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Dark Heart	By : Bells Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Gorillaz Views: 6566 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Gorillaz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Road Trip
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Warnings: THIS ONE IS KIND OF LONG. I changed most of the character’s backgrounds and ‘real’ names, so bear with me; I was on one of my more annoying creative streaks. YAOI (or SLASH in English), violence, rape, shonen ai (or boy/boy love in English), Murdoc’s POV, violence, S/M relationship.

Pairings: An odd slashy Muds/2D type thing goin’ on, and, once again, I added Sable to the picture.

Thanks: To my mum fer being the bitch she is and grounding me to my room for a week…thus giving me the “down time” needed to find all me old Gorillaz junk and become inspired to write this Arc.

Reviews: Would be appreciated greatly! Practical analysis will be accepted and taken into consideration; however flames that were MEANT to insult me will be laughed at, stripped, and left to run naked among my review board. Muahahahahaha. Eat me you critics!

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I seated myself heavily at the kitchen table, bowing my head and slumping my shoulders, my eyes were closed and my shirt had been thrown on during the walk. Noodle was the only one not present at the moment, Russel was reading the paper and 2D was cooking his own breakfast. If my sense of smell served me this morning I believe he was attempting to make eggs: over-easy and hash browns. The burning I smelled might have been toast or bagels, or maybe even both.

I groaned into my hands, Gods how I hated mornings.

I saw 2D look briefly over his shoulder at me from the corner of my eye, but then turn back as he noticed I was watching him as well. He was probably wondering where I had been last night. It had been a Thursday, one of the days where we actually scheduled a meeting together, and I had not shown, merely passed out on my bed. 2D was more than likely disappointed at most; he looked forward to our little wrestling matches. Which also intimidated me at times, it was like he was daring me to hurt him, tempting me to see how resistant he was of my cruelty.

And, granted, he had succeeded in putting me beneath him.

I didn’t fight for the title, the fans already thought I was the meanest, the callous bastard, but in truth, it was the vocalist. He may have played it up as the weakest one of the group, but ‘behind the scenes’ he was the backbone of my band. And I detested having to admit that, if only to myself. He enjoyed playing the innocent role as a teen-pop star on crack, if only to aggravate me with THAT.

“Hungry?”

I looked up, meeting 2D’s steady, unmasked gaze, and realized he was speaking to me. What had he asked? Oh yeah, was I hungry.

“No.” I all but snapped.

I didn’t want to be spoken to this early, I wasn’t thinking clearly, but at the same time I didn’t want to fight with anyone. Every band member knew that, even Del. I wasn’t quite sure what 2D was getting at with trying to start a conversation with me at a time like this. Was he antagonizing me because he wanted what he didn’t get last night? That was probably it, but I wouldn’t give in. If there was something I was stronger at then he was, it was my will power and my struggle against something I didn’t want to do just yet. If I ignored him, that’s when he got pissed off. He thrived off the attention he got from dominant people like me.

I yawned and shook my head no to confirm my denial when he kept staring at me, if I didn’t say anything else I didn’t open an access for more talking, less talking = less chance of my temper getting the better of me = less chance of him getting what he wanted so early in the morning.

It was his turn to wait.

He shrugged in answer and returned to the stove, putting his breakfast on a plate and switching off the burners, a clear signal he wasn’t giving up just yet. I mused briefly on why he wanted this so much, before leaning back over my chair and opening the refrigerator. I wanted my orange juice damnit.

~*~

It had been hours since breakfast, and I was beginning to believe 2D had actually dropped the subject, and I relaxed. I was completely satisfied today, nothing to be angry about and nothing to yell for.

2D seemed to want otherwise.

I grit my teeth hard as I opened the door to my Winnebago, and lo-and-behold, 2D stood in the doorway to his own room. God damn him, I thought, God damn him to fucking hell. All I needed to do was run to the store and grab something to drink be it liquor or otherwise, and I knew by the look on his face he would be coming with me. I knew he would do this. Any time we were alone he had the tendency to break me, and he knew it. He really wanted this, but knew I didn’t yet have the motivation to advance. I grI growled deep in my throat and strolled slowly towards my Geep, 2D leisurely following me. I swear I saw him smirking, but I refused to acknowledge his near victory.

The Geep started and kicked, but it didn’t turn over. The most of my frustration was distributed through the twitching of my eyes as I attempted to try again. And again. And again. And again. Cursing a colorful strain of words at the engine I pushed down further on the gas and tried more forcefully. Suddenly, it hit me, and I stopped, sitting back, a cruel smirk twisting my lips.

“Why the fuck did you cripple my car?”

Now I’m positive I saw him smiling, but I’m absolutely certain I heard him chuckling under his breath. He was pressing buttons that he knew would give him what he wanted, but not once did he ask me if I was going to like anything.

“No one ever said I was the one, Muds. It’s a POS, what the hell else can you expect.” It wasn’t a question, and his tone of voice told me the truth through his little white lie.

“Fuck you 2D! You ignorant twit, how DARE you mess with my Geep!”
“I didn’t ‘dare’ mess with it, I did.”

I fumed for a moment, tempted to raise my fist to him, but the malevolence grin plaguing his face reminded me of my control, and I took in a deep breath. I was tempted to return the gesture, but then he would sense how truly nervous I was.

With a little more pressure than I had been using, I tried to turn the engine again, and this time, it started completely, and I was able to get out of the parking structure finally.

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The drive, like always, was quiet and aggravated. I could almost hear the gears in 2D’s head turning, formulating a plan to get his needs his way. I was fidgeting by now, and the store wasn’t even that far from the studios, even though it was an actual 20-minute drive. I tried to pull off my apprehension with supposed fatigue, but didn’t seem to be succeeding.

In order to take my mind off such things, I worked at my consciousness and tried to find something else to think about other than 2D’s closeness and the feelings he admitted, victoriously making me feel inferior. I hated that feeling. I had been feeling it my entire life.

I had been born into a fairly nice family, and was treated with the respect I should have deserved up until I was actually born. June 6th, 1966, the date of the Beast, and I was immediately cursed. It had not been my fault that I was brought into this world at that time, but it had not helped that I was born at exactly 6:36pm. I bit my lip at this point, keeping back tears that my ‘Mask’ had kept locked up in the back of my subconscious until now. I was not sure why I was so weak all of a sudden, and it had started after my 36th birthday. I had guessed I was lonely, but that thought was quickly smeared beneath the heel of my proverbial boot. I was better off alone.

My mother, Judith Harem Niccals (maiden name: Granthem) was the biggest Catholic freak [1] you would ever hope NOT to meet. At times she could have been worse than Jehovah’s Witnesses when it came to someone being anything other than Catholic. My father, Memo S. Niccals, merely followed whatever ever my petite blonde of a mother told him to. I get my hair color from Memo, my height from Memo, my structure and masculinity obviously from Memo, but my eyes you ask? I can’t tell you that. My black eye I’m pretty sure I received from Judith, she had coal colored eyes, but my left was confusing. Doctors had all come to the conclusion that I was to some extent Albino, causing the color proteins of my left eye to not formulate, leaving the natural color of blood to take the form within the pupil. My temper was prearranged to me from Judith, my other half, my calm content and my quick, silver tongue I established from Memo.

Thinking off track and almost completely ignoring the charisma and immorality seated next to me was working, but not helping at the same time. I never liked to think of my past.

I hated to remember such things and events, like my house, my home. My residence was always dark. We lived in a flat just outside of London in the trash of the country. We were poor. My mother may have been a dedicated Catholic, but she was also an unfortunate woman. She took up the post of whoring just to earn money to feed herself, and only herself. They never thought of me. Memo became one of the most notorious Pimps, earning thousands upon thousands of dollars a week dealing drugs and selling prostitutes. My mum was one of his women walking the streets. Memo was killed a few years after my birth out of conspiracy. People believed him to be a Satanist for his work and now for his son. A mentally unstable American who wanted revenge for bringing the ‘Devil’ to life (me) murdered him in the back alley of one of his ‘shops’. My father, turning out to be one hell of a greedy millionaire, had never once offered any money towards Judith or myself, we only found out about his funds and his drug dealing at his death. It was written in his will that no one was to have his money, and had the greens buried with him, taking it all with him to his grave. I had been eight then, I was ten when I ran away.

2D coughed into his hand, pointedly making me notice his presence, and the fact I had passed the exit to our store. I grumbled, not really perturbed by the facts, and turned the wheel. I knew it was illegal to jump sides on a highway, but I did anyway, no one was out here and the only cop I knew that patrolled these parts was Otto Nexton, and right now he was probably doing no more than getting laid. The biggest flamer I knew, and the most confident gay man in this county. He was a rather attractive man I will admit, like 2D, but Otto had a different kind of splendor. He was not innocent, and he did not try to fake it, he loved his experience, 2D was guiltless, which made him his opposite. With his short ginger colored hair and brilliant cobalt blue eyes, Otto did attract quite the crowd. The only reason I’m sure 2D had not tried anything with the man was because Otto was submissive, and hated the pain 2D lived on.

Yes, 2D was a homosexual.

Many people had been led to believe he had been with a girl named Paula. Which of course, was wrong. Paula had been the cover-up for a guy whose real name was Porto Minkus Moran. I had not even known about the truth until long after the public was informed 2D was dating some ‘girl’. I had been lucky enough to have been drunk at the time, but I know what I saw, and 2D had not denied it when I had questioned him on the presence of the lanky brunette coming from his room one night, reeking of blood. Porto was dominant, but not poised. 2D wanted complete self-assurance that he was going to see the amount of damage he wanted, to feel the scars and bruises he demanded. Porto was weaker than I was because he had feelings for the cerulean haired dullard, I had none but respect, and I did not worry over his safety during each beating.

That’s why 2D kept coming to me, and that’s why he wasn’t letting up on me now.

He had not had his thirst quenched for a week or so, and hungered for the pain that only I could give to his satisfaction. Sometimes the thought of his arousal caused by blood lust sickened me, but I was no better. My appetite did not feed off of receiving pain, but giving it, and so, I was just as twisted as he was. We were contemporaries.

I parked in the vacant lot and left the keys in the ignition as I hopped out. 2D would not follow me in, but he would wait patiently, still contemplating his attack. I needed this much privacy.

Waving to Sable as I passed, I headed straight for the liquor compartment, intent on the strongest of substances. She knew it was me and automatically waved back, her nose still buried in some form of a Japanese Doujinshi, no doubt something about NC-17 rated gay men more notoriously known as a YAOI. That girl had weird interests.

“Hard day at the studio, Muds?”
“No, just an annoying vocalist and a throbbingg ovg over.”
“Ah, the usual. Menthols or Cloves?”

She smiled an ear-to-ear gesture and book marked her page, setting the reading material next to the cashier. I grinned as I stood back upright, three bottles of Absolute in hand and walked back up to the register. Chancing a glance at the cover of her reading material I nearly let my eyes bug out in surprise. Not only did the book contain male/male sex, it showed it on the bloody cover! I shook my head.

Faking a quick growl playfully, I stated, “You know me too well, I’m afraid I have to kill you now.” She winked and reached behind her.
“The light stuff then, Cloves it is.”

Tossing the packs of Djarum Blacks into a small plastic bag, she rang up the drinks and cigs effortlessly before handing them to me. “$23.50”

I handed her forty and left, telling her to keep the change. She waved, flashing her trademark smirk, winking at me as the glass doors slid shut. There was no possible way NOT to like Sable. She was a good friend, perhaps the only one I could truly trust, and I valued that.

Sable Bliss, I mused, kicking the engine into gear once more and pulling out, was younger than I was, but no more fortunate. We both had horrible pasts, her having lost her older brother, Gregory “Duo” Maxton to the drug labeled the Date Rape and a man by the name of Odin H. Lowe. Only later did this Odin come to Sable, offering her his life savings of over 300 grand in American currency for the death of what turned out to be his juvenile lover. The money had been for the two young men’s future wedding. Yeah, what a fucked up world we live in. Duo and his boyfriend got drunk, Odin slipped him a drug, raped him, all the while Duo had already been dead due to excessive use of the poison. I cringed; fucking a dead body was not the most appetizing idea in the world. I had felt momentary pity for Sable when she had told me she had known of her brother’s affair, and that Odin had been a close friend. Odin swallowed a bullet the night of Duo’s funeral, and was buried besides the man he had fallen in love with the next morning.

I sighed through my nose, Sable still mourned, but at least she had her family’s support, and her husband’s comfort. She was married to the infamous Clayton Jacob Bliss; a CEO of some fucked up Computer Company. I believed Sable only worked at a Party Store to be away from stress-induced jobs, and to relax. And I didn’t blame her. She acquired her weird taste in Yaoi Doujinshi in honor of her brother and close friend.

I couldn’t help myself from the yawn that snuck on me, and found my previous fatigue once more. I squirmed until I was posted into the corner of my chair and my door, my head resting on my hand as I tried to stay awake. 2D noticed this, and I felt more than saw the obvious surrender in his posture. If I were too tired or weak to par-take in his game then he wouldn’t be completely satisfied, and we both knew that. He also must have known that I wasn’t faking such an act just to shove him away either, because he wouldn’t have thrown this mornings rumble away so quickly.

In the words of the young General Heero Yuy: “One must be at optimum efficiency to complete a mission, otherwise one is the liability, and one would not be able to perform such duties required [2].”

I groaned and blinked lazily. This was going to be a long ride home, and not because of 2D this time.

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[1] = No offense to anyone Catholic!
[2] = Muahahaha…sorry, I don’t think I’m ever going to shake my love for Gundam Wing, bear with me. ~_^ By the way, that ‘quote’ is copy written by ME. So you have to ask to use it.

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Sorry this one was so long…had lots o’ stuff to write!
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