(Use the old adultfan to see the jack-off scene)
2D slumped against the cold wall, whimpering as his cock softened in his hand. Letting it go, he finished washing himself up and redressed slowly, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He thought about Noodle again, and a grin automatically hitched itself onto his face. No matter how disgusted he felt at himself for containing such feelings about the teenager, she would always be there to make him smile, no matter what.
2D spiked his hair roughly – or, if you want to be precise, rubbed his hand through it swiftly this way and that – before exiting, shirt clinging to his chest ever so slightly due to the warmth and water vapor lingering in the air of the bathroom. Immediately he headed downstairs, finding Murdoc glaring at him from across the room as soon as he had entered it. Frowning, 2D made to sit next to him, but the bass player stretched himself out on the couch, preventing the man from doing so. Shrugging, 2D sat on the man's stomach, his light weight proving to be the complete opposite now that he was preventing Murdoc's diaphragm from moving properly.
Murdoc spluttered for a few moments, writhing whilst all 2D would do is sigh and grip onto the man's legs to prevent himself from falling off of the man's body. Eventually, when he noticed the bassist had gone red in the face, he lifted the pressure and grinned down at the man.
"You awrigh' Murdoc?"
Once the man had gained his breath, he resumed glaring at the man.
"Whatta you want?" He growled, like an old miser would. 2D rolled his eyes, shifting Murdoc's legs for him so he could sit beside the Satanist.
"Nowt. Why are you bein' all stupid on me?" 2D asked, happily. Murdoc pushed himself off the couch and out of the room, mumbling beneath his breath unhappily. Shrugging, 2D turned on the TV and what instantly came up was a message from Sky – a reminder, to be exact.
'Shaman King begins in one minute.'
Blinking, 2D was about to press 'okay' anyway, and in came Noodle, humming to herself. She immediately stopped when he saw 2D was in the room, and blushed. Her peaceful humming stopped, too. 2D smiled at her.
"Hello, 2D-san!" She said brightly, taking the place where Murdoc had sat before her to watch TV. She saw the reminder, and sighed.
"If you want to watch something else, you can…"
2D shook his head, pressing 'okay' just when the cheesy theme tune came on for the program. "Nah, I'm okay. I wanna watch this with you."
Again, Noodle blushed. However, she did not complain when the anime started, and she fell deeply into concentration mode. 2D chuckled and grinned, edging closer to the already absorbed Noodle. Leaning down to her ear, he whispered gently:
"Who's that gie? He's talking to the man with blue hair right now…"
At this, Noodle started – the soft, raspy voice in her ear, combined with the jolt back to reality were enough to get her started. After a moment of composing herself, she gazed deeply into his blackened eyes, and began:
"His name is Yoh Asakura. He's a Shaman. The ghost with gray hair is called Amidamaru, and I think they're gay with one another. The blue-haired boy is called Horohoro, and the coloured boy is Chocolove. He's called…"
Soon after this, though, someone new came onto the screen with a burst of white light, and Noodle gasped, jumping in her seat excitedly. "HAO!" She cried, grinning and laughing at the newcomer. It didn't take a second glance for 2D to figure out he was Yoh's twin brother. He snuggled up close to Noodle, feeling particularly cuddly today, and wrapped his arms around the young, lithe frame. Noodle giggled and murmured something in her mother tongue, but 2D did not ask her for a translation.
Although only vaguely interested in the cartoon before him, 2D spent most of the time trying to heed what his mind was telling him. Of course, this was proving to be quite the problem for the zombie-lover. What was his mind saying, you may wonder? Mainly the thoughts consisted of, 'Don't fuckin' kiss 'er…' Or, 'It will only take one small kiss… C'mon, then she'll be yours forever…' Such ideas had always been present in 2D's head, of course, but they always seemed to come on stronger when around the younger girl. This much, 2D knew.
These conflicting thoughts continued when he pulled Noodle against him even tighter, taking advantage of her strong concentration on the show before her. Luckily for 2D, it was a double bill, so when the first episode was through, Noodle released a distressed cry, and pretended to cry into the vocalist's chest. Of course, they were both enjoying the touch. The only reason why Noodle had done it was to feel the man's skin against hers, in a way that perhaps she would not have preferred over her prominent feelings. However, it was still touch, so she could do little else than surrender her body into his arms once again.
"It's not fair, 2D-san!" She 'sobbed', feeling his arms tighten around her back, one hand running through her hair comfortingly.
"Shh… Noodle, I am sure that… Hao… will not harm Yoh or his friends. They're too good to die, just lie you are." He reassured her, tilting her face up so their eyes could meet. She instantly concealed her grin, instead covering her eyes with her long dark hair.
"B-But… But Yoh-sama and Amidamaru… If the samurai doesn't save his life… Then Hao will…" She struggled for something to say, and just pretending to fall back, sobbing into 2D's arms.
2D rolled his eyes, but was definitely enjoying the attention. 'Perhaps too much,' His mind added, when blood began to trickle down towards the… area… where similar attention had been given earlier. Her small arms were around his neck, her small body 'trembling' due to her sudden outbreak of 'tears.'
At any rate, if Noodle didn't move soon, she'd begin to feel something poking her in the stomach. And as 2D wasn't a samurai of any sort, and since Noodle was old enough to know what sex is, she'd instantly know what it was.
So, biting his lower lip, 2D willed himself to concentrate on something completely different, but found himself incapable of doing so. He stared over Noodle's head, seeing his flushed but handsome reflection looking back at him, just over the purple hair of Noodle. It suddenly struck him both how sexual this looked, and how good they looked together.
Then, like a helping hand leaning towards 2D, the opening theme tune to Shaman King filled the room. Forgetting about her fake tears, Noodle sat up instantly, cuddling onto a nearby cushion when she saw the hero's face appear on screen once again, accompanied by the samurai she deemed to be so gay. 2D blinked for a moment, but assumed his earlier position around Noodle, breathing in the sweet, flowery scent of her hair.
Throughout the episode, 2D could see how Noodle thought the one's called Amidamaru and Yoh felt attraction for each other. One was so devoted and protective, the other so happy to have the warrior at his side to support him in this battle… 2D smiled, wishing Noodle could feel the same about him.
Just as the episode was about to end, 2D glanced out of the window, and saw something that made him forget about Noodle in an instant.
"SNOW!" He squealed, rushing over to the window to go and get a proper look. His hands rested on the cool windowsill, and sure enough, there were white flakes of snow fluttering down gracefully from the sky. Glancing down at the ground, 2D noticed the snow and ice were thick, suggesting snow had been falling for some time now.
At her beloved's call, Noodle had jumped up off of her seat, and went beside 2D to look for herself. He lifted her up silently so that she could get a proper view, hands and fingers gently brushing the skin of her stomach. Noodle blushed at the touch, shivering, and commented:
"It's so beautiful… I've never seen it snow this heavy before!" She exclaimed, getting excited. She turned her head slightly. "Please 2D-sama, can we got out and build a snowman? Can we make snow angels? Can we dance around in the snow together? Please, 2D-san!" She cried, acting so much like the child she should have been ages ago.
2D grinned. "'Ow could I not, sweet'eart?" He asked quietly, putting her down and turning off the TV. "C'mon, get changed into something warmer and meet me down 'ere."
Noodle nodded, jumping like a five-year-old does on Christmas morning to find they have every present they had asked for. "HAI!" She called after her, turning and dashing up the stairs. Chuckling at her excited behaviour, 2D followed her, turning off into the kitchen to boil the kettle full of warm water. When this was done, he went downstairs into his cark park bedroom and put on several layers of shirts. He managed to dig out a scarf too, and wrapped it around his neck whilst viewing himself in the mirror. He put on another pair of boxers, then two pairs of jeans. Granted, he had never looked so big in his life. But he still managed to look so goddamn sexy.
Grinning, 2D pulled on a hat, racing out of his door to meet with an impatient Noodle in the living room of Kong Studios. She was so desperate to get out into the snow that she had begun to pace, stopping when she noticed 2D's presence. She smiled when she took in his appearance. She had pulled on another shirt, and then a sweater. She only wore on pair of jeans, gloves, a beanie and a scarf, much like 2D. It seemed odd how they had dressed so similarly for the occasion.
Pushing these thoughts aside, Noodle took 2D's hand with her own gloved one. "Come on!" She cried, pulling the door open to be greeted with cold air. She only hesitated for one moment before heading outside happily, her feet having difficulty in finding areas that weren't slippy.
Resisting the urge to laugh, 2D reached out his hand to her, to which she refused – she was too busy skipping in the snow, slipping and sliding every few feet due to the ice and her overly quick footing. He gathered a ball of snow in his hands and threw it at Noodle, causing her hat to fall off. She squealed, ducking behind a tree whilst she scraped snow off the bark. It was surprising how heavily it had fallen before either of them had noticed.
Curling her fingers around the ball, she ducked out to pelt 2D with the snowball, but was instead met with a face-full of the pure white powder. She squealed, throwing it at him and emerging from behind the tree to run at the vocalist.
2D grinned and began to run off, trying to avoid the icy bits so he wouldn't lose his footing. He could feel some more snowballs pounding upon his back, and was actually surprised how good a throw Noodle was. Suddenly he turned around, gathering snow off a nearby car as he did so.
It took a full second for Noodle to comprehend what 2D was doing. She tried to run the way she came, but to no avail. His long, lithe arms wrapped around her stomach, whilst one hand rubbed snow right down her shirt, causing her to squeal at the cold.
"2DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" She screamed, arching her back to try and rid herself of the ice down her bra. All the while she glared at a highly amused 2D, who was laughing his blue-haired head off. She put her hand up her shirt and fished out the remaining pieces of snow, and 2D smirked, wishing it could be his hands travelling up her shirt, feeling the inside of her bra… He felt warm and goose-pimply just by thinking it.
"You'll pay for that, 2D-sama!" Noodle threatened, both hands behind her as she leaned against the car bonnet. She scooped the snow up in her hands, and, transferring the large ball into her hand, she threw it into 2D's laughing face.
With this done, Noodle decided to try and run past 2D. She used her agility skills to do this, but as soon as she got around him, she felt her feet slip… Her arms went out to try and save her, but her hands never touched the ground. Then she realised she had two arms wrapped around her middle, trying to pull her back up.
"Be careful, Noodle." 2D said seriously now. Noodle nodded, making sure he had no snowballs in his hands before giggling at him softly. He had snowflakes nestled in his blue spikes, making him look like an aged punk of some sort. Laughing, she glanced behind the confused looking 2D and screamed,
"NOW!"
With this, 2D turned and was met with a face-full of snow. He wiped the cold, numbing stuff off, and saw through bleary eyes Russel, laughing his ass off. His eyebrows narrowed, but deep down he was grinning.
"Oh, you got ya self a war now, Russ!" 2D screeched, ducking behind the nearby car. He heard more than saw several snowballs hit the area he'd been standing near a few seconds ago. He grabbed a hold of Noodle's hand, pulling her down beside him. She stared as he began to make many snowballs and put them into a pile beside him. He nudged her, spotting Russel's head emerging from behind a nearby tree. Before he could pull his head back, 2D lobbed a snowball and hit him square in the face.
"Help me out, Noodle," 2D mumbled, fingers fumbling due to the numbing cold. The girl nodded and began making larger snowballs, gathering snow from everywhere possible. She even helped her beloved 2D with his ongoing assault against the drummer, using her agility to dart out from behind the car and surprise Russel whilst he was distracted by 2D's various cat-calls and fake throws. As soon as she knew she would hit her target, she skidded back into place beside 2D, making more snowballs for him to throw.
Murdoc, of course, stayed out of this 'fuckin' 'orrible Christmas thing', as he called it, but laughed when Russel got pelted from all sides. The man eventually gave up, flipping off the bassist as he ran for cover within the Kong Studios doorway. Murdoc shook his head and leaned back indoors, closing the window with a loud slam.
This, of course, left Noodle and 2D alone yet again. By this time their arses were soaked through with the freezing cold snow, and their hair was beginning to get wetter and wetter by the minute. Deciding it would be best to go in and warm up some, 2D and Noodle traipsed back into Kong, chatting and laughing all the way.
Whilst 2D walked with Noodle, and sipped his hot chocolate, he realised that when around Noodle, he could actually be himself. No longer did he have to put on some mask so everyone would believe he was perfect. No longer would he have to fake the laughter and smiles. No longer would he have to feel he couldn't show his emotions.
Deep down, 2D grinned and knew his love for Noodle was definitely deepening. And so what? Sure, Murdoc would kill him if he ever found out. Russel would probably do the same, whilst Del… Well, he'd probably be indifferent. He'd never paid much attention to the rules when he had been alive anyway, so why bother now it was too late?
Come to think of it, Del hadn't been talking to anyway recently, with the exception of Russel, of course. 2D wasn't worried, but he just wanted to make sure everything was in balance – he didn't want his band to go to pot.
Noodle sighed and peeled off her coat, beanie and scarf, finding no more use for them. She shook snow from her hair, and it suddenly struck 2D how old she really looked. Although being just fourteen, she could easily be mistaken for an eighteen year old. This would come in handy if he ever wanted a pint, he thought dully.
Shame she wasn't eighteen in real life… Then he would be able to screw her into the floorboards all day long, and there wouldn't be a thing Murdoc would be able to do about it. 2D's smile grew, thinking of just that when he felt a heat arise in his groin that he'd been feeling for the past few days now. He groaned, shifting on the couch.
"Fuck," He muttered.
"DULLARD!" Murdoc bellowed, striding into the room, glaring at the said singer. The look was obviously intended to impose fear in 2D, but the man was too busy trying to will his half hard cock to soften.
"Murdoc?" 2D asked absent-mindedly, his usually distant self even further from reality.
The bassist strode, and stood in front of 2D. The zombie lover raised his eyes for a moment, but shrugged to himself and disregarded his presence.
Of course, this did not go down very well with Murdoc. Before 2D knew what was happening, his ear was being pulled by the Satanist, and his damp, cold body was being dragged out of the room, much to Noodle's dismay. Of course, she did not voice her disappointment, but instead just lowered her eyes to the floor and sighed.
2D's ear was released, and his eyes narrowed as he took in the surroundings. They were in the recording studio area of Kong… Alone. It made 2D uneasy, knowing that he and Murdoc were… Well, enemies-come-friends, who tended to fight… A lot.
So, 2D swallowed, keeping an eye fixed on Murdoc and his movements. The bassist turned on just one light, illuminating the far end of the studio, casting only an eerie glow onto the two males. 2D braced himself for the worst, and gasped in surprise when he finally realised whatever he had feared wasn't about to happen. He relaxed visibly, only to tense up again when he noticed Murdoc's eyes, fixated on his own.
2D swallowed, the quiver of his Adam's apple causing Murdoc to grin slowly.
"You brough' me in 'ere for a reason, then?" 2D asked, breaking the ear splitting silence. A dull buzzing sound was ringing in his ears at the evil quietness of the studio, and even though he didn't care much about how Murdoc was feeling, it was at least a start to abolishing the buzz.
Murdoc tilted his head, as if contemplating how to answer. He smirked after a while, and approached 2D slowly. Obviously the vocalist froze ever so slightly, but tried not to make his uneasiness known to his bass player.
Of course, what with Murdoc being the perceptive man he is, the small differences in 2D's posture and facial expression alerted him, and he hesitated ever so slightly.
"You look like you hate me." Murdoc said simply.
This was unexpected. 2D stared at Murdoc, as if trying to decide if the man was playing him for a fool or not. When he saw the sincerity in the man's eyes, he sighed, allowing his body to unravel itself, muscles beginning to ache at the coldness getting to his joints.
"I don't hate you…" 2D answered to the question that was never asked. He leaned against the wall, resting all his weight in his feet when he only leaned back partially.
Murdoc rolled his eyes. "Well then, you're about to."
At this, 2D was confused – or, at least, more so than usual. His brows furrowed slightly into a frown, and gasped when he noticed how close the man had gotten. In fact, he was less than a foot away now. He was almost close enough to touch… Wait, where did that thought come from? Despite himself, 2D shivered, both from the cold and from some unwanted feeling that he knew would cause him some shit if he didn't keep his mouth shut.
Murdoc's smile disintegrated into a smile now – a genuine one. 2D immediately didn't like where this was going, and saw this as his queue to leave.
But the problem was, Murdoc was holding him in place… With his body. Not with his hands, or arms, like he usually did… But his entire body was pressed up against 2D's, and it made him uneasy when the man shifted his deadly gaze from 2D's open mouth to the man's wide, black eyes.
"I've always… Had something for yew, ya know." Murdoc uttered quietly, before allowing his lips to fall onto 2D's. His arms shifted around 2D's back, whilst his mouth moved up against the vocalist's, tongue begging for entry.
2D was… stunned, to say the least. His eyes were wide, and his body and mind unresponsive. But when he felt Murdoc's rough tongue caress his closed lips, he realised what was happening and knew he had to do something. He raised his arms and pushed at the man.
Murdoc froze. He then slowly, ever so slowly pulled away, mismatched eyes staring into the dark ones of 2D. They held confusion, possibly anger, a sense of guilt and also pain.
2D slithered away from Murdoc, quicker than he had ever scampered away from someone in his life. His wide eyes stared at the Satanist, and a hand raised to his lips, wiping off the other man's saliva.
Perhaps Murdoc saw this as a silent rejection, because his shoulders sagged, and the gaze dropped. He scratched the back of his neck thoughtfully, and eventually shrugged.
"Guess yew want an explanation, right?"
"I… Ah… It would be nice, yeah." 2D stuttered, unsure of what he should say. Of course, whilst it wasn't every day one of your closest friends came over and kissed you, it also wasn't every day your male friend did such a thing – Especially if such a friend is Murdoc Niccals.
Murdoc did not raise his eyes to look at 2D directly – Instead he focused on a spot just above 2D's head, as if disregarding the vocalist completely, whilst inside his mind was racing. Had he been too forward? Did the dullard not know what that had meant? Had 2D not guessed that Murdoc had a thing for him? Surely the signs all told Murdoc he had a chance… Right?
"Basically, I 'ave a crush on yer." Murdoc said bluntly, "And… You've been actin' all… Girlie… Recently, like yew fancy someone too. So I though' it was me… S'pose I was wrong, eh?" He asked tonelessly, the feelings of rejection sinking in. Without even waiting for an answer, Murdoc crossed the deserted studio room and strode out into the corridor, not even looking back at the man he had just kissed.
He passed Noodle by, who had been waiting by the door. He ignored her short but numerous questions as he brushed past. He knocked Russel out of the way, unable of snarling in the man's face for eating another take-away. He was numb inside, heart riddled with uncertainty and also disgust for himself.
Why the fuck would 2D be gay in the first place? He'd been out with Paula, for Christ sake. Sure, she was enough to turn any man gay for life, but maybe… Maybe she had been an act. Or maybe 2D was, in fact, bisexual.
Or perhaps Murdoc was just looking for signs that weren't even there.
Murdoc was practically running now. Salty tears gathered in his eyes, and his fingers searched numbly for the keys to his Winnebago. He found them, thrusting them into the door before throwing himself inside, avoiding several Satanic items to reach his bed. Without any further hesitation, he hurled himself onto the bed, burying his face in the pillow, as if the action would somehow make him forget what had just happened.
He felt… Ashamed, to say the least. Now that 2D knew about Murdoc's… preferences… It wouldn't take long for everyone else to find out. And now that the dullard knew about Murdoc's true feelings, nothing would ever be the same between them again. It would cause confusion and tension to arise within the band, until eventually the secret would spill.
Oh yes… Murdoc could almost see it now. He could see 2D's flushed cheeks, eyebrows slanted downwards in great anger. He could hear Noodle's girly gasp, and then her eyes would widen, and she would drop her guitar onto the floor. It would make a noise, but no one made a move to retrieve the fallen instrument. Russel would have paused on the way to putting another Sub-Sandwich into his gut, and he would have lowered his hands, gazing blankly at the two men, almost as if to say, 'What the hell…?' And then 2D would take deep, calming breaths, and realise what he had just said and done. He would stare at the drummer and guitarist, sighing heavily. Then he would turn to the bassist, offering his apologies, but not forgetting to throw a cheap insult or word of advice his way, not knowing just how much those words were cutting him, breaking his heart…
Murdoc heard someone knocking on his door loudly, but decided to ignore the noise. He threw his shoe at the window, hoping they would get the hint.
Then he faintly heard a girlish sigh, and instantly knew it was Noodle. Against his own will, Murdoc went to open the door. In fact, his hand was on the handle when he hesitated.
Why bother? She would only find out what he had done… And she would hate him. Why should Noodle's innocence be tainted by hearing what Murdoc – really – was? Why would he do such a thing, when she had never done anything to distress the bassist?
Murdoc sighed, and leaned against his door.
"Leave me the fuck alone, Noodle." He said quietly, in a tone that was so devoid of emotion, it almost scared him.
On the other side, Noodle visibly paused. She then shook her head, mumbling something in Japanese all the way. Her eyes opened and she stared at the spot where she knew Murdoc would be standing, as if hoping the faint eye contact through the darkened window pane would coax the man into allowing her entry.
Of course, such a thing did not happen. She stood there for another minute, and left something on Murdoc's doorstep… That night's dinner. Noodle had guessed he would not have the heart to go to dinner with everyone else. She then turned on her heel, having every intention of seeing how 2D was acting – Surely they had done, or said something, that had triggered some sort of rift? Noodle rubbed her arms, trying to warm herself, as she re-entered the Kong building, and sighed when she noticed 2D's pale, wide-eyed expression. Leaning her head to one side, Noodle smiled gently, trying a less obvious approach. Sometimes, being subtle had its advantages.
"Hello there, 2D," Noodle said cheerfully, taking her beloved's hand and leading him into the living room where they had watched TV earlier. She gestured to the remote once they had taken seats next to one another. "Would you like to watch something with me?"
2D shook his head in a no, but then realised Noodle would interpret that differently. "I mean, uhh… You choose, darlin." He assured her, putting the cool remote into her hand. "S'all yours." He mumbled, his mind racing.
He had just… Just been kissed! Holy shit! And by Murdoc, of all people! Who would have thought… Maybe all of the beatings were a hint as to how Murdoc really felt about 2D? 2D shook his head slightly, then gripped the sides of his hair in frustration.
This was so goddamn confusing! Why would he have an attraction for 2D! Why him, of all people, when it was obvious he was straight?
Well, maybe he hadn't said it aloud, but he'd always assumed everyone knew about his sexuality… Maybe 2D had been sending mixed signals, due to his feelings for Noodle? 2D sighed, and reopened his eyes that he hadn't even known were shut. Noodle was staring at him with a burning curiosity.
"Is there something you want to talk about, 2D-sama?" She asked, glancing only for a moment at the TV before sighing, turning it off reluctantly. Shaman King would be on again shortly.
2D shrugged, smiling very slightly. "Aww, its nowt to concern yew, Noodle." He pressed the 'on' button on the Sky remote. "Is yer show on again?" He asked casually, feeling his mood brightening already. He would be able to muse over what Murdoc did later… Right now, he was interesting mainly in the teenager sitting next to him, watching the commercials that seemed to be a tradition on channels centred around children.
Noodle nodded, cuddling a cushion for extra warmth – her hands were still freezing from the snowball collecting, despite the gloves and radiators being on full blast. She had even lit the fire. If they weren't careful, there would be another power cut from overloading the system.
"It's on about six times a day, so now that school is out, I can watch it all the time." She explained excitedly, as the opening theme came on. "Plus, I haven't seen any of these episodes… They've only just been translated into English."
Just when 2D was about to point out it wouldn't matter if the episode wasn't dubbed, Noodle hushed him and began to tense up next to him on the sofa. Sure, the episode wasn't the best she had seen, but it still involved quite a lot of action. She gasped in certain places, and bit her lower lip very slightly. It took a lot out of 2D to not just take a picture of her in this position. Instead he grinned, and watched the show with her.
He had just thought up of yet another Christmas present for her. Ooh, he was good.
The show finished without much fuss, and Russel announced tea was ready. Then it all came flooding back, and he froze, hand hesitating on the chair he had been about to sit on. He inhaled shakily, and slowly sat down, fully aware that the drummer had noticed his actions.
"2D, d'you wanna go see if Murdoc wants some food?"
Those words sent 2D's cutlery clattering back down onto the table. Taking a deep breath, 2D collected them, mumbling under his breath:
"Something tells me he'll be able to get his own dinner." He directed his gaze at his food when he said this, causing even Russel to stop eating.
"What do you mean by that?" Russel asked, resuming eating quickly.
2D shrugged. "Ask him yourself."
"But… I'll get my face kicked in."
"Well then."
"…"
2D glared at his food, now not even barely hungry. Sure, he wanted to eat, but he was afraid that doing so would attract Murdoc to the dinner table, which was something the man wasn't quite yet ready to face.
Noodle had listened and watched this exchange silently, and suddenly felt nauseous. Was there something 2D wasn't telling them all? Why had he gone all weird after Murdoc stormed out of the studio? Did they argue? No, that would be too ordinary for them both to be pissed off about… Had they had words over money? That was more likely.
But no matter what, Noodle knew… She wouldn't be able to understand until she knew the story, from both men's point of views. And to do that… She needed to confront them.
And we all know how determined Noodle can be.
Yami's koi: I will not lie when I say I was a little annoyed at some of the responses I got. Sure, I'm grateful I even got a response, considering the shit quality of this piece. But if you had any idea what had gone in since I last updated… Okay, I'll tell you. I argued with my mom, she screamed in my face that my Great Aunt is dying before storming out of the room, and I got attacked after school because I'm, apparently, some dyke/Goth. Be a bit more sympathetic next time, okay? Maybe I'm overreacting, but I know I could do without updating once every week.
But then again… It's always about the readers, isn't it?
For those who reviewed purely for the content and not at the arrival of the update… I thank you.