Noodle sighed deeply, pressing her back against her now closed-and-locked door, closing her eyes tightly. Her heart still raced from the adrenaline rush of feeling "caught."
'I wonder what's up with him?' she wondered idly. 'He looked even more out of it than usual...'
Running a hand through her violent, violet hair, she shook her head gently, forcing thoughts of a certain blue-haired drugged-up singer to the back of her mind. For now she needed to clean up and relax a bit, get some rest, and clear her mind.
Her pent-up frustrations were the cause of her... shall we say... "experimentations" anyway. Seventeen, famous, and living with her odd family, Noodle had found herself falling short of the whole boyfriend thing.
It wasn't that she wasn't attractive, or nice, or any other sort of nonsense. But try growing up with a big, black man daddy who glares threateningly over your shoulder at anything with a penis (including zombies... gross) and you'll quickly find that boys tend to make themselves scarce around you.
The fact that Kong studios was infested with all sorts of unpleasant things (demons, zombies, and skulls popping from hell-holes) didn't really help either.
And because of her obligation to the band, attending regular school wasn't an option.
So she was a little socially limited on the whole. Not that it bothered her much, but, well, sometimes you got a little lonely.
... And a little horny.
Noodle definitely wasn't an impractical girl. If you could satisfy your own desires without hurting anyone else, then why not do just that? And so instead of girlishly pining away for her first real kiss, Noodle had taken things, quite literally, into her own hands.
So, perhaps it was a little embarrassing. But it wasn't like she was the only one in the world who did it...
Sighing, she stepped under the flowing hot water of her shower, enjoying the feel of the heat loosening her muscles. She closed her eyes, turning her face upwards toward the water, holding her breath and feeling the water gently cleanse her body.
Though growing up, Noodle had been a bit of a late-bloomer, she was actually quite happy with her body, and was fairly confident in her appearence. The pressure to be beautiful as a famous female artist hadn't phased her too much as a child, but as she'd grown older, she was all-too-aware of her awkward body. She was a bit worried when at age fourteen she'd only seemed to grow taller, with no real evidence of growth in the girly-bits she knew were supposed to be getting larger.
But just a bit after her fifteenth birthday, things started to change.
She would never forget the look on Murdoc's face when she'd begged him to take her to the grocery store. He had adamantly refused until she told him what it was she needed, and when she finally gave in and screamed at him ("I NEED SOME TAMPONS, YOU JERK!") he had immediately shut the hell up and taken her to the store.
Chuckling a bit at the memory, Noodle gave herself a pat on the back. For a small Asian teen, she could be quite intimidating if need be.
Her incredible aim when it came to throwing blunt object's at people didn't hurt either.
Nor did her mad karate skills.
Or the fact that she had a razor sharp katana resting at her bedside.
Anyway... Not too many months later, and she'd forced Murdoc to drop her off at the mall. This time no questions were asked on his part, and she'd made her way into the mall to make a quick bra purchase in order to support her new jiggily-bits.
'Jiggily-bits...' she smiled, rinsing out her hair. It was such a funny expression.
She reached forward and reluctantly turned off the comforting water, opening her shower door and grabbing her fluffy pink towel from the towel rack, wrapping it around herself. She needed to go back to sleep, anyway...
Noodle had awoken around three that morning, heart racing and body warm, after having another one of her more intimate dreams. She really needed to stop reading those awful hentai doujinshi, they were perverting her already volatile mind...
It was incredibly frustrating when the subject of your fantasies lived two floors down in a rather secluded room.
It was even worse when said subject of fantasies was completely oblivious to the fact that he was the subject of such fantasies.
But the most frustrating thing was when you couldn't even make a pass at him, because he saw you as his kid-sister.
Stupid blue-haired git, with your stupid seductive voice, and stupid, irresistable, crooked grin.
But most of all, stupid hormones.
Yeah, she would pass on the naughtier scenes for a little while... these late night experimentations weren't exactly her cup of tea. Not that she didn't enjoy the feeling, but it always left her feeling a little lonelier. No one to cuddle with and all that jazz.
Glancing at a picture of her ten-year-old self perched atop 2D's shoulders, Noodle flicked out her light, closing her eyes to blissful sleep with a final thought.
'I hope I'm not falling for him.'
Because p.s., he was just a wee-bit older.
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2D woke up slowly, rolling around in bed for upwards of an hour before opening his eyes and glancing at the alarm clock that had never been set (ever). It read 12:00.
2D yawned and sat up, scratching his head and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, before realizing that he'd passed out in nothing more than a towel, which was now tangled up in his legs.
His head was throbbing. Nothing unusual about that, migraines and all... But his mouth hurt like hell too. And come to think of it, something tasted funny in his mouth as well. He disengaged himself from the towel, grabbed a cigarrette, and stumbled to his bathroom, flicking on the light.
"Bloody 'ell..." He mumbled, inspecting his cut lip. "Wot the fuck 'appened las' night?"
Oh. The questions we wished we never asked.
As if on cue, images of the scene he'd witnessed the night before raced through his mind, leaving him staring dumbly at his reflection for several moments.
"... Shit."
Well, so much for blissful ignorance...
... When had Noodle gotten breasts, anyway?
2D shook his head, lighting up his ciggy and looking around for his hydrocodeine to relieve his early morning migraine.
It took twenty minutes before he remembered to check his pajama pants pockets from the night before.
Twist.
Pop.
Swallow.
And now to move on with the rest of his life.
And now to also completely forget what Noods looked like nakey.
And now to feel like a dirty old man looking up the skirts of nice young birds on a windy day in the park.
Well, breakfast would be a start, anyway. Food would get his mind out of the old gutter.
Throwing on what he hoped were clean clothes, and putting on a bit of deodorant for good measure, 2D wandered out of his room to the carpark, heading upstairs to the kitchen to hopefully fill his unhappily hung-over stomach.
He was halted by a terrifying sight; Murdoc slamming open the door of his winnie, cigarrette hanging loosely from his mouth, eyes bloodshot and drooping, tighty-whities barely keeping his boy-bits in check.
2D gave him a happy smile.
"G'morning Murdoc! Lovely day, innit?"
Murdoc shot him the bird before stomping towards the entrance to the studio.
Unphased, 2D followed him inside, staying on Murdoc's trail and chattering incessantly.
"So wot'd you do las' night after I left Tantra? Oh an' sorry I left s'early but I had this wicked idea t'come home an'..." he paused, brow furrowing in concentration, before continutin, "...well, I don't really remember jus' why I left, but I'm sure I had a good reason. Did you ever catch up with that bird you were chatting up at the bar? She wos a real looker, seemed real into ya too..."
By the time they had reached the elevator, the vein above Murdoc's left eye was pulsing, and his eyes were narrowed in irritated rage.
"It's comin' up! It's comin' up! It's comin' up! It's DARE! Haha, tha' never gets old, does it Muds?"
Murdoc took a deep breath, turning around slowly, patented glare-o-death plastered on his face.
"Dullard, if you don't shut the FUCK up right now, I'm going to personally cut out your tongue and feed it to Cortez."
2D blinked, but shut his mouth, realizing that he was apparently pushing his luck with the man before him.
For Satan's sake, Murdoc hadn't even gotten in until six that bloody morning... And he'd had a bit of a run-in with the living dead on his way in as well, which had put him in a rather foul mood. The fact that the blonde bitch he'd scored with ended up throwing up all over him after an attempted blow only stretched Murdoc's already barely-there patience into practical non-existance.
All-in-all, it had been a pretty fucked up night.
And Murdoc really wanted to throw 2D into the hell hole right about now.
He made a mental note to see someone about uninstalling that horrible piece of shit that talked everytime one used the elevator. Fucking Noodle and her innocent face getting that damn thing installed in the first place.
They rode in silence up to the second floor, 2D nervously glancing around, before tentatively approaching the subject that had been on his mind for the twenty minutes he'd been up.
"Say, Muds-"
THWAK.
"Oouuuuuch!"
"I tol' ya t'shut the fuck up. I'm in no kind of mood to put up with you're rambling shit this mornin', man."
2D rubbed the spot on the back of his head where Murdoc had, well, bopped him, and decided that perhaps the subject of Noodle could wait until later...
As the elevator door opened, both men stopped and tentatively sniffed the air, the seductive scent of food washing over them, calling to them like a belly dancer in a harem.
Disregarding his own unclothed state, Murdoc shoved 2D out of the way and headed strait for the kitchen.
"Murdoc, watch out for the-"
"If I 'ave t'tell you to shut up once more I'm going to hang you up by your twig an- FUCK! Who the blooody FUCK put this shit here!"
"-thing."
A creature of habit, Murdoc had assumed that the Big Wheel was still in the same place it had been for the past three years, and had made a path to the kitchen going around said big whell accordingly.
Yet the events of the previous evening had moved the rather bothersome toy directly into the path of the pissed Satanist.
2D gulped.
Hellfire and brimstone were about to come bursting forth from the walls. Dark clouds swirled above Kong Studios ominously, thunder crackling as lightening struck an unsuspecting member of the walking dead. Somewhere, a candle blew out in a sudden gust of wind.
"FACE-ACHE!" Murdoc roared, standing up, picking up the damned toy, and hoisting it over his head.
"Murdoc-san!"
Murdoc looked to his right, glancing at the teen who was staring at him questioningly.
"Bad morning, Murdoc-san?"
"... You dunno the 'alf of it, love." He grumbled, lowering the Big Wheel and turning toward the only member of the band who could get Murdoc to calm down using words.
"Maybe some food will help? Russel-kun has made pancakes and sausage!" She smiled at Murdoc, stepping to the side so that he could enter the kitchen. He stalked past her, helping himself to a glass of water and ignoring the drummer while helping himself to food.
Noodle turned to address the nearly-throttled man before her. "Good morning 2D-san. Sleep well?"
2D felt his cheeks warm discreetly as he looked at her, trying very hard not to remember the way she had looked in the throws of passion, her hair mussed, her lips soft and inviting, begging to be kissed, her eyes heavy-lidded with lust...
"2D-san?"
Her quiet voice snapped him out of his reverie.
"Oh, uh, yeah, I slept awright. Had a bit of a late night though, bit too much to drink an' all, still feelin' a little fuzzy if y'catch me." He scratched the back of his head and smiled at her, patting her head as he walked into the kitchen.
She rolled her eyes. Even though it was endearing, Noodle was a bit tired of the old head-pat. She wasn't exactly four feet tall anymore...
A/N: Decided to take some time to explain some things. I'm a little bit of a kink myself, and I've modeled Noodle's sexual awakening on my own experience (minus the whole never-been-kissed part... I don't have a big black daddy on my ass though) in order to make it slightly more believable. Well, at least to those of us who are big pervy's eh? Anyway, yeah, slow chapter, but things will start to get a bit more interesting as the tension mounts.
Next on Escapades: special guest appearance by 2004's Dawn of the Dead, Russel starts getting a bit suspicious, and Murdoc is shit out of luck. Hah, he's so much fun to fuck with.