I don't own Gorillaz.

Sorry for the wait, mates. I had serious writer's block. By the way, for people who don't know British slang,

Biscuit = cookie

Nappy = Underwear

Skivvies = Pants/underwear

Spanner = Wrench

Chapter 8: Rise of the Princess.

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Murdoc stared at the guitarist, a fag hanging from his mouth. She ate most of the food ravenously, 2D's long legs forming a kind of seat for her. She looked beautiful in the kimono. And then the reality hit him: she was eighteen. She was pretty. She was legal. His eyes switched to the singer, who was staring dumbly out the window, mouthing the lyrics to the music playing on the radio. His legs tangled around Noodle's hips, and her newly-formed butt rested on his crotch. Oh hell no! Murdoc thought, visciously biting the biscuit with his shark-like teeth.

They stayed a little while longer after Noodle finished, cleaning their weapons and clothes, which were blood stained and dirty. 2D sat on a rock, wiping Noodle's katana clean with a rag, his shirt off. The bassist stomped over to him, a pistol in his hand. "Hey, Muds." the singer said brightly, looking up from the sword. He grunted, climbing up dropping down next to him. 2D was about to say something else, but Murdoc pushed a green finger to his lips. "Shut it." he leaned in closer, his mismatched eyes making it all the more intimidating. Gesturing towards Noodle, who was talking to Russel, he growled, "If you ever touch her, I will rip your dick off. Then, your little fan-girls won't like you too much anymore. Got it?" The singer's face paled, and his eyes widened. The bassist nodded, hopping off the rock and strolling over to talk to the drummer.

2D stayed on that rock for another ten minutes until Russel told him to come over there. He gulped, picking up the sword and hopping off the rock. "Let's go, 'D. This canyon creeps me out, and I wanna get Noodle home." he gestured to the guitarist, who was asleep, her head resting on the pack that the singer had brought. Russel patted him on the back, then climbed into the passenger's seat. The truck tilted as he climbed in, shifting along with him. 2D sighed, his eyes switching from Murdoc to Noodle before climbing in the back, himself, settling next to the guitarist.

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Murdoc slammed his foot on the brake, practicaly foaming at the mouth. "GRAAAAGHHHH!!!!!" He slammed his fists on the steering wheel, venting his frustration on the truck. "Muds! Calm down, man!" Russel rabbed his temples, staring at the bassist. It was dark, and they were lost in the canyon. "FUCK, SHIT, MOTHERFUCKING ASS PIRATES!" The older man panted, shouting every foul word that popped into his head. After his little episode was over, he grabbed his hair. "We're bloody lost...." he muttered angrily, rubbing his face. "You think?" Russel asked calmly, lighting a cigar.

Noodle's eyes shot open, and she grabbed 2D's hand. "2D-san!" she whispered hoarsly, "we are not alone. Tell Murdoc-san to be quiet! Kuso...they will hear us!" the guitarist sat up, he back against the wall of the truck. She grabbed her head, rocking back and forth. They were out there somewhere; she could feel them. 2D panicked a little, sticking his head towards the front. He opened his mouth to speak, but a howl cut him off. Noodle squeaked, blacking out. "Oh bloody hell!" Murdoc shouted, slamming his fist across the singer head.

A/N: Sorry for the delay in the chapter, mates! I've had writer's block, and my school is doing ISTEP, so I've been busy (or lazy).