Unexpected Affair
By: keep.your.groove.on.baby
Disclaimer: I do not own Gorillaz nor do I own anything associated with them except for this plot!
Chapter Two
Summer could be just plain gross in England. It didn't really matter what part of the damn country you were in, north, south, east, or west, it was just horrible.
It either rained too much, and if it wasn't raining it was muggy outside and it neither of those was a contender for the day's weather than it was just damn hot.
The year was 2011, technology had not advanced as much as people had expected it too five years earlier, but of course the human race was progressing on their unconscious quest to destroy themselves.
About two hundred miles away from London was a small town by the ocean called Wallasey. Not much to do about it, about half of it was abandoned factories that modern technology no longer had a use for.
On an abandoned dock surrounded by nothing but sand and a road that went right by it was a small, blue mini cooper; the rear facing the ocean.
The hatch was open, and from the side one could see a long, bare leg swinging out of the hatch. If you listened hard enough, you could also hear a sad tune playing, a tune that could break your heart.
Next to the swinging leg was a long, brown, furry appendage curling this way and that with the wind.
Those who knew her would walk right by her without a second glance, even if they were looking. She had changed, without even meaning to.
Her hair was longer and choppy, the purple tint long gone. Her eyes had not looked upward in a long time, always downcast to the ground, peering through the dirt to the hell that she wished would quit wasting time and swallow her whole.
At 19, Noodle was more feminine than what the public recognized her as. No longer did her features have sharp corners but curved gracefully only the way a woman's body can.
Her face was curved which was made her so hard to recognize. If she pushed her hair out of her face maybe you could recognize her, but with her head downcast to the ground always, she went on through life unnoticed.
Her breasts had grown continuously, costing her more than she expected in bras. She had also gotten a tattoo three years after her departure. It was her guitar with the stem of her scythe wrapped around it. She designed it herself and couldn't stop looking at the ink blot on her right shoulder.
Other than that and a few more inches on her height, Noodle, the dead guitarist from Gorillaz, was still the same on the outside.
It was the inside that was a total train wreck.
The original plan for Gorillaz was for Noodle to be reborn in 2007; the fans would go crazy and they would gain more popularity and fame than ever imagined.
On the rare occasion that thought crossed Noodle's mind, she would grin evilly, her canines pushing at her lips slightly in a feral smile.
Ever since that fearful night in the hell hole, Noodle had escaped Kong Studios with what meager belongings she could fit in the mini cooper the fans didn't know she had.
She had grabbed her guitar, a suitcase of clothes and toiletries, every CD in Kong, a box of tequila, her scythe and of course, Mike.
After hauling her ass out of Kong, her first stop was at the bank in which she withdrew all the money from her account.
She knew she could buy a hunk of England, build a castle and retire in two years off the money the ATM spit out frantically at her…but…Noodle knew she couldn't do this.
The public thought she was dead, her director and band members thought they were going to get rich off her, if both parties couldn't find her…than everybody loses.
That…is why Noodle smiles, because she fucked over England's most popular band. From first to last in a single year. It took her less than a week to get to Wallasey, the forgotten dot on the map, and she knew they would not find her here.
So Noodle did what she had to do and lived out of her car as comfortably as she could. She had money to eat and to keep Mike and herself clean as well as fill her tank if she opted to go anywhere.
But aside from performing the few necessities that were required for living, Noodle and Mike occupied themselves with listening to different CD's; Noodle acquainting herself with a variety of music and guitar pieces and Mike grasping the English language on his end.
It took about a year and a half for Noodle to notice that the bite scar on her neck was not going to fade or go away. It just turned into black teeth marks that poised mockingly on her pale skin.
A stop at the library and a quick glance through some religious books got Noodle questioning what Murdoc had done to her. Did he mark her? A few books suggested this as a mating symbol in which Noodle slammed the book shut loudly receiving a glare from the librarian and storming out of the building.
Nothing odd ever happened to her because of the mark; no strange or supernatural happening so she just ignored it and wrapped a scarf around her neck to keep it out of the public eye.
Despite having Mike as her only company Noodle was rather happy. She talked to him continuously so she didn't forget how to speak and did the things she enjoyed the most: singing, dancing and her guitar.
There were rare occasions where she would miss her band mates and her home, but a glance at her surroundings quickly snuffed out those thoughts and turned them into hateful tears.
Yes, happy-go-lucky Noodle, the "glue" of the Gorillaz band, the only smiling face in Kong, became one of the most angry and hateful people in England.
You would never know though.
When the rare Gorillaz thought did not enter her mind, Noodle was a happy person. Mike made her happy, her music and singing and dancing made her happy and that's all she wanted.
Unfortunately for anyone who cared, Noodle also opened herself up to a needy addiction to cigarettes and alcohol. Being of age and having the money made it so much easier to give into the temptation of the deadly nectar that put her into a blissful doze and the tobacco aroma relaxing every muscle in her body.
Despite what everyone else thought they knew or didn't know, Noodle survived. She survived on cash and her car and her best friend, regardless of what simple things she had.
About three years after Noodle had left Kong she decided to have a little fun and go to a bar. Explaining to Mike carefully why he had to stay in the car, she pulled up to a random bar with neon lights and walked inside.
This was nothing special…she didn't dress to impress or anything like that. She just figured she deserved to treat herself.
Making her way through the smoke hazed atmosphere she sat at the bar and ordered something strong that would appease her thirst.
Turning away from the bartender, Noodle immediately spotted a cute man to her left about two stools down. He looked at her and smiled and she smiled back.
She turned away and concentrated on the drink that the bartender had just put in front of her, smiling to herself when she felt the presence of the cute man move to the stool next to her.
"Wha's yo' name lil' lady?" he whispered into her ear.
Noodle smiled but her eyes widened marginally when she realized two things. One…this man was clearly from Essex. Nobody who was articulate when sober sounded this bad drunk and two, she couldn't tell him her name.
A pause to think of something blatantly Japanese, "Sakura," she whispered back, mentally cringing at the most popular Japanese name that was beaten and abused by everyone wishing they were Asian.
He chuckled, leaning closer so his lips were almost touching her outer lobe, "Tha's a prit'ee name, love. Ow's bout I buy yo' a drink?"
Noodle agreed and any woman that has been picked up at a bar knows what happens next. Noodle, being smarter than the average whore, snatched her drink from the bartender to prevent the cute man from doing anything to it.
A few more drinks later and they were leaving to go to his place. Neither spoke when they stepped through his door into his messy apartment. Both were quickly stripped and on the floor, moving hastily against each other.
Noodle turned her head away and bit her lip at the pain that was searing through her body. She was trying her hardest to hide the fact that she was a virgin, or had been a virgin only a few seconds before.
Regardless of the pain Noodle was still able to climax, but this is where the pieces of the puzzle started to fall together. Her orgasm didn't come from her nether regions where she knew it was supposed to…it was the left side of her neck that exploded with pleasure.
She lay beneath this strange man whose name was unknown to her as the realization of what had just happened hit her. She wasn't naïve, she knew where that feeling was supposed to come from…and instead it came from her neck.
The man pulled out of her and stood stretching and walking to the bathroom to relieve himself.
"Don' worry love, 'is bloke 'ere is too damn sterile too getcha pregnant. Smoked too much o'tha good stuff," he called out.
Idiot, that was the last thing Noodle had to worry about since she had chosen to take the pill for no apparent reason when she was thirteen.
Noodle stood and tiptoed past him into the bathroom to clean herself and get dressed, feeling satisfied but curious with her first sexual experience.
With a peck on the cheek and dealing him a number she didn't have, Noodle left to go back to the bar to pick up her car and Mike.
A sniff in her direction made him scowl and fold his arms in a pout. Noodle smiled and scratched his ears, his favorite spot.
"You're the only guy for me, Mike. You know that."
He wasn't listening so she kept scratching to keep him happy.
Kong Studios had never been the same since Noodle had disappeared. For a few months, Russel and 2D thought Noodle really had died until Murdoc informed them that her car and some of her belongings were missing as well as the large withdrawal on her account.
Russel sulked more than ever. He was depressed and down when death had finally conquered over his ghostly friend Del and taken him from the drummer's body. Now…now the only girl Russel thought would ever come close to being a daughter was gone.
The upper level of Kong was only inhabited by Russel. He cooked for himself and cleaned when the mood struck him. Noodle's room was slowly cleaned out and demolished as planned, this only pushing Russel further into depression.
2D stayed downstairs in his room, occasionally going into the studio kitchen to cook or to the bunker entrance for food. He felt worse than the other two band members. He was supposed to be her best friend and he let her down. He let this happen to her and now she was gone.
He popped his pills and drank his alcohol to help ease the pain until he lost so many brain cells it seemed like he couldn't even function anymore.
Women came and went out of his bed to assist in his sorrow but this was only bodily relief…it did nothing for his mental state. If you could call an-inch-from-comatose a mental state.
Murdoc was the one who changed the most. He, like he said, was reborn from hell on June 6, 2006; his 40th birthday. He was gifted from hell itself with a new clean body to do with however he pleased.
Ironically, Murdoc took it easy after Noodle disappeared. His personality hadn't changed a bit but his habits did. He still drank himself under the table but his band mates noticed that the Winnebago didn't shake anymore at anytime of the day.
Russel wondered for an instant if Murdoc was taking his daily sex activities somewhere else for a change.
After a day of searching for him anywhere else, Russel abandoned the thought and went back into his business.
Both band members were annoyed at their bassist's ability to continue living properly with such a heavy loss. Murdoc went on like everything was peachy, almost like a kid waiting for Christmas to come.
It took a while for them to notice, but Russel and 2D also noticed a raven that accompanied Murdoc wherever he went, hopping from one shoulder to the next. They also heard him talking to the bird, calling it Cortez, but didn't bother to question the man's sanity…it was just understood that the norm for Murdoc was insane.
The more his band mates continued to suffer, the more Murdoc grew more and more confident in his plans. Especially when he felt it…felt her.
It was three years after she had left. He had been expecting it to come either sooner or not all and then it finally came.
It was late at night, he was sitting in his Winnebago with his bass, and a case of beer when it hit him like a bat out of hell.
It started in his loins, causing him to stop his attention to his instrument and ponder the feeling. It spread from his groin up and down his body, into his feet and up his chest into his brain.
It rolled around in his head and made itself comfortable and he immediately recognized it. He grinned that fearful, feral grin and turned to Cortez sitting on his dresser.
"S'time Cortez," he whispered.
The bird cawed a reply, spreading its wings. Murdoc nodded his consent and concentrated on his bass again.
He smiled again, Tha's my girl.