Disclaimer: Gorillaz ain't mine. If they were ... oh, so many things I could screw around with...

AU: I'm a pervert, so in conclusion, I wrote Murdoc/Noodle. Because Muds has so much more to offer than 2D. Wrote this the day after 'Gorillaz : Cold' during Latin. So, sorry if it's a little jambled.

He wasn't paying attention to the conversation that fluttered about the room, in desperation to make things interesting. Murdoc had been like that for a while now, actually. The cigarette dangling from his lips was slowly wasting away, not being used to it's full extent. Occasionally it would drop ash between the Satanist's Jean-clad thighs and onto the threadbare sofa below, into a small pile of ash that had met it's doom before the newer did.
For the entire time he'd been sitting there, his mismatched eyes were focused on the pair who lounged on the love seat a few feet from the sofa he and Russell shared. Noodle had latched herself onto 2D's arm (though the dullard was probably too hopped up on painkillers to really notice anything at all), and had remained just like that for a week, now, never releasing the man unless one or the other needed to use the toilet or sleep ... that kind of thing.
He, however, would never admit to anyone that'd in this case, he'd be glad to switch places with the vocalist any given moment.
The large black man beside Murdoc nudged him gently. When he looked over to Russell, the percussionist shot him a gaze that meant nothing more than "Stop staring, you gigantic freak."
Moments passed, and the bassist finally inhaled the smoke from the now-burning filter. He dropped the butt onto the shag carpet below. He stood, crushing it with the heel of his boot before striding casually away without a word to the other members of the band he'd deemed 'Gorillaz' two or three years ago.
Once escaping to the safe-although-putrid-smelling confines of his Winnebago, he headed to the fridge, grabbing one beer to start off with before crashing onto his ripping, stained mattress, popping the cap off the bottle and taking a swig of the amber liquid within. Murdoc figured he had a good plan, get shifted as Hell and pass out until pass noon the following day.
However things did not go as planned. After drinking half of the twelve-pack, he couldn't stop thinking about the 14-year-old Japanese guitarist, his axe princess. That fucking dullard took her away. At this rate, he'd be sleeping with the girl before next month.
Unless...
Murdoc got up, discarding his half-empty bottle of beer onto the filthy carpet below and exited the 'Bago, heading inside Kong Studios...

Me: VIVE LA CHAPTER ONE! I'm afraid that the next chapter will have to be posted on my livejournal, because frowns upon NC-17 stuffs. Review and I'll find your email address, and notify you when it's up. Thanks! 3