She's My Collar

By: KKM

Disclaimer: I do not own the Gorillaz or any related characters/songs. Gorillaz are © Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett.

Summary:

Noodle and 2D have a secret that they feel has been kept long enough. They want to figure out a way to tell the others and come up with something rather creative. When Russel and Murdoc hear the lyrics to "She's my Collar" for the first time what will their reaction be? Can 2D and Noodle defend themselves or will their secret affair become just a memory?

Chapter 1: She's My Collar

"Are you sure this's a good idea, love?" 2D questioned as he worried his lip between his teeth. It was an intriguing habit for someone with a gap like his, but somehow he managed to pull it off. As he wrung his hands nervously and stared at her with that seemingly endless dark gaze, Noodle couldn't help but think he looked a little like a lost puppy. "I-I mean Muds can hit really ha'd an' Russ is… well, big!" he exclaimed, using his hands to act out each man's attributes.

Noodle gave him a soft giggle and raised up on her tippy toes so that she could comfortably place her hands on his shoulders to hopefully calm the distressed singer down. "Toochi, it will be fiiiiine," she assured him with a knowing smile before giving him a peck on the nose. "Sure they'll be pissed at first, but I'm a big girl now and you're you. They'll have to accept it."

"Bu' wha' if they don'?" he practically whined, stepping away from her so that he could pace nervously as he tangled his long slender fingers into his wild blue hair. "They'll kill me!" he squeaked, his eyes practically bugging out of his head. "Russ'll string me up by me toes and le' Murdoc sacrifice me ta' Satan!"

Noodle's smile faded until her frown became reminiscent of a very angry feline; her eyes narrowing into slits. "Toochi… are you ashamed of me?" she ground out. Her voice was very low and held an almost hissing snake-like quality. Sensing immediate danger, 2D gasped and immediately pulled her pouting form to his slender body in a vice grip.

"NO!" he shouted louder than necessary due to his over-frazzled nerves. He placed a hand on either side of her cheeks and forced her to look at him as his expression suddenly turned serious. "I could neva' be ashamed of you," he promised, his voice full of conviction. "You're my lil' love," he stole a sweet kiss before looking into her eyes again with a warm, though still rightfully concerned smile. "I love you. I just don' want you ta' get hurt is all," he explained. "They won' see it how we do."

She placed her hands over his and smiled back. "We'll make them see," she said before gently pulling away from him to pull a crumpled sheet of paper from her pocket. "I won't let them take you away from me."

"Wha' if they ask how it happened?" he asked with a small frown. Their story hadn't always been pretty.

"We'll tell them," she said simply as gazed back at him the way a warrior would going into battle. "We'll tell them everything."

Later that day, the mood was chipper when Russel and Murdoc entered the studio closely followed by a smiling Noodle and a somewhat on edge 2D. This was nothing unusual for the others. Their singer had always been a bit off when it came to everyday life so no one thought to question his awkward silence all morning or caught the nervous glances he kept throwing the axe princess.

"Y'all sure you don't wanna give us any of the lyrics?" Russel asked good-naturedly as he adjusted one of the symbols he'd accidentally bumped into when plopping into his seat. He'd read over the sheets of music the night before so he knew that either way would be fine. He was excited to see what his friends had written together. "It was quite the surprise when you gave me these, but I think the beats sound good," he complimented with a twirl of his drum stick.

"Oh, bullshi'," Murdoc smirked, "Ya' just as curious as I am, ya' fat cunt. Ta' think, these two hidin' music from us right before the album! I outta bap ya' both upside the head."

"Oh, hush!" Noodle laughed, hitting him hard in the stomach as she thrust the sheet music she'd written for his part at him. "I doubt you even looked at it last night," she said with a snort as she went to set up her mic.

"I'll 'ave you know I played through it twice!" he grunted in mock defense before looking at the notes in distaste. "This better not be another one of those fucking love songs Faceache seems to have an attachment to." He muttered.

No one noticed 2D nearly tripping over a wire when he heard the comment.

"You will just have to wait and see, Murdoc-san," she said ominously before looking around to see if everyone was situated. "Everyone ready? Ichi, ni, san!"

And just like that, the room was filled with the enticing melody. 2D slowly felt himself relax as his body and mind became one with the music. He closed his eyes as he felt the pulse of the notes flow through him. His accelerated heart began to beat with the rhythm of the drums as his body swayed in tune with the base. When his mouth opened to relive the story of his love he sounded like a completely different man. A man of passion and focus lost in his memories.

"This is my persona, secret lover.

She's my collar."

As his story continued to unravel in his clever lyrics, Murdoc and Russel shared a look of confusion and bewilderment. Who was 2D singing about? Where had this all even come from? It was good; there was no denying that. But the way the singer was passionately releasing each word with such raw emotion led them to believe that whoever this secret lover was had really affected the singer in ways they couldn't have known. But as soon as Noodle's lyrics came next their confused faces morphed into deep frowns as they continued to listen.

"I'm yellow, he was blue…"

Her eyes were shining with a fiery compassion as she locked eyes with her blue-haired lover, her voice becoming more revved up by the moment as she sang as if only to him.

"Hey that's how it goes,

I'm still coming back to you!"

2D's face glistened with prespiration as he took out his thoughts and feelings on the mic. His eyes never left hers as if he'd totally forgotten about the others in the room. Every fear, every ounce of frustration, all his love – every bit of it was aimed directly at the Asian woman in front of him and she was eating up every bit of it as she grinned darkly at him. It was like some sort of strange twisted game that only they understood in that moment.

"I clear my system, I don't need no other!

This is my persona, secret lover.

She's my collar."

Behind them, they hardly noticed how staccato and stiff sounding the accompaniment had suddenly gotten. Murdoc had been the first one to catch on as his fingers tightened unforgivingly on the neck of his bass nearly cracking the innocent wood with his sharp nails. His face had taken on a rabid sort of snarl and his muscles were tensed as if any moment he'd rocket forward and throttle his old friend. His eyes were nearly glowing red with fury and if anger had ever been represented by fire he'd surely have been engulfed in flames by now.

For Russel, it had taken a little longer to fully grasp the message behind this particular song. But when he did, his rage rivaled the demon's. He'd always looked at Noodle like his daughter and had always felt extremely overprotective of her but this… He'd expected Murdoc to test his patience at some point considering how shameless the man was. He'd prepared the ass beating of a lifetime for that one. But 'D? Sweet, soft spoken 2D? It was just unheard of. His milky white gaze began to glow with uncontrollable rage.

Then the words he'd been dreading to hear came tumbling from the singer's mouth and all hell broke loose.

"And I love her.

Oh, oh!

She's my collar."

Noodle let out a startled scream and before 2D could even register that he was being attacked, he was tackled from both sides by the two incredibly furious men. "Russel, Murdoc, no!" she yelled as she lunged forward to try and break them up. But she was suddenly grabbed by Murdoc who was glowering at her in disgust.

"Best stay ou' of this one, love," he sneered, pushing her away roughly and causing her to fall to the ground helplessly. "It's about time we give this blighter wha' he deserves! Save some fer me, Lards!" He was barely acknowledged by the bigger man who was busy turning their frontman's face into a canvas of reds, blacks, and blues.

"DON' YOU EVER TOUCH MY BABY-GURL!" he shouted, annunciating every lunge of his beefy fists. Spit was flying out of his mouth with each syllable. 2D could barely open his eyes let alone utter a word edgewise. His face was covered in blood and it was a wonder the frail man hadn't passed out yet.

Noodle looked up in horror, her tear stained gaze locking with 2D's a moment before he was knocked back out of focus again by the enraged drummer. Beside her, Murdoc began to step forward to join the fray when she suddenly launched herself up to her feet again with a cry of rage. "I SAID NO!" she screamed, grabbing Mudoc from behind and kicking him hard in the groin to disable him.

"THA' FUCK!?" he seethed, clenching his eyes closed as he fell to his knees gripping his crotch in agony. "We're doin' this fer you, ya' crazy lil' shit!"

But Noodle paid him no heed as she threw herself at her next target so that she landed hard against Russel's back. The bigger man barely flinched and she nearly bounced off had she not gripped her arms tightly around his neck. "Russel! Listen to me, damn it! It's not like that!" she tried to reason with him.

"You're only 26, Noodle!" he argued back with her as he gripped her arms tightly trying to shake her off of him. 2D used the distraction to slump away from the mammoth of a man with a pained groan. His head was aching so bad that he gave up on crawling and opted to spit up some blood near him on the floor with an almost silent whimper. "That motherfucker's 38! That's twelve years, Noods. I'm not lettin' that little cracka' anywhere near my little girl," he told her as he tried to detach her from his back without accidentally hurting her.

"You, absolute baka! I seduced him not the other way around!" she finally shouted.

The whole room suddenly became silent except for three sets of heavy breathing and a sniffling sound from 2-D who was still trying to wipe the blood from his gushing nose.

"Didn't you listen to a word of that song?" she growled, shooting both of the older men accusatory glances before she walked over and leaned down to 2D gently taking his swollen face into her hands. "He didn't want any of it at first. He actively turned me down several times." She said in a quiet voice as she assessed the damage. "Think about it."

"You expect us to believe that shit?" Russel growled, looking down on them in disapproval. But even as he said it, he couldn't help but feel that maybe this made a little more sense.

2D was not a very bright man and the last few knocks to his head had taken away much of his rationalization skills. But he was not as foolish as others believed him to be. He was normally slow on the uptake and had to really ponder things out so much to the point that the world seemed to move around him as he stayed in one place to think. If someone wasn't around him for more than a few days, he was liable to start forgetting things. He had never actively pursued anything before but was always led by others. Russel had never seen the younger man harm a fly, let alone attack a girl against her own will.

Russel's eyes softened only a fraction, but they were still riddled with disapproval. "How did this happen?" he demanded in an authoritative voice like a father scolding his child. Murdoc gave him a look of disbelief.

"Surely, yer no' letting tha' tosser off?" he furrowed his brows and crossed his arms in annoyance. This was the only time he could remember where Russel had let him beat the little blue bird to his heart's content without repercussions. His fun was being cut short.

"Shut up, ol' man," the drummer cut him off sharply. "I wanna get to the bottom of this shit before I decide if 'D needs to go back inna coma or not."

Normally Murdoc would have taken offense to being talked to like that, but he was curious. What could the girl possibly have done to get that wanker to have a relationship with her behind their back? "Whatever," he muttered, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting up to calm his anger. He wanted to hear this one.

Noodle let out a sigh of relief now that the room was a tad less hostile and gently tried to help her lover to his feet. "Let me clean him up and I'll tell you both everything," she frowned, rubbing his shoulders a bit as she guided him toward the door. "But you two are to leave him alone. He needs his rest."

"Fine, but we want tha' whole thing," Murdoc interjected, flicking some ashes in her direction before taking another long drag. The cherry turned bright red before he released and let the smoke unfurl slowly making him appear more like a dragon as if to intimidate her. It didn't work in the slightest. She was too used to his tactics by this point.

"Deal," she said simply after they'd struggled to get the door open. She wasn't surprised that they were refusing to help in the slightest. "I'll be right back. Come on, Toochi, let's get you all cleaned up."

They watched them leave the room in stiff silence. In their minds rang the same message - this had better be good.

A/N: Hiiiiiii! So what do you guys think about the new CD? I fricken loooove it. It made me feel like my mind was going through a distorted adventure. I really loved track#8 the best for some reason. It was very catchy. Momentz is great too. After hearing "She's My Collar" I couldn't help but to write this. It was too perfect to let slide. I don't want this story to be too easy though. Their road to happiness will not be an easy one. I intend to keep the bitterness of the lyrics in mind when I write certain future chapters.

Let me know what you think!