Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 5

Murdocx2D yaoi pt. 5


Artist's comment: I'm skipping, WEEEEEEEE! I know it's sappy and crap. But please...

~~~~~Several weeks later~~~~~


2D's face lit up as his cellphone buzzed, his hand swiftly moving over to it, picking it up.  He answers it with a cheery tone. "'ello Muds!"  He stares at his wall as he listens to Murdoc. "S-sure. I can.  Jus' give me a minute, ok?"  He nods and puts the phone down, heading for his drawer and picks out a new shirt, tossing it on. "I ain't 'appy, hm hmmhmm hm." He hums the rest of the song as he heads to Murdoc's Winnebago. His taps his knuckles against the thin metal of the Winnebago door. "'m here! Mudsie!" The door opens quickly and 2D is pulled into the vehicle. 2D, temporarily confused, balances himself on the floor. "Ya need meh?" The Satanist grunted and sat down on the couch, patting the spot next to him. 2D instantly sits down next to Murdoc, cuddling with him.  Ever since Murdoc had come back to his room to apologize, which was a poor attempt, the two of them have been closer then ever. Murdoc arm snaked around 2D's waist, as he pulls him closer to him. The singer only giggled and pressed his pale lips to the bassist's. Murdoc pulled away, looking serious. "Stu, I want to know why ya weren' at rehearsals yesterday...and the day before. Wot's goin' on?"  2D frowned and looked to the floor, trying to avoid the question. "..." The Satanist grumbled, starting to lose his patience. The singer realized this and sighed. "...'m just afraid I'll mess up and loike...say sumfink to you about...us. A-And they'll hear it and we'd be found ou'. 'm sorry! I'm just scared."  Murdoc frowned, that idea hadn't crossed his mind.. "Stu, don' worry abou' that."  2D gulped and looked to the floor. "...ok." Suddenly his hands fly to his stomach as he groans. "Ohhh...not again."  


Murdoc looks at 2D like he's terrified. "Whoa, if yer gonna puke, go to the to-" He couldn't finish for 2D dashed over to the Winnebago toilet and started to barf, disgusting noises reverberated off the walls of the vehicle.  The bassist rushes over to his puking partner. "Stu! Fuck, wot's goin' on? I wos just kiddin' 'bout the pukin'.''  A breathless 2D raises his head from the toilet bowl. "I-It's been loike dis fer a few days actually." Murdoc frowned. "Yer sick?! And ya bloody kissed meh?!?"  The singer whimpered, backing up. "M-muds, 'm so-sorry!" He covered his head with his arms for protection. The bassist simply rolled his eyes, " I ain' gonna hit ya, stupid.  How many days has this been happenin' again?"  2D withdrew his arms from over his head and started to count his fingers, "Ummmm...I fink abou' a week, luv."  Murdoc's body stiffened. "Don'tcha think ya need to go to a...oh I dunno, a doctor?!"  The singer's eyeholes went wide in fear. "NO!" He shook with utter terror as he backed into the wall. "Anyfink but dat!" The Satanist was slightly shocked at his singer's reaction, but that didn't stop him from being an asshole. "Alright, be sick and die." He acted as if he were going to walk away from the figure on the floor, before a voice called out. "Awroight! I'll go! J-just don't leave me!" His voice was choked in tears. Murdoc turned back to the now sobbing vocalist on the floor. "Don't leave me, please!" His cries rang into Murdoc head and sank down to his heart. "Alright fine. So, we'll go to the fuckin' doctor's tomorrow!" He growled that part, trying to be quiet. 2D sniffed and nodded, getting up, hanging his head. "Yeah...I'll jus' go den."  He grabbed onto the doorknob and stepped out, but was quickly pulled back and into the arms of Murdoc. "Ah! M-Muds!" Murdoc didn't say a word, only pulled the singer into the Winnebago and closed the door.



2D struggled but soon quit, knowing that it was a futile effort. The Satanist simply placed the vocalist to the couch and sat him down, sitting himself down next to him. "Talk to me, Stu. Wot's botherin' ya?"  Surprised onyx eyes met with evil mis-matched ones. "W-Wot?  Talk to ya?  Why d'ya care?"  His words hit Murdoc hard. "Jus' tell me, ya idiot."  His tone became less soft, slowly returning to it's usual way. 2D turned his gaze to the floor, closing his eyes halfway. "Nuffin'...I jus' try to stay outta yer way. I know how grumpy ya get when 'm in da way."  Murdoc grunted lowly, putting a hand on his singer's shoulder, pulling the collar of his shirt down to look at his skin.  His eyes met up with a healing hickey on 2D's left shoulder, bringing a smile to his lips, knowing very well that he caused it.  2D shifted in his seat, allowing Murdoc to look him over.  Something in his stomach churned but not from the sickness he's been feeling. "M-Muds...?"  The bassist lift his head up to look at the blue-haired boy. "Wot?" The vocalist smiled gently, leaning closer to Murdoc's face, making him back up. "Whoa, back up." 2D didn't listen, pressing his lips to the bassist's.  Murdoc didn't protests afterwards, fluttering his eyes shut, wrapping his arms around the singer's neck.  

~~~~At rehearsals~~~~

Noodle's eye fell to the door as the bassist walked into the studio, the singer trailing closely behind. Her eyebrows furrowed. "Murdoc-san, you said you would be right back, no?"  She looked at the clock on the wall. "And that was being an hour ago!"  Her english was far from perfect, she muttered and paused trying to think of the right terms.  Murdoc simply shrugged, giving a grunt as he strolled to his bass.  2D gave a blush as he stumbled over to the microphone, turning it on.  Noodle looked at the bluenette with concern. "2D-kun, are you feeling alright?" Her words were slow and cautious. The singer nodded, smiling weakly at the young guitarist.  " Jus' foine, luv.  So wot song are we doin' first?"  He asked as he adjusted the mic.  Russel finished tuning his drums and looked to the singer as he answered. "I was thinkin' we could try for Clint Eastwood, but I don't think Del wants to sing right now, so how 'bout-" 2D interrupted "Sorry, but 'ow about we try a song dat ain' ours?...Y'know...jus' to mix fings up a bit, yeah?"  Murdoc was first to look up from his instrument. "Wot song d'ya have in mind, then?"  2D though and blurted out. "...'ow abou' 'A fousand miles' by Vanessa Carlton?" All the band members then looked up at the singer in confusion and utter shock. He then blushed at their reactions. "W-Wot?!"  Russel was first to speak at this. "Um...Don' ya think that's a bit of a girly song, man?" He scratched the back of his bald head.  The singer turned away from everyone, knowing his face was red enough to be seen by them. "S-So?  I loike dat song, mate."


Silence echoed through the studio until, finally, a voice broke out. "Alroight, let's try it."  All eyes focused on Murdoc, their mouths agape. "Murdoc-san? Are you being serious?"  He nodded, a blank expression planted on his face. 2D smiled widely. "Oh fank ya, Muds! I love-...that song!"  He had caught himself just in time. Murdoc realized what almost happened and grunted again.  The vocalist grabbed the mic with enthusiasm. "So we all know the song at least, roight?"  They all nodded with unsure smiles. Noodle starts off the beginning of the song with a sweet riff as 2D prepares himself. Murdoc joins in with Noodle as 2D starts to sing with a higher pitch then usual, making Noodle and Russel bite their lips, trying not to laugh. 2D soon begins to feel a slight queasiness  in his stomach. Was it nervousness?  It WAS his first time singing the song in front of his bandmates. He quickly pushed the feeling aside as he began singing again, but it soon came back stronger than ever.  He didn't even have time to leave the room, as he turned his head away from the microphone, he fell to his knees and vomited onto the floor.  Noodle was first to react to this, getting her guitar off her shoulder and rushing to the singer. "2D-kun!" Murdoc also took his guitar off and set it down on the floor, walking over to the two.  2D shook and sobbed, staring at the disgusting puddle under him. He looked up as two hands lifted him up. "M-Murdoc?" Russel and Noodle watched as Murdoc walked out with 2D in his arms, leaving the two without a word.  Noodle turned to Russel. "What is going on, Russel-sama?" The big drummer simply shrugged, just as stumped as she was. "Whateva' it is, I'm sure they'll work it out, baby girl." He gave her a pat on the helmet and smiled. "Hai, I'm sure you are right..."