(Eez the thirteenth chapter, and is possibly the last or second to last chapter of this story.. Enjoy.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Gorillaz, yadda yadda yadda.

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The next morning in Kong, Russel woke up, his head swarming with "MUST FIND NOODLE" as he pulled on his clothes.

He hurried downstairs, meeting the sight of Murdoc sitting quietly at the table, poking his cereal as if he expected it to be alive. Russ wasn't surprised, 2D probably poisoned it ever since he started thinking for sure that Murdoc had been the one to be rid of Noodle. The big drummer shook his head. Stupid bassist, he was toast.

Russ grunted a good morning to 2D who waved tiredly, then ignored Murdoc entirely as he whipped up some pancakes. He shoved some in front of 2D, then scarfing his own, bolting them down like he was about to die if he didn't eat them as fast as humanly possible.

"Jeez, Russ, think ya can ea' any faster?" he heard Murdoc ask him, and he sat there for a minute, confused. Murdoc had never called him by his true name, always used some pathetic painful reminder that he was overweight. He swallowed his bite and merely glared at Murdoc.

"This doesn't change anythin'," Russ growled as he started on his fifth pancake.

"What don't?"

"You callin' me Russ."

"Who the fuck cares? I wasn't thinkin', oh well." Murdoc went back to his cereal, then shoved it aside and walking into the TV room.

2D gazed sadly at his stack of pancakes, almost wishing he did like to eat at the sight of the golden brown bread. But whatever appetite the singer had had been diminished by the missing guitarist.

"So are 'e gonna go fin' Noods today?" he asked timidly, peeking through his spiky hair at Russ. Unbeknownst to the other two, Murdoc grinned to himself and turned down the TV, listening with amusement.

"Shouldn' be too hard," the bassist put in.

"Why, you probably boxed her up again and shipped her off to Japan!" Snarled the New Yorker, but Murdoc shook his head.

"Neh, that would 'ave taken too much tape." He said sarcastically and rolled his eyes.

2D picked at his food, thinking about Noodle, wondering where she could be.

Silence took over the kitchen, Russ just sat fuming at his food before throwing it away. "I'm takin' the geep, Niccals. Gimme the keys."

Murdoc looked lazily up. "Where you goin'?"

"To get Noods."

"Wouldn't it be easie' if you jus' looked in her room? I mean, it'd be a lot harde' to fit the geep inta the lift." He grinned as Russ' face contorted into one of horror, confusion, amusement, and hatred.

Murdoc turned up the TV as Russ backed away from him, the drummer obviously not believing him, so he tossed him the geep's keys. "'Ave fun, duckies." He muttered sarcastically. "Not like yeh're gonna find 'er out there."

Russ glared at him, grabbing the keys and starting to walk towards the lift. He punched the button, still fuming, when it opened.

Sleepy-eyed Noodle gazed up at him, rubbing her eyes, her hair messy and tangled around her face as she was dressed in an oversized T-shirt she had raided from Russel's room, so it fell way past her elbows and feet, puddling on the floor. Her right hand was closed in a soft plush toy of a monkey. "Ohaiyo gozaimasu, Russel-sama!" she said in a sleepy voice, padding past him, one hand still rubbing her left eye.

Russ' mouth dropped open as he watched her stumble past him, no words emitting from his throat, but the occasional disbelieving squeak was heard.

2D scrambled up and raced forward, hugging the girl tightly as she just looked up at him with sleepy eyes, then hugging him tiredly back. She let go and wandered to the cupboard, pulling out a ramen packet and offering it to Russ in question.

"Sure, sure," he managed to say and heated it up in the microwave as he turned and gazed questioningly at Murdoc who merely grinned and walked back to the TV room, away from sight.

Suddenly, in the middle of waiting for her food, Noodle's eyes snapped open as she remembered the events of the day before. She stormed over to the TV room, her eyes burning.

"You…you…" she sputtered, searching for a word in English she knew that was horrible enough, but Murdoc merely clamped her mouth shut with a hand. Her eyes burned even more as she stared at him, waiting for him to move.

"I brough' ya back, didn' I?" he asked her, and she her muffled yells were silent.

"'E'sides, don' you remember wot 'appened when I found ya?" he asked, astonished at slightly creeped out as he seemed to want her to remember.

Noodle's eyes were thoughtful as he removed his hand, waiting for her to say something, then her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open as she seemed to recall that it wasn't a dream. Then Murdoc grimaced and leaned back.

"I should NOT 'ave said that…" he muttered. "You didn' hear that, awright?"

Noodle's mouth was still open as she shook her head from side to side.

"Truce?" he asked her in a nervous voice. "Truce and you don' tell any a' them out there wot I did?'

Noodle closed her mouth and hopped up on the couch next to him, gazed at him for a second, then smiled. "Hai!" Murdoc sighed with relief, then steeled his face once more as he pretended nothing happened.

"Now wot are you doin' here?" he snarled at her as 2D and Russ came in to join them. "Get out, this is my spot!"

For a second, Noodle looked hurt, but then she noticed a certain glitter in the bassist's eyes, and that the corner of his mouth was upturned ever so slightly, then she stuck out her tongue at him and skipped off to her ramen.

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For the next few weeks, Russ and 2D didn't see much of a change in the bantering between the two guitarists, they didn't suspect anything.

But for some reason, every time they walked into a room where Noodle and Murdoc sat together, they jumped, and started glaring at each other like it was mandatory, though no one really thought much of it.

The band skyrocketed with Noodle playing lead guitar, and their first debut album made their popularity shoot way up, causing people to scream and gasp whenever they were sighted. Their concerts were major successes, and suddenly they found themselves with too much stuff from all the moolah they gained from their merchandise.

And there were no more attempts on shipping Noodle off to "Taiwan, or where'er she was from" as Murdoc often said.

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(Weeellll, i'm done with this story. mebbe i'll do another one soon. i know it was sort of one of those "and they lived happily ever after" cheesy endings, but it was the best i could do. r&r would be good. THANK YOU FOR ZE REVIEWS AND STUFFS! -waves-)