"Island"
Summary: Though the tower could throw many temptations at him, there was something it could never give him.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Gorillaz, or 2D. The nameless girl in this fanfic belongs to me… I guess. Although she's really just and extension of the Inc. itself…
2D sat in his usual place, the chair near the wall.
Around him, the Inc. was busy, fulfilling all the earthly desires of its patrons. Those who were not partying lay sprawled on the floor, passed out from alcohol or exhausted from exerting themselves in pleasure. 2D watched them hollowly and drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair.
The Inc. sensed that one of its "clients" was unhappy, and shifted restlessly. It could not have this- you were not allowed to NOT feel good. This was Feel Good Incorporated after all.
A scantily clad girl slid herself up to 2D's chair, pressing her small breasts against his arm and giggling. He gazed past her absently, causing her rosebud mouth to twist into a pout. She sat back on her heels, staring contemptuously at him.
"Don't you feel?" she whispered, sliding her hand up his knee and letting it linger on his groin.
2D gave a slight reaction and nodded vaguely. Determinedly, she rubbed against him.
"I'm yours, you know, you can screw me however you want." she purred. "I'm all ready for you."
"Or..." she continued, seeing this was getting her nowhere, "I can take charge of you." At this, she climbed into his lap, straddling his waist, with only a thin layer of skimpy underwear dividing her from him. This would be enough to send any other clients mad, but this guy was absolutely distracted.
She pouted again, a cute, tempting pout.
"Maybe you're gay," she suggested. "Like a little extra something in the pants? That's not a problem. We'll arrange for someone to please you."
2D shook his head. "Not gay," he mumbled.
"Then what the fuck do you want?" she snapped in irritation.
He looked out the window at this comment. Passing by, leisurely, you could see the shape of the island sailing like some demented airplane. Sitting on the end of it was a young girl, Asian, long black hair. Not very good-looking, but with this guy's gaze you'd think he was lusting after her BAD.
"You want HER? Like your flesh young, untouched, is that it? The Inc. can get her- bring her in."
"No!" whispered 2D; he seemed horrified at this thought. "Not the girl!"
"What?" snapped the Inc. temptress straddling his lap. "What? Windmills turn you on or something?"
The island drifted by, and soon it was out of sight. With a little sigh, 2D slumped back into the seat and closed his eyes.
The girl stood up and turned away with a huff. The tower could offer him anything- any substance, any person, companion, experience, it didn't discriminate against preference or addiction. So why the fuck did this guy look so desperate over a patch of flying dirt?
She mumbled under her breath as she turned away. "I'm going to go entertain that guy with the bass. He's much more fun.
2D just sat in his chair, as always, longing for the one thing the tower couldn't give him, as always.
What do you think of this second story in my saga? I'm so happy- I actually have reviews for this. I thought people would be tired of Feel Good Inc stories or something- who knows. Anyways, this one is a bit simpler, and though the content is more m-rated than the last one, I'd say I don't feel as though it's as... important as One-Way glass was to me. The first story was one of those halfway good ones that I can only come up with at about three-o-clock in the morning by lamplight. Yeah, all my best creations are born in the night, so if I ever get writers block I just stay awake until I'm half-asleep, and then I get all kinds of inspiration. But, I'm rambling now.
Anyways, read and review and the next story will be up soon. It's a very SHORT story, though, no more than two or three paragraphs. Unusual for me, the writer who is incapable of ending a story before it has at least twenty pages LOL. Anyways, thanks for your time readers. Lots of love from… Aishi chan.
