Uhm, let's see how to start… er… This is my first fic so please be gentle ok? And uhm, yeah no flaming either, if you could offer anything that would help my writing to become better that would be much appreciated, oh and yeah, of course I do not own Gorillaz. R&R

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Murdoc is king

Murdoc is dead

Murdoc is god

Trying to fit in

If there was one thing 2D was sure about, it was that the lyrics scratched down in his notebook could not have been more true now. Well, the line about Murdoc being dead anyway. 'E was a king in some ways I 'spose… 2D thought. Of course the Swiss cheese brained singer was the one that had written the lyrics to begin with so of course he would think that.

He heard a rough knock to his door, he didn't need to hear more than one knock to know who it was, the drummers fist could easily reduce his door to splinters.

"Yea, Russ?" He said weakly, but loud enough so the drummer could hear him. "C'mon D, it's time to go." The drummer's deep voice came from behind the door. "Alroight, I'll be out in a minute." The singer heard Russle's footsteps recede. He wiped his eyes one last time and stuck the kerchief in the pocket of his suit.

Time for the funeral… He squeezed his eyes together to keep the tears from coming back, he'd just now stopped crying and Russle was undoubtedly waiting in the geep with Noodle. 2D drew in a slow breath and released it. He strode from the large organ he had in his far wall to his bedside table. He popped open a pill bottle and downed two of the large white pills dry. With that, 2D put on his most indifferent face he could muster and walked out to the carpark.

As Russle sat there with the young guitarist, he couldn't help but feel sad. Yeah, the surly, foul, womanizing bassist was dead. But, Murdoc still had a way of weaseling and burning his way into your heart with that nasty venomous personality. Deep inside, he was glad the bassist was dead. Deeper inside, he missed him terribly already, sitting in the studio kitchen in his underwear throwing beer cans at 2D, calling him a fat sod, and just his general booze sodden behavior was already sorely missed.

Noticing 2D hadn't gotten his ass up to the geep yet, Russle pounded on the horn twice. "Where is he? I want to get this over with." Noodle, sitting in the back seat, frowned. Russle was frustrated with his friend's death and it clearly showed. She didn't speak though.

Murdoc had practically been her father, albeit a very drunken one, but still. She didn't think she would be able to hold back sobs if she allowed her mouth to open.

After another short interval of time, 2D trudged out into the carpark. His "indifferent" face, was the saddest attempt he had ever made at hiding his emotions, it looked totally crushed. Russle sighed upon seeing D's face. Murdoc had been so much to 2D in life. His savior, his hero, and of course his love. And now that Russle thought about it, it seemed so cruel that 2D was the one that had to deliver the eulogy at the funeral.

2D sat down in the shotgun seat of the geep and slumped back against the back rest. "Well… Let's get 'is over wif." He said broken. Russle put a tentative hand on the singer's shoulder before turning the key in the ignition and driving off to the funeral home.

Once at the home, 2D wandered around the rooms almost lost. He didn't dare go to Murdoc's open casket as much as he wanted to, he didn't want to see his best mate's face without hope of ever seeing those mismatched eyes open again. Instead he occupied himself with something equally as depressing, looking at some of the displays he had help throw together along with Russle, Noodle, and some of the unsavory people that Murdoc had known. There were so many people here. He hadn't known that so many people cared for Murdoc. Or perhaps they only said they knew him so they could get free food. It wouldn't have been the first time people had done it, hell, Murdoc had probably done it a few times for all 2D knew.

He managed a half smile at a picture of him and Murdoc, Noodle had taken the picture in an attempt to catch the two of them being civil to one another, unfortunately Murdoc found out about Noodle's presence and shoved 2D off the studio kitchen's couch with a face of surprise and anger. 2D's own face was quite funny as well, surprise, confusion and "oh shit" painted across it. 2D rubbed his forehead, remembering how his head collided with a counter about a second after the picture had been taken. Noodle had obviously done this one, it was a collection of Murdoc and pictures of 2D. There was, however, one picture of herself, she was sitting between the two men as they ignored each others presence in the kitchen at Kong.

He sighed and moved on to something different. Noodle, undoubtedly knew how he felt about Murdoc, how could she not? He confided his frustrations in Russle hadn't he? Russle always confided in Noodle since 2D wasn't the smartest guy there and Murdoc would just make fun of him, so of course he had told Noodle about it. 2D stopped at one of the more non-descript displays, he wasn't really looking at it though, he was too lost inside of his empty head.

"2D?" He felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped. The singer spun to see Damon and Jamie standing behind him. "Oh, it's you two, uh, hi." 2D said to the two men standing in front of him. They both had sympathetic looks on their faces. Jamie knew 2D very well and had assumptions about how 2D felt about Murdoc that indeed were true. Damon was a bit more oblivious to that sort of thing, also he didn't really care. He was here to mourn the loss of a friend and console the other band members, not examine relationships that could've been.

The three of them didn't really need to say anything, they all knew how sorry and depressed they were for their friend's death and words would've just made the meeting seem stupid. 2D hugged the both of them and buried his face in between the two. "I'm gunna miss 'im." He sobbed weakly into them. Jamie reached up and patted the singer's back, feeling a bit awkward. Damon, had nothing to offer as far as consolation, still feeling equally as awkward as Jamie.

Russle and Noodle stood around Murdoc's casket, his face calm and…. Dare they think it? Pleasant in death. "Stupid mother fucker." Russle mumbled. How the hell could he die on him so early? Come on, he was Murdoc wasn't he? He was now beginning to feel as angry at the bassist as he did with himself. Couldn't Murdoc've just stayed home that day and gotten drunk? Beaten up 2D a little maybe? But noooo, he needed sex, he needed drugs, he needed to be an idiot. He gritted his teeth, Dumbass stupid mother fucker.

Noodle however, just prayed for Murdoc's soul, although, she didn't know what to exactly pray for him in the afterlife. He didn't want to go to heaven, but then again it was bad luck to wish someone to go to hell. But she wanted Murdoc to have what he wanted in the afterlife, which indeed was not to go to heaven, sigh, he was troublesome even in death.

About an hour later, 2D stood up front the decently sized congregation. He began to wring his hands, nervous about what he was about to say. He opened his mouth to talk, but words caught in his throat. Finally, he willed his words out. After several seconds, they came out easier.

"Muhdoc… Wasn't the best of men…" 2D started out. "… But, 'e was still a good man in some ways I s'pose… 'E saved me life ya know. 'E got Gorillaz together, 'e… 'E…" 2D paused for for a moment as he remembered the surly bassist in full. He bit his lower lip and continued on, trying to keep the quiver in his voice down to a minimum. "'M sure tha' Muhdoc 'as wronged all of us in many ways… But I always admired 'im. 'E nevah cared a wit about wot othah blokes foughta 'im ye? An' once 'e decided tha 'e was gonna do somefing 'e did it. An' …" 2D paused again, he thought about what he was about to do, he forced his tears back, which he really didn't want to do, he just wanted to break down and cry, but… He persevered and delivered the last of his dialogue. "Even if ya nevah liked 'im… Admit it, you're all still gonna miss 'im, 'e'll nevah be there ta make fings interestin' when they slow down, I loved 'im very much. Even wif all 'e did ta me. We'll all miss ya Muhdoc." With his job done, 2D left the room. Ignoring the whispers behind him. All he wanted was to be alone, all he wanted was to cry, all he wanted was the one thing he could never have hoped to have, and would certainly never have now.

Russle and Noodle looked to each other. Neither of them honestly thought that 2D was going to oust himself at the eulogy. They let the priest take over as they left the room after the singer. This didn't escape anyone's notice, but they were his friends and 2D needed comfort badly.

2D leaned up against the stall in the bathroom and cried. Sobs and tears shamelessly fell from him as he mourned for the loss of his best mate. He pounded his fist weakly against the wall of the bathroom, wondering why God had done this to him. Was it because he loved another man? Was it because the man he was in love with was a Satanist? Was it both? A headache began to pound in his head, drowning out these thoughts. Leaving him with nothing but agony. Agony of a lost love, and the agony of a medical pain. Sometimes 2D wondered why he bothered to keep living at all. …Murdoc…

"Uh, D…" Russle walked over to his friend who, upon Russle laying his hand upon, collapsed to the floor. "D!" He knelt down next to the half dead-seeming man. Noodle, not caring about the sign that clearly stated "MEN'S", rushed into the room. She too knelt down by the singer and attempted comfort. "2D-kun? Can you hear me?" She said lightly in his ear.

"Make it stop!!" 2D practically screamed, stop the headache, stop the pain in his chest, stop all this nonsense! Noodle benevolently stroked his blue hair. "It'll all be alright, I promise you." She tried to comfort. Lies! Was all 2D's brain could make out of her now garbled seeming words, soon he wasn't even able to understand spoken words.

The blue haired man's black eyes rolled back into his head as he passed out on the floor of the bathroom.