onto her wouldn't have been a problem, heck, she even treated her bandmates like human playgrounds. But now she was pre-teen and what with raging hormones etc. , Murdoc held tighter. She didn't have to go chasing Van now if Van wanted to leave. He had received specific instructions on that enforced by a little more yoga. "Onesan ! Iie(1) ! One-SAN, IIE !" Murdoc tried his best to hush her in a most discomforting, akward manner, " 'ere, c'mon, love, she want'd t' leave, 's nobody's doin', so let 'er go. Erm...there, there, don't cry ?"

He wasn't even sure if she was crying. He had never seen his ice maiden riffmeister shed a tear and it was unlikely she would do so now. Her hysteria had stopped and she consented to being pried away from Murdoc's grasp by 2D who hugged her while saying, "I'm sure she'll back before long..." Through her misty eyes, Noodle watched Vanilla go. The wails of sirens were screaming now and soon they saw the red and blue flashes. Yes, she'll be back before long, Noodle thought. She probably has some unfinished business to take care of and knowing the yakuza, it'll take some time. Anyway, she has left Noodle in the capable hands of three 'brothers' and this is a consoling thought.Vanilla disappeared.

- later... -

Russel Hobbs twirled his drumsticks in his hands and closed his white eyes. The place on his cheek where she kissed him still burned. The sounds of "Dare" played in his head and he saw two giggling girls dancing to it. Two sticks, one gold and one red, came down and found their mark on the drums. And he played the beat.

The sound reached the ears offive police officers, an irate Murdoc, 2D and Noodle. "I'm tellin' you I ain't got no fugi'ives, assasins and what-'ave-you in my studio !", snarled the bassist. "Now geroff my proper'y or I'll sue !"

"Yeah, we'll set th' zombies on you", said a eerie balank-eyed young man. The officer doing the questioning was getting pretty uneasy with the wasteland scenery, the weird Gorillaz and the mention of zombies. Rich and famous bands have a right to be eccentric and do wild, unimaginable things but..."I'm really sorry, Mr Niccals but we've been informed that there's a yakuza assasin hiding out in your studio so...", he faltered and wilted under Noodle's icy glare. The beat was getting on his fellow officers' nerves.

"...a female...dangerous...wanted by Japanese Interpol...erh, I..."

"I'LL INVOKE SATAN T' BURN YOU ALIVE IF YOU DON'T... !" but the police officers were already scrambling into their patrol cars.

(1) - no !

-aaaannndd...it's over. Everybody breath deeply now ! Here's a lil author's footnote : hey, thanks to all of you who have taken the time to read & review my first G-fic. If it was mental torture, weeell...ahaha. So help me improve, criticise ! Noticed I said criticise, not bloody flame me ! I've a feeling I overdid the emotional Noodle bit and Murdoc was a wee bit out of character but so wot ! And to those who thought this fic utterly sucked...weeelll...b'g'r offayer. Just kidding. Once again, R & R yar ! I've got a 2nd fic brewing in th' ol' noodle by the way and I don't wanna hear any of that "No, don't write anymore ! Oh, the horror of it all !" crap. I'm gonna write so wot !-