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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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Conviction #6

Warnings: 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!

~*~

“NO!” I screeched, cowering in the furthest corner of my Bago from its door.
“Murdoc. Now.”
“I SAID NO DAMNIT!”

2D and myself had been going at this since earlier this morning, and it was driving me crazy. I don’t know what I was so scared about, but I honestly did not want to see anyone at this midpoint crisis of my life, especially not the person who had caused it.

I heard 2D groan, frustrated, but not harsh and demanding. He sounded more like anxious, maybe even nervous.

“Ok, Murdoc. I’m serious now, I know that’sod Iod I smell, come out please?”

I stopped shivering to hold my breath, eyes wide, body broken out in a cold sweat. I felt feeble and small, shoulder covering half my face as I looked over it to stare hard at the door. Was the stench really that strong that it had made it past my walls? My arm hadn’t been cut THAT bad had it? Slowly, I looked down at said limb, noticing it had indeed, been injured that inadequately. The cuts never vandalized the border were arm turned into wrist and threatened the skin over my main artery, but I was pretty torn up. The largest cut ran from my mid-forearm, stopped just below my bicep, and was in desperate need of stitching. For a split second I almost moved to let 2D ‘help’ my situation, but was shot back down to reality when his voice rose to an angry holler.

“Murdoc God damnit I’m just trying to bloody fucking lend a hand to you here! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL YOURSELF NOW?! ARE YOU?!”

I whimpered now, cringing away as if I could melt into the wall and never return to the tragedy that had befallen my life. But no, I could never be so fortunate. I heard 2D stop, he was listening to all my naivety and me. But then he did something unexpected, and I heard him place an ear to my door.

“Muds? I…please, just come out. For a second ok? I know you don’t wanna die. Just let me do something.”

His tone was desperate, and for a moment, I thought he might be just trying to lure me out and molest me some more. Seduce my mind into thinking he was acting innocent when I knew he was far from it. There was a diminutive hint of sadness there though, and I began to believe him.

“Ok…ok…” I mumbled, and I knew he heard it, because he quickly stepped away from the door and dowe ste stairs.

It took me a while, but I stood up slowly, unsteady with the amount of blood I had lost in the past three days, but made it through my Bago to my destination anyway. I heard him fidgeting even from inside, and I grew suddenly nervous. I had always wished I could read people’s thoughts, and now was no different. What if this was just another of his tricks that I would not for forget ever stepping into blindly?

“Murdoc?”
“I won’t come outside…”

A step back onto the first of my stairs. “And why not?” He questioned softly to a careful extent. “I’m not going to hurt you. Not this time. I just want to know where the blood is coming from.”

Not this time. Yeah, I knew that was coming.

“No, 2D.”
“Now.” Was the strict, even command, and I jerked away slightly at his tone. I would do as I was told, if only just for this one time.

“Only…only if you promise, not to touch me…”
“Alright.” He agreed considerately, and I could almost hear him nod his head, his eyes closed.

It seemed like an eternity before my hand found my doorknob, but it got there eventually, and the loud creaking echoed about my brain as waves and rocks. The sun bore into my eyes immediately, and I turned quickly as to avoid its rays. I had not missed 2D’s rather appalled, disapproving stare though before I managed to look away. He hissed in pent up energy, wanting to touch I knew but keeping his promise. I shuddered; right hand scratching at some of the larger cuts on my left forearm nervously, and waited for my sight to adjust to the penetration of the new kind of pain. When I found the strength to look back, I found 2D’s eyes weren’t on me anymore; they were on my arm, and the infected wounds.

His gaze was hard, his mouth set in a firm, thin line as he desperately tried his best to keep his hands restrained. I knew his usually empathetic nature ordered him to instantaneously set to curing me, my arm, my soul, but he also never went back on a promise of any kind. He would wait for me to speak to him.

“There, you see the cause of the smell, now leave me alone please.”
“No, Murdoc, you need help.” He took another step up the stairs, close enough so that I could feel his warm breath wash across my face, and the sensation was too overwhelming to withstand. I shivered, then whimpered, and backed away from him.

“No! Leave me alone, please.”
“Not until you listen to me.”

I quivered more violently then I had been and bumped my back into the nearest wall, trying for balance but finding none and sliding to the floor. 2D was relentless, and followed, arms still glued to his sides firmly.

“Murdoc, look at me, its me, alright, not anyone else. Understand?”

Strangely, I did. The strength in his words followed loosely by concern was what stopped my trembling to be able to look at him fully. He had knelt down to my level, hands behind him, eyes unyielding and judicious. He was all but glaring at me, but then again, he wasn’t.

“Murdoc. Let me help you.”
“You can’t help me. No one can, just leave me alone!”
“Yes I can. We all have our horrible pasts, I know, believe me, I do. Let me try.”

I looked up from under my bangs and saw him reaching forward with his hands. He was grasping my wrist and my elbow before I could protest, but even then I didn’t. His contact was comforting now, strange how it hadn’t been before, but now I seemed to feed off it.

I let him study my arm, my right hand trembling in front of my chest. I wanted to touch him. I needed to, but gods was my mind yelling at me to do the opposite. I kep arm arm to myself, but when he moved away, what was left of my pride shattered and I leapt at 2D, clung to him, and buried my head shamefully into his shirt. He stopped, tense, and waited to see if I would jump back away again. After a second of thought, he timidly touched his hands to my back, and I shuddered.

“Murdoc, talk to me.”
“This is all your fucking fault.” I snapped, and he fell quiet, but I swear he was grinning.
“I know.”

That’s when I pushed away weakly, sitting back on my own and wrapping my arms around myself in an attempt to be my own comfort. Even though it failed, I looked up to glare at him anyway.

“What do you mean ‘I know’? You fucking planned this? You didn’t know this would happen! Your such a fucking twit!”

He nodded, but then looked at the floor in thought.

“You’re right, I am the arse here, but I think I’m doing you a favor.”
“How? By forcing me into a nervous breakdown?”
“It’ll get better, I promise. But for now, you need to get this stitched up. Come up stairs to the den and I’ll do it for you.”

He stood after that and left, expecting me to follow, and bizarrely, I would.

~*~

“What the HELL?!” Was all I heard the moment before I was yanked off my feet and thrust hard against the nearest wall.

Russ had just walked in after taking Noodle over to her newest translator’s office building, and the first thing he had seen was me sitting on the couch in the den and my mutilated arm, 2D missing because he had gone to find the first aid.

I cringed but managed to miraculously hold in a whimper of undeniable fear at the pain in my back and the anger in the larger black man’s face, his fists tight around my collar and near strangling me as I dangled from his hold like a rag doll. My past bit at me again, and instead of my friend I saw the man that had used me, had broken me that long while ago. I didn’t answer him, I couldn’t answim, im, but thankfully I didn’t have to, because 2D returned in that moment.

“Russel! Put him down!” He shouted, voice deepening and the percussionist turned sharply, surprised at the tone in the vocalist’s order.

The bigger man did drop me, but I crumbled to the floor and curled around myself, hiding my face in my knees and refraininom tom the fear that itched to come up as tears. Neither of the other two said anything for a small moment, before Russ exploded again. “Wha“What the FUCK is going on in here?” He screamed, but I looked up in time to see that 2D hardly flinched.

“Business that you have no fucking right to mess with.” He answered calmly, albeit hardness at the ends of his words that betrayed his immense anger directed towards Russ. Del immerged in that moment, but paid no attention to the two bickering men, instead lowering himself to hover at my level.

He said nothing, his pure white eyes staring at me intently in a blank way that unnerved me horribly. I knew he saw my raw emotions burning brightly through my expression, and because of my upturned past the very least I expected of him was to spit in my face and turn away in a disgusted fashion. 2D and Russel continued to exchange words, the drummer calming down to an extent, but my gaze was locked with Del’s, and I had no will power left to break the connection and look away.

“Del. Leave.”

The ghost looked back up, as did I, to see that Russel was just exiting the room, glancing back in with a new kind of worry written across his features. Del nodded up to 2D, who had issued the demand, before evaporating to leave the two of us alone once more.

The limber vocalist sighed, shoulders falling dramatically before he got to his knees, a small box of medical supplies in his hand as he reached for my abused arm. I jerked in his grasp, but then calmed when his soft touch relaxed the most of my tensed muscles. He took out cotton balls and a bottle of something, and set to cleaning my infected cuts silently, caring for me in a way that almost caused me to run away. I never knew compassion, never understood it, and to have it now, in my most desperate of times, was like a slap in the face from the deity of reality.

The one person I least expected to care was doing the opposite of what I didn’t need, and the emotional strain that put on my shoulders pushed a quiet tear from the corner of my eye, my face still partially hidden behind my bent knees. I hadn’t realized that 2D had stopped moving to watch my fresh tear track it’s way down a path on my face, a path that hadn’t been touched in decades.

“Murdoc…” He started to say, but a short intake of breath was my only answer to anything he was about to ask before I threw my arms around him again.

I held him loosely, mind too far gone to even think about how I normally would have been reacting to his unusual kindness, and he sighed into my shoulder as I worked on securing my sadness once more. He let me cling to him, the hand that he hadn’t been using to clean my arm with looped around my back in support as we sat like that, with out words.

I found peace in those short minutes, found what I thought previously was a weakness, and when 2D pulled me to him closer with both arms now I completely broke down.

I felt it like a storm, wave after wave of depression and guilt throwing themselves at me in an effort to bring more of my past back to the surface, and I cried. I cried the hardest I’ve ever cried since that one, horrible night that had been full of sinister mocking and twisted pain, the rivers of tears draining from my eyes and into 2D’s shirt as I sobbed, the sounds coming from my throat the sounds of a child who’d never been given a chance.

I had no ego, no pride in that moment; I had lost my shame and could no longer stand my own ground in the arms of the trigger that had turned back time. Visions of my captures and the surrounding scenario of that cruel, dark alley jumped into my mind without mercy, and the tsunami that was my misery crashed around my existence and cancelled out the aura that was 2D’s concern. Nothing existed anymore outside of my childhood on the streets and the present yin yang that the blue haired vocalist had become, I forgot where I was and who I was, who I had been and who I might become now that the sensations eating away at my insides were weakening what defense had taken years to build.

Distantly I heard 2D whispering soft nothings in my ear, felt him rocking me slightly against him, but I couldn’t comprehend it, and felt numbness rising through my spine. I was weary, starved and sick, my body slowly shutting down as my anguished cries of melaly fly finally started to ebb away. My mind cleared of the fog that had encompassed it in the last few moments, and I was left without strength half stretched out on the floor and half cradled against 2D almost affectionately. I felt infantile, but not insecure, and for the first time in my life I felt safe.

“You need to sleep, Murdoc.”
”No.” I whisper stubbornly, knowing if I did fall back into the world of unconsciousness I would be consumed by nightmares.
”Yes, you have to. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

I sniffed, sounding incredibly feeble and timid, before chancing a glance upwards into the hollow eyes of my comforter. There were no emotions in the shells, because 2D was incapable of doing so with his expression, but I did find a soft gentleness in his relaxed façade that made me tremble slightly.

He nodded once, as if giving me permission, and I suddenly found the trust within myself to believe him when he said he would stay with me. It shocked me completely to uncover such feelifor for my previous enemy, to realize that 2D was the only person in this world that I would willingly give my problems to when I had used to think so little of his personality. He was so much different from what people on the outside thought of him, even to the people on the inside like Russ, and for some unknown reason, I knew I was the only one to see him like this.

I felt him pull my injured arm from around his shoulder, then moving me to lay on my back in his lap with my head on his thigh before he went back to restart the process of dressing my self-inflicted wounds. I continued to watch him through heavy eyelids, the look of intense concentration on his face alluring, and as much as I fought against it, my fatigue won out, and I fell asleep quietly in the promised care of 2D.

~*~

Stirring uncomfortably for a few moments, I finally woke up completely, and sat bolt upright when I found myself in 2D’s bedroom. It was strange to wake up here, and alone, and as much as I hated it internally I whimpered and curled into a tight ball beneath the cotton, sky blue sheets.

I was shaking again, gripping at my thickly bandaged arm in an attempt to use the pain against my fear, but from the other side of a closed door I heard the toilet flush. I waited, holding my breath in tightly, with my eyes wide. It was pitch black under the covers, even on the outside, but the room was soon illuminated when 2D’s bathroom door creaked open for a few short seconds before he flicked off the light switnd ind it was dark again.

Extra weight crawled onto the mattress, and I pulled the covers from my face to glance outward. The blue haired vocalist sat mostly on his heels, looking down at me, and immediately I realized he wasn’t wearing anything but a flimsy pair of boxers. Without thinking properly I scooted backwards, reaching the end of the mattress rather quickly and quickly falling off. It didn’t faze me though, and I jumped up to stumble backwards for his front door.

2D did nothing but watch me, but I could not read his expression through the lack of light and from how far I was away from him.

I turned and gripped the doorknob, but whimpered when I found it locked from the outside and slid to the floor, defeated. I felt my heart pounding against my rib cage; my breathing a light pant as my eyes fell shut, trying to hide from myself feebly. I had slept peacefully after 2D had persuaded me to cry with his gentle gestures, no nightmares haunting my thoughts, and I had gotten much needed rest. But to wake up in the man’s bed, and him in boxers, kicked my system back into play, reminding me of the last time I had woken up with another male sleeping with me. On impulse reaction to that thought I looked down at my body to check for b.
.

“Murdoc,” He said sternly, standing and all bushinshing to my side. “Murdoc look at me.”

He knelt swiftly with this and grabbed my wrists as I felt my body for bruises or evidence of rape, and when he touched me I jerked away, trying to get out of his hold.

“MURDOC!” He screamed suddenly, and I fell slightly to my side, lifelessly, worn out, and weak. I had worked myself up, and now I found 2D’s arms around me, helping me to sit back up straight.

“Look at me.” He repeated, and I managed to meet his gaze, albeit uncerty. Hy. He ran his fingers back through my bangs and hair, getting the dirty strands out of my eyes and I found I could see his face a bit more from the glowing TV screens on the wall.

“It’s alright Muds, come on, stand up.”

I didn’t move for a while, just watching him and absorbing the sound of his voice, a smooth tenor at theent.ent. His tone tended to change with his moods, and I found his concern ironed out the fabric of his vocal cords to give him the voice of a gentleman. And I, reluctantly, hallenllen for it, act or not.

I let him pull me up by my hands, before he led me back to lie on his comfortable mattress softly. He didn’t join me right away, and I was immensely overjoyed when he had stopped to pull a nightshirt over his head. I thanked whatever God existed for him being able to read me so easily, even if no more than a few weeks ago I would havesed sed the same gift, would have cursed him personally.

I was startled again when he wrapped his arms around me, spooning me to him as he covered us back up. I heard a whine escape me, and 2D crooned in the back of his throat.

“Shh, just go back to sleep, you’ll be fine, I won’t leave you alone.”

I opened my eyes again, and chanced looking up to him. He was watching me back, and smiled warmly when he noticed I was staring before his flat palms rubbed my back comfortingly. I took it all in greedily, soaking up the attention as a part of me had been craving it for a long while, and finally resituated myself to worm back against him, pressing myself along his body for the warmth and the knowledge that he was, in fact, still there by my side. He complied, almost happily, and I found it in myself to sigh when I felt his nose nuzzling into my hair, a feeling of complete content washing over me the very second I closed my eyes and caught the tail end of sleepiness. The world stopped spinning in that moment, and all that existed was 2D and I.

~*~

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