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Chapter 3: Little Love
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2D stared at his bandleader in confusion. Murdoc was loading a shit load of guns with ammunition, and Russel was fueling the truck the used for the Dirty Harry shoot. The singer awkwardly rubbed his foot against his ankle, at a loss with nothing to do, when an idea hit him. He padded off to Noodle's room, a sad smile on his face. His band mates paid no attention, for they were too caught up in readying themselves for anything the canyons had in store.
Once in the guitaist's room, he headed towards her closet. 2D saw at once what he was looking for: Noodle's favourite kimono. It was flowing and beautiful, with the pattern of Hokusai's Great Wave. He remembered when she wore it for them, playing her Shamisen. The instrument made them feel at peace, and a tear escaped at the memory. 2D wiped it from his cheek, gently folding the kimono and packing it into his bag. He grabbed her hair brush, shoes, extra pair of clothes, and finally, her ipod. He had a feeling that she would appreciate being clean. "If she is still alive..." that last part melted his heart, and a sob escaped. 2D quickly packed Noodle's things into his bag, grabbed her katana, then hurried back to his mates.
Murdoc tapped his foot as the singer came into view. "Let's go, dullard." he growled, loading their scyths. His eyebrow raised at the sight of the katana in the singer's hand, them shrugged. Who knew what would follow them, anyway? 2D nodded, jumping in behind the scyths. Murdoc slammed the doors shut, then rounded to get in the driver's seat. Russel sat in the passenger's seat, his headphones around his neck. "You ready, man?" he asked, opening a Twinky. The Bassist nodded, revving the engine. Then, with somber faces, the three men drove out of Kong studios, hoping to find their Fallen Axe Princess.
2D explored Noodle's music. Most of it was them, and some Japanese band, and then their was Incubus. The singer raised an eyebrow. It read, "Aqueous Transmission". He shrugged, and closed his eyes as the music played. It opened with the Shamisen, and Eastern strings. The whole feel of it made him think of his little love. 2D relaxed into the corner he sat in, letting the music take him. It felt like waves were pulling him, lulling him into a gentle sleep. A man's voice came in, and it made it, if possible, even more peaceful. 'No wonder Noodle loved this stuff.' he thought.
"I'm floating down a river,
Oars freed from their holes long ago.
Lying face up on the floor
Of my vessel.
I marvel at the stars,
And feel my heart overflow.
Further down the river.
Two weeks without my lover,
I'm in this boat alone.
Floating down a river named emotion.
Will I make it back to shore
Or drift into the unknown?
Further down the river.
I'm building an antenna.
Transmissions will be sent
When I am through.
Maybe we can meet again
Further down the river?
And share what we both discovered,
Then revel in the view
Further down the river.
I'm floating down a river."
The music went on, until it faded away into the sounds of frogs and crickets. It was the sounds of a summer night. But by that time, the singer was asleep, a ghost of a smile on his lips, and tears on his lashes.
A/N: Like it? R&R please.