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Murdoc's Victory	By : HellsFunnyHome Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Gorillaz Views: 1744 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Damien Albarn and Jamie Hewlett are the rightful owners of the Gorillaz. I don't know them, own them, or make any money from them. I also do not know any characters from the band Gorillaz. This is a creation of pure fiction, made up from

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Vicky sat up. Her throat was sore and her head pounding with only the thought, 'Water,' registering in her drowsy state. She allowed herself a moment to clear her throat along with her eyes. Sitting up was her natural instinct, and she did so with a bit of effort, her body being uncomfortably tender. It was at that moment that her surroundings finally sunk in.
Murdoc's room… 'Oh, fucking-A…'
Bile rose from within her empty stomach and before she knew it, Vicky was leaning over the sink in order to purge herself.
"Oh, dear lucifer… Do yah have be so loud?" groaned Murdoc's high morning timbre from his newfound place against the closet. He received nothing but a tired moan, and his response was equally lost as he watched her empty the contents of her stomach, not quite sure what to do with the situation. Women never spent the night only to hurl the next morning, it just wasn't Murdoc's style; he would've kicked them out. But this was Vicky, and he couldn't bring himself to do that despite his reluctance. Still… He was not one for dealing with hangover sickness, Vicky or no Vicky.
Pulling her matted hair back, lucidness was starting to return to Vicky, her thoughts returning to yesterday's messages of despair and her reaction to everything–what it culminated into. She bit her lip, trying to hold back her sob but before she knew it, Vicky was on her knees bawling and clinging to the dirty sink. She barely acknowledged what Murdoc was saying but as soon as she felt his thin fingers poking her shoulder, she turned to slap his hand away. "Don't f-fucking touch me!" She angrily wiped her tears, curling her naked body to hide herself from his mismatched eyes. Lot of good it did now.
"I was just gonna offer yeh pills." he grumbled, throwing her a packet of ibuprofen.
She eyed them warily, well they couldn't make her situation any worse, right?

'Well that was an unpleasant surprise,' thought Murdoc just moments later. He sat awkwardly inside of his bedroom, picking at the strings of El Diablo. He would've left but when he had tried she had gone batshit, screaming and sobbing, not letting him anywhere near her; and she was on the way to the entrance unfortunately. After noticing that her uproar had all but ceased, he took a gander at her leaning position against his kitchenette.
"Give me my clothes," she whispered forcefully, hiccuping. Maybe he didn't hear her or didn't care, because he made no move to comply her demand. "Hey! I said give me my clothes!" She looked up at him, shivering as she focused on his cold stare.
"Oi, what's got you in a twist?" He snapped, placing his precious instrument on his bed and leaning back.
"I don't need your shit right now, just give me my clothes so I can go!"
"Look for them yahself. Mah name's not 2D, I ain't yehr servant boy." He growled and scratched his bare stomach.
"Fuck this shit," she mumbled as she stood up, awkwardly trying to do so and cover nude self. Hearing Murdoc's cackle, she snapped her head in his direction causing her to topple over onto the ground. "¡Que mierda! Stop laughing!" Forget decency, she had none of it now so why bother. Vicky used both arms to lift herself up, letting a couple of angry tears roll down, and walked to where she saw her shirt and bra by the table. Quickly putting them on, she flicked her middle finger at Murdoc, who continued snickering at her desperation to clothe herself.
"Don't forget yehr stupid boyfriends' drawers!" He threw them at her head, smirking when she angrily snatched them down to pull them on.
"He's ten times the guy you'll ever be." She rolled her eyes, staring irritatedly at him.
"Oh yes, I'm sure he's the perfect boyfriend." Murdoc scoffed. Perfect boyfriend nothing. 2D was a simpleton with nothing to offer the world, if it wasn't for Murdoc, he'd probably be stuck in the organ shop selling keyboards.
"Not that it's any of your business, but 2D's a great boyfriend. He actually cares about people other than himself, unlike you. You told me you were alone but you have nothing to blame but your selfishness!"
"I'm selfish?" Murdoc jumped off of his bed and strode over to her. "If he's so great then why sleep with me! If anyone's selfish it's you!"
Both his proximity and his statement made Vicky flinch back, giving her a second to process his accusation. "No, it's–it's different. I wasn't in the right mindset yesterday, there's too much going on!" She tried defending herself, not really believing what she said either.
"And yah call that not bein' selfish? Then 2D's stupider than I thought." Murdoc looked at her with distaste. What right hadshe to place all the blame on him? He saw her last night, he heard her, felt her. Drunk or not, Murdoc firmly believed she wanted it just as much as he did. Yet here she was, finding someway to excuse herself so she could go back running to the dunce.
"2D is not stupid, stop saying that!"
"He's stupid enough to trust you." He snapped, letting his hostility for 2D get first dibs on his response.
Vicky froze. 'Stupid enough to trust me?' She looked at herself, then at Murdoc, before settling her gaze on the floor and herself on the empty chair. 'He's right…' How could she have done this to 2D? She began quietly sobbing once again. Guilt and sorrow were not two things that should be mixed and Vicky was currently within both's grasp.
"Jeez, stop cryin'!" He awkwardly handed her what looked like a napkin.
"How can I when you're right?" She wept, using the front of her shirt to wipe her snot and tears. Not a pretty sight, but then again, she wasn't feeling particularly pretty. "Pretty despicable maybe." She mumbled to herself.
"What?"
"Last night was a mistake."
"So you've said."
"I want to say it was because I was drunk but you're right, that would just be me being selfish." She hiccuped, looking at Murdoc. "I don't know what came over me, alcohol? Depression? I dunno what… but what we did last night can never be repeated."
"Depression over what?" Not the whole, everything's-his-fault, thing again.
"My brother is dying if not dead. I… I didn't know how to handle it, we're not the closest but he's very special to me."
"Um… I'm sorry?" Murdoc didn't know how to respond, he was no good for cheering up people.
Vicky let out a small laugh, it didn't mean anything just something to fill the silence. After a beat, in which Murdoc stood uneasily and Vicky sat dejectedly, Vicky let out a slow sigh accompanied by a whimper. She was trying not to cry apparently. "2D can't know about this." She looked up to look Murdoc directly in the eyes. "Whatever happened, 2D mustn't know about it. Please, I'm begging you."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm not sayin' a word. I got what I wanted."
God, why did that sting her so much? But she now realized she was in no place to ask for too much from Murdoc. He hadn't fucked up. She did. She nodded and stood, not having the gall to go back to 2D's room but knowing she couldn't stay here and be at ease with herself.
"Oi!" Murdoc's voice called after her, his curiosity getting the better of him. When she turned slightly to face him, he snarled at how melancholy she looked. Was sleeping with him bothering her that badly or was it her brother? For some reason he hoped it was the latter, not that he wanted to see her so miserable anyway. Huh, strange. "How'd yeh learn about yehr brother?"
She paused, quickly glancing down, and bit her bottom lip around her labrets before answering, "Mel. I was able to contact my cousin through him and she left the message." She looked like she wanted to say more but held her tongue and left instead.
Inside, Murdoc didn't know whether to be angry with her for endangering them from pirates, or angry with her because she had left as quickly as she had come. Either way he was pretty ticked off and hungry. The kind of hunger that only cigarettes and alcohol could satisfy.

"There yew ar'! Ah been lookin' all ovah fo' yew!"
Vicky turned around, her stomach clenching at the happy demeanor that seemed to always accompany 2D. For over an hour she had on the roof of Kong, hoping that through some miracle pirates would come shooting just so she could get the push to run away. No such luck. With a strained smile, Vicky slid over to make room for 2D. "Hey…" She choked out, her voice sounding sickeningly plastic.
"Ah woke up an' yew were gone, but ah wa'n't sure fo' how long since me pills knocked me out real good."
"Yeah, you… you were knocked out pretty good…" Vicky tried to force out a small laugh and followed with biting her labrets.
"Yew awright'?"
She didn't want to look at him. Oh god, if she looked at him she would let out everything! And that would devastate him, knowing he couldn't trust anyone anymore. God, why did she have to ruin this perfectly stable relationship? Fuck over one of the greatest guys she had met just because of her inconsiderate, whorish ways? She was stupid! A dumb fucking little cunt-ass bit–!
2D leaned in to look at her face, centimeters from her tense face when she recoiled from him. He had startled her apparently.
"I'm sorry!" She squeaked, her face still clenched with tears threatening to fall. He knew! That was why he was staring at her so intently, everything about her screamed, 'I SCREWED YOUR BEST FRIEND!' and she knew it.
"Sorry? Fo' what?"
Vicky was silently analyzing his facial features. The way his big, empty, black eyes stared at her so innocently let her know he had no idea what she was talking about. And that made her hate herself more. She chose not to answer him and instead retreat to her own little world once again. A moment later she felt 2D's long gangly arm wrap around her shoulder to bring her closer to him and she couldn't her but let her a couple of guilty tears fall.
"Hey…" 2D lifted her chin so he could look straight at her. "If anyone has to be sorry, is me 'cause ah haven' go' yew out like ah promised ah would. Ah know yew don' wanna be here anymore so ah'm sorry is got to this point. Ah guess, ah'm so used to crazy here, ah figured yew'd get used t' it too." He tried smiling at her, closing his toothless gap around the tip of his tongue as a way of making her smile.
Vicky couldn't look at 2D anymore, was he really apologizing for keeping her here? She wanted to yell that it wasn't being stuck here that was killing her. Frankly, she'd rather rewind to days ago where her biggest issue was simply being stuck in one place for too long. And it wasn't 2D's fault at all. Definitely not at all. But the knot in her stomach tightened and wrapped itself around her throat. She felt 2D grab hold of her face and bring it close to his. She felt a giant slap to her face when 2D kissed her trembling lips making her wince. 2D looked at her, his face etched in confusion, but chose not to say anything. She wanted–that is, every cell of her being was yelling at her–to move away from him, because she didn't deserve to be held by him, much less kissed by him. But she chose to stay and pretend to listen to what he was saying. She chose to let him lead her back to his room and lay in his bed. She chose to pretend it was simply home-sickness and cabin fever because at that moment she would much rather have been in her brother's position…
But that was no reason for 2D to suffer for her mistakes.
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