La Enfermedad Mortal
Chapter 5: The Holiday.
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I'm not gonna say anything 'cos there's nothing to say.
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Apart from that I don't own Gorillaz.
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"Ohayo, konnichiwa?"
"… Eh?"
"Who is this?"
"Noodle, love, it's your old Uncle Murdoc."
"Oh. Hey."
"Don't be like that! Dullard read a book or something!"
"Murdoc, I didn't want them to find out now, I just got here."
"They manipulated me!"
"Sure. Just like you do to them, 24/7."
"Noods, don't give me this…"
"Are you going to save me the humiliation and give the phone to 2D or do I have to fly back over there and kick your ass for betraying me?"
"… Fine. It's your problem now; you're on your own. …OI! FACE-ACHE! MISS BITCH IS ON THE PHONE! …IT'S NOODLE, YOU MORON! HERE! -Clash- …Noodle, you there?"
"Uh, yeah, I'm here, 2D."
"Noods… Muds told us… why didn't you?"
"2D, I… I didn't want to worry you…"
"Worry me about what?"
"… Oh… Oh, you don't know?"
"What? What don't I know?"
"N-Nothing, you don't know nothing."
"I don't know nothing?"
"Yes, yes, you don't."
"… If I didn't know nothing, meaning I know everything, then I wouldn't be asking why you left the band, would I?"
"… Have you read a good book lately?"
"Noodle, why did you leave us?"
"…"
"… Noodle? Answer me."
"… Why don't you just ask Murdoc again… the fucking traitor would tell you anything just to make me suffer."
"Noodle, wait-"
"I've gotta go."
"Noods!"
The Ex-guitarist shook her head and jabbed the red button on her cell phone to end the long-distance call before 2D could finish. She turned off her phone and threw it down in the sand menacingly. She breathed deeply and glared at the shallow reefs before her in silent rage just thinking about the band. She came to relax, not to boost her chances on stress and breakdowns. At least, she had seemed to threaten Murdoc away. Her only problems now would be 2D's constant interferences and future symptoms to her deadly disease. But for now, Noodle just wanted to sit back in the warm soft sand, bathe in the warm summer sun's glow and enjoy the amazing views.
The Asian Jap smiled to herself and shrugged carelessly and sat up to get her very flash digital camera out of her bag. For the record, she'd do as they abided and take a few snapshots just to shut them up. She set it to picture, faced the lens in her direction, remembering to catch some trees and buildings behind her, and pressed the top button with a big cheesy grin in her new bikini.
"There's your bloody picture, you lanky git."
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Noodle had been living in the Maldives for about a week now. There was no better way to describe her holiday; she's having the time of her life. Beaches, humid weather and bright blue skies, the sun seemed to shine down upon her as if trying to make up for its accidental fault. Clothes, shopping, dinners, she was living like the celebrity she deserved to be. Of course, there was the occasional drop by around at the local instrument shop every now and then when she passed through a certain close street of Male. Just a little glance around and strum on a lovely precious inanimate object of a fender telecaster… ok, maybe a hard-out riff that literally scared all petty guitarist beginners with their Ashtons and little pathetic picks and guide books away into tears. Noodle would then smirk at the impressed, and rather cute, boy behind the counter, flip her shads back onto her emerald eyes and then calmly leave through the front door. Could it seriously get any better than that?
She hadn't heard much from the band though. Just a random message, when Noodle finally bothered to check her email, from 2D pestering her about the band and updated photos. Nothing from Russel, not even Murdoc. It's like they never remembered her. When she shut them out of the remaining time of her life… she didn't really mean it. She felt great remorse against that and would want more than anything just to apologize. She didn't want to leave the universe knowing someone held a grudge against her.
It was the same routine. Every single day. Just the mellow outings and places to go, she hadn't actually gone for proper tours or real swims in the bright blue reefs. She'd get around to that one day, she still had like 6 months. At the present, she had an email account to check.
Noodle gleefully strolled down the streets till she came across an internet café. She came in and took an isolated computer in the corner. She fed it the money it wanted and logged on to her account to which she found 3 new messages. It was no surprise that they were all from 2D. Noodle sighed wearily and opened up the first from 4 days ago. The sad piece of text read:
Hey Noods,
How's it going? Great holiday? …Why are you ignoring me? All I want to know is why you left! Can't you say or something or did you leave 'cos of us? We didn't do anything… did we? Please, talk to me, Noods.
Anyway, Murdoc seems pissed lately and kind of just drinks all these concoctions of alcohol all day in his Winnebago. He's not telling me why you left, he said… um… basically, you had to do it and it was your problem. You trust him and not me, eh? Does Russ know? He's just been eating and sleeping and eating and sleeping… zoned out most of the time, doesn't talk to anyone like he's brain dead.
Please, please come back, Noodle. The band is nothing without you. If you have any problems or anything like that, we can sort it out, we can help you. I miss you. But I can't believe you lied to me… you said a little holiday and I end up having to find a postal address. Let's hope Muds is right and you do have an acceptable reason this time. Reply A.S.A.P. thanks.
Love, Mr. Two Dee.
Noodle skimmed over it again and then shook her head depressingly. She looked over at another message mailed 3 days ago from the same sender.
Noodle, if you're not going to talk to me then at the very least, SEND ME PICTURES. You promised. Oh, well… wouldn't be the first time you broke one… Bye.
Ok, this was just getting pointless. Next message from, surprisingly, this morning. Well, for Noodle's time zone. This one read:
Noods, turn on your phone. Muds wants to talk to you.
- 2D
Noodle frowned at this message for some time before she deleted all 3 of them and then logged off and abandoned the computer. She left the shop and then started to make her way back to the apartment. And on the way, she turned on her cell.
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Alright! Hold it right there! I've already done a phone call in this chapter, I'm not gonna bore you all with another. I'm starting to actually get to the end and, I'll admit, I'm kind of backing out. I've got this habit, see, I'll write a good fic with a good plot… but I never seem to finish it. What's to say this one will be any different? I've got this awesome plot for another fiction that I simply MUST write soon. But if I do, then this story's plans will be abandoned. …Let's just cut to the point and finish this up, eh? Shadz style. –Wink-
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