The Con (Gorillaz Fan Fiction)

Chapter 11- Magic and Preparation

Kit leaned onto the couch where 2D laid sound asleep,snoring. She smiled playfully, her nails piercing a feather in between her nails. She brang it down to 2Ds nose and wiggled it around. 2D almost immediately got up, sneezing uncontrollably. Kit lowered her self in front of him. Indefinitely close to 2Ds face. She smiled as 2D yelped in confusion as Kit sat facing him.

"Shows in two weeks." She said excitedly,her almond eyes in a catlike squint.

2D looked half asleep.

"Yea. I know." 2D managed to yawn out.

2D sat up with a hunched back, Kit watching him.

He grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the table,and took one of them in between his two fingers. He placed it in his mouth and leaned to the left to grab his lighter from his right pocket. Struggling to find it he dropped his cigar on his pants. As he finally managed to find his lighter, he grabbed it again at lit the cigar in his mouth. Smoke arose from his soft lips, looking like steam coming from a hot pot if you took the metal top off.

Kit stuck her tongue out.

Holding her nose she brought her legs to the couch in a criss cross position. She tediously watched as 2D smoked the cigarette. 2D awkwardly turned to Kit whose eyes were stalking the tobacco-filled cylinder hanging on his lip.

Kits face was emotionless.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Lung cancer. I can see it. It suits you."

2D scratched his head. 

He peered back to Kit with his eyes closed and mouth slightly open, seeming embarrassed.

"Sorry. Bad habit." He muffled, the cigar still in his mouth.

A few minutes passed before anything was said again. The TV sounded in the background as they stared in different places awkwardly. The only other sound to be heard was the electric streaming from cyborg Noodle as she charged in the room.

"I don't know...but I -I just can't seem to stop smoking." 2D finally said.

Kit tilted her head.

"Really." She sighed.

Kit got up and walked to the kitchen. 2D stayed on the couch listening to the clatter she was making.

He leaned his body on the couch almost sinking into the fluffy pillows. He placed his arms lazily on top of the sofa, his cigars only support being 2Ds mouth as it hung on his lip the bud hanging downwards.

He heard Kit return,not bothering to look. Kit took her hand out and placed it on the cigar in his mouth. She squeezed it tightly with her two fingers. The smoke fizzled out and the last bit of smoke arose from the top. 2D stared into space. The cigarette dropped to the floor, ashes fell out of it, scattering about the carpet.

Kit leaned down and pick the cigar up placing it on table.

"Magic. Youve stopped." Kit brang herself further into the cushions. 2D looked as if he remembered something. He pulled his finger up to his chin and looked up.

...2D paused. 

"Funny youve mentioned magic." he finally said.. "Ive been wondering about Harry Potter all day...you know the wizard. I mean imagine how fucked up would it be if at the end of the whole series of books the author added 'and then Harry woke up, back in his closet under the staircase.'

It would be dreadful."

Kit smiled.

"Well I don't really know...Id rather be dreaming than going around trying to learn wizard spells and things like that. ,and when your about all of the teachers teaching you magic know your going to eventually die anyways. And of course there's always that noseless snake looking-guy that's always trying to rape you or something of the sort."