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Can't Spell Slaughter Without Laugter RePosted!	By : xtwodentsx Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Gorillaz Views: 1297 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Can’t Spell Slaughter without Laughter
Chapter 8

Druke smirked evilly as she walked out of Switch’s newly booby-trapped room, carrying her lighter duffle bag. She walked back to her room and tossed the bag inside and shut the door behind her. Then she walked down the hall to the kitchen to forage for decent food, which was hard to find in this place, considering everything in here was like particle board.

‘Good thing I have a hidden stash…’ she thought as she headed to the laundry room; the one place where none of the band members (with the exception of Noodle) would go. The laundry room was in the basement, access to which was the last damn door at the end of the freaking twenty-something doors. The long walk down the hall gave her plenty of time to think. Unfortunately for Druke all her brain wanted to do was conjure up images of the night before, causing her hair to sand on end, her skin to prickle and arousal to course through her veins.

‘What the FUCKING HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?!’ she thought, angry at herself. ‘Murdoc has probably forgotten all about last night and he’ll act as though nothing happened. Why are you thinking like this, Dumb dumb? It was just a one night stand, after all. Everything will be back to normal and I just need to forget all about…Oooh Ice cream!’ she thought as she opened up the refriderator.

She pulled the Java Chip ice cream from the shelf and climbed the stairs to walk the three doors away and down the hall to the kitchen. She wandered into the kitchen and retrieved a spoon from the drawer. Proper ice cream accouterment in hand, she hoisted herself onto the counter and daintily dug into the carton of ice cream like a pig at a trough.

After a quarter of the carton disappeared, Druke capped the ice cream, hopped off the counter, and went down the stairs she hadn’t noticed before by the window into the basement where the stairs ended right next to her mini-fridge. “Huh…you would’ve thought I’d notice those stairs there…well…Kong does have a way of changing when you least expect it.” Druke said to herself, shrugging.

Once the ice cream was put back in the freezer, Druke climbed the stairs she had descended and sat atop the counter again and stared out the window at the life outside, the browns of the landfill and the zombies scavenging in the muck.

Druke still couldn’t stop thinking about the night before so she slid off the counter and headed for her room where she changed into a pair of pj paints and t-shirt and padded down the hall to another staircase that she followed up to the library (AN: I know! The Gorillaz with a Library?! Well Noodle reads and she stocked the place, so there you go.) to worry about other people’s problems.

Pulling an interesting looking Japanese history book she plopped down in the large, plush chair by the wall fireplace and began reading, delving deeply into the world of the samurais and the ninjas as they roamed Japan’s 13th century history. She felt like she was there, with them, fighting alongside them.

‘Good times, good times.’ She thought as she remembered ding most of the things she was reading in the book, a smile playing across her face as she read about a young samurai she had helped get to a wealthy lord.
Lost in the beautiful language of the book and the unbelievable accuracy of it she didn’t notice when the door opened and in walked a dark haired figure.

“Hello”

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Switch swerved around another slow car…at least one that was going slower than her. She maneuvered the motorcycle around the cares that were stupidly going slower than her. 2D finally couldn’t take it anymore. Braving to look at the speedometer, he decided to speak up.

“Hey Switch, you’re going 105 miles an hour! Think you could…” he yelled to be heard over the roar of the engine.

“What?! Only 105?! This puppy can go faster than that!” she screamed back accelerating the bike to 125…130…145…

“SLOW DOWN!!!!” 2D attempted again, but she either couldn’t hear him, or she didn’t give a rat’s ss. Either way, she wasn’t slowing down, and 2D decided that if he didn’t die before they got to the mall, he was driving back.

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Noodle walked around the chair Druke sat in and sat down in the plush chair across from her. Leaning back in the chair, Noodle stared at Druke, smirking knowingly.

“hey.” Druke said, and then shrunk behind the history book she had been reading, no longer reading it any more, In point of fact, she was using it as a shield.

“You aren’t human, are you?” Noodle asked, though she seemed to already know the answer.

“What are you talking about? Of course I’m human!” Druke attempted, but at Noodle’s disbelieving look, conceded. “Alright not I’m not exactly human but…how did you find out?” Druke asked suspiciously, scrutinizing the small Japanese girl in front of her.

“I’ve lived with demon Murdoc since I was about…what? Eight? I think I can spot a demon when I see one…plus, in case you hadn’t noticed we’re talking in Japanese…and it’s a dialect that hasn’t been spoken in 700 years. Unless you were in a Japanese school, there is no way you should know this dialect.” Noodle giggled cutely.

“Murdoc is a demon?” Was all Druke could think to say.

“Yep. Don’t really know what kind, exactly. Never told me…I don’t think he even remembers.” Noodle said patiently, gently.

“Huh…” Druke said, pondering the new information, but deciding not to ask more about Murdoc’s past. She was after all, only a one-night stand anyway. She didn’t have the right to delve into his life.

“What’s the story, Key?” Noodle asked, child-like using the nickname that Switch used to use when she was little.

“Well…here’s the cliff notes version: Switch and I escaped Hell when we were teens and have hid on earth ever since.” Druke said, trusting that Noodle would never tell anyone. Then again, even if she did, no one but Del would understand what she was saying.

Noodle chuckled. “You two are perfect for this group. Two demons to take on a demon bassist and a drugged up lead singer. This should be interesting to say the least; I should bring popcorn!”

Druke could help but chuckle with her. It was just loopy enough to be her life…or a soap opera…or an anime…she couldn’t decide which.

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2D attempted again to talk her into slowing down a little. She had sped up more and was now pushing 210. “SLOW DOWN!” he shouted, attempting to be heard over the traffic noise.

“Why?” Switch asked, turning around to look at 2D and talk to him, her eyes off the road. Luckily for the two of them her excellent hearing let her keep swerving around the cars as she talked to him. “Why don’t you want me to go fast?” Switch asked, giggling.

At the sight of her eyes off the road his face paled and he squeezed his eyes shut. The color drained from his face as he mentally wrote his last will and testament.

“Hey…Are you alright?” Switch asked, her eyes staying on 2D as she maneuvered the bike into a parking space and turned off the engine. “You look so pale…” she spun around on the bike and gazed at him as he pulled his lids apart and looked cautiously around then down at himself to make sure he was alive. After he finished checking his pulse, he looked at Switch, surprised and awestruck that they had made it through alive.

“How…did we not die?” he asked eyes wide and searching.

“Um…we didn’t crash. No crash equals no death.” She said, gently, like a sweet kindergarten teacher explaining to a slow child.

“But…How did we not crash?”

“Did you WANT to crash?” Switch asked smiling at his cute puppy dog-ness.

“NO! No, I just….you were going 200 miles an hour…” “210” “Fine 210…and you weren’t watching the road so…how did we not crash and die?”

“Um…my demon powers….?” Switch said honestly and 2D just laughed, not believing her.

“Come on. We have some shopping to do and we aren’t getting any of that done sitting here.” He said, chuckling through the words.

Switch smiled, unsure how his reaction made her feel. On the one hand, she was glad that he didn’t believe her because then Dru wouldn’t find out and beat the crap out of her. On the other hand, Switch was depressed slightly that he didn’t believe… ‘Would he be able to handle the truth…Ooh! Converse!’ she thought, then ran into the shoe store, leaving 2D to keep walking ahead of her until he started talking to her and realized she had gone into the shoe store.

Flashes of the stereotypical girl in a shoe store shot through his mind and he wearily entered the glass enclosed zoo cage-like room. There, he saw Switch trying on a pair of black converse with glow-in-the-dark shoelaces. His weary feeling dissipated and a smile danced across his face as he came up behind her and placed a clog on the top of her head, balancing it there until she lifted her face to look up at him. They both shared a laugh at the stupidity of it.
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