The rest of the night wasn't easy for 2D. He headed straight upstairs and locked himself in his bedroom.

The singer had his back pressed against his door. He was breathing heavily, mostly because he ran upstairs, but also because he finally realized what happened with Murdoc.

"God..." 2D thought to himself. "God... He kissed me! He kissed me!" The young managed to stumble over to his bed, falling face first into his pillow.

The singer began to talk to himself, his voice muffled by his pillow. "Ugh... And it wasn't just a kiss... he put his tongue in my mouth and was... uh! Moving it around! A-and I- My tongue was moving too! Ugh!"

2D flipped himself over on his back, staring up at the dark ceiling. Out of nowhere his face cringed with embarrassment and began to burn a bright red.

"... Me and Murdoc kissed..."

"... oh, my god!" The singer cried in a quiet high-pitched tone.

All this was too much for 2D's mind to take. He just wanted sleep. The singer forcefully held his eyes closed, but it was pointless. Every time he closed his eyes that moment on the couch replayed in his head. However, the moment only lasted about 2 seconds before 2D shot his eyes open.

This went on for about 15 minuets, before 2D gave up and reached for his nearest pill bottle. Just a few painkillers, swallowed dry, would numb the singer's brain enough to put him to sleep.

"Toochi? It Noodaru! Wake up, okay!" Were what 2D awoke to. That and a messy haired little Noodle standing at his bedside.

The singer yawned loudly, weakly smile at the girl. "Ah, hello, love."

"Ohayō, Toochi!" Noodle cheered.

The singer sat up, his legs on the ground and a hunch in his spine. The man just down realized that he went to bed in t-shirt and jeans. His head in slight pain from the alcohol of last night and a pounding and constant thoughts of Murdoc. "Oh, god... Murdoc..." The singer thought to himself.

His instant reaction was to reach over for his pill bottle. After swallowing a few pills he gave the little girl his full attention. "Okay, what do you need, love?"

"Hair!" The little girl cried, pointing at her messy head with her uncasted arm, and a little pink comb on her broken side with her helmet held under her arm.

"Yeah, it's a mess. What about it?" The singer questioned.

"Hmm!" Noodle was clearly getting frustrated quickly. "No! Can't brush hair! Arm don't work!"

"Oh, oh, oh, you can't brush your hair!" 2D comprehended, grabbing the small comb from her hand and setting her helmet on his nightstand. "Turn around. I got you..." The singer said kindly.

The little girl turned around happily for the older man.

2D yawned loudly, brushing though Noodle's hair with one hand and holding her head still with the other.

"Hm... So you're you up so early?" The singer questioned.

"Oh, ah... Noodaru want to make sure Toochi good." Noodle answered.

"You wanted to make sure I was okay? You're the one with the broken arm." 2D grew confused.

"Last night!" The little girl responded.

2D's eyes widened and a nervous feeling shocked though his entire body. "Oh, no! Please don't tell me Noodle saw!" The singer thought to himself.

"Toochi said that you not feel well. Then Toochi go to bed. Toochi sick?" Noodle continued to question.

"O-oh, n-no, love... I'm-I'm fine, I'm not sick, I promise." The singer smiled nervously, setting the comb down and turning the little girl around to face him.

"Ah! Did Madokku punching Toochi?!" The little girl said angrily holding up her small but strong fists.

2D shook his head. "No... He was just..." He could think of what to say, he knew he had to tell her something.

"He was just teasing with me, is all... Y-you know... Teasing me, just messing around... yeah."

"Oh, okay! Noodaru wont punch Madokku... Right?"

"Right, yeah. Don't punch Murdoc, okay." The singer chuckled slightly.

While this thing with Murdoc was eating him alive, Noodle was his main priority at the moment. He had to take care of his little guitarist.

"Ya want some breakfast?"

"Yeah!" Noodle cheered.

"Yeah? Me too!" The singer smiled, placing Noodle's helmet on her head, gently. "Let's go."

The tall man and the little girl left the room and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

"Thank you for brushing hair, Toochi!" Noodle thanked, looking up at the blue haired singer.

"Aw, it was nothing." 2D smiled.

By the time the two get to the bottom of the stairs 2D's eyes went straight to the livingroom and the couch. For a split second that scene replayed in the singer's head, leaving him frozen.

The four spots where Murdoc's hands have been, burned sweetly. His cheek, his back, his thigh, and his chest.

"Hm? Toochi? You okay?" The little girl questioned.

Without looking away from the couch 2D answered Noodle. "Uh... yeah, yeah... let's get you some breakfast?" The singer patted the girl on the helmet moving her twords the kitchen.

The singer lifted the little girl up onto a seat, trying to be careful with her arm and headed over to the refrigerator.

"Cereal?"

"Pankeki! With uh... Bekon! And uh..."

"S-sorry, w-we don't have pancake mix or bacon, love. But I can but chocolate milk in your cereal, though!" The singer smiled opening the fridge.

"Yeah!" Noodle cheered.

"Great, I'll get on that." 2D said. Getting out the chocolate milk and making Noodle a small bowl. While he was up he figured he'd make himself some toast.

The singer sat the bowl in front of Noodle, and a plate a burnt toast and took a seat.

"So, uh, Noodle..." 2D started.

"Hm?" Noodle asked, with a spoonful of cereal in her mouth.

"W-What did you and Murdoc do last night?" He asked nervously.

"Oh, ah, Noodaru want water, Maddoku got Noodaru water, then made Noodaru go to bed." The little girl answered.

"Oh, I see... Y-you know, we should really call up Russell today. And tell what happened."

"Ah! Rasseru! Yeah!" The little girl nodded excitedly.

"Alright," The singer said, taking a bite out of his toast and standing up. "I should go do that then." 2D made his way over to the phone, pounding in the numbers that were written on the notepad next to the phone. He heard it ring... and ring... and ring...

"Ugh... huh, huh... Y-yeah...? H-hello?" It was the familiar sound of Russell's voice.

"Oh, ah... Russ!" 2D cheered.

"Wha, 'D?" Russell questioned. "Ugh, M-man, seriously..."

"I-Is somethin' wrong?" 2D asked.

"You used the number I had written on the notepad?" The drummer asked.

"Uh, yeah."

"Look right under the number..." The drummer commanded.

2D checked the notepad, and looked right under the number that had been written.

'England 5 hours AHEAD of New York'

"O-Oh, so, it's..."

"4:30 in the morning..." The drummer answered.

"S-sorry... Noodle just wanted to talk to you and she... she... she kind of... uh..."

"She what?!" The drummer asked, sounding suddenly alert.

"She... broke her arm."

"WHAT?!" Russell yelled in what sounded like disbelief or anger. "I told you and Murdoc to fuckin' watch her- How did she- When did she- I can't belive you two-!"

"R-Russ! Russ! I-It was an accident!" The singer panicked.

"J-Just give Noodle the phone, dammit!"

The singer quickly agree and rushed the phone over to Noodle, who gladly grabbed the phone.

"Anata to iu kotodesu, Rasseru!"

2D patted Noodle on the head and headed out of the kitchen. He figured that Russell and her would be talking for a while. So it seemed like a perfect time for a smoke break.

2D kept his eyes glued on the front door, trying to keep his eyes away from the couch. He eventually made it to the door and zipped up his jacket and headed outside.

2D stared at the vast view from the hilltop of Kong. He pulled his cigarettes out of his pocket and sat on the cold concrete ground.

The singer lit his cigarette, as a cold morning breeze blew across his face. He was still kind of sleepy, and his head still kind of hurt. He had no idea what he was going to do with Murdoc... He wasn't sure if he should have done anything at all. He was so lost in his own thoughts he hardly heard the world around him. Not even the footsteps coming from around the corner.

"Oh, ah, why the hell are you out here?"

"...Shit." 2D thought nervously to himself.