(Mooooore chapters…BWAHAHAHAAA. Okay, shutting up now. Oh, and I got cake! YAY CAKE!)

Disclaimer: I do not own Gorillaz and stuffs like that.

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The streets were pretty much empty as Murdoc drove slowly down them, trying to find the Chinese store again. For some odd reason he had a hunch she'd be there, he didn't think she'd still be at the library. He shook his head to himself, wondering exactly what he was going to do when he found her.

Arriving at the Chinese take-out, he shut off the geep and got out, his bare feet complaining as he stepped on pebbles and shards of glass. He ignored the pricks of pain as he walked up to the door and peered in. He knocked on it, and was startled as an old Chinese lady flew out from a back room, jabbering in Chinese. He got the impression she didn't want him there as she pointed furiously to the "CLOSED" neon sign glowing in his face. He nodded, then tried to open the door.

The Chinese lady rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. "No." she said firmly, glaring at him.

Murdoc tried to open it again, causing the Chinese lady to walk up close to the glass.

"Close." She said. "What you waaaant!"

Murdoc grinned sheepishly as he tried to describe Noodle. "Uh…a girl? Um..short…uh…she's got hair and stuff…um…" The Chinese lady smirked at the bassist before sighing and nodding. She opened the door and Murdoc slipped inside.

"Girl left. She said she go to park. Bench, maybe?" Her green eyes twinkled as she patted Murdoc's shoulder. "Go find daughter, be nice, say hi from me. Okay, okay, okay, okay? Bye bye." With that the Chinese lady shoved the bassist out and locked the door once more, disappearing in the back room once more Leaving Murdoc to gape after her. Daughter? What the hell? Murdoc's red eye twitched as he revved up the geep again.

"Daughter…" he muttered with horror. "Don' e'en wanna THINK about who the mother is…" He shuddered as he pressed the gas pedal, searching for a park.

The air was cold as Murdoc stepped out, finding a small park away from the downtown lights, the only one he could find. His bare feet led him through dewed grass as he searched for Noodle. Looking around, he saw many homeless people, but none looked anything like the little Jap.

Finally, his eyes rested on a huddled figure shivering in the night, curled up on a bench. He made his way forward, his guess correct as he caught sight of Noodle's purple jacket she was draped under. She was asleep, shivering in her dreams, and he couldn't help it but wish he had another jacket to put on her. He ignored the fact that he wished this, then crouched down to eye level with the girl.

She stirred in her sleep, pulling her jacket tighter around her, whimpering something about murdering a certain bassist. He grinned in spite of himself. She was too much like him, her revenge meter was set at an incredibly high height. He reached out before he could stop himself and touched her silky hair, marveling on how it could shine this brilliantly in such little light. Then he jerked his hand back, coughing awkwardly to himself, as though someone was watching. But it was just him and Noodle in the cold park.
Noodle stopped mumbling at his touch, and she fell silent, falling into a deeper sleep. Murdoc sighed, making his decision.

"Sorry, love, for wot I did," he whispered, though he knew she couldn't hear. That was kind of his point, so she would never know Murdoc Niccals could apologize. "I guess I jus' wasn' used to havin' a girl in Kong. Sorry." He watched her for a few seconds, then stood up, and walked off.

He got as far as the geep, then slammed his fist against the trunk. "Damn…I'm going soft. Someone kill me." He stood there for a second, then turned around, cursing silently at himself at every step he made back towards the small girl.

Reaching Noodle, reached out with his arms, hesitated, then without another thought, picked her up bridal style, the girl light in his arms, her head tucked against his chest. His breath caught in his throat. "Wot has she done to meh?" he muttered as he steeled his face, disallowing himself for his expression to get all gooey, and turned around, walking in the direction of the geep.

However, when he almost tripped on a rock, he watched in horror as Noodle's eyes opened a bit, and she sleepily croaked, "M…Murdoc-sama?"

Murdoc's eyes widened, and he looked around frantically, his brain gearing around for an excuse, a diversion, but none came.

Noodle must have thought her prediction was insane, because she muttered, "Weird….d-dream?" her English halting as it came out, then she fell asleep again, this time her arms wrapped around his chest, making Murdoc's eyes bug out of his head. Not even the girl's he "paid" were this sweet. Not that he was thinking anything perverted, it's just…Noodle was a cute little girl, and her gestures, even though she thought she was asleep, made him smile to himself. All the while cursing at himself at the same time for going soft.

He finally arrived at the geep, and laid her gently on the seat that he leaned back so she could lay down. Surprised at himself for being so careful, he was a bit dazed as he started it up and started driving towards Kong, it still in the direct middle of the night.

Stealing occasional glances at Noodle, he drove fairly fast, arriving at Kong in merely twenty minutes.

Hoping no one was awake enough to hear him park the geep, he quickly shut it off and closed the door quietly as he went around to Noodle's side. He took her out in the same way, and this time, she seemed half awake, half asleep and in a haze. She opened her arms sleepily as he opened the door to get her, and he picked her up, her arms now wrapped around his neck. He swallowed nervously, hoping desperately no one was looking out their windows or that no zombies that could talk were watching him, only to spill it later. He made it inside, walked up the four flights of stairs so Shaun wouldn't give him away, and arrived at Noodle's bedroom door.

He nudged it open with his still bare foot, and walked in, Noodle mumbling something in Japanese against his chest. He hoped she didn't mind the horrible stench she must be tasting from his shirt. Wait, what was he thinking? He didn't care. Nope. No way…………arg.

He lay the tiny girl down on her bed, tucking her in messily, though making sure she wouldn't fall off or anything. He had no experience in tucking-in, and awkwardly brushing her violet hair from her eyes. He could have sworn one of Noodle's eyes was open when he left her room, but he just swallowed it and closed the door quietly. He turned around and sagged against the closed door, astonished at what he had just done. Something about the girl had changed him, though he didn't dare think how or why.

When he finally was in his Winnebago, he tore off his shirt, not even allowing himself to wonder why it now smelled like ramen and milk. He just collapsed in bed, thankful that that stupid twinge of guilt was finally gone.

His thought wandered sleepily as he was dozing, and his eyes kept drooping. Replays of what he just did drifted through his head.

Noodle's soft face gazed up at him. "Murdoc-sama?" Her voice was sweet…wonder why she thought she was dreaming. Hope she wasn't actually awake when I put her in bed…Can't imagine what dullard would say if she told him. Though, she's still not talking in English to them so…I guess it wouldn't---FUCK! I gotta stop thinking about her! Jeez. You'd think I'd had a crush on her…I mean it's understood, cause she's so cute and—NO! AH! Okay, gotta think about something else.

Paula. Let's think about Paula. Wait, why would I think about Paula? That two timer, what was I thinking----WHAT THE FUCK AM I THINKING! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? Sheesh. Come on, there's gotta be something I can think about…Food. I never did eat. I spent the whole time giviiiiiing—NOOO!

Murdoc smacked his forehead.

Stop it, you're being ridiculous. Just think…abouuuut……your bass. You need some new strings. I'll have to go to the store a bit later to get some. I wonder if Noodle needs any for her Les Paul………

Shaddup, Murdoc. Just shut up.

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(Fwee! i love the idea of Muds being all sweet but hating himself for it. Or mebbe thats just me...heh...)