Unexpected Affair
By: keep.your.groove.on.baby
Disclaimer: I do not own Gorillaz or anything associated with them EXCEPT for this plot. It be mine!
A/N: I would again like to say thank you to all of you that have read my stories and appreciated my work, even if I think it's crap. : 3 Please enjoy!
Chapter One
The day that El Mañana was released to the public through the album Demon Days, the band's fans started creating their own interpretations of the song and what it was meant to be like. A love song, a break up, a tragedy, a victory; whatever the case, the song was instantly a hit.
However, the music video that came out could not even be described as a tragedy.
It was a disaster.
The world's most beloved guitarist, the cute little Japanese girl shipped to Kong Studios in a FedEx crate at the age of ten that grew up with three rogue men to assist in the creation of one of the world's most adored band.
The public saw Noodle get killed on her floating island by military helicopters. The band only saw a publicity stunt that made their directors wring their hands in glee over.
Noodle did not die in the crash. Hell, no one did. It was all a stunt to get their ratings up and their rank on all the music charts to sky rocket to the top out of pity.
Before the video had been created, Noodle had pitched a fit at the thought of being killed off from the band. Their director, sitting behind his clean, polished desk in his executive suite with a Cuban cigar in his mouth, grinned his filthy grin at her, assuring all of them that this was only temporary until Noodle's popularity died down and then she would be reborn, thus sky rocketing their ratings again.
Noodle didn't like the idea. She argued and fought and begged for her band mates support, but to no avail.
Russel shook his head, his eyes closed out of shame or defeat, Noodle could not tell.
"It's no use baby girl, we've got to do what he says, he knows best."
Not even 2D would help her out, her best friend since she was released from the crate she was shipped in. He just hung his head like Russel and didn't say a word to her.
She gripped his hand and pulled on it, trying to get him to look at her. He only snatched his hand away, shocking her.
Seeing this he sulked and put his hand on the back of her head, patting her head like she was ten again.
Their relationship was never the same after that and Noodle didn't even regret it. It was Murdoc, though, that had pissed her off the most.
He lit his cigarette in the parking lot, having not said a word inside the building and blew the smoke directly into her face.
Noodle scowled at him, turning her face away as she leaned against the Geep.
"No use, bitchin', girl. Y'might as well deal wit it."
"But I don't want to fucking deal with it you worthless asshole!" she shouted back at him.
Shit, like that had done anything. He had shrugged at her and climbed into the driver's seat of the Geep, putting it in drive and nearly driving off without her had Russel not dealt a death threat for him to go back and get her.
Not like it mattered, she would have been better off left standing their alone in the parking lot. In the end, she was still alone.
It really did blow her mind that her band mates, her best friends, her family; they didn't quite grasp at the time what she was going to have to go through because of this "publicity stunt."
But she knew, Noodle had known right when the words had left the mouth of that filthy disgusting man they had called a director.
The day before the video was made; a man came to Kong Studios with a briefcase full of papers for Noodle and the rest of the band.
When she had opened the door, Noodle knew she'd never forget the look on that poor businessman's face as he burst through the doorway past her, suit torn and face as pale as a sheet.
After she watched him collapse against the wall in tears, she looked out their front door to see a herd of zombies climbing up the stairs to the door. Noodle snorted and shut the door, locking it.
After the man had composed himself, he was able to tell them that he was from the courthouse and needed her and some of the guys to sign papers for the video.
Noodle frowned as he laid them out in front of her. She knew this had to do with her "death" that the video was going to portray.
The first thing he wanted was for her to formally change her name since she was going to have to hide from the public. She tore that sheet up right in front of his face, receiving a gasp of disapproval from Russel.
Calmly ignoring her response, he asked Russel, 2D and Murdoc, whose ass had to be dragged up from the car park almost kicking and screaming, to sign Noodle's death certificate.
Noodle was furious. The three men signed, Murdoc a little more eager than the others, and the other two avoided eye contact with her.
The rest of the papers were arrangements for a place for Noodle to live, but since she had chosen not to change her name he said that this was no longer possible.
Noodle had tears in her eyes. She couldn't take the audacity from this man or from her family and she didn't want to see another sheet of paper pushed in front of her face.
Jumping up from her seat she grabbed the man by the back of his collar and dragged him to the front window which displayed a perfect view of the zombies below.
The man shrieked and struggled but Noodle's iron grip did not discharge.
"Push one more sheet of paper in front of me to sign and I'm giving you to them!" she shouted, pushing is face against the window, the man far past hysterics.
"NOODLE!" Russel shouted.
"No!" she shouted, whirling her head back at him, "I'm not going to give into all this crap, Russel! There's got to be another way!"
"Ok! Ok! Let me go, please!" the man shouted.
Noodle released him and he immediately crab walked backwards away from the window, panting heavily and bumping into 2D's shins.
Quickly gathering what papers he could, the man shakily stood and swallowed the lump in his throat.
"There is no other way. Your…your room has to be demolished since the public keeps a constant vigil on the rooms in this…place.
Noodles shoulders slumped as she watched Russel escort the businessman out of Kong the safe way. She was fucked. She didn't have a place to stay, almost every room in Kong was watched by their fans.
So the video was made, Noodle "died," and the fans cried and sent flowers and letters. Almost immediately, Noodle was moved down into the only place that fans eyes were not allowed to look…the door next to the hell hole.
She literally was forced down into that dank, smelly room kicking and screaming. Russel had been kind enough to clean it out and put a bed in there but she wasn't going to get the rest of her things until a few months later when it looked like they had packed up her stuff.
The room was as big as a normal sized walk in closet. It fit her bed, a nightstand, a small bathroom in the corner and that was it. Her band mates would have to sneak food down there at night.
Noodle was right next to hell, literally. She cried herself to sleep every night, her only friend, Mike, patting her back lovingly. He was hers so she was allowed to take him with her.
She was supposed to live down here for a year until her rebirth. Down here, all by herself except for Mike, living off food rations and a guitar for entertainment that 2D had silently brought her.
She managed for four months. On June sixth, Noodle noticed that the glow from the hell hole was brighter than usual from underneath her door. Glancing at the clock on her nightstand told her it was exactly midnight, so she stood and walked over to her door to take a peek, Mike tiptoeing right behind her.
She crouched down and looked under her door, moving her head to allow Mike's head in as well.
Her eyes widened.
The rim of the hole was right outside her door. Noodle jumped to her feet, which caused Mike to shout at her from shock but she held a finger to her lips to silence him. He folded his arms and pouted at her.
Noodle sighed, "I'm sorry but we have to be quiet!" she whispered.
She carefully stepped to the door and gripped the doorknob, noticing it was a little warm.
She took a deep breath. She'd never opened this door before and she wondered if they actually locked her in here.
She twisted the knob and sighed with relief when it turned all the way. Placing her hand on the edge of the door to silence it and slowly pushed the door open a crack.
The door was open wide enough for her to see and she peeked her eye out to look at the fiery pit that lay beneath Kong Studios.
She knew where the cameras were that scrutinized Kong so she could only open the door so much.
The pit was definitely larger, the rim was right at her doorstep like she had seen.
Suddenly the room she was watching grew increasingly darker as the hell hole glowed brighter. She gasped as she heard voices. Dark, mysterious, and horrifying voices that seemed to surround the small space she was in.
Mike clung to her pajama-clad leg shaking terribly. Noodle watched the pit as a dark spot rose right at the center.
Scrunching her eyes to focus on the spot, she gasped and took a step back on Mike's tail when she realized it was a head rising from the pit: Murdoc's head.
Mike had shrieked from Noodle stepping on his tail but she ignored him, too enamored by the sight before her.
Rising from the hell pit that had mysteriously appeared one day, was Murdoc.
He was bare to his waist and wore white pants with no shoes on. He floated about a half foot above hell with his arms spread and his head lolled back.
Noodle registered a pulling on her pants and lowered one of her hands for Mike to grab and pulled him up to her back so he could have a better look. She didn't even give his gasp a second thought.
She didn't understand what was happening to the Satanist or why he had just risen from the pit. However she didn't have time to ponder these thoughts anymore as she saw his eyes open and his head straighten, a feral grin creeping onto his devilish features.
Noodle slammed the door shut none too quietly, locked it and ran to her bed, hiding herself and a shivering Mike under the sheets.
What in hell could have happened to him? Did he fall in? That wouldn't explain the floating business that had just occurred right outside her door.
Again, Noodle's thoughts were cut off as her door was kicked off its hinges, clattering to her floor loudly.
She ripped the sheet off her head to see what had done this and instantly regretted it.
Mike shrieked frantically and dove into her bathroom, slamming the door shut.
Murdoc stood in her doorway just as she had seen him; that grin on his face just a fierce and hungry as before.
Noodle shivered even with the intense amount of heat coming from hell outside her broken door. Murdoc's grin grew wider and he stalked forward towards her.
"M-Murdoc…wha…what happened to you?" Noodle stammered nervously, scooting backwards on her bed against her wall.
Evil still present on his face, he grinned and spread his arms as if he was still floating, "S'My birthday, love. Aren't ya gona wish me a happy birthday?"
Noodle scrunched her brow and tried to remember the date. Then…with horror written all over her face she mouthed: o six. o six. o six.
Murdoc nodded and plopped down at the foot of her bed, leaning back on his hands and sighing uncharacteristically.
"Yep, love. I've been reborn. Made again into a new me."
"A…a new you?" Noodle whispered.
Murdoc scared her by hopping up onto her bed on all fours, straddling her legs and putting his face right in hers.
He gave her a silky grin, "Notice anythin'…different?''
Noodle had held her breath, knowing that anyone that got within a foot of Murdoc's mouth was going to suffer from the most horrid stench.
But the first thing she noticed was that his teeth were white and pearly, a few missing, but clean and no fatal odor.
Also, his skin wasn't that sick, olive green color anymore. It actually looked healthy.
Noodle shook her head slowly, "I don't understand."
"New body," he said, patting his chest, "I've got a new healthy body…but…"
He leaned in close to her left ear and licked the back of the lobe with an irregularly long tongue, causing Noodle to gasp and jerk away.
He smirked, "Still the same Murdoc."
"You s-sick fuck," she stammered, wiping at her neck where his elongated tongue had just been.
He softly grabbed her chin and turned her face towards him, so that his two brown eyes met her two emerald ones, and gently pulled her face forward until their noses touched. Tears sprang from her eyes, she was so frightened of this man, and she always had been.
He smiled at her, "Love, you don't know the meaning of a sick fuck, and believe me, you never will."
And with that he lunged at her neck and bit her, her shrieks ringing in his ears and all throughout Kong.
That was five years ago. Noodle left that same day without looking back. To the world, she was dead. To Gorillaz, she was missing. In her own eyes, she was just as dead as the public saw her and just as unwanted as her band mates treated her.