Ch. 9 Escalators
Paula, lost and confused, went up to the window and tried to see what he was looking at, or for. Then, she saw it. On top of the cliff, at the edge of a forest, was something small. It was wobbling toward nowhere and wearing a red, black, and white top, and big, tatty, black boots. It fell down and hobbled it's way back up. It was standing and just stood there.
"No freaking way." 2D said. Paula knew exactly what he was talking about. The thing that was hobbling around on the cliff was exactly what he was staring at. That thing was Noodle.
"MUDDS!" 2D screamed. He walked over to Murdoc.
"Wah… err…what is it dullard." Murdoc groggily replied.
"Do you still 'ave them helly-copters?" 2D asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"I think she is alive"
"OH! Well you should 'ave said that! 'Ere you go, mind your head when you get in." and with that, Murdoc tossed 2D the keys to his helicopter. 2D caught the keys and pulled on a jacket. He stuffed the keys in his pocket and walked over to Paula.
"C'mon Paula," 2Dsaid, grabbing Paula's hand. They ran over to the door and he pulled it open. A sleeping girl fell at their feet. It was Luna. 2D nudged her head with his foot and she instantly jolted up. She wiped her face and looked up at them.
"Oh, uh, hi 2D," Luna said, she was blushing furiously and frowning even more than before. "I bet you're wondering why I was sleeping there, aren't you?"
"Well, yea, a little I am." 2D replied with his blank and confused glare. "But you can save it for later. Now, Paula and I need to leave."
"Why, where are you going?"
"Tell you later." 2D said. His grip tightened on Paula's hand and he took off down the corridor, dragging a confused Paula behind him. He made it to the lift and jammed the button in. The lift's door immediately opened and he jerked Paula in.
"Okay, what's going on?" Paula inquired from 2D.
"Oh, I forgot that you don't know! Sorry to leave you in the dark, love. You saw what the helly-copters did to that flying island right?" Paula nodded. "Did you see that thing on the cliff?" she nodded again. "That was our guitarist. Her name is Noodle (long story, don't ask) and I thought she was dead, but she's NOT!" The door opened into the main room, and they both ran out. The air outside was brisk and Paula was shivering in her blue tube-top and her black fraying skirt. 2D took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.
"Thanks." Paula said, zipping the jacket up and folding her arms. After a few minutes of running in the wind, they made it to an ally way. In that ally way was the helicopter.
"C'mon" 2D said. He jumped in the helicopter and reached his hand out to Paula. She looked away, unsure if she should go.
"Is it safe?" she asked, scanning the ally way.
"Well, yea, it's safer than anything I know." He stretched his hand out even further. Paula shrugged and grabbed his hand. He pulled her in and gave her a headset. She brushed her hair aside and placed the massive set on her head. She sat back and buckled her seatbelt. The doors closed and 2D started the engine. Paula sighed and looked out the now vibrating window.
"So, 2D," Paula said ", are we like, a couple again?" 2D stared at her and gave a nervous laugh.
"No, of course we aren't silly!" 2D reached over and ruffled her black hair, and chuckled. "could you come over here and fly the helly fur me?" Paula nodded and took the wheel. 2D got up and got the rope ladder in the back. He looked out of a window and told Paula to hold the helicopter still. They were still, over a cliff where a traumatized Japanese girl was hobbling around.
-Noodle's POV-
I tripped over a stoned and scraped my knee even more. My island had been shot down and I was dizzy from the wreckage. I heard a faint buzzing sound. Looking up, I saw another helicopter. I closed my eyes and laid down, waiting for death, waiting for the bullet. I heard a loud sound that sounded like metal rubbing metal and waited for the attack I knew would end my existence. I knew the reason they wanted me. They heard that I had escaped from the fate of the 22 others, the fate of my friends. They were going to make sure that I met that same fate, death. The bullet still hasn't come, what is going on? I opened one eye slightly and tried to move, but my body was much to weak after having been launched off my own two feet by the bomb that ruined what had saved me from the evils of this culture that were beginning to sink in. I heard the clinking of a chain and raised my gaze to the helicopter. I weakly tilted my head back and saw that it was a chain ladder (rope ladder, whatever, like I really care). I looked up and saw a foot step onto the first step, but before I could tell who, or what, it was, I was blinded by the clouds clearing away from the sun and shining on my already dried and dehydrated body. The thing got closer and hopped on the ground.
I opened my eyes again and weakly pushed myself up into a sitting position. I started my gaze at the feet and right away recognized those black and green chucks that told me instantly who I was about to see. I immediately shifted my gaze to see the blue hair of my butterscotch angel delight. I saw the black eyes that were 2D's and felt like I could jump up and hug him. I even tried, but could hardly move my eyes, much less my body. As a result of my stupid attempt, (I mean like he actually liked me right) I fell back. I felt a hand on my back and could feel an arm under my limp legs. I started to cry and reached my arms up with all my strength to put them around his neck. I didn't open my eyes, but I put my hand on his cheek, I felt a wet tear under my palm and knew, suddenly, that he was crying too.
"Hush, Noodle." 2D mumbled in an almost steady voice, he couldn't help but whimper a little bit because of his overwhelming sadness and joy for finding me alive. "It's all going to be okay." He held with one arm and grabbed the ladder with the other. He pulled on it twice, quickly. It started to roll up and brought us with it. I looked down at the arm that was holding me and realized that it was wrapped up and had stains of red on it. What happened to my koishii? We made it to the helicopter and he laid me on the floor in the back. His hand signaled the driver to leave. He closed the hatch and put the rolled up ladder in a wooden crate. He looked my body up and down to check for damages. I didn't think it would take him too long to find any, they obscured my entire body. He placed his hand on my forehead, which sent chills down my back.
"Oh, Noodle, you had me so scared." He sighed while pushing my black filthy bangs out of my face. Should I tell him that my name is Kitai (danger in Japanese)? Perhaps not, he seems to like my name.
"Saezuru tame ware." I said, completely unaware that I was speaking in my mother tongue again. But that was not a barrier in our understanding. I think our Zen-bond was what allowed us to understand each other. Even when I only spoke Japanese, he still understood me. Of course, he didn't show it. He started humming the tune to a song I had never heard. It was a soft pop-like tune and his voice sounded even better when he hummed this.
"Where's the love song, to set us free." He started singing the song and I remembered the Blur CD that Damon made us listen to when he drove us for the firs time in the geep. We were headed for our first concert. "Too many people down. Everything turning the wrong way 'round. And I don't know what love will be. But if we stop dreaming now, lord knows we'll never clear the clouds." He grabbed my hand and held it, caressing it with his thumb. "And you've been so busy lately, that you haven't found the time, to open up your mind, and watch the world spinning, gently out of time. Feel the sunshine, on your face, it's in a computer now, gone to the future, way out in space." The helicopter jerked and 2D jumped up. "Oh shit…be back, love." He went over to the driver and let her move over into the passenger seat. She had black hair and was wearing a blue shirt with red faded into it, like blood red. How tacky! I just laid my head down and fell asleep.
A/N: Remember that you can go to that website that has the Japanese translation, go to my PROFILE. Oh, and hi to Reaper Monkey, my dear friend from the blogthinggy… ok so I will be on the chat room Tuesday, have to sneek. Ok well I will leave you to your reviewing, isn't Noodle the weirdest fashion critic? Oh, next chapter is kinda graphic, NOT LESBIANESS LIKE WHAT SHMEEMINOFF THINKS!