Chapter Five

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A/N: Chapter Five is here! More fluff! WOOO! Thanks for the reviews and all attempts to get me reviews, it's very appreciated!
By dinnertime, Noodle has her room set up and is already starting to clean the hallways. LYK WHOAMYGOD WE HAVE A RED CARPET.

The good thing about her is that, aside from her being a jackpot of unseen talent, she's very fruitful. She gets the job done once she sets to it, which is great, no matter what career (unless she's an assassin or something). Problem is, Noodle has her ways and we have ours and she was not familiar with them, such as when dinner comes around, we take our food and go to our own rooms. Not anymore. Although the pizza had already been ordered, there'd be no more "isolation-dining," as she put it.

Muds, Russel, and I found ourselves being yanked from our rooms (Noodle has every square foot of the house memorized in five seconds, from the space behind the toilet to the closet in my closet) and dragged to the dining room to be seated. The doorbell rang, Noodle practically threw the money in the delivery guy's face, and opened the box in the center of the table.

Slapping Russ' outreached hand away from the delicious pie, she rationed out pieces, then took everyone's requests for drinks. Her seat was next to mine, and Murdoc, who took an instant 'liking' to her, punched me sharply when she went into the kitchen and told me to switch seats with him. I thought about saying no, but after the third punch I gave in and moved. Noodle wasn't pleased. (You should've seen the look on her face when she came back in. I think she was ready to dump that soda on his filthy head.)

"Ok," she said, taking her own seat, "I just need to see everyone here, but I don't care much for table manners, so go crazy."

So she and Russel started talking (Russel still did not know exactly who she was or why she was here), with annoying little remarks from Muds ever so often, who was getting mad she wasn't loving him at first sight, and I sat, saying nothing, poking at my pizza. So when Noodle stops talking, she looks over at me like a parent who thinks their child has a fever and goes, "2D, what's wrong?"

I open my mouth to say something and Muds goes, "Oh, 'e neva talks. Shy as a baby, ain't that right, ache face? nd' he's got an eattin' problem, 'e does–"

But Noodle makes this noise like clearing her throat and Murdoc shuts up (thank god) and looks at her and she says, "Gomen, Murdoc-sama, but I think if 2D-chan has something to tell me, he'd want to tell me. And he can tell me whenever he wants. I don't need a translator."

And Muds is taken aback, like whoa, you just got served. Or maybe he just doesn't understand bits of Japanese like I do. But he thinks she's hot, and won't kick her out or yell at her, so in the tiniest voice I've ever heard from him, he mutters, "Sorry, love," and sits there and sulks.

And to spite him, I take a small bite from the tip of the pizza, and Noodle smiles, pleased. And it's not from the fact that I'm eating.

So our dinner went on like that. After, Noodle brought out her guitar and started playing, only the tip of the iceberg of her ability, a demo video game, but everyone was really happy because what they had seen was good. So Murdy, trying to stay on her good side now, told her she could play and sing, if she wanted. How very generous.

That was the night Noodle found out my secret... one of those things I hadn't wanted to tell her just yet.A secret that involved razors, knives, any sharp objects, if you get my drift. It was late, zombies already well into their parading around, and as I came down from the bathroom to get a glass of sparkling water, she was there, watching telly from the bar and eating potato chips.

"What're you doing up?" she asked, and I smiled and asked, "No, what're you doin' up?" And before she could answer, she saw my bleeding arm and was like, 'Oh my god, what happened, 2D-san?"

"Err... I don't...know, I guess... I...yeah," I stuttered, like a dumbutt and she grabbed my arm (like I said before, she is REALLY strong) and eyed it and said grimly, "This is a razor cut."

Haha. So little Noods could tell. But it wasn't half as bad as some of the stuff I've done. And she stared at me coldly and wouldn't let my arm go, or maybe I just have no muscle. She stared at me and came to the conclusion.

"Don't tell me you..."

And I shrugged and she glared and said darkly, "You're intolerant to... how many things? More then fifteen? You don't eat meat, only chicken? You barely eat what you can! Do you know how hard it is to supply the blood that keeps you here with m— us?"

Did she almost say what I thought she said?

And I made a weak attempt to stand up for myself. "It's only a drop..."

But she pressed a towel to the wound and I saw it was much more than that.

And she warned me. "I'm only fifteen and I can tell you you are going down the wrong path. And I'm not talking about saving souls or any of that, just plain old I-don't-want-to-be-in-a-band-with-a-bunch-of-life-ruiners! We aren't cutters, we're a family!"

So I looked at her and she bristled, but she was sad, too. And suddenly I felt bad, because this is what we had asked for, a girl to bring us together and make us better, and here I was, fucking it up.

And I shook my head and said, "Noodle... There is a lot I 'aven't told ya, an' I'm sorry. But Muds was right, I do 'ave an eattin' problem, an' a ton more, as ya can see. We all do, nd' I wanted ta tell ya earlier, but I thought ya'd be scared."

Noodle looked at me, and I felt a connection to her, like an electromagnet. This was the girl meant to save us, to help us and our careers. We were a family, a family with a new member, and saving souls or not, that's what she was doing. Only fifteen She hugged me, the first time she ever had, and said, "So let me help you."

And no doubt, she could, and would.