The shows in Japan had been incredible; the fans there seemed more excited than any of the other ones. It was also easier on Murdoc since most of them seemed more interested in his bass playing, broken nose, and his Satanism. Only a few girls would try and hit on him, but it was a very rare thing which made him quite relieved. With Alan's help they had found the general area of where Noodle had come from, but when they got to the town she told them not to follow her. Alan was the only one that went with her and when they returned the next day he informed the three of them that she had only let him go only so far with her. They had tried asking her what happened, about her parents, and where exactly they were living at. She never answered though; she seemed different afterwards like something extreme had happened in that day that changed her mentality. Murdoc wanted to find the place himself and see what they did to the young guitarist, but Russel had warned him not to.
"Yew t'ink she'll be al'ight t'en?" 2D asked looking up at the larger man who sat watching TV.
Russel shrugged and just barely looked away from the screen.
"I don't know D, I'm worried about her, but this is pretty big. I mean her family did ship her home in a box and after all this time she goes back home to find what happened. I think any of us would be weirded out after something like that; it'll take awhile until she's better."
Murdoc threw his empty beer bottle across the room; it hit the wall cracking and falling to the floor. 2D gave him a curious look trying to figure out if he was upset or just bored.
"T'ey better not 'ave 'urt her or nothin'." The bassist mumbled beneath his breath.
The drummer looked away from the screen and raised a thick eyebrow at the older man.
"Since when do you care about any of us getting hurt, plus you were the one who wanted to throw baby girl out on her ass when she arrived at Kong."
Murdoc rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, but she's a damn good guitarist. She is jus' a kid and I told yew lot 'bout my dad so why wouldn' I care?"
"You've got some real fucked up emotions, you know that right?" Russel asked sounding more confused than angry at this point.
"Yeah t'at's wot t'e doctors told me too, wanted me to take medications for it or somethin' never did. Traded 'em in fer some stuff though." He said smirking.
Any medications he received as a teenager for his mental illness he generally traded to students and creepy old men hanging around pubs for real drugs. It had resulted in various addictions which now consisted of weed, cocaine, and stealing pills from 2D on occasion. He found more comfort in drinking alcohol, it was easier to get, and it made him less paranoid about jail time.
"Wot kinda stuff?"
Murdoc smacked the vocalist in the back of the head causing him to groan in pain.
"Wot did yew do t'at for, I jus' asked yew a question. Yer always so rude w'en I ask fings." He muttered as he rubbed at the back of his head.
"Ah shuddup faceache and go down to our room and grab me a bottle of whiskey." He said glaring at the taller man.
2D climbed to his feet and stumbled towards the door. Murdoc leaned back against the foot of the bed lighting up a cigarette and putting it between his lips.
"Y'know you don't gotta be such a prick to the kid, bad enough he worships you."
"Aren't yew t'e one w'o strangled 'im last month?"
"Yeah okay I beat on him sometimes, but you generally end up breaking something. I don't know why he hangs around you so much; you really must have hit him hard with your van."
"Yer jus' jealous nobody worships yer fat arse." Murdoc said laughing.
"Yeah cause I always aspired to be a greasy skinned Nazi ass drunk." Russel said rolling his eyes.
"'ey I ain't no Nazi I jus' appreciate good style t'at's all."
"Nazi" the younger man mumbled under his breath.
The door opened and 2D walked in with the bottle of whiskey in hand and Alan behind him. Murdoc snatched the bottle from the vocalist hand never saying a word to him.
"So has baby girl said anything yet or is she still keeping to herself?" Russel asked sounding extremely concerned.
"Well she did say something about a doctor and something about it answered her nightmares…I don't really know what she means to be honest unless her nightmares were about her childhood, probably about when her parents shipped her off. Maybe one of them is dying or something, that'd explain the doctor part….other than that I don't really know, she just seems extremely distant right now….I think she's going to need a lot of alone time."
The drummer nodded in agreement before turning his attention back to the TV set. 2D still looked worried, but joined in on watching whatever was on the TV.
"So she still gonna be playin' shows or wot?"
Murdoc could feel his two band mates glaring at him.
"I'm sure she'll still play, but she probably won't be really sociable after shows." Alan said sounding slightly shocked at the bassist question.
"Man you're a fucking dick." Russel said sounding disgusted.
"Yeah t'at's pretty mean Muds; she's been th'ough a lot."
The bassist leaned over smacking the singer hard in the back of the head again. 2D groaned and took his pill bottle out of his pocket spilling four pills into the palm of his hand then popping them into his mouth.
"Swear yer gonna over dose one of t'ese days ya fuckin' idiot."
"No I'm not; I jus' need more t'an mos' people."
"Yeah all I need is a psychotic guitarist and a dead singer, does me real good." Murdoc said before taking another drink of whiskey.
They spent a couple of hours in the room watching the shows and infomercials. Murdoc eventually grew bored of it and left going up to his own hotel room where he removed his clothes and collapsed on the bed staring up at the ceiling. They just had a few more shows in Europe then they would play a few shows in America and finally they would be back home. He couldn't wait to be back home; it was weird calling the large haunted building a home.
He heard the door click open the shut, a few minutes later the blue haired singer was curled up at his side with his face buried in the crook of his neck. Murdoc felt lips pressing against his skin and groaned.
"I'm gonna miss bein' on tour, 'specially 'ow much time I get to spend wit' yew." 2D whispered against the older man's neck.
The Satanist ran his fingers idly through his spiked hair.
"Yeah I'll miss it too mate."
Part of him wished that this tour would make the singer sick of being around him so much. That he'd eventually realize that Murdoc wasn't that attractive or that he was a rude bastard with a drinking problem. If anything though it just made 2D more addicted to being around him as much as he possibly could. He wasn't sure anymore there was a way to get the younger man to realize he wasn't the greatest thing on the face of the Earth.
Murdoc rolled over so that he was facing the taller man, 2D looked up at him smiling. He placed a hand on the singer's cheek and leaned in kissing him slowly. The kiss ended; 2D wrapped his arms loosely around the older man's waist holding him closely. He buried his face in his hair inhaling the scent, he always smelled so feminine. Usually he made fun of him for it, but really he liked it, he liked a lot about him….Too many things about him, he needed to find a way to distance himself from the singer.