I felt the warmth of the tropical sun leave my back as I descended into the sub, looking for 2D. He wasn't here but a note in his messy scrawl was there. Picked it up and read:

Hey,

I am out waiting for you to get back from the hospital, I will be by the shops at the end of the docks.

Stuart.

I looked at the note for a few more minutes before setting it down and hoisting myself back out into the afternoon heat.

Murdoc was at the roadside, looking at me and I felt anger rise up. 2D had been right; he was nothing but an asshole. He might've tried but in the end, he couldn't change his true nature. I ignored looking directly at him as I jumped onto the sturdy wooden dock and began walking to the shops in the distance. I guessed that many people hadn't seen a Japanese person because they all stopped and pointed and the boys grinned and examined my body like hungry animals. I felt self-conscious as I began to walk faster.

I spotted the gangly singer sitting on the concrete in front of a bank, his eyes were traveling aimlessly over the revolving doors. I was wondering whether it was wise to break the trance, but I saw that he was also scribbling away furiously away on his arm.

"2D…" I said, he looked over his shoulder and saw me.

"Wot're yew doin' 'ere?" he asked. Scratching a patch of blue hair.

"Murdoc didn't want to go to the doctors, he got mad at me and I snapped back…" I let my voice wander. 2D motioned for me to sit down next to him as I explained what had happened, letting a tear fall from my bruised eye.

The singer listened quietly, writing away on his arm and nodding occasionally. The story wasn't all that long so when I was done he merely looked over at me with an I-told-you-so air.

"I'm sorry luv, I am, Muds ain' the best at expressin' 'imself." He murmured.

"What are you writing?" I asked, he shrugged, letting me look at his arm.

Over the whole space where any free skin had once been were lyrics. His eyes were closed as I read the endless lines.

"Revolving door, what have I done?" he sang, the words matching the hasty scrawl on his forearm.

"You wrote a song Stu?" I asked, he nodded meekly.

"Fer yew…" he trailed. I looked up at him and he turned his whole body.

"Why did you write me a song?" he shrugged.

"I write whatever is on me min' an' at the momen' it was yew." He replied, raising a hand to my cheek. I leaned into it. Then I remembered Murdoc and jerked away.

"I can't 2D!" I stuttered. "M-murdoc-"

"Yew 'aven' promised 'im anyfing." He said soothingly. I felt him pull my face in slowly until our lips met, and I was kissing Stuart Pot in some noisy, busy area outside a bank. Guilt welled up in me but I couldn't make myself pull away.

Revolving doors, what have I done? I asked the building, feeling a deep connection with the poetry currently surviving on the flesh of the man I was kissing.

Author's Note: The song is Revolving Doors from the Gorillaz's new album The Fall. Thought it'd be clever to install this. It's a great song.