After walking for about 5 minutes we arrived to his flat. He got his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door, revealing a large and spacious place.
"NOODLE!" Murdoc shouted, getting no response. I looked at him skeptically. "'Noodle' is Suzuki. 'Noodle' is her nickname. If I were to call her by her real name she'd probably think I've gone mad." Murdoc said. "So, make yourself at home. And watch those damn wings; I don't need you knocking shit over with them." He said as he walked to the kitchen.
I walked to the living room and sat on the couch. Murdoc emerged from the kitchen with two beers.
"Sorry. I don't drink." I told Murdoc.
He raised an eyebrow. "Who said one of these were for you?" He said as he plopped down next to me on the couch. He sat one can on the table in front of him and opened the other, taking a long swig from. It. "Do you remember being alive?"
"Yeah."
"How was life treating you before you died?"
"It was nice. I was actually a part of a band right before I died."
This seemed to grab Murdoc's attention. "Really? You play any instruments?"
"I play the guitar and keyboard, but I got the job as the lead singer of the band. Our band name was 'Superior'."
"Interesting. How did you die?" He asked.
I cringed at the question. Even though it happened years ago, it still hurts every now and then. I want to be alive and back with my family. It was painful seeing my mom break down at the funeral after seeing my lifeless body in that casket. But, I answered him anyway. "It was in 1998. I was 21 years old. I auditioned for that band I told you about earlier. Well, a man named Jimmy Manson did as well. He was a hippie. He also auditioned for the band. He and my dad went to school together. He always envied my dad because he got the better grades. Dad got a scholarship to the college Jimmy wanted to go to, and ever since has hated him and anyone that has some kind of relationship with my father. So, we both auditioned for Superior, and I got the part as the lead singer. The creator of the band had an uncle, who I was best friends with. His name is Norm. One night I was walking the city streets and saw Jimmy trying to rob Norm so I tried to help him, but Jimmy pulled a gun out on me and threatened to shoot me. I wasn't scared of his threat, so I lunged at him anyway. I choked him and while trying to push the gun away, he grabbed my neck and choked me until I passed out and… he…he…" I couldn't continue. I lowered my head.
MURDOC'S POV:
I saw that it hurt him to continue. I'm not one for consoling, but I feel a different way with Stuart. I put my hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me, those bright blue eyes of his burning into my soul. He bit his lip as he tried his best to fight off the tears, but a couple were stubborn and fell anyway.
"It's alright, Stu. You don't have to continue if you don't want to." I said to him as I scooted over closer to him and wrapped my arm around him. I brushed the fringe out of his dark brown hair, revealing his other eye.
"Thanks." He said as he wiped the tears away. Once he regained his composure and realized I was still holding him, I noticed blush spread across his face. The air got awkward, so I retracted my arm quickly.
"W-Where's the bathroom?" He asked as he jumped up from his spot on the couch.
"Down the hall on the right." I said. He muttered a quick 'thank you' and basically sprinted to his destination.
2D'S POV:
I ran to the bathroom and shut the door with quickness. I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
Why am I feeling this way? These feelings are forbidden.
But there's something about him that I like, and I can't even put my finger on it.
He's a Satanist! Not only are these feelings wrong, but loving him is like loving Satan himself!
While I was having a mental argument with myself, Murdoc knocked on the door, which scared the living daylights out of me. My wings sprouted out and one of them got caught in the shower curtain. I turned around in a failed attempt of trying to untangle myself and ended up wrapping myself in the curtain and falling down into the tub and taking the shower curtain with me.
Another thing humans stereotype angels with is the size of our wings. They're really about 2 feet long. But our wingspan is like sticking out our arms and adding another half of our arm to that.
After hearing all of the commotion, Murdoc burst through the door to see what was going on.
"What the hell?" He said once he saw the predicament I was in.
"Wings. Don't you just love them?" I said, trying to lighten the mood.
Murdoc pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily. "How…How did you manage to do this?"
"You scared me by knocking on the door. When I get scared like that my wings spread out…"
"…" Murdoc sighed again and walked up to me and offered to help me up. Once I grabbed his hand he yanked me up. I ended up being really close to his face.
I mean reeeeaaaallllyy close. We stood there, our faces about 6 inches apart, hand in hand, and stared into each other's eyes. I could feel the blush in my face spread to my ears. Then, we glanced at each other's lips then back into the other man's eyes. Finally we began to close that 6 inch gap, and we were a good inch away, until we heard the front door open and slam shut and we heard a voice call out.
"Murdoc! I'm home!" Came a thick Japanese accent.
Murdoc cleared his throat and hastily pulled away. "Noodle's back. I guess you should go meet her." He turned around and power walked out of the bathroom, leaving me with a bright red face in the dust.
Okay, I made I through another chapter. I'm pretty busy. My deviantArt page reached 1000 pageviews Sunday, so I took requests. I have about 5 in total. I drew 2, i'm half way done with drawing one, and i still gotta make the 'thanks for the pageviews' pictures. Not to metion coloring all of these DIGITALLY. It's like , i'm hoping i wake up in time to go somewhere with my family, and right about now my body hurts. I'll see you guys next chapter~
