Dom once complained that no one ever wrote doujin that hooked him up with anyone but Ed. He later added an edit saying he was only joking, but we all know he really meant it. Think he regrets it now?
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Chapter 2, Part 1: The Fan-trampled Seiyuu

The Idoru lay quiescent in her hospital room in intensive care, bio-monitors ranked about her bed like sleepless sentinels. The outer door swung open silently to reveal a pretty young woman dressed in a white nurse's outfit with lace at the collar and hems. A white ribbon was intricately twirled through black hair highlighted with fluorescent purple streaks.

The woman stood watching the Idoru, both hands laced through the handles of a white medical bag bearing a purple cross, a faint smile playing over her lips. She was Tohya Miho, member of the Darkly Cute Character Assassination Squad, code named "Purple Flame". Still smiling, she approached the Idoru's bedside, quietly humming a familiar little tune.* She drew the fingers of her right hand feather-soft along the Idoru's cheek.

"How strange," she mused in a low voice. "Even now, lying like a broken bird on the edge of eternity, you are more beautiful than ever. Still, we must make some changes." She placed the medical bag on the foot of the bed, opened it and drew out a make-up kit. She set to work with brushes and swabs, and within a few minutes had removed all traces of bruising and abrasion from the Idoru's face.

"There now," Miho said, "even at the end of your career, after all, you must meet your public's expectations." She lifted the Idoru's head and slid the pillow out from beneath it, then tenderly lay her head back on the mattress. She paused a moment, gazing down at the Idoru's still features, holding the pillow in both hands before her. Her smile widened just a trifling amount. Then she lifted the Idoru's hospital gown and stuffed the pillow up underneath, to rest upon her abdomen. She arranged the gown around the padding, then stood back. "Ah, don't you look the very picture of innocent motherhood," she said. "I'm sure your fans will be quite astonished."

She lifted a folded, telescoping tripod from her medical bag and set it up beside the bed, then fastened a camera on top. "The fan press really does love this sort of thing inordinately, you know," she said as she worked. "I'm sure these pictures will be all over the internet in a matter of days. It is a great pity that you will be in no condition to appreciate all the speculation. 'Who could the father be?', they will all want to know."

As Miho adjusted the positions of the bio-monitors to keep them out of the picture, there came the sound of tinny music, like a munchkin playing a toy piano, the same tune she had been humming just a few minutes before. Miho uttered a soft, exasperated breath and pulled a small cell phone from her pocket. "Yes, Dom." she said.

"What is her condition?" said the voice on the phone.

"Comatose."

"Where is she?"

"I'm standing over her right now."

"That's my girl," said Dom. Miho closed her eyes dreamily and smiled. "Now, I want you to abort the mission."

Miho's eyes shot open and the smile fled her lips. "You what?" she said in a chilly voice.

"You heard me."

"Dom, do you have any idea at all what I went through to get in here and set this up? Do you think I went to all this trouble just to tuck Sleeping Beauty here into bed?"

"Can I say one thing here?" Dom said.

Miho opened her mouth, paused, then closed it. A moment later she said, "What is it?"

"We've given her our best shot, you know that," said Dom, keeping his voice level and reasonable. "We've spread rumors and innuendo. We've smeared her name a hundred ways from Sunday, and then I chained her to a table and let her fans at her. Must've been a thousand of them packed into that room, crowding her, trampling her underfoot, at the end. But her heart just kept on beating." Dom paused, and when he spoke again, his voice held the slightest edge. "Now, we've done a lot of things to this lady, and if she ever wakes we'll do a lot more. But one thing we will not do is to sneak into her hospital room like a filthy paparazzi, and set her up while she's in a coma."

Miho heard the sound of a pump shotgun's action being worked. "Dom..."

"And the reason we will not do that thing, is that it would lower us. Don't you agree?"

"I suppose so," Miho sighed.

"Do you really only suppose so, Tohya-san?" said Dom.

"No. I know it would."

"That's my good girl. Come on home now, Miho."

"All right."

"I love you very much."

"I love you too, Dom." Miho folded the cell-phone and put it away. As she packed her equipment she glanced sidelong at the sleeping Idoru. "Well, a reprieve for you. Isn't that nice?" As she closed the medical bag she stood for a moment beside the bed, her composure once again intact. "Perhaps, if you wake up, we can play again sometime."

*People are strange, but I'm even stranger,
Faces look startled, when I'm around,
Walking on wires, sitting on streetlights,
While others plod down on the ground

And I'm strange,
My life's a mysterious game,
And I'm strange,
People think I am insane,
And I'm strange,
And I'm strange,
And I'm strange.

I'm not deranged, I'm just a stranger,
Wandering streets among unwitting clowns.
Few of them realize when we start playing,
I'm the game master in this town.

And I'm strange,
My life's a mysterious game,
And I'm strange,
People think I am insane,
And I'm strange,
And I'm strange,
And I'm strange.

And I'm strange,
My life's a mysterious game,
And I'm strange,
People think I am insane,
And I'm strange,
And I'm strange,
And I'm strange.

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