Author's Notes: Ah! A new one! This one shall be an entire chapter thing. Maybe only like 5-10 max. They'll be short but obviously as the title states it's all about questions that our fav singer and bassist ask each other. Uhmmm, that's it.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN GORILLAZ! Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett do that.

Questions

Stuart didn't understand how Murdoc could just sit by the door silently. How the bassist could just sit there smoking his fags like it was the only thing he really wanted to do. His eyes were on his plate but every few minutes he would look up, part his lips and say nothing only to look by back down. He rhythmically stabbed his fork into some eggs he had been given.

Murdoc had started this little thing nearly four weeks ago. One day of the week he'd bring Stuart breakfast and then sit by the door for maybe an hour while the singer ate and some time eventually he would up and leave without a word. He always brought Cyborg with him because he needed her to take the dishes and lock the door.

Soon enough after two weeks though and into the third week he'd started coming down to visit the blunette more than once a week. Still though he'd just sit there, not even looking at his hostage and smoke.

Stuart had gotten used to it two weeks in. Hell he'd even join Murdoc in puffing toxins because anything to slice the silence was great.

Still, he wanted to know why Murdoc was doing what he was doing. He hadn't even gotten to the point where he could look the older man in the face. It was intimidating to be the one to break the silence and he was afraid of pissing the bassist off. Stuart knew that, that Noodle fake thingy could kill him in an instant. He valued his life.

So he just sat on his bed jabbing at the eggs he'd been given because he wasn't hungry and listening to the slight sizzle of the fag because he didn't want one. He was actually content to just sit silently as he knew at the same time the whale wouldn't come; it never came when Murdoc was around.

A sudden movement forced him to look up and he noticed Murdoc had shifted position; no longer sitting with his legs stretched out but curled up against his chest. He registered the tiny movement like some big spectacle because Murdoc never moved except to light a new fag. Things were shifting and Stuart didn't know if he'd be able to handle it.

It was then that the non-living version of Noodle decided to enter the room. Her fake not human eyes landed on him and she sneered for a second; it made his heart pump too quickly to be safe. His eyes instantly dropped back to his plate as he let his head fall. This Noodle terrified him.

He heard it sit down next to its creator and he was afraid that something nasty was going to happen. How badly did he want to ask what was going on? Bad enough; but Stuart wouldn't dare open his mouth for fear of either being hit or knocked out with more of that sickly sweet smelling stuff or not fed for three days. If it was bad enough, shot by that thing.

Murdoc didn't react when the android sat next to him, nor when he realized that Stuart had stopped his rhythmic tapping on the plate. Nothing could get a reaction out of him because he had his fag and that was all that really mattered. Not Stuart's refusal to speak, not Cyborg's intention to stay near him, not the too dark light; nothing. He was content and happy just sitting there in his own little world with his burning toxins, tobacco and paper.

Eventually though the two of them knew that one or the other would have to break the deafening silence that pulsed in the room. Eventually one of them would have to say something or ask something. Eventually one of them would have to speak. Yet neither knew who the first would be and neither wanted to be the first. So they both were content enough to sit in silence; sliced with the occasional zzt from Cyborg.

Stuart eventually grew sick of the food on his plate and the absolute silence even though he had company. Slowly and hesitantly he pushed himself up from his bed and began to make his way over to the bassist and his creation. He hadn't even crossed a fourth of the distance when a startling sound cut the quiet.

"Eat."

The vocalist completely shut down all motion as the single word rang through his head. The walls and floor seemed to vibrate with the sound waves. His endless black eyes connected with the bassist as he tried to find the will to move.

"Eat."

The second time registered and slowly Stuart backed up and sat back down. He didn't eat though because his stomach suddenly felt very full. His heart was thumping unevenly and he couldn't help but worry about what Murdoc would do if he didn't eat. Could have even eaten if he had been threatened?

Murdoc sighed and tossed the butt of his fag into an ash tray next to him. "It's not poisoned faceache. Just eat the damn food," he muttered as he ran a hand through his ever greasy looking hair. It was frustrating to say the least that even though he went out of his way to feed the hungry kid, Stuart would refuse to eat until he felt that the end was drawing near. Murdoc loved when the end drew closer because it meant he could get up and get out of the small underwater room.

However when his mismatched eyes landed on his favourite living instrument he felt a pang of something unexplainable. There was this shock and awe in the thirty-two year olds' eyes that confused him; until he thought about it. As it hit him he then realized that he had broken their four week silence and opened up a whole new world of free, fluent speech.

"Why?"

The bassist looked up from his freshly lit fag to the blunette sitting on the edge of the bed. "What d'ya mean, 'why?'" he asked.

"I-I mean. Why do I 'ave ta eat?'' Stuart elaborated as he watched his terrifying idol drag. He suddenly felt the urge for one as well but he knew if he lit up that the words would stop flowing and the silence would drop back in like a perfect fit in a game of Tetris. Make a line, line disappears.

The older of the two males shrugged before he pushed himself to his feet. He felt like he'd been here for too long and something had to give before he went nuts. "Because; if you don' eat you'll die or somethin," Murdoc stated while he brushed off his trousers.

Stuart nodded and shoved a single fork full of egg into his mouth. He chewed twice before he swallowed and looked up at his leaving kidnapper. "Are yew comin back?" Stuart ventured as he took another piece of egg into his mouth and chewed. The ending of the silence felt like a huge weight being lifted off his shoulders; he hadn't been the one to do it.

He paused and looked back at azure blue hair instead of the face beneath it. "Dunno."

"Okay."

Murdoc paused by the door and took one last glance back towards his singer; somewhat awed by the fact that Stuart still wanted to see him after how horribly he was treated. "Noodle will take care of the dishes and stuff like always. So, just let her know when you're done yea?" the Satanist added. He waited for the approval of understanding before he left the room. Things weren't going to be the same.

Stuart really liked it that way.

Was it bearable? Should I write more and if not; I shall not.

Have any question ideas? I have some and as the story goes on the questions become deeper and more philosophical in a way.

Hope it was enjoyed.

Anah~