Now that things have finally started getting to where I've been wanting them to go… Things could start getting mushy in the future :p. Ok, it's Murdoc and 2D so maybe mushy isn't exactly the word, but you get the idea, R&R.

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The next three days came and went. Not a single word was spoken between the two about the kiss. Hardly any words were exchanged between the body buddies at all as a matter of fact. Noodle was beginning to worry about the two of them as well. It was quite obvious something was wrong, where Murdoc, when in control, usually had his head held up high and was more than willing to get into a fight, now seemed listless and absent minded at times. Also had many times refused to fight with the rather portly drummer over the past days. And with 2D, he just seemed defeated and very confused the past few days. She could also see it in how they interacted. The two refused to look at each other, and the only thing Noodle had heard the two say to each other were "'Ey Muhdoc did you get any sleep last night?" and "Shuh up dullard." Both comments had actually been several hours apart too, she was really worried about the two. She didn't really believe in interfering in business that really wasn't her own, but the both were her friends and help wasn't hard to find at Kong.

"Hey, D?" Russle looked into the kitchen at the singer standing at the counter. "Guess again fat-arse." Murdoc said rather apathetically as he a took a swig off his beer. Russle's brow furrowed, this wasn't going to be as easy since it was Murdoc he was dealing with.

"Alright then Muds. Can you come with me for a minute?" The bassist attempted the throaty, pensive growl, only to end up with a higher almost melodic moan. He blinked and made a mental note never to try it with 2D's voice again "Fine." He pushed off from the counter he was leaning upon and walked over to Russle.

That was a lot easier than he thought it was going to be… Either Murdoc knew what he was up to and had something planned, or his mood as of late just caused him not to really care. "Come on there's something Noodle wants you to talk to her about." That stopped Murdoc and perhaps a listening 2D, dead in their tracks.

"Wot does she want ta talk about?" Murdoc asked with unease. Had 2D said something to them when he wasn't listening? "I didn't say a fing!" 2D said from a reflective picture frame in the hall, indignant that Murdoc was accusing him.

"Shuh up face-ache." Murdoc turned back to Russle. "What are you hidin' Muds?" Russle said beginning to get angry.

"I ain't hidin' nothin' an 'm not 'appy wif bein' accused of something I didn't even do! Wot eva it is Noodle wants, if it's about somethin' I did, I 'aven't done nothing for the last three days but, drink, smoke, eat, and sleep. Ok?!" He glared at Russle through 2D's eyes. Murdoc was sure acting suspicious, usually if he did something, he'd admit to it not being afraid of what others would think of him. He only denied doing things when they were bad and directed at a certain singer he had taken up residence in. But, Noodle hadn't told Russle anything, all she wanted him to do was get the two down to 2D's room and try not to get in a fight with Murdoc if it was indeed him who was in control. He had no right fighting with the surly bassist and only wanted to do as Noodle asked.

"I don't think it's about anything you've done. So come on and just follow me." Murdoc hesitantly followed the drummer as he walked off towards the car park and eventually 2D's room. When they arrived in the room, Noodle was standing by 2D's large, uncovered mirror. Uh oh.

"Uh, Noodle, love, wot's 'is about?" Murdoc asked as he noticed Russle moving in front of the door, blocking any escape. Noodle scrutinized Murdoc, then 2D in the mirror. "You two have been acting very strange the past few days. And we're both worried. So, whatever happened… We are not leaving until the both of you have talked it through." Noodle sat down next to the mirror, signifying that she definitely was not about to leave. Murdoc looked at 2D's image in the mirror. 2D gave him a pleading look back. Murdoc sighed and rubbed his head. "Fine, fine. But eh…. Couldja…. Maybe jus' wait outside?" Noodle smiled and stood up, "C'mon Russle-san." She took Russle's hand and dragged him out of the room.

Once outside and the door had been shut, the band mates heard Murdoc lock the door. "Uhh, baby girl, is this a good idea? I mean… Murdoc has been able to beat 2D up before…" Russle said slightly uneasy about leaving the two in a locked room together.

"It feel it will be ok Russle-san. Let's just wait and see how it turns out. Where usually I'd think we should have a more active role in a problem, this situation is private and needs to be handled much more delicately and only by the two who are involved. It will be alright, trust me."

Meanwhile, in Stuarts room. The two sat in silence. Neither wanting to be the first to speak. 2D through fear of punishment. Murdoc…. Just didn't want to talk about it. After a time, he sighed. "2D…" The reflection looked to him. "Wot?"

"Look, about the kiss…" Stuart looked at him hopefully. Murdoc had lined up exactly what he wanted to tell 2D. "Tha's all it was." That was not it… 2D's stomach dropped to the floor. So it had meant nothing.

"I was jus sorta outta it tha night. It's no big deal, jus' forget it eva 'appened." Murdoc's mouth continued. Why was he saying these things? He wanted to tell 2D he loved him! That it hadn't meant nothing! He cursed himself for always being so defensive of his feelings. It was his instinct to deny that he felt anything for anyone. Nobody but himself mattered, and he had to do whatever he could to maintain his dignity. All he felt was lust, pride, greed, wrath… Perfect for a sinner like him.

"I…. I… I see." Was all 2D said. "Don't go makin' a big deal about it face-ache." Murdoc shook his head, he couldn't believe he had just said that.

"Why are ya sayin' fings… Ya don't mean?" Murdoc looked up at 2D, he narrowed his eyes angrily. "Wot makes ewe think I don't mean wot I say? I always mean ta say wot I say."

"Ye but… Tha' ain't wot you're finkin'." Murdoc rolled his eyes. "Ye… An' if tha ain't wot 'm thinkin' wot is?" Murdoc raised an eyebrow, smirking at the man in the mirror. 2D swallowed a lump in his throat before answering. "I don't know… I jus' know you're lyin'."

Murdoc grinned foully at him. "Wot makes ye so sure eh?"

"Cause I can feel it… It's me 'ead you're in afta all…" 2D explained. Murdoc chuckled, "You're delusional faggot." The chuckle intensified into a deep throaty laugh. Now Murdoc just felt like fucking with the singers head a bit. He knew it wouldn't solve his current problem that he had indeed lied about his feelings, but sometimes it was better to avoid a problem, wasn't it?

2D frowned and averted his eyes to the ground. Murdoc was a terrific liar, it was working on him. Wot if 'e really ain't lyin'? Wot if… 'E's jus' makin' it seem like 'e is an 'e's jus tryin' ta fuck wif me… He released a morbid sigh of defeat. Murdoc chuckled. "Finally come ta ya senses dullard?" He asked. 2D meekly nodded. While Murdoc continued to smirk evilly, his insides were a brew of feelings, hatred for himself, and groping attempts at thinking up ways to make this better later.

In the darkness, it clicked. He grinned to himself. Tonight was going to be fun. 2D noticed the change in attitude almost immediately. "Wot you finkin' about Muhdoc?"

Murdoc rolled his eyes over to the singer. "Nofin' ewe 'ave ta worry about dullard." Really it wasn't Murdoc planned to take care of everything. 2D gave him a suspicious look, he could try to get into Murdoc's consciousness and see what was up, but he would definitely notice and things would end badly. If Murdoc could do so much physical damage to him in under 5 minutes god knows what he could do to Stu's subconscious when he had virtually all the time in the world.

"Don't even think about it." He warned upon catching a snippet of 2D's unprotected thoughts. They both had well learned how to hide their thoughts from each other. Murdoc was obviously better at it considering when he didn't want 2D to know something 2D never heard a strand of thought. Whereas Murdoc always could catch the gist of what 2D was thinking from a single second of dropped concentration. 2D frowned that Murdoc had caught him, he sighed.

"Are ya gonna tell Noods and Russ tha' we worked it out er somefink?" Stu said looking back to Murdoc sitting on the bed. Murdoc scratched underneath his chin thinking. "Uh, yea, I guess. I mean… We 'ave, 'aven't we?" 2D sighed yet again. "Yea, I guess so…"

"Don't think about it too much. It'll be easia tha' way." He stood up and walked to the door. "Now, try ta look 'appy… Or at least not as depressed…" What another fine situation his stupid instincts had messed up. This wasn't the first time it had happened in all honesty, but this time… This time he'd make up for it. For all the times this had happened. He opened the door and smiled down at the guitarist. "All betteh, love." He then looked up to Russle, for fear that Noodle might notice that he was lying. "Stay outta me business." He glared at the drummer to show he was well ready to get into a fight. The drummer snorted. "Well you seem to be better." Murdoc gave a foul smile, how saddening that a smile like that was more common upon 2D's sweet face than an actual happy one. Noodle eyed him suspiciously, she looked past him to the mirror, of course all that was in the mirror was 2D's back. She shrugged, they both did care about each other, maybe this was just how Murdoc acted. She had no reason to believe otherwise, it's not like she'd ever seen Murdoc in a different state of mind other than calculated insanity… Or just complete insanity. During this reflection, she had completely tuned out the two now dueling men above her. She looked up at them, it looked as though they were about a hair's breadth away from throwing punches. Yep, Murdoc was fine. Noodle smiled up at him confidently before taking the drummers hand and trying to pull the two away from each other.

Upon seeing his chance, Murdoc disappeared back into 2D's room, locking the door behind him. He looked to the clock on 2D's bedside desk, it read 4:39. He sighed, still a number of hours left until he could do what he planned. He looked to 2D in the mirror. Stu looked at him, though, he had nothing to say.

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Urgh, this has been done forever, but summer has that effect on people, ya know, it makes ya lazy, at least it does that to me. I started this during summer school so I was a bit more into working then ;. I know, I know, it wasn't really worth the wait, don't worry though, I have a well planned out next chapter. It shouldn't take nearly half as long to get up.