W00t my first fic :O NO WAY.

I want to give a HUUGE thankies to one of my best friends Milla for helping inspire me to start my own fic, and another thanks for my slut monkey friends for supporting my liking for this couple

Title: Love Fool

Ratings: R for now

Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own Gorillaz, but if I did...teee...ahem

Warnings: Oh, beatings and maybe..MAYBE if you’re lucky...some other stuff

Pairing: 2DxMurdoc

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Rain silently patted against the blue-haired angel as he walked among the graves of the cemetery in Kong Studios. He looked up ahead, feeling the droplets roll down his cheeks and trickle off his chin. His blue hair clung to the curves of his face. The sky, heavy with pregnant clouds, were dark and the surrounding area was foggy and misty. The earth beneath him shifted under his light weight. The air felt cold and fresh in his lungs and when he breathed out the mist of his breath lingered in the air in front of his face. The blue-haired singer took a pause in his walk and looked ahead at the endless horizon of tombstones. He sighed in deeply, letting his chest fill with as much wet air as possible, and then let out a tired misty sigh.

“Dullard, what the ‘ell are you doing out here?”

2D swung his head in the direction of the bass player, droplets swinging from his blue hair. “Er..,” he stuttered, “I w-was jus’ out looking at the rain..”

2D loved his best mate, Murdoc, and enjoyed his company, even though quite often their confrontations would end up 2D waking up hours later on the floor with a new collection of bruises.

“Fucki’n...it’s bloo’y freez’in out!” Murdoc was impatient with 2D, and 2D knew that. He always believed that Murdoc thought of him as brainless and the worthless thing in his life, and even though he would laugh with Murdoc, it hurt somewhere deep inside of him, like a bruise that was being pestered repeatedly.

2D tried to change the Satanist’s mind, “But..doesn’t it feel nice?”

“Feels like every other fuck ‘in day,” Murdoc growled back. 2D frowned silently to himself and turned away from Murdoc and fixed his gaze at the endless horizon of soaked tombstones. Murdoc grew impatient with the young man and began to mutter under his hot breath. “Get in you lil’ bugger before I hafta force ya.”

2D’s heart and shoulders fell. He didn’t want to leave, but he knew the consequences for disobeying Murdoc. He stood erect, breathed in a deep sigh and clenched his fists.

His back at the Satanist, mouth quivering, “When d-did you care if I was out or n-not? S’nots like you cared if I caught a cold.”

Murdoc stared at the blue-haired angel with his emotionless stare. They stood still for minutes, but for the singer it seemed like hours. 2D waited for the relentless words that he heard for so many years.

“You lil’ mofo,” he started towards the young man, put a hand on his shoulder and twirled him around so they met face to face.

The singer’s eyes, pupilless as they were, held all of his emotions that he showed to the world. Murdoc was not blind. He could see the sorrow in those onyx eyes. He clenched his calloused knuckles and swung his fist across the young man’s face.

2D’s face stung with pain as he met with Murdoc’s fist, his head forced to turn away from the man by the blow. He blinked painfully, but dared not look back at the bassist. Murdoc was already trudging back into Kong Studios.

The singer stood in the same position he was left in, alone in the rain, slowly mending his broken heart. His left cheek bone began to turn into an angry shade of purple. His nose dribbled with blood. He didn’t bother wiping it off.

Slowly yet painfully, he looked up to the crying sky, blood running down his chin. Drops of rain stung the delicate curves of his bruised face.

“When will..he l-love me?” he whispered to nobody in particular.

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Short chapter, I realize that but I had to start somewhere. Please be gentle, this is my first fic D: