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The kitchen echoed with the ear splitting smash of a bowl being launched against the kitchen wall. Shrill shrieks filled the air as Cortez hurriedly fluttered from his perch upon the table, making a speedy exit out of the open window and swooping out over the oppressive landfill below. Another day at Kong Studios. Another Breakfast soon developing into a fight.

"You stupid retard!" Murdoc screeched as the plate landed upon the littered floor, shattered into a million tiny pieces.

2D cowered against the wall, still ducking away from the bowl that had been hurtled at his pale face. His eyes were clamped tightly shut and he was muttering something inaudible beneath his breath as if trying to block out Murdoc's harsh insults. He hated this. He hated having to be a constant target of bullying. A punch bag to Murdoc. However, he would never fight back or speak out to protect himself. One: He knew that he would get a good beating for giving his bassist 'cheek'. Two: The last thing he wanted was to engage in a mindless row in front of poor Noodle and Russel (They didn't deserve to have to put up with it). Three: He secretly looked up to Murdoc, no matter how much the satanist abused him, he considered his band mate as a role model.

"Are you listening to me you stupid f@*king ponce!!!!!" came yet another savage roar as Murdoc noticed how distant and lost in thought 2Ds black eyes were.

Meanwhile, Russel and Noodle observed in silence, sat around the small, grubby kitchen table, their bowls of cereal untouched. 2D remained frozen, his shaking arms thrown over his head in an effort to shield himself. From his jean pocket fell a packet of Murdoc's cigarettes. Emptied. Murdoc's mismatched eyes fell upon the empty packet and then the singer's pathetic expression. The Bassist begin to quake, the rage no longer containable as it exploded from his chest in a flurry of cursing and rude gestures.

"My bloody cigs!!!!" He yelled, turning red in the face.

"I'm sorry Murdoc..." 2D voice trembled as he attempted to justify himself.

"What the hell are you doing stealing my cigs!" Murdoc continued to yell, despite his band mates apology.

"I Just really needed a smoke," 2D tried to explain, praying to God that the bassist would understand, "Please, Murdoc! My head was killing me and..."

Murdoc straightened himself up and strode towards the singer his face stern, expression unchanging as he made his hands into fists.

Noodle let out a short gasp and turned to Russel, her eyes silently pleading him to intervine before things got seriously out of hand. Russel's glowing eyes widened as he suddenly realised what was about to take place. Hastily, the large drummer rose from his chair, raising himself to his full height.

"C'mon Muds!" Russel put his bulky body between the two bickering men, his fists clenched tight at his sides, menacingly.

"Shut the hell up Russ!" Murdoc snarled aggressively, shocking Russel slightly, "Now let me at the idiot. He won't know the meaning of pain 'til I've finished with him!"

Russel tried his best to separate the two Brits but without any warning, Murdoc leaped at 2D with out-streched arms, his hands reaching for the singer's scrawny neck. 2D yelped as he felt Murdoc's grimy hands wrap around his throat, constricting. Russel began to panic and spun round to see Murdoc strangling his band mate. 2D was writhing frantically beneath Murdoc's grip, his mouth wide in horror, tears settling on the rims of his lifeless eyes. Russel grabbed hold of Murdoc's shoulders and tugged urgently at the raged satanist, determined to free poor 2D.

Noodle watched from the table, eyes also feeling wet and beginning to sting as she watched the three men battle savagely. She felt helpless just sitting there, spectating. But what could she do? She was just a 15 year old girl? Why would they listen to her? There was no way she could intimidate Russel or be strong enough to pry helpless 2D from Murdoc's iron grasp (even russ was having difficulties). She just sat there shaking, watching the violent squabble from beneath her thick fringe.

"LET GO NOW!!!!" Russel barked as 2D turned blue in the face and began to choke out loud.

Reluctantly, Murdoc released his grip but was not prepared to give in and leave without causing an injury. He brought his fist up and slammed it hardly into 2D's jaw line. He chuckled darkly as the singer whimpered and clutched his red cheek, defeated. Murdoc towered over 2D as he sank to the ground, leaning against the kitchen wall painfully. Russel sighed sadly and pushed Murdoc away once more, helping the injured boy stand.

"That'll teach the ungrateful bastard!" Murdoc cackled darkly, strutting towards the fridge and grabbing a bottle of Vodka.

"Y'know what muds?" Russel growled, "Why don't you just shut the hell up and do us all a favour!"

Meanwhile, a shaky 2D stumbled across the kitchen to the cupboards, searching for something. Noodle watched her 'brother', intrigued. He turned to look down at the Japanese teen sat silently at the table and smiled down at her weakly, his cheek still red. Noodle continued to watch as he reached deeper into the cupboard, only to pull out a small bottle of pills, labeled '2D's'. Noodle's heart sunk as the blue haired pretty boy sloped out of the room and toward's the safety of his bedroom, his black eyes remaining on the ground, too ashamed to make eye contact with the rest of the band.

As he made his exit Russel approached Noodle and put two assuring hands upon her small shoulders.

"I'm sorry you had to see that baby doll" he apologised quietly, giving the teens shoulders a comforting squeeze.

However Noodle's mind was currently else where. She was thinking back to when she had first joined the band. When she had been the young age of ten, unable to speak a word of english and living with three boisterious men. These fights were nothing new. Murdoc and 2D always bickered. Ever since the band had started. Noodle could remember hw violent and scary it was for her. The band where like her family. To her it was the equivalent of watching her parents or siblings arguing. It was upsetting. She could recall how she used to be anxious about 2D when he would retreat from battle, wounded. She remebered how, even though she was only young, she was aching to help the poor singer. Yet, whenever she tried to stop Murdoc or talk to 2D, Russel would always collect the child in his strong arms and steer her away.

Well, she had had enough. Murdoc noisily plonked himself down in the chair next to her, taking a swig from the bottle in his hand. Noodle ignored his arrival and continued to stare into space. Murdoc swallowed the Vodka loudly and propped his boots up on the kitchen table, knocking off noodle's cereal, smashing yet another bowl. She twitched angrily, taking deep breaths, trying not to react. Murdoc chuckled. That was it.

"Murdoc you're such an idiot!" The teen practically screamed at the middle aged bassist as she rose up from the table and stormed out of the kitchen.

For once Russel did not attempt to stop her. He knew she was old enough now to understand the bullying and talk with 2D. Murdoc's expression was that of utter shock. He had never been spoken to by a teen like that in his life and he would never have imagined that quiet little Noodle would have had the nerve to stand up to him.

* * *

2D downed the last of his seven painkillers, sat cross legged upon his bed, staring at the wall gloomily. As he sat in silence, patiently waiting for the painkillers to kick in, he began to wonder if Murdoc would ever be encouraging or kind. The singer was aware that he was not the sharpest tool in the shed, yet he hated Murdoc constantly reminding him of how thick he was at times. The painkillers began to make him feel drowsy and his mind became blank, the pain from the punch becoming numb.

It was then he heard the door to his room slowly creak open and Noodle slipped into the dim room, her expression was pitiful. She glided gracefully to the foot of his bed where she stood awkwardly, staring at him from beneath her heavy fringe.

"2D san," She spoke quietly, almost whispering, "May I talk to you for a minute?"

"Yeah...sure" 2D replied sleepily, his mind becoming fuzzy from the high dosage of pills.

Noodle sat down on the bed beside her band mate, gazing up at him lovingly. She loved 2D as a brother. seeing him like this hurt her. Having to see him completely doped on drugs, his mind distant. She gazed into the black voids that Murdoc had created thanks to his stupidity. She then gazed upon the emptied bottle of pills. How many had he taken?! Surely it was dangerous! It was 2D who finally broke the ghostly silence.

"So," His voice wavered slightly as he slowly turned to look at the concerned Japanese girl sat loyally at his side, "what was it that you wanted Noodle?"

Noodle unable to find the right words or control the hurt bubbling inside her any longer, threw her arms around the singer's neck, sobbing into his shoulder. 2D froze, his muscles tensed, before relaxing and collecting his 'sister' within his bony arms. He rubbed her back gently as she cried it all out, drenching her friend's T-shirt with her salty tears.

"Wassap darlin'?" the singer asked gently in his soft accent, pulling Noodle away to look her in the face.

The girl's face was flustered and tear stained and her small mouth trembled slightly, keeping the bitter tears at bay. 2D swept the thick bangs away from the guitarists flushed face, exposing her emerald eyes, now puffy and red from weeping.

"I just hate to have to watch you being hurt," The girl sobbed, "It's awful. You're my family. You shouldn't be constantly in pain. You should be happy. And I just sit there and let it happen. You're life is a complete misery 2D san and what do I do? Nothing!"

2D wiped the new tears from her warm cheeks and smiled warmly. He was so lucky to have a friend like noodle.

"Noodle darlin'" 2D cooed gently, his voice calming, "I don't want you to have to constantly put yourself between me and Muds. It's my fault not yours."

Noodle opened her mouth to speak but 2D simply collected her fragile body into another comforting hug and smiled into her purple hair happily.

"Your my best friend," He assured her, flashing her his crooked, toothless grin, "and I won't blame anyfink on you, me dear"

The pair sat silently upon the singer's bed, embracing each other lovingly. Bandmates. Siblings. Friends.

Description
The kitchen echoed with the ear splitting smash of a bowl being launched against the kitchen wall. Shrill shrieks filled the air as Cortez hurriedly fluttered from his perch upon the table, making a speedy exit out of the open window and swooping out over the oppressive landfill below. Another day at Kong Studios. Another Breakfast soon developing into a fight.

"You stupid retard!" Murdoc screeched as the plate landed upon the littered floor, shattered into a million tiny pieces.

2D cowered against the wall, still ducking away from the bowl that had been hurtled at his pale face. His eyes were clamped tightly shut and he was muttering something inaudible beneath his breath as if trying to block out Murdoc's harsh insults. He hated this. He hated having to be a constant target of bullying. A punch bag to Murdoc. However, he would never fight back or speak out to protect himself. One: He knew that he would get a good beating for giving his bassist 'cheek'. Two: The last thing he wanted was to engage in a mindless row in front of poor Noodle and Russel (They didn't deserve to have to put up with it). Three: He secretly looked up to Murdoc, no matter how much the satanist abused him, he considered his band mate as a role model.

"Are you listening to me you stupid f@*king ponce!!!!!" came yet another savage roar as Murdoc noticed how distant and lost in thought 2Ds black eyes were.

Meanwhile, Russel and Noodle observed in silence, sat around the small, grubby kitchen table, their bowls of cereal untouched. 2D remained frozen, his shaking arms thrown over his head in an effort to shield himself. From his jean pocket fell a packet of Murdoc's cigarettes. Emptied. Murdoc's mismatched eyes fell upon the empty packet and then the singer's pathetic expression. The Bassist begin to quake, the rage no longer containable as it exploded from his chest in a flurry of cursing and rude gestures.

"My bloody cigs!!!!" He yelled, turning red in the face.

"I'm sorry Murdoc..." 2D voice trembled as he attempted to justify himself.

"What the hell are you doing stealing my cigs!" Murdoc continued to yell, despite his band mates apology.

"I Just really needed a smoke," 2D tried to explain, praying to God that the bassist would understand, "Please, Murdoc! My head was killing me and..."

Murdoc straightened himself up and strode towards the singer his face stern, expression unchanging as he made his hands into fists.

Noodle let out a short gasp and turned to Russel, her eyes silently pleading him to intervine before things got seriously out of hand. Russel's glowing eyes widened as he suddenly realised what was about to take place. Hastily, the large drummer rose from his chair, raising himself to his full height.

"C'mon Muds!" Russel put his bulky body between the two bickering men, his fists clenched tight at his sides, menacingly.

"Shut the hell up Russ!" Murdoc snarled aggressively, shocking Russel slightly, "Now let me at the idiot. He won't know the meaning of pain 'til I've finished with him!"

Russel tried his best to separate the two Brits but without any warning, Murdoc leaped at 2D with out-streched arms, his hands reaching for the singer's scrawny neck. 2D yelped as he felt Murdoc's grimy hands wrap around his throat, constricting. Russel began to panic and spun round to see Murdoc strangling his band mate. 2D was writhing frantically beneath Murdoc's grip, his mouth wide in horror, tears settling on the rims of his lifeless eyes. Russel grabbed hold of Murdoc's shoulders and tugged urgently at the raged satanist, determined to free poor 2D.

Noodle watched from the table, eyes also feeling wet and beginning to sting as she watched the three men battle savagely. She felt helpless just sitting there, spectating. But what could she do? She was just a 15 year old girl? Why would they listen to her? There was no way she could intimidate Russel or be strong enough to pry helpless 2D from Murdoc's iron grasp (even russ was having difficulties). She just sat there shaking, watching the violent squabble from beneath her thick fringe.

"LET GO NOW!!!!" Russel barked as 2D turned blue in the face and began to choke out loud.

Reluctantly, Murdoc released his grip but was not prepared to give in and leave without causing an injury. He brought his fist up and slammed it hardly into 2D's jaw line. He chuckled darkly as the singer whimpered and clutched his red cheek, defeated. Murdoc towered over 2D as he sank to the ground, leaning against the kitchen wall painfully. Russel sighed sadly and pushed Murdoc away once more, helping the injured boy stand.

"That'll teach the ungrateful bastard!" Murdoc cackled darkly, strutting towards the fridge and grabbing a bottle of Vodka.

"Y'know what muds?" Russel growled, "Why don't you just shut the hell up and do us all a favour!"

Meanwhile, a shaky 2D stumbled across the kitchen to the cupboards, searching for something. Noodle watched her 'brother', intrigued. He turned to look down at the Japanese teen sat silently at the table and smiled down at her weakly, his cheek still red. Noodle continued to watch as he reached deeper into the cupboard, only to pull out a small bottle of pills, labeled '2D's'. Noodle's heart sunk as the blue haired pretty boy sloped out of the room and toward's the safety of his bedroom, his black eyes remaining on the ground, too ashamed to make eye contact with the rest of the band.

As he made his exit Russel approached Noodle and put two assuring hands upon her small shoulders.

"I'm sorry you had to see that baby doll" he apologised quietly, giving the teens shoulders a comforting squeeze.

However Noodle's mind was currently else where. She was thinking back to when she had first joined the band. When she had been the young age of ten, unable to speak a word of english and living with three boisterious men. These fights were nothing new. Murdoc and 2D always bickered. Ever since the band had started. Noodle could remember hw violent and scary it was for her. The band where like her family. To her it was the equivalent of watching her parents or siblings arguing. It was upsetting. She could recall how she used to be anxious about 2D when he would retreat from battle, wounded. She remebered how, even though she was only young, she was aching to help the poor singer. Yet, whenever she tried to stop Murdoc or talk to 2D, Russel would always collect the child in his strong arms and steer her away.

Well, she had had enough. Murdoc noisily plonked himself down in the chair next to her, taking a swig from the bottle in his hand. Noodle ignored his arrival and continued to stare into space. Murdoc swallowed the Vodka loudly and propped his boots up on the kitchen table, knocking off noodle's cereal, smashing yet another bowl. She twitched angrily, taking deep breaths, trying not to react. Murdoc chuckled. That was it.

"Murdoc you're such an idiot!" The teen practically screamed at the middle aged bassist as she rose up from the table and stormed out of the kitchen.

For once Russel did not attempt to stop her. He knew she was old enough now to understand the bullying and talk with 2D. Murdoc's expression was that of utter shock. He had never been spoken to by a teen like that in his life and he would never have imagined that quiet little Noodle would have had the nerve to stand up to him.

* * *

2D downed the last of his seven painkillers, sat cross legged upon his bed, staring at the wall gloomily. As he sat in silence, patiently waiting for the painkillers to kick in, he began to wonder if Murdoc would ever be encouraging or kind. The singer was aware that he was not the sharpest tool in the shed, yet he hated Murdoc constantly reminding him of how thick he was at times. The painkillers began to make him feel drowsy and his mind became blank, the pain from the punch becoming numb.

It was then he heard the door to his room slowly creak open and Noodle slipped into the dim room, her expression was pitiful. She glided gracefully to the foot of his bed where she stood awkwardly, staring at him from beneath her heavy fringe.

"2D san," She spoke quietly, almost whispering, "May I talk to you for a minute?"

"Yeah...sure" 2D replied sleepily, his mind becoming fuzzy from the high dosage of pills.

Noodle sat down on the bed beside her band mate, gazing up at him lovingly. She loved 2D as a brother. seeing him like this hurt her. Having to see him completely doped on drugs, his mind distant. She gazed into the black voids that Murdoc had created thanks to his stupidity. She then gazed upon the emptied bottle of pills. How many had he taken?! Surely it was dangerous! It was 2D who finally broke the ghostly silence.

"So," His voice wavered slightly as he slowly turned to look at the concerned Japanese girl sat loyally at his side, "what was it that you wanted Noodle?"

Noodle unable to find the right words or control the hurt bubbling inside her any longer, threw her arms around the singer's neck, sobbing into his shoulder. 2D froze, his muscles tensed, before relaxing and collecting his 'sister' within his bony arms. He rubbed her back gently as she cried it all out, drenching her friend's T-shirt with her salty tears.

"Wassap darlin'?" the singer asked gently in his soft accent, pulling Noodle away to look her in the face.

The girl's face was flustered and tear stained and her small mouth trembled slightly, keeping the bitter tears at bay. 2D swept the thick bangs away from the guitarists flushed face, exposing her emerald eyes, now puffy and red from weeping.

"I just hate to have to watch you being hurt," The girl sobbed, "It's awful. You're my family. You shouldn't be constantly in pain. You should be happy. And I just sit there and let it happen. You're life is a complete misery 2D san and what do I do? Nothing!"

2D wiped the new tears from her warm cheeks and smiled warmly. He was so lucky to have a friend like noodle.

"Noodle darlin'" 2D cooed gently, his voice calming, "I don't want you to have to constantly put yourself between me and Muds. It's my fault not yours."

Noodle opened her mouth to speak but 2D simply collected her fragile body into another comforting hug and smiled into her purple hair happily.

"Your my best friend," He assured her, flashing her his crooked, toothless grin, "and I won't blame anyfink on you, me dear"

The pair sat silently upon the singer's bed, embracing each other lovingly. Bandmates. Siblings. Friends.