Ok, chapter five.. .started at… 11:30! :D Im not gonna be loopy by the end of it at all! Anyway, enjoy!

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Much to Murdoc's disappointment, 2D didn't plan on returning that night. He didn't feel like having this happen again as it was certain to. He washed the blood from his face and took shallow breaths to keep his sides from hurting. He was still trying to figure out what had made the bassist so angry. And what was with his explanation? "You sit 'ere lookin' the way you do." 2D repeated to himself quietly. What was it supposed to mean? Was it because 2D existed that he did it? He wasn't even looking at Murdoc when he was set off so it couldn't have been a look he was giving him. He sighed hopelessly. He would never understand how the dead man's brain worked.

He dried off his face and looked in the mirror. Still beaten, still broken, definitely going to bruise, was all that came to mind when he saw his face. He wadded the towel up and left it sitting on the rim of the sink. He took a deep breath to test his sides. Ow! Better not do that again, they were still very tender. He rubbed his temples as a headache was coming on too. Crying and getting one's self beat into the floor and then the wall was not good for a person who suffered from migraines all too frequently. He walked out of the bathrooms and headed to the kitchen.

Upon entering the kitchen he met up with Noodle. She examined his face but said nothing. It was quite obvious what had happened. She shook her head. "'Ey Noods." 2D said passing her, he kept a stash of pain killers in the kitchen.

"Konbanwa 2D-kun." She sighed and got a glass of water for him as he dug out a large amount of pills. She offered him the glass of water. "Fanks Noods." He took the water. He swallowed the pills dry. Then took a sip of water and sat it down on the counter.

Noodle blinked at 2D's non-logic but said nothing and looked up at him. "I take it… Murdoc pulled himself out?"

2D nodded. "'E said I was too pure for 'im or somefink. Also, 'e was a sufferin' from alcoholic withdrawal while in me so…" He shrugged. Noodle blinked. Had she actually forgotten how bad alcoholic withdrawal was for a human body? That had to have been one of the worst ideas she had ever had for a punishment.

"So, is he staying out or not?" She asked. "I don't fink so. 'E provably jus' wanted a break, ya know?" Noodle frowned and nodded her head. "Where is he?"

"Me room still provably. 'E didn't seem like 'e wanted ta leave. But tha c'n change, 'e bein' Muhdoc an all. I don't wanna go back 'ere though. 'M finkin' 'bout sleepin' in the studio kitchen." 2D put his arms around himself frowning.

"Ask Russle-san if you can sleep in his room with him. I would offer, but, Russle-san and probably even Murdoc-san would both get angry at you if you did sleep in my room with me." That made no sense to 2D, what sort of things would they think he would do to Noodle? She was, if not a sister, a daughter to him, he stopped trying to think it out and just ignored it. "Nah, I fink I'll jus' sleep on the couch kay?" Noodle frowned, "Ok, if you need anything, let me know 2D-kun." She smiled at him and left the kitchen, heading for her room.

2D took his glass of water and headed for the studio. He poked around the studio kitchen looking for a blanket he knew existed in the place. "'Ere issit?!" He yelled frustrated. His pills were already starting to take effect and make him tired. He decided to give up this stupid search and plopped down on the couch. He sighed resting his head on the armrest. The light glared down at him through his eyelids. He grumbled and got to his feet, turned off the light, then trudged back to the couch. A storm raged outside, thunder clearly audible, this was going to be a hard night.

2D jolted awake at a loud crash outside. He buried himself deep in the couch and shivered. The room was dark, no windows didn't really help either. Another crash came, startling him and causing him to further attempt to make himself one with the couch. He chanced a look to the clock on the microwave. 2:24, he hadn't been asleep two hours! He moaned and buried his face in the couch. In the darkness, he heard a click. His head bolted up and looked around the room franticly. He reached out into the darkness in front of him to make sure it was clear, unfortunately this set him off balance and caused him to fall off the couch and land on his face. He made a whining noise as he scrambled to right himself.

A voice came. "Wot ewe doin' sleepin' in 'ere dullard?" 2D continued to franticly look around the room. "Muh-Muhdoc?" His voice trembled fearfully. Stuck in a pitch black room with Murdoc where no one could hear him. Just perfect.

He felt something cold breeze past his shoulder, causing him to shiver. "Wot dullard?" Murdoc's voice came again. "'Ere are ya?" 2D asked, sounding like a frightened child. He felt a tap to his shoulder. He turned to look, finding a green glowing monster sitting behind him. He screamed and scrambled away, or tried to anyway, if said glowing monster hadn't grabbed the back of his shirt with its claws. "Leggo, leggo, leggo!!" He screamed, continuing to thrash, trying to get out of its' grip. The monster let loose a chilling, throaty laugh as it let go of 2D's shirt. 2D scrambled away and hid his face in his hands in a corner. The monster continued to laugh.

"You're sucha pansey 2D!" Murdoc's laughter intensified. "Ewe shoulda seen your face!" 2D could feel tears running down his cheeks and his face turning red with embarrassment. "I-It's not funny Muhdoc!"

"Sure it was funny!" Murdoc continued to laugh in the darkness, no longer glowing. "It wasn't funny ta me…" Stu curled up in the corner, the pain from his earlier wounds starting to come back to him now that the "danger" was over. He felt something cold standing next to him. He opened one eye, seeing nothing. "C'mon wot ewe doin' sleepin' in 'ere anaway?" He felt Murdoc's cold hand on his back. "Ya 'ad me bedroom, so I fought I'd sleep in 'ere ya know?"

"If ya didn't want me in ya room so bad ewe coulda jus' told me. Your room is appalling anyway." When 2D didn't answer Murdoc rolled his eyes in the darkness. "C'mon on now, let's get you ta your room, right?" He picked up 2D and slung him over his shoulder like an over six foot sack of potatoes. 2D blinked. "Why ya bein' so nice all of the sudden?"

"Cause when we get back ta your room 'm gonna hit ya summore." Upon hearing this answer from Murdoc, 2D's eyes went wide. "No, no, no!" He thrashed around, trying to get away from him.

"'Ey! Stop tha! It was a fucking joke, dullard! Stop thrashing 'round you're goin' ta…" There was the sound of 2D hitting his head on the door frame they were now passing through. "… 'Urt yaself…" 2D yelled in pain into the darkness. Damn that had hurt!

"Nice goin' face-ache." 2D moaned from Murdoc's shoulder. Murdoc could feel blood from 2D's head slide down his back. "Perfect, ewe still even conscious?"

"Ye…" Was all 2D said. "Well, looks like we're gonna 'ave ta get ewe a few pills when we get back then…"

"You didn't answer my question…" All 2D heard was Murdoc grumble beneath him. That was as good as he was going to get obviously. Despite the cold and Murdoc's shoulder in his gut, his smell, the feel of him, and the rocking motion of his step, lulled 2D into sleep.

2D opened his eyes, he blinked at the darkness. Where was he? He tiredly looked around the room. There was a digital clock next to the soft bed he lay on, it read 6:48. He sighed and sunk back into the bed. He heard a soft breathing by his ear, why did half of the bed he was sleeping in feel so cold?

"Go back ta sleep dullard, ewe shouldn't be awake yet." 2D shot straight up in bed when he recognized the voice as the bassist's. "Muhdoc! Wot are ya doin' in me bed?!" He flipped on the light and looked at the man laying next to him.

"Tryin' ta see if I c'n actually sleep or not… So far… I can't" Murdoc replied nonchalantly.

"So wot are ya doin' in me bed though? Couldn't you've tested 'is in your bed?" Why was 2D making a fuss over this? The bassist was actually in his bed! Trying to sleep next to him! Why was he being a whiny bitch about this?!

"Ewe obviously ain't a mornin' person… 'En again, neither am I…" Murdoc seemed pensive before looking back at 2D. "I really would like some sleep dullard." 2D blinked at him. Murdoc sat up, "Open wide." He smashed himself into 2D, causing him to fall backwards off his bed. Now that 2D was conscious for it, he noted how the bassist had entered him through his eyes, nose and mouth. Did he always have to be so rough about it? 2D rubbed his head sitting on the floor, why hadn't Murdoc taken over? Didn't matter, 2D stood and laid back down on is bed. He sighed, and fell asleep once again.

There was a knock at 2D's door. Murdoc opened 2D's eyes and glared at the door hatefully. He made a demonic growl before rolling out of 2D's bed and making his way to the door. It was Noodle who had been asked by Russle to come and get the two up. "Wot issit love?" Murdoc asked, scratching 2D's collar bone.

"Good morning Murdoc-san. Russle wants you two up for breakfast now." Murdoc yawned. "Well, love, ewe c'n tell 'im, tha' 'e c'n shove his breakfast up where the sun don't shine, savvy?" Definitely not a morning person…

"I'll make sure to tell him this Murdoc-san, but come up sometime, I'll put your breakfast in the microwave."

"Thanks, love." Murdoc smiled at Noodle, "I'll jus be goin' back ta bed now." He turned and started to head back to 2D's bed.

"Thank you for going to find 2D-kun last night, Murdoc-san. I was worried if he was getting sleep or not." Murdoc stopped, "Uh, sure, no problem, love." He closed the door with his foot and headed back to the bed. Leaving Noodle smiling as she walked up the stairs to the rest of Kong.

At least Murdoc really did care about 2D and it wasn't just her imagination. Although, all those bruises 2D often sported often made her think otherwise. She supposed Murdoc was the epitome of denial.

Another two days passed without incident. Murdoc kept up his niceties with 2D as scary as 2D thought it was. However, Murdoc was on the same terms as he always was with Russle and Noodle, both of the band mates agreed to let Murdoc drink as much or as little booze as he wanted, which turned out to be a lot. He had spent the better half of the first day drunk in the Winnebago and the for the entire second day he wasn't active. However, it seemed that he had beaten 2D into submission and was now out and fighting with Russle about cleaning the lounge. Noodle rubbed her temples. Just like old times…

"All I'm sayin' man is that it wouldn't kill you to pick up your goddamn beer cans every once in awhile!!" Russle yelled at the drunken bassist inside of the singers body.

"No it wouldn't kill me cause 'm already dead. Now shut your fat-arse and try usin' a treadmill sometime." Murdoc sucked down another beer and scratched 2D's bare stomach. Russle ground his teeth. He wanted to wring the skinny idiot's neck! Unfortunately one skinny idiot was inside of another and the other one didn't deserve the pain the one really needed. Russle pounded his fist down on the arm of the chair Murdoc was sitting in, making a nice snapping noise as the wood gave way. He got in 2D's face and yelled, "Look man! Just because you're in D's body, doesn't give you the right to do whatever the fuck you want! If it gets to the point where I have to put 2D in the hospital because of you, so be it! Grow up you piece of shit and actually do something!" Russle turned around and stormed out of the room, not wanting to break 2D's nose the five times Murdoc once again deserved.

Murdoc sat in the broken chair, he wiped some of the sticky spit off his face and thought about what Russle had said. Cause 2D pain because of him? How stupid was that, the dullard hadn't done anything so Russle had no right hurting him even if Murdoc had been acting stupid. "Annoying wanker." He sucked another beer and crushed the can against his head. He tossed it away and surveyed the room, it really was a rubbish heap, maybe Russle had a point… Nah. He kept drinking.

The day passed quickly, Murdoc had spent most of it drunk so of course it would seem that way. Meanwhile, 2D was left in charge of the severely intoxicated body. Oh, god his head hurt. He clung to his bed, trying his best to ignore the pains of the days before, his headache, and now this horrible pain in his stomach. "Why're ya so mean ta me?" 2D moaned into his bed sheets.

"Well…" He heard from the monitors on his wall. 2D moaned again, he really couldn't tell what hurt more right now. "How much did ya driiiink?"

"I dunno, least… two cases." No wonder it felt like 2D's stomach was going to explode, he bet his bladder would have to explode sometime soon… He got to his feet, or rather, tried to. He stumbled forward a good few feet, only to trip over and smash his still very sore face into the wall. He groaned as he sat back from the wall and rubbed his badly abused face. Meanwhile, Murdoc's taunting laugh reached him from the many shining surfaces in his room. "Uuooough…" He once again tried to get to his feet, least he succeeded this time. Now… The stairs. He tripped up the stairs more often than he walked up them when he was sober, this time he spent pretty much the entire time making out with them.

Murdoc's cacophony joined him once again as he pulled his sorry excuse for a body into the bathroom. He knelt in front of the toilet and waited for the nausea to get worse. "Lightweight!" Murdoc taunted. 2D vomited violently in the bowl, if that night a few days ago was bad, this was hell.

The night dragged on, 2D was close to passing out. The splitting migraine along with the horrible nausea it induced and the previous nausea to add atop it, 2D couldn't imagine how it could possibly get any worse. 2D's body was not constrained by his lack of imagination, it did get worse. 2D sucked on his lip frustrated as the call of nature made its self known. "Uuugh, Muhdoc?"

"Wot issit?" Murdoc asked from one of the shiny objects around 2D. "C'n ya come out please? I need ya ta get me a rubbish bin." 2D asked pitifully. There was a throaty, pensive groan, it usually was the prelude to a 'no'. How surprised 2D was when Murdoc's answer was a "Fine."

2D felt the air next to him freeze over. He turned his head and looked up at the bassist. "'Ow… 'Ow come I can't feel ya comin' out..?" He asked trying to keep his stomach from convulsing anymore.

"It's like sex my boy. Lot easia gettin' out than goin' in." He gave 2D a foul smirk before walking off to get him the trashcan he needed. Meanwhile, Stu pulled himself off his knees undid his jeans. Murdoc returned a few seconds later with the trashcan and closed the stall door for 2D, he didn't need to see that. However, the brief glimpse he did catch of Stuart had him thinking "Niiiice." He slammed his head into the wall of the bathroom.

"Muhdoc, wot was tha?" 2D asked from the stall. "Nothing dullard. Mind ya own business." 2D asked nothing more on the subject.

Time carried on, it was about three A.M. when Stu spoke to Murdoc next. His migraine had gone down considerably but the nausea hadn't. "Muhdoc?"

"Wot?" The bassist answered from his spot on the floor by the sinks. "Wot was 'ell like for when ya was 'ere?" Stu asked. Murdoc blinked at the request. Rather strange for 2D to be asking now, but, hey why not just tell him.

"It was… Like sittin' in an eighy degree waitin' room for three days 'en I was the only one 'ere. The snack machine an drink machines were both broke, all the speaka played was elevata music, I 'ad no fags eitha for three days. An 'en I finally got called in, I 'ad a sodding American demon deal with me… Secretary didn't 'ave a 'alf bad arse on 'er though…"

"Oh…" Was all 2D said, he had expected it to be a more traditional setting, you know, fire 'n brimstone and what not. "I fink… If I eva en' up in 'ell… 'Is is gonna be wot it's gonna be like for me." Stu finally said.

"No, Stu, ewe ain't goin' ta go ta 'ell ana time soon." Murdoc said smiling a bit, thanking that 2D's stall door was still closed.

"Wot makes ya so sure?"

"You're too pure ta en' up in 'ell. If anaone deserves ta go ta 'eaven it's ewe." Murdoc began to click Stu's lighter open and closed. 2D smiled from his place in the stall. "Really?"

"O' course really, dumbarse! No one as stupid an' innocent as ewe will eva en' up down below wif the likes o'me." Murdoc continued to fidget with 2D's lighter.

"'Ow c'n ya be so sure?" 2D persisted, not wanting this conversation to end. Murdoc sighed. "Cause… On the inside… Ewe are really innocent an' good. I would 'ave way less trouble 'angin' on ta a priest… A fighting priest at tha'. Nobody like ewe… would eva en' up in 'ell. Why're ewe worried 'bout 'is all the sudden?"

"Cause I fink I'm gonna die." 2D vomited into the toilet to punctuate the statement. Murdoc smiled a little. "Ewe ain't gonna die face-ache. I've been through worse, well… I've been through worse things tha' didn't kill me."

"Muhdoc… Jus exactly… 'Ow did you die?" Stuart ventured to ask. Murdoc made a pensive, low, growling noise in the back of his throat. "I know wot I was doin' before I died… Wot exactly killed me I dunno."

"I see…" Both of them remained quiet for the rest of the night. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence either. It was pleasant actually. Even 2D's stomach had calmed down. It was about six when 2D finally stood and walked out of the stall. Murdoc had been sitting in the same spot all night. "'Ey face-ache, feelin' betteh?" He asked standing up.

"Ye, a lot betteh, but 'm tired an I fink 'm gonna ta bed." 2D yawned.

"Alright." Murdoc paced over to 2D, he was obviously ready to get back in. Stu stood stark straight, waiting for Murdoc to slam himself in. But what he was expecting never came. He felt chapped, cold lips gently brush over his. He looked down at the bassist, eyes wide. He tried to wrap his arms around him, but before he could, Murdoc had already gone. Stu looked to the mirror, in hopes the bassist was still awake. He sighed dejectedly when he saw Murdoc was already asleep. Feeling lonely and confused, he trudged down to his bed and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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Yeah i started this at 11:30 P.M. on a Sunday, it is now... 1:24 A.M. on a Monday and I have school...