All of this sentimental crying is only adding more pressure into my head and I don't think I can take much more of it…I'm surprised it hasn't blown completely off yet…
This is the longest dream I've ever settled in for…in fact…it doesn't seem like one much at all since nothing has gone completely off its axis. But how'd Noodle survive? How did she manage to find me? How can I be sure she isn't lying and we all aren't dead? Bloody Hell… what happened to my meds?!
2D's head was clearing out more from the tea and caffeine. He could get a clearer view of the woman that leaned on his head and he could hear her mumbling out nonsense about boogiemen and fire. Her hair slipped from her shoulders and he could see that it grew a few inches since she'd last been seen. The layers she had when she was sixteen had grown down below her collarbone and the fringe that covered her eyes was fixed into a side-swooped fashion. In fact, he noticed her hair was damp, and much cleaner than the oily mess that he'd seen when she visited him for the first time.
She probably used the luxury of Murdoc's bathroom within the time that she was gone and took the chance to update Russ of the whole issue.
Russ…?Where was he and if he really was there, why didn't he greet me when Noodle came down with Murdoc hours earlier? This is confusing…
"Okay, Noodle," Stuart hissed, " s'plain yourself! Ih' you really AH' real, how'd yew come to survive the crash? Why should I believe yew and not Murdoc? He's all I had for the past few years and yew suddenly arrive out o' the blue, as if nuthin' happened ah' all!"
"I wish Murdoc would pour water on me already or scream in my ear like 'e always does… Just so I don't have to start hoping that yew'd come back again. I don't want to hope for your beu'iful face to come back in my life just to leave me to my nightmares… I can't do 'is…I can't…"
2D gently pushed the woman away and he put his tea back on the tray until he pushed his body up, stood above the indigo-haired girl and started for the other side of his bed, where he last tossed the container of pills for his relentless migraine. He grasped the small container and shook several capsules into his hand before downing them and crawling onto his bed, empty and defeated.
"I parachuted off, y'know…," a soft voice spoke behind the curled up 2D. His eyes only stared blankly into the dull colored wall in front of him, watching the curtains sway besides his dark crimson comforter and refusing to respond.
"But that's not to say it wasn't a harsh landing with rocks and whatnot…I was knocked unconscious and all I remember is waking on some beach near Sheerness and Queenborough," Noodle laughed and continued, "all I'd been doing was tracking what was left of the band down and hopped from ship to ship, all of which were hijacked and bombed from the same monster that attempted my death the first time on Windmill Island five years ago…"
"It's not assuring knowing you have someone or something on your heels with weapons in their arms and murder in their hearts… and nobody to fight for other than yourself…"
2D suppressed a scoff and looked down at his own hands, examining the knuckles that made the skin on his hands turn white.
Yew had the ability to run… Yew had the chance to survive… I wos kidnapped despite my thoughts on never joining the band again, but Murdoc arranged that my dreams be stuck wif 'em. A bass player and a vocalist who knew how to play melodica and keyboard wasn't enuff' to suffice for a band- at least yew had the chance to choose…And if 'is is real, I'm glad yew chose to find me…
"Oh, Toochie… I'm sorry you were kidnapped and I'm sorry you were taken against your will… but you're right. I did come back for you…I came back and I'm staying…," Noodle got up and sat down on his bed beside the man, rubbing his shoulder and hugging him from behind.
SHIT! I said that out loud?! Don't touch me! Aughh…I missed you Noods… I'll miss you when I wake up without you here, too…
2D's vision began to sway again and his head began to pound. Angry tears escaped his eyes and he flipped over to face his company before he was completely lost in his dreams again. "Don't leave me, Love… not again…," he fumbled with his hands, took her arm and snaked his hand to her's, intertwining his fingers with hers and didn't let go, not even if the whale or something else were to crash into the room again. He wouldn't care. He had her in his grasp and wouldn't let go until his "dream" subsided and was brought into what he thought was reality.
"Stuart…?" Noodle's voice dragged in a low tone. 2D fought to keep his head above consciousness and he could hear muted expletives and something touching his face, but it was too late. Fog entered 2D's brain and dragged him into a dark and silent comatose.
(Noodle's POV)
Noodle had only just gotten in 2D's room minutes ago and she tried explaining herself, but ended up with 2D on his bed in tears again and in a drugged stupor. She didn't know how many pills he took of what, but she knew for a fact that when she saw his eyes, they lost focus and grew cross before his head fell limp on his pillow and the tears that streamed down his face smeared on her own palms.
She fidgeted with his eyelids, tapped his forehead and lightly slapped his cheeks, but got no response out of the drugged man that lay, curled into Noodle's hip and cuddling on her forearm.
Minutes passed like that, with Stuarts large, gangly hands holding her pale, fragile one.
Kirisuto! (Christ!) Toochie is a mess! He hasn't changed much except for the fact that he's grown a few inches and has quite possibly gotten thinner than before. With all the bruises and scratches, I'm worried about what he's been doing to himself for all these years. Malnutrition, isolation, depression and constant nightmares? He believes he's dead or is still in a dream!
What the hell am I supposed to do?! I don't know what I CAN do with Toochie being this hurt… It kills me to see him like this… He never overdosed enough to put him in something like this and he was always the fun-loving guy I looked forward to being with! He wasn't in pieces… But I won't let go of him this easily... he's been my best friend for over eleven years… a few years away won't keep me from loving him…
Odd, however… he's never called me "love" before…maybe he's more messed in the head than I thought…
Noodle blushed at the idea of this and shrugged it off immediately when she felt thrashing coming from the sleeping man beside her. 2D's body shuddered and he continued to twitch and grunt in his sleep.
"Nnngh…, Nood-…come back… nyah...!" 2D whispered and grunted in a slightly frightened tone. A light veil of sweat covered his forehead and underneath his nose as he struggled in his sleep.
Narrowing her eyes at the man, she tried reading his face and he continued with inaudible noises that escaped from his mouth. After several more seconds of 2D's distressed noises, he shuddered again and fell limp, returning to a normal breathing rate with his chest rising and falling in rhythm.
Noodle tugged her arm from the sleeping man and freed herself before she massaged her sore arms and got up from the bed with a grunt of her own. After all the running, hiding, bruising and attacking, it had worn her out, but she dared not leave 2D alone for a long period of time, so instead, she took her presence to the elevator and made an errand to the boiler room, where she could get herself a cup of water for her and the restless 2D for when he'd decide to wake up.
Author's Note:
Woah. Point of view from the narrative perspective of Noodle.
Honestly I didn't want to do it, but I didn't feel like continuing with more continuous dreams of 2D. You'll get more of those here soon anyway.
Gorillaz does not belong to me.
I don't like this chapter… at all.
And I know it's slow, but it's only that way because 2D is trying to get his facts straight and realize reality is where he was all along…
Let me clarify for you guys before I go: Noodle is 21. 2D is 30. Just putting it out there. You guys should already be clarified with a huge age gap, but do you really care? Otherwise, I don't think you'd be tagging along with the story…
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