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Russel, for once, was the fist one up at Kong, but still he was oblivious to the events that had taken place during the early morning of that day. He walked into the kitchen and ate down a few doughnuts. With being full, his curiosity kicked in, wondering what had happened to Murdoc. Not wanting to take the energy to go to the car park, he started walking towards Noodle's room. If anyone knew anything, it'd be her. As he approached the door he reached out one of his large arms and knocked on it.

"Noodle?"

No answer

"Noodle? You awake, girl?"

Still no answer but he heard a slight whimper. Slowly he pushed the door open and that's when he saw the pretty-boy singer. His blue hair was messy and down in his face, and from what he could see, he was shirtless.

"Oh this better not be what it looks like!" boomed Russel as he swung open the door with force.

2D snapped to attention, and miraculously the Axe Princess had stayed asleep.

"Eh - Russ!" he cried, "no, n-no, n-n-no! It's not wot it looks like a'all!"

"Better start explaining," he had he hair around 2D's scrawny throat now.

"I was upset las' night an' I came to talk at Noodle, 'eere, an' it was really late when I got back an', an', an' I jus' fell asleep!"

"Where's your clothes?"

2D looked down at his bare chest and racked his brain for a second.

"OH!" he finally cried, "I didn' wanna get 'er bed muddy, since I was an' all."

"What?" Russel asked "Ok, start from the beginning. I don't think you're telling everything."

2D's left eye twitched, "I wos out las' night, in the rain, s'all…"

Russel raised one of his large eyebrows, "and…?"

"Thas' all, Russel!" the grip around his neck got a little tighter. "Realli!"

Noodle stirred in her sleep a little.

"I dun wanna wake 'er up…" said 2D, "les' jus' go..please? I swear nothing' 'appened…she's like my own sister…really."

Russel finally took his hand from 2D's throat.

"She better have the same story, man," he glanced down at his bare chest, "and get some clothes on!"

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2D stumbled past Murdoc's Winnebago, pulling on his wet jeans. Not like he should be though, they were just going to come off as soon as he got to his room. He tripped over his own feet and his face met the concrete.

"Aw, shit!' he cried out as he rolled onto his back. Ironically, at that moment, a very hung-over Murdoc had finally stumbled out of the Winnie mumbling something about the bitchy waitress again. Then he looked up and saw the singer on the floor.

"Fuckin' morning to ya, sodder," he mumbled.

"Erm…'alo…Murdoc…"

"Wot the 'ell are you doing?"

"Well…Russel threw me out of Noodle's room an…"

"You FUCKED my guitarist?"

"No, no, no, n-no!" he scamred. "Of all people, anyway, you shouldn' be so critical….relli…" he ran a hand through his hair.

"Wot?" Murdoc blinked, still forgetting what he had done last night.

"Ya know…" 2D mumbled looking at his feet.

And then it all came back to the Satanist.

"Oh…" he said placing his hand on his head in shock, "OH shit!"

"yeah…" he was still looking at this feet.

"Well…I was drunk!" Murdoc snapped into defense mode, "an you're such a girlie-guy tha' I thought you were a girl! Yeah! An' god, Dullard, ew…I'm not a 'omosexual!"

2D blinked, "you knew it wos me…"

"I was WASTED!" his headache was getting worse and worse by the second.

"You knew…it wos me," said 2D standing up, "you KNEW it wos me! And wot the 'ell are you up too? Wot the fuckin' 'ell are you trying to do to me?"

Murdoc was taken aback. Was 2D actually defending himself?

"Better shut up," mumbled Murdoc, "or else I'll bloody ya up."

"You'd like that, wouldn't ya?" cried 2D as he stomped off to his room. "I 'ATE YOU! I FUCKIN' 'ATE YOU!"

His bedroom door slammed shut, and Murdoc was furious. Deep, deep down, he was hurt. He didn't want to admit it, even to himself, but he had just a bit of hope that Stuart Tusselpot would have kissed him back and nothing awkward would have happened, not like this. But it did happen and now it was time for the self-proclaimed anti-Christ to stir up some hell.

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Russel couldn't help it - he felt left out of the whole istuation, and he wanted to know what was going down in Kong. He snuck back into Noodle's room as soon as 2D was out of sight.

"Noodle," he whispered, "Noodle!" He leaned over her bed and gently shook her tiny shoulders.

She looked up at him and blinked, "Mmm…nani?"

"Did…uh…" he didn't want to say anything to frighten the sleepy girl, "2D harm you in anyway last night?"

She rolled over in her bed and faced Russel, "Iie, Russel-sama, Daijoubu desu. Daijoubu desu ka?"

"Baby girl, English, please."

"No, he didn't I'm fine," she looked around, "Where is Stu-sama?"

"I came in to talk to you and he was in here," explaind Russel, " and I kicked him out. I thought he had umm…mistreated you or something."

Noodle shook her head, her purple locks swinging along with, "Stu-sama would never hurt me in any way. He was just upset about what Murdoc had done to him and he just didn't want to be alone. Usually, I'd never let him stay, but, Russel-sama, he was so upset. What Murdoc-san did is unacceptable."

"Did he bloody him up again?"

Noodle shook her head again, "Iie," she leaned close to Russel, "he kissed him."

Russel blinked his glowing white eyes, "he what?"

"I know," said Noodle leaning back, "explains a lot but it create so many new questions."

Russel scratched his bald head, "but Muds hated 'D with a passion."

"Ever think it was a cover up…the threats, beatings, and all?"
"So, what was 'D's reaction?"

"I think," said Noodle, choosing her words carefully, "he's confused. He sees Murdoc-san in a new way now…and he wants to accept it as a good thing, even though it means they're on a whole new page…a more..intimate one, maybe?"

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2D was in his room sprawled out on the floor. He whimpered as he opened up a bottle of pain killers. Mmm…it was empty. He rolled onto his stomach, his mind was starting to swim from the previously consumed pain killers. Hadn't he always secretly longed to be like Murdoc, be with Murdoc? And now was his chance, and he was scared, and didn't know how to act. Finally, to his relief, the drugs consumed him into one of the deepest sleeps of his life.

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Murdoc was mercilessly flipping through old phonebooks, papers, address books,. Damn Dullard, had to throw everything away. He screamed in frustration as he threw the third phonebook he had looked through onto the floor. "Fuckin' shit! Fuck!"

Then he saw the picture fall out of the phonebook. A grin came across his face as he picked up the picture and read the number on the back.

A.N: Oohh…plot thickens! Yes, it is STILL a 2D/Murdoc fic…I'm just putting some twist into the plot D